#I don't need the grind I just wanna live my life

[bad-at-metaphors]

The good news it's I got an interview for the first real big girl job I applied to

The bad news is I don't actually want it

[joelmillerisapunk]

Free Use, Full Plate

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 1,741

Summary: Joel's frustrated after a long day at work and takes it out on your pussy. Basically just pwp

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v, assplay, fingering, f!oral receiving, consentual freeuse, breeding & house wife kink, food waste, reader has hair, breasts, and wears yoga pants. Joel calls reader sexy momma.

Notes: Just a life I wanna live, tysm to everyone who voted in this poll this was the winning vote. Ty @saradika-graphics for the divider.

Joel walks through the front door, tired and frustrated after a long day of work. The smell of dinner cooking fills the air, and he sees you bent over, grabbing a pot, your shirt riding up, revealing the small of your back.

You've had an agreement for a while now - free use, where Joel can take what he needs without any hesitation or resistance from you. It's a release for him, a way to let go of the frustrations of the day without taking them out on anything or anyone else.

As he approaches you, he can feel the tension in his body begin to ease. He reaches out and runs his hand over your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers. You don't stop what you're doing, but he can hear your breathing quicken as he continues to touch you.

He pulls your shirt up and over your head, exposing your bare back. He leans down and presses his lips to your skin, feeling you shiver beneath his touch. He unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

As he cups your breasts in his hands, he can feel himself getting harder. He moves closer, pressing himself against you as he continues to touch you. You're still cooking, but he can hear the soft moans escaping your lips as he kneads your flesh.

He reaches down and undoes his pants, freeing his cock. He slides it between your legs, feeling the heat of your body through your stretchy yoga pants. No matter what was agreed upon Joel never pressured you to dress or look a certain way and it made you feel much more confident in yourself and your relationship. He rocks his hips back and forth, letting himself enjoy the sensation of touching you, even if it's just through your clothing.

“Mmm, Joel, you're home," you say, looking over your shoulder at him with a smile. "How was your day, my love?"

He doesn't answer right away, instead focusing on the feeling of your body against his. He can feel the heat of your pussy through your pants, and he presses himself against you harder, grinding his hips in slow circles.

“Don't wanna think about it. Just tell me what you're makin' baby," he finally says, his voice weak with desire. He slides his hands down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants. He pulls them down, exposing your bare ass. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him, getting on his knees and pushing his face right in there, taking the globes of your ass and making them jiggle onto his cheeks.

You giggle at the feeling, but you can't help feeling aroused as his large nose hits some of your folds as he shoves his face in as deep as he can, almost like he wants to suffocate the bad day away. "Just pasta," you reply, focusing on stirring the sauce so it doesn't burn.

He finally stands up and replies, "Smells delicious baby, just like you." he says, leaning down to press his nose into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your sent. “Mmm fuckin’ heaven.” He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him as he continues to grind his hips.

You let out a soft moan as he nips at your shoulder. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to his touch, but you try your best not to let dinner burn. He reaches down and slides a finger inside you, feeling how wet you are. He groans at the sensation.

"Joel," you say, your voice trembling with pleasure. "I'm almost ready to serve dinner."

"That's alright, love," he says, his voice strained with desire. "I can wait."

You turn around in his embrace to kiss him, but he stops you, his eyes darkening. He pats the countertop beside the stove. "C'mon, get up here darlin'."

"But the food." You point at the pan.

"You know, I could eat this whole dinner and still not be satiated in the right way. Now get on the damn counter, you sexy momma. Gonna fill you up real good.”

With those words, you scramble to the other side of the stove, sitting on the countertop. He starts rubbing his hands across your naked thighs, slowly working his way up until his hands reach the center of your chest.

“Come closer, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Wanna taste you.” He leans close then lowers his head and bites the tip of your nipple. Your nipples start to erect instantly, and your core feels tight. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He gets lower so his face is right between your legs.

Your stomach clenches as he kisses your inner thigh. “Joel…”

His eyes look up into yours. He pulls his mouth away just enough from your skin so he can talk, "Worry 'bout the sauce, I'm busy havin' my appetizer." His tongue swipes your clit, licking it gently before he begins sucking on the skin. You let out a soft sigh when his warm tongue touches your clit once more. You try to tend to the dinner currently cooking but it's near impossible to do so with him rubbing and sucking at you. “Keep stirring," he adds with a playful smirk. He slips two fingers between your legs, sliding them into your folds and circling one slowly before he plunges two more in. He starts moving faster. Your orgasm starts building in your belly.

"Mmmm, Joel..." you whine, grabbing onto the edge of the counter, digging your nails into the wooden surface. "I'm gonna come…" You start thrusting against his hand.

Joel stands up, not letting you finish and takes a step back, his eyes roaming over your naked body. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby, I'm the luckiest man," he says, his voice loaded with desire. He reaches out and runs his hand over your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers.

You gasp at the sensation, your body already on edge from his earlier ministrations. "Joel, I need to finish dinner," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I know, darlin," he says, his hand sliding down your stomach and between your legs. He starts rubbing your clit in slow circles, making you moan with pleasure. "I won't let you burn it."

He helps you off the counter and turns you around so you're facing the stove, your naked ass pressed against his hips. He reaches around you and grabs a pan of garlic bread, placing it in the oven. "Now, let's get back to work," he says, his voice low and seductive.

He slides his cock between your legs, the head of his shaft pressing against your wet folds. He starts rocking his hips back and forth until he slides inside you, fucking you slowly and deeply. "Keep stirring, baby," he says, his lips pressed against your ear.

You cry out as he hits that sweet spot inside you, your body trembling with pleasure. "Joel, I'm gonna come," you gasp, your fingers tightening around the spoon.

"Not yet," he commands, his hand reaching around to rub your clit.

He starts fucking you harder, his hips slapping against your ass. You can feel yourself getting close, your orgasm building deep in your belly. "Joel, please," you beg, your voice trembling.

He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back so he can kiss your neck. "Uh-uh, you wait till I say so," he growls, his teeth scraping against your skin.

Joel continues to thrust into you, his pace steady and relentless. You can feel your orgasm right on the brink, your body feels like it might explode "Joel, please," you whimper, your fingers tightening around the spoon you were supposed to be stiring the sauce with. "Joel, I can't, m'gonna come please," you gasp, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

“Yes you can, baby just a little more,” he says, pulling your hair and kissing the side of your head, holding onto you tightly. “Wanna fill you up, make you round and beautiful.” He slams into you, his balls hitting your ass. You feel juices dripping from his length, mixing in with your own fluids as they drip down your leg and onto the floor. He pushes his hips in harder and harder, causing you to cry out as you feel the intensity of his hard, thick flesh hitting your walls.

You can feel your heart racing as well, your mind clouded with lust and pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh god, Joel,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut and gripping the edge of the countertop for dear life as you feel your climax building. “Oh Joel! I'm coming'!" You cry out as your body convulses against him. You hear him release a long, loud, gutteral moan, releasing into you.

As you come down from your high, he presses his forehead against your shoulder, breathing hard as he lets go of your hips. He finally pulls out, his cock glistening, soaked with your juices. He turns you around pulling you in close. "I think dinner's ready," he says, smirking.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his waist, "I think you're right," you say, your hands running over his chest. You open the oven door to be met with disappointment. The garlic bread is burnt to a crisp, and so is the sauce.

Joel walks up behind you, "you orderin' or am I?"

You both can't help but chuckle at the situation and decide to order pizza, knowing it's a quick and easy solution. Joel wraps his arms around you as he gives you his phone to search for a local pizza place online, placing the order together.

Once the order is placed, you turn around in his arms, looking up at him playfully pouting, "I guess we'll have to settle for pizza tonight."

Joel leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering, "I'd eat pizza every night if it meant I could come home to you like this."

[1800jjbarnes]

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 | 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

【Synopsis】 : Now that he has you have his wife, he desperately craves to have a family.

『Word count』 : 1.4k

-> Genre: Fluff. Smut. MDNI 18+

Pairing: Husband!Jay x Wife!Reader

[Warnings] : Switch dynamics. The reader is in charge of this one, hehe. Subby-ish Jay. (He's whinier than anything else) breeding kink, unprotected sex (Don't do this unless you want kids) Dirty talk. Jays a bit of a brat. Making out. Jay breaks the readers' underwear (woops).

Note: This is my first time writing for Jay... kinda very nervous, ahh. I hope I did him well. I wanna write more chicago stuff in the future, so if this does well. You’ll be seeing more, hehe.

Jay is begging again. He wants children. He’s brought it up in the past and you’ve always brushed it off with a hearty no, saying you both weren’t ready for that type of commitment, let alone with your types of jobs... Not right now. But this time is different. He stopped mid-kiss to look you in the eye and asked the question.

“Can we have a baby?”

Your throat runs dry. You couldn’t care for a kid, not now when your lives have just only begun to settle down into the first day of your honeymoon, which started straight after your chaotic wedding. But yet you couldn’t help feeling a tingle brew in your lower gut. The desperation in his eyes made your thighs squeeze together. The choked whimper in his words filled your need to please. And how could you possibly say no to your newly wedded husband while staring directly into his beautiful loving eyes? They swim with lust…. you were at a loss.

“Hmm, my Love,” you whispered, facing your body fully to him, having discarded your phone onto the side dresser while you were deep in thought. It wasn’t a yes per say, but the way you smiled with a subtle nod made him move into action.

His green eyes brighten like he has just heard the best news in his entire life as he was on you within seconds, kissing you deeply and caressing your sides. You moan into the kiss, grabbing either side of his head to hold him in place. His touch sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your body. You have never thought of it because of your precautions but just thinking about him going in raw gets you wet. You shift a hand down between your legs and start to rub your clit with two fingers. But a hand quickly stops you.

Jay pulls away and looks at you. “Let me,” he begs.

He looks and sounds more desperate than you feel. This man must have been yearning for ages. And now he’s finally getting it. He’s just a sloppy mess. You push him back onto the bed, his eyes on you the entire time. You climb on top of him and sit on top of his crotch. You grind down a little, feeling him grow in his pants a little. His hands grab your waist quickly, but you have other ideas. If he’s been wanting this, he’ll have to earn it. You grab his wrists and he lets go with loose fingers. Pinning his hands above his head, you suddenly feel the thrill of being on top. Looking down on him and seeing the desperation upon his delicate features. His mouth is parted and he’s breathing heavily already. It’s truly a sight to see that turns you on.

“Now if you want this, you’re going to have to ask nicely,” you whisper in his ear.

A moan is pushed from his lips as you grind down again at his lack of response. “Please,” he begs. “Let me.”

Satisfied, you let go of his hands but tsk, “Keep them there,” You ordered with a fake tone of dominance, at this point you sounded more cheeky and light-hearted, but neither of you cared. He keeps his arms above him but his gaze is all over you. You can feel his neediness rubbing against your clothed core. Shuffling down, you begin to undo his belt and pants. You stop every time he moves and wait for him to fall silent again. After a solid five minutes of playing this little game of tug and pull, you shuffle his pants off his ankles. His cock is fully erect and leaking. With a grin across your face, you sit on his thighs, placing your soft fingers down his waist. He flinches slightly but keeps his mouth shut.

“So you want kids?” You chuckle.

“Honestly,” he admits, “I couldn’t care less about that right now.”

“Oh, okay.” You reach over to the bedside table and open it. “I’ll just wrap you up then.”

“No!” He shouts and grabs you away from the table. “No,” he says more softly.

You laugh and pat his cheek. “You’re sweet. But I do have to grab the lube.”

He smiles widely and toothy as you reach for the bedside table again, grabbing a small bottle of lube out. You slick up your hand and finally begin rubbing his dick. His hips buck up slightly and he suppresses a moan.

“Let it out, honey,” you whisper.

He exhales harshly and his arms move slightly above him. You stop and squeeze the base of his dick. He chokes on a moan but another escape and oh my, it sounds heavenly. Why haven’t you done this before? This is another side of your husband you haven’t seen. You move up on your knees and push your nightie up your thighs with the hand that was on his dick. You reach between your thighs and move your underwear to the side, not wasting any more time with taking them off. With the lube on your fingers and the wetness coming from you, two fingers slide in easily. The pleasure zips through you and makes you hunch over Jay. You finger yourself above his dick, breathing into his neck.

“Keep your arms up there now,” you moan. You meant it to come out as an order, but opening yourself up over him is doing something to you you never thought would.

“Please, I just want to touch you,” he pleads.

“We can stop if you want.” You plant a kiss on his lips. “Or we can keep going.”

He shakes his head frantically. “Please. I just want to fuck you,” he pants.

You kiss him again with more want and bring your free hand to comb through his hair. Then you reach down and grab the base of his cock to line it up. He moans into your mouth as you slide down halfway onto him. You pull away gasping. You want more.

“You can touch me,” you say but it comes more out as a whine.

His hands whip forward and grab your hip and ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. He’s a mess right now and you’re loving it. You bob lightly up and down on him, feeling him rub up against you, sending prickles of pleasure up your spine. He guides you down slowly with each thrust until you’ve swallowed him to the base. He lets you sit there, taking his full length in for a moment before you decide to move on your own accord. You shift your hips upwards with your hands planted on Jay’s stomach before moving downwards. You set a rhythm for yourself but soon enough he’s thrusting up into you. You’re gasping and moaning each time he drives you down on his cock. You get lost in the moment and pick up the pace to chase your own high. You fall on top of Jay and he wraps one of his arms around your waist while the other snakes down to grip your panties.

"I'm sorry." His words were quick and so was the sound of a snap of fabric. Did he literally just rip your underwear? "I'll buy you more." 

"You better." You choke out a moan as he throws the broken fabric somewhere in the room. He brings his knees up and begins thrusting up into you from another angle. It sends a thrill through you that has you moaning louder. You’re both a mess and all of the teasing and playing hard to get suddenly didn’t matter anymore.

“I’m- I’m gonna-” He pants in your ear. He holds onto you more tightly as he buries his face into your neck. With a few stuttering thrusts, you feel him release inside of you. And oh god just the hot sensation of being filled up sends you over the edge as well. You squeeze down tight around him and you can already feel some of his cum dripping down his cock, leaking out of your hole. After the high end, you slowly bring yourself up, his cock still inside you, letting his cum stay deep inside you. Collecting yourself, you glance to see Jay grinning up at you with a glowing smile. It brings a smile to your face as well even though you don’t know why he’s so ungodly happy.

“What?” You ask, stroking his chest with one hand.

“I hope it’s a girl,” Is all he says. That earned him a light slap on the shoulder.

[slayfics]

Idk if you’re still taking requests but i’m down bad for your writings so pls hear me out: imagine giving katsuki a lap dance but even then somehow he’s still the one who holds control over you 🤧

I’m such a lost cause i’m sorry

You give Katsuki a lap dance.

Warnings: aged up | NSFW themes

1000 words~

You puttered around the living room, putting things away and cleaning down the table as Katsuki sat on the couch reviewing some work reports on his laptop. Music played off the speaker in the corner of the living room, your playlist on shuffle.

You listened to a variety of music, so the mood changed in the living room drastically from song to song. Currently, an ambient lo-fi song played, as you walked to the kitchen to throw away the cleaning wipes you just used.

You made your way back to the living room and scanned it for any other tasks that needed to be done. Everything looked in order, but you scanned again for something to do. You wanted more excuses to be close to Katsuki's presence as he worked.

You usually weren't this clingy but lately, he had been extra busy with hero work, giving you both little alone time. Deciding the TV could use dusting you walked to the hall closet to grab the duster.

As you made your way to the TV that was across from the couch Katsuki worked on, the lo-fi song changed and another randomly shuffled song played from your playlist. This song had a much different vibe from the lo-fi song. It was a slow sultry song you often put on to hype yourself up before having sex with Katsuki.

Katsuki knew the song well, as he watched you many times come to life for him when it played. He loved how it would instantly boost your confidence, making you feel like the attractive bombshell you deserved to feel like.

Katsuki's eyes flashed to you, "Change that damn song," he demanded.

You shot him a pouty look, "You don't like it?" you asked.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, "That's not the problem. This song- and you dusting the TV like that... can't fucking focus on my work."

"So don't," you said back at him teasingly.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you. You stalked over to him and gently grabbed at his laptop. To your surprise Katsuki let you take it from him and place it on the table.

"Can I show you what I've been practicing?" You asked, climbing onto his lap. Being that you two had little alone time the past few weeks, you had been working up something special for him. After watching a sensual music video, you decided you wanted to give Katsuki a show, specifically a lap dance.

"Go ahead- you have my undivided attention now," he said, crimson eyes staring up at you as you positioned yourself.

Even though the song was perfect, and you practiced many times alone- you felt yourself freeze up under his intense crimson glare. His eyes eagerly watched you, curious to see what you had in mind. But all confidence ran out of your body as his hands grabbed your waist, his expression as intimidating as ever.

"Well? What were ya gonna do brat?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as you internally yelled at your body to move, but nothing happened, "I was gonna dance for you," you said shyly.

Katsuki's eyes widened, "No shit?" He exclaimed. "Go on I wanna see," he encouraged.

You took a deep breath trying to regain some of your confidence. Noticing this Katsuki encouraged you further, "Come on don't get shy on me now, I want to see what you've been practicing for me," he said playfully slapping your ass. "You look hot as fuck just mounting me so- gonna lose it when you move your hips," he said, hyping you up.

You gave a sheepish smile as you forced yourself to try. You flipped your hair back putting on the confident expression you had practiced many times in the mirror, as your grip on his shoulders tightened and you began to gyrate your hips grinding on him.

Katsuki's eyes hungrily swept over your body as it moved for him. Then you pressed off his lap sinking between his legs, hands now on his thighs as you eyed him seductively making your way all the way down to the floor.

"Oh shit," Katsuki exclaimed taken off guard by your sudden departure. Following the video you'd studied so much, you stood up and turned around, now facing the TV you caught Katsuki's reflection in the dark screen still hungrily eyeing your body. Hands on his knees for support, you swayed your hips from side to side slowly as you sunk again to the floor in between his legs.

Knees on the floor, you removed your hands from his knees and placed them in front of you. On all fours, you slowly leaned forward till your head laid seductively on the floor. Your ass now being on display, you shook it for him.

Katsuki let out a lustful groan at your movements. Feeling all your confidence rush back, you sat up, laying your head back in his lap resting in between his legs, you arched your back and ran your hands seductively down your body eliciting another groan from him.

You moved back up to his lap, still facing away from him you pressed your ass into his lap and started grinding into him, hips swirling. "Fuck," he exclaimed, the feel of you beginning to weaken his resolve.

You stood back up but squeaked out in surprise when Katsuki grabbed your waist and pulled your ass back down. "Nah- do that shit again," He demanded.

You grinded your ass into him once more, a confident smile on your face at his enjoyment.

You flipped your hair again as you turned around, mounting him with a leg on either side of him, you worked your way up his lap. Swiveling your hips into him pressing into the bulge now protruding from his pants. You brought your hands to your chest as you gave your tits a jiggle, your last move before the song ended.

Before you could ask for his opinion Katsuki picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, "Bedroom now," was all he said. Causing your laughter to fill the room.

Thank you for the request! This was a fun one to write 🤭! I hope I was able to explain the dance well enough!

Shout out to @pastelbakugou and @unofficialmuilover for letting me bug them and give me ideas while I typed this one out 😂!

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a

[polakina]

how they fuck you

red dead redemption headcanons #2

hc masterlist // masterlist

on my third playthrough of rdr2 and i cannot bring myself to play low honour. why do i put myself through this?

also this is ridiculously long, got a little carried away but i shall not apologise

rating: explicit

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is always gentle with you at first

delicate touches, lingering kisses, gazing eyes at your every movement or ministration

"what do you want, mi amor? tell me"

loves to hear you beg for him, want him

it just turns him on even more

dirty talk through the ROOF

this man knows how to talk you through it

"fuck you feel amazing, hermosa. yeah, just like that, huh? anything for you"

will eat you out for days if he could

never really tried it before, even when he lived in Mexico, he never really gave it a go

but with you, he wanted to try everything. whatever you wanted, he was up for it

so when you first asked him, he was nervous as hell, but willing to try

he found out he loved it and does it every single fucking time he had you all to himself

buries himself between your thighs like a man starved, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs to keep you still

his tongue worked fucking wonders on your pussy, knowing exactly where to focus his attention, loving how you always moaned a little softer when his tongue dipped inside your cunt

fucks you slow, savouring the moment when he can

loves to have you riding him. seeing you on top spurs something inside him

his hands grip your waist fiercely, guiding your hips to grind against him, pulling sweet, elicit moans from your throat

loves to cut your clothes from your body with his knife

it's so much more satisfying than just taking them off with his hands

kinda likes quickies. prefers taking his time but there's something about pulling you away for a few minutes to have his way with you behind the protection of a tree or something that he loves

usually happens out on missions, so there's risk of the gang seeing you guys, but what's life without a little risk?

you could be on watch beside your tent while everyone sleeps, and javier will come over to keep you company

but it doesn't take long for his hand to slip into your pants as he whispers all sorts of things in your ear as he sits behind you while you try and continue your watch duty

was terrible at aftercare before, never really understood the in's and out's of it

but learned eventually with you, when you explained it to him

now he's at your beck and call whenever you need it

wear this man's hat around camp and that's all he needs to pull you to a secluded tent

but wear it while you fuck him? arthur would die happy in that exact moment

likes to call you 'cowgirl' when you ride him. you always roll your eyes at how stupid it sounds, but it doesn't stop him

the two of you don't have all the time in the world. being one of dutch's most trusted members, he's needed away from camp a lot more than anyone else

so you've both learned the art of being fast

and it doesn't take long for him to make you cum

never asks for them, but loves blowjobs

he likes to draw in his tent when he's got time to himself, so when he sees you come in and sink to your knees in between his lap, he can't think of a better sight

the absolute king of praises (have you heard how he talks to his horse?? imagine him talking to a woman oml)

not a fan of degrading, he never saw the appeal, but uses other methods to 'punish' you

"what do you want, darlin?" he'd say as he's fucking you from behind, your face pressed into the pillow to stifle your moans, your ass in the air held up by his hands on your hips. "oh babygirl, you wanna cum, huh? then you can beg me for it, can't you?"

will edge you for days

especially when he knows he's going to be away for a few days afterwards

definitely grabs the headboard

mainly for his own stability to be able to thrust into you harder as you moan his name into the room

has his hands on you at all times

holding your hands above your head by your wrists, holding your face against the mattress with his hand on the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and gently yanking your head back when he pounds into you

when you do get a night away from camp, he wants to make it last the whole night

takes his time with you to the point where he's practically teasing you for hours

takes his time undressing you, kissing every part of your body, touching every part of you until his fingerprints were practically imprinted into your skin

give this man some guidance or it's like walking through a maze blindfolded

learned a lot with you

figured out really quick what you liked and what you didn't like, what places he could touch you that would send your head spinning

this eventually led him to learn how to be very sneaky in public

he could touch you in such simple places, in such an innocent way that no one else would think anything of it

but you'd know, and you wouldn't stop it

you like the way he touched your neck? he was all over that shit, cupping your cheek, his fingers tickling your neck

you liked his hands in your hair? his fingers tangled at the base of your neck, pulling your hair slightly to tease you

his hand would rest on your thighs, fingers slowly creeping up your thigh while you were all sat around the campfire

you'd always give him a little glare, which he would ignore, a goofy smirk on his face

and the way he fucked you was no different

he had mastered the art of teasing your body and your limits, and put that knowledge in every time he had you alone

"come on, marston. stop teasin' me like this"

he'd always smirk, working his way down your body in a painfully slowly manner

"i'm takin' my time with you, sweetheart. you just lay back and relax. lemme take care of you"

loved to make you feel good before he even thought about himself

but when he was too pent up, he came a lot quicker than he wanted

but he made up for it when tending to you afterwards until you were practically pushing him away, too sensitive for his expert fingers

not the best at going down on you, but makes up with experience

but what he's really good with is his hands

his fingers

they know exactly what they're doing when he pushes them inside your soaked pussy

curling at that devastating spot inside you that makes you crumble to your knees

loves to be on top of you, seeing your face contort when he pushes inside you slowly, deeply

he's basic, a lover of missionary, but seeing your face and watching your body writhe under his grip is really what turns him on

[jammydodger3579]

Pomegranate Heart

Summary: Logan and the reader have trouble with Wade interfering during their alone time. (slight continuation of this fic)

A/N: this one got away on me... please don't judge... also I love the idea of the reader having certain cravings because of her mutation so that's what lead to this fic...

Masterlist here.

18+ for mature audiances only

1100+ word count.

Warnings: smut, oral masc!receiving, cannibalism, blood.

Living next door to her boyfriend would’ve been much nicer if her boyfriend wasn’t living with Wade. He made it a challenge to inconvenience the two of them as often as possible. At first, it was a simple prank: Wade swapped the chocolate sauce for sticky soy sauce, hoping that Logan would pour it on his ice cream. Wade just didn’t expect Logan to pour the sauce on Y/N during their “alone time”. That was very awkward to explain. Then Wade made it a challenge to get his pranks to interfere with their sex life. Wade would play his favourite boyband music super loud whenever he heard Logan and Y/N going at it, hoping that the music would put them out of the mood. Even going as far as hiding a speaker in her apartment so that he could really annoy them. The two eventually started waiting for Wade to fall asleep before they would sneak off. 

Y/N was watching a movie at the guys' apartment when Logan nudged her to look at Wade. The poor man was sleeping through his favourite part of the movie. Y/N made eye contact with Logan before looking at the door, hinting they should leave. Logan nodded, slowly getting up from the couch. She followed suit, sneaking out of Wade’s apartment. The two laughed at the idea of sneaking away just to make out. Logan immediately pinned Y/N against her apartment door, peppering her face with kisses. She smiled, opening the door and pulling Logan inside. They went to the bedroom, trying to be quiet as the apartment walls were super thin. Logan laid down on the bed, pulling Y/N onto his lap. She smiled, kissing Logan deeply as she unbuttoned his shirt. She opened his shirt, bearing his chest to the room. She pulled away from Logan before licking her lips with her long tongue, and then licking down his chest before stopping at his belt. They held eye contact as Y/N removed Logan's pants, licking down his shaft. He shivered at the contact, enjoying how she works her tongue. 

“N-need,” He moaned, bucking his hips towards her. 

“I wanna take my time with you” she purred, a mischievous grin on her face. Logan brought his hands to his head, moaning in pleasure as she used her tongue to jack him off slowly. She loved to watch him squirm under her touch. He moved his hips in sync with her, grinding against her tongue. He was getting impatient, wanting his release already. She could tell, his cock twitching in her grip. She stopped the slow movements of her tongue and stood up to look at the shocked look on Logan's face. She smiled, slipping out of her pants before straddling Logan, teasing her entrance with his cock.

“I’m so close to taking you myself, princess” he growled, his patience wearing thin. She smiled, taking him inside. She started slow, eager to see if Logan would take control. 

“I could just eat you up,” she said, grinding painfully slow. 

“Do it princess and see what happens” She smiled wide, bearing her teeth. She leaned down, licking his chest before sinking her teeth in. Logan's blood filled her mouth, that metallic taste she craved making her moan. Logan groaned, pain and pleasure mixing together. She ripped her teeth away from his chest, blood going everywhere, and chewed on the chunk of “meat” she got. Logan’s healing factor worked quickly, healing up the gaping hole left by Y/N’s teeth. She smiled, blood dripping down her chin. Her long tongue came out and cleaned the mess. Logan was still on the brink of coming, her movements edging him along ever so slowly. He grabbed a hold of her hips and started moving her to a more enjoyable speed.

“Did I say we could go faster?” She said in a low voice, grinning that evil grin. She brought her mouth to his ear. “Do you need to be punished?” she bit his earlobe, tearing it off. Logan kept moving her, bucking his hips up into her. She licked at the blood spilling from his ear until it healed over. Logan was getting close, she could feel it. She reached a hand down to her cunt, rubbing circles around her clit. Logan admired the view, his beautiful girlfriend, blood running down her chest over her perfect tits, pleasure filling her face. They became one, moving in sync, Y/N no longer caring about the speed Logan made her go. She was getting close, her pussy clenching around him. “I n-need you to take over,” she said through moans. Logan smiled.

“Thank god,” he said, turning her over and slamming her into the bed. He had a firm grip on her hips, roughly thrusting into her. She held eye contact with him, her hands now up by her face. She rubbed the blood off her chest and licked her fingers, moaning at the taste once again. That tipped her over the edge. Screaming Logan’s name, she came underneath him. Pleasure rolled over her body in waves, each thrust adding to her orgasm. Watching her unravel made Logan cum, filling her deep inside with one last thrust. By reflex, his claws came out, tearing a hole in the bed just inches away from Y/N’s face. She smiled. They stared at each other, watching as they came down from their highs. Breathing heavily, Logan pulled out and removed his claws from the bed. He laid down next to his girlfriend, pulling her into his arms. “Never have I ever had someone eat me during sex” he breathed out. She smiled.

“There’s a first for everything” 

“You ate him!?” Wade was standing in the door frame, staring at the two on the bed. Y/N immediately pulled the blood-soaked blanket over her and Logan. She smiled, blushing at being caught. Logan stared daggers at Wade. 

“I’m going to get you if you don’t leave right now” he growled, his claws slowly extending from his knuckles. Wade put his hands up in defence.

“Hey, I’m not judging, everyone has their kinks,” he said before leaving. Y/N looked at Logan and laughed. 

“He’s never gonna let us live this down now, is he?”

“No, he won’t,” Logan said. Y/N brushed her hand over the hole in her bed. “I’ll buy you a new bed sweetheart, don’t worry… new sheets too” 

“We’ll only ruin it again,” she said. She sat up and stretched her hands over her head. “I’m going to shower… join me?” Logan nodded, getting up from the bed.

[f10werfae]

One Hot Mama

Pairing: Mechanic!Henry Cavill X Single!mom!Reader

summary: Henry becomes a daddy when a special woman enters his life, and his garage... and his home (DILF Henry) (Emotional!Henry)

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

Henry Masterlist, Full Masterlist

"F-fuck momma, you got anymore to give me? Can see your precious pussy gripping onto me like a vice" Henry groaned looking down at his fingers plummeting in and out of his secret lover's pussy, a new single mother that had just moved to town with her newborn, immediately falling into the town's mechanic's arms for protection against the judgy looks of others. "y-you're t-too -fuck- big b-bear, can feel you s-so deep" Her hands held onto his arm tightly, her eyes looking up at him desperately.

"Shh honey, don't wanna wake up our little babe do ya? Only got 'im to sleep" He growled biting her ear lightly, his wide palm rubbing onto her clit lightly, her shirt still damp from pumping only an hour beforehand; Henry's hands already pulling at her hardened nipples to try and coax some of the milk out for himself. "O-oh i'm c-cumming" She squealed, moaning into the wild man's arms as his lips pushed onto hers, swallowing each of her moans and whines as his fingers rubbed her button raw, her slick wetness covering his hands and part of her bed sheets.

"good job momma, did so well for me, take what you need, take care of our little angel so fuckin' well" He growled watching her body writhe against his chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders as she tilted her head up for another kiss, his tongue licking all over her mouth before diving in deep and tasting her tongue. Letting her grind against his hand, their lips separating as her whines turned to soft breaths of relief and pleasure, his hands still toying with her tits as he massaged her body. His favourite part? The extra skin gathered at her stomach, showing off just how amazing she was for going through a pregnancy, never mind a pregnancy alone.

"By the way uh- Thanks for lookin' after Tommy tonight, I-I didn't know i'd get called for work so late' She whispered letting him trace each of her stretch marks, kisses placed all over she shoulder, eventually reaching her lips once again. There they stayed on her bed, kissing and just touching each other for another ten minutes, her body humping against his lightly, whimpering at the fact that she still didn't feel comfortable enough to have sex again. "I already told ya, he already calls me daddy, only thing ya needa do is let me into your heart pumpkin"

"Y-you're already in my heart Hen, you've got it in your hands" She whispered tracing her lips with her finger, his lips kissing the palm of her hand before nuzzling into her touch like a dog. Ever since she had moved to Pomsdale 6 months ago with her six month old, the first person who had notice of her and little Tommy, was Henry Cavill the town's leading mechanic. Pomsdale was a tiny town of a population of at least 2500, so almost instantly the married woman of the town had judged her for having a baby out of wedlock.

At first it started off as a favour, Henry babysitting baby Tommy while Y/n worked her ass off. Then it turned into Henry and Y/n fooling, her body falling for his within the first week, it only took a simple look and there they were dry humping on the newest car he was fixing up; so far there had been no labels on their relationship. That was until Henry had been over at her house daily, eating dinner, helping to feed Tommy and overall just relieving her feeling of being a single parent. Last month Tommy had just about said his first word 'dada' while reaching out for Henry who was building his computer in the living room, babysitting him while Y/n was out getting groceries.

"Then why won't ya let me put a pretty lil' rock on this finger momma? make us into one of 'ose happy families, have ya as my wife, our house filled with tiny tots wreckin' the place" He whispered kissing the space on her ring finger delicately, his boxer clad body shifting over just to be closer to his woman, he didn't care whether they had his last name or not, he just wanted his son and wife with him. "H-Henry us foolin' around has been fun don't get me wrong but-"

"Foolin' around? was that all this was to you? I- I thought you just said I had your heart n' you had mine, the hell are you talkin' about then" he said sitting up in her bed, watching her panic a bit and reach for his larger hands, "N-No of course not! But you need to understand this isn't just about me, it's about Tommy too, y-you can't just up and leave whenever ya get bored of me" Her thumb rubbed over his knuckles comfortingly, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at him, only to be interrupted by the sound of her baby boy crying

"I-i'll go get him, you stay here, please" He whispered gently letting go of her hands, grabbing his sweater from the chair and shrugging it on, giving her a tight lipped smile before heading down to the one year old's nursery. His breath deepening and shuddering with each step, it's okay he would give her some time to think and then they'd talk; that's how they always worked things out during their fast paced relationship.

"hey, hey little man, what's got ya all worked up? Thought your momma's milk woulda had you knocked out cold for sure" He cooed fixing his sleep snuggy, the blue fabric looked like he was wearing a tiny dress, causing Henry's heart to grow a little bit bigger (if that was even possible) Tommy's tiny hands fisted the cotton sweater almost as if it was trying to rip off the fabric, Henry's deep voice chuckling at his boy's tiny coos and whimpers, setting him back into his bassinet before taking off his sweater.

Little Tommy now calming down against his dada's chest, his smaller fingers twisting in Henry's chest hair, Henry's lips pressing kisses onto his head and inhaling the soft baby scent. "Ya like me don't ya, one day you n' your momma are gonna be mine, officially but ya know you already are. Gonna teach ya how to play ball, ride a bike and maybe even give ya some tips for kindergarten. I know your ma is jus' worried about you, but I promise ya, if anythin' were to happen to you or your momma i'd never forgive myself" After his own monologue Henry padded softly around the room, sitting down onto the rockin' chair in the corner, letting Tommy slowly drift off on his chest.

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Henry's eyes twinkled open, his back aching, the panic setting in when he realised his chest didn't have Tommy's weight on it anymore. Calming down when he saw the love of his life kissing the tip of his son's nose, setting their baby boy to bed, her body covered in a white silk robe. "C-come to bed Hen baby, please honey" She whimpered, her eyes still glossy, complying as Henry tugged her onto his lap. "m'comfy right 'ere, stay with me" He gruffed feeling her head lay on his chest, his hand coming up to scratch her head soothingly, her hands clutching onto his other one tightly.

"I- I do want you Henry, in my bed, in my house, with OUR son and with me. I just want you to understand t-that I am worried but I do love you and I- I do want a pretty rock on m-my finger"

"That's good, cause it's already in my pocket honey. Would you take m-my name or-"

"I want your name Henry, I want everything to do with you, the name, the house, the babies and of course, I know Tommy would like to be yours too; but I need time too"

"He was mine the day I met him love, saw the twinkle in his eye n' knew he was my little boy n' you was meant to be my woman" He whispered nudging her head up with his, her lips eagerly puckered and inching towards his; their lips meeting in tons of tiny pecks until their lips grew tired and swollen. "Ey stop it woman, our son's 'ere" He chuckled kissing her cheek sweetly, letting her nuzzle into his neck, her legs straddling his burly thighs.

(psa; lowkey think this is one of my worst stories so sorry :(( )

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ʜᴇᴀᴅʟɪɴᴇꜱ

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴀᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴄᴇʟᴇʙ!ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ*, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀꜱ

ᴄᴡ; ɪɴᴠᴀꜱɪᴠᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ-ᴏɴ ᴜꜱᴇ (ʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ/ᴘʀᴀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ/ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ

ᴡᴄ; 1.1ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, 6.0ᴋ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

‘Famous singer/songwriter and artist, Ellie Williams seen with famous actress and singer/songwriter Y/N’

‘Songwriter Ellie Williams, leaving the studio with Y/N? Is this the internet's new favorite couple?’

“So, as you know, we’ve seen some things about you and Y/N. Is there anything you’d like to share about the two of you with your fans?”

“I wish there was something to share. We’re just good friends. I’m just trying to see if I actually want to get into the acting industry. She’s my—, like… I don’t know, she’s my decoy. My practice, if you wanna put it like that.”

“Look, we know this isn’t a very appropriate question and it’s been asked a lot. Y’all are fuckin’?”

“Who?”

“C’mon, Ellie! You and Y/N, of course! We gotta know. Give us the scoop, man.”

“Jesus, no. I’ve got my eyes set on somebody else anyways, she’s just a good friend.”

“You two, Y/N and you, have been spotted together a whole bunch lately. Is there any reason or coincidence to it?”

“I mean, no. Other than just she brings me with her to check out what the acting industry is really like. It’s… It’s crazy, honestly. Props to her for having the courage for that, she’s a fucking… She’s super fucking strong.”

Blah, blah, fucking-blah. I hated all these stupid fucking articles and interviews with the same dumbass questions. Why did people have to know my relationship status with someone else? Why did they care so much? Why is it a problem for people who don’t know either of us? Just let us live our fucking lives, good-fucking-god. Can I just live my life the way that I want to without being harassed about my love life?

Y/N and I had met at an award ceremony, both fairly new to the respective careers we had gotten ourselves into. We were both assigned to open the show and also seated next to each other. She's such a lovely girl, super chill and respectful. She also minds her business when she's supposed to and never bothers anyone. But her fanbase? I don't know how or why she deals with any of the men she's attracted, but good on her.

I couldn't even be mad at the people asking such invasive questions because here I was, in a hotel room with her, burying my strap deep into her, face contorting into such a wonderful face that I needed to be engraved into my mind. She was so sweet and delicate, a wonderful view to just gaze upon. She sat on my lap as I used my hands to guide her hips down and push my hips up into her. The drool slipping from her lips, hanging from the corner let me know just how much she was really enjoying our time together.

"Fuck, Ellie, I can't do this anymore, I can't take it," a rich whimper came from the gorgeous figure above me, hands gripping onto my shoulders like crazy. A smirk grazed my face as her teary eyes came to meet mine, begging for us to come to an end. I couldn't help but lift her ever-so-slightly so she would offer me yet another cry from those beautiful lips of hers.

I couldn't respond to her. No way, no how. I tilted my head to glance down at the mess she was making on my lap, chuckling at how crazy it was. One hand slid up to her slightly parted lips, thumb slipping in to press down on her tongue. Those lovely moans were now muffled, hips grinding on mine to create that friction she had loved so dearly, starting to now shake at the euphoric sensation she had been receiving for the past hour and a half.

"Oh, but you're taking me so well, princess. How many times have you finished, hm? It's a fucking disaster down there, y'know."

As much as she wanted to respond to me, we both knew she couldn't. She was sucking on my thumb at this point, those delicious sobs still detectable. Chuckling at her attempts, my arms wrapped around her waist as I shoved my face into her chest to lick from her sternum to just below her neck while my thumb had left her oral cavity.

"You're so cruel, Els."

"I'm cruel? You really think so?"

"Mhm. I can't take this. It's too much, I'm so shaky."

She was not kidding about that. She was shaking like a little chihuahua, holding onto me for dear life. I hummed at her situation, peeling away so sluggishly.

"My sweet girl," I whispered, "I'll let you lay down next time. I promise."

"You said that last time and had me against a wall for a full forty-five minutes."

"You looked so angelic. What was I supposed to do? Give you what you want?"

"Yes!" She pouted, though there was a slight smile in that pout she gave me. I shook my head at her, helping her up from my lap as she tried not to fall over and eat shit. I should really give her a break but... She's all good. I know she is.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide this shit anymore,” her face rose up only to hide in the crook of my neck, sighing softly as she ran her hands up and down my arm, “if only people could mind their own fucking business.”

“We could always just say fuck it and go public. I don’t care anymore, they already know.”

Y/N’s eyes popped up, all wide and happy, a lovely smile taking over the pout I knew she had set up just seconds ago. I nodded to her, sitting her in the chair I was in, grabbing her a damp rag and her clothes that had been dumped on the bed.

“But that’s only if you’re willing to answer some questions people ask.”

“I don’t care. As long as you’re okay with it then I am too.”

Shrugging, I cleaned her up, taking my time when I came to run the rag over her still hardened nipples and her cunt which still was glistening in the dim lights. Her chuckle brought me back to looking at her, speeding up the process before kissing her forehead.

“So,” I chuckled, “that song we recorded is getting released at midnight and you are going on tour with me. You think that’s enough confirmation from the both of us?”

“Oh definitely. If they need more, sucks to be them.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

“What are we gonna do? Put out a sex tape?”

“I mean…” I smirked softly, glancing at our phones on the bed, “we—,”

“Shut up, Ellie,” a giggle cut me off while her hand beckoned me over, “you get an hour and a half. Go crazy,” her legs spread open, the heaven’s calling my name as I stared down at her glistening core.

“You know me so well.”

[stunning-eclipse]

So... DID and the Daycare Attendant.

I don't think I need to do an introduction to everyone's favorite Daycare Attendant, so I'm going to start this off with a description of DID and what it's like to live with it, because I in fact have it!

DID is a weird case. It's both easy and hard to live with. My alters have saved my life in some cases, and they've made me have some strained relationships as well. One moment I'm here, then one positive/negative trigger later and I'm gone and someone else is piloting this fleshy mech. I have around 20 alters, some with names, some unnamed, some fictives, some ordinary people. But funnily enough, I have two fictives that take after Sun and Moon (named Sunnydrop and Moon respectively). They're both friendly, at least Moon is nowadays, but they've been around for a long time.

A positive or negative trigger is whenever something happens that brings an alter to front. Music, games, voices, people, etc can all be triggers for an alter to front, as well as trauma or distress which are typically referred to as negative triggers. We'll get back to that later when we talk about the lights off and Sun and Moon's positive triggers.

So! How about we get into why Sun and Moon (and Eclipse) are positive DID representation!

Here's why the Daycare Attendant is a great representation of DID!

First off, I want to regard the whole "Moon is an evil alter" thing. While yes, we are led to believe that he is indeed evil, there are a few interesting things about him that still make him excellent as representation. Remember how I said my alter Moon is friendly nowadays? Yeah, well not all alters are friendly off the bat and they can be quite aggressive based on whichever trauma they are defending you from. My alter Moon defends me from my abandonment trauma and trusts no one, and therefore can get really aggressive and even violent towards people. Not all alters are going to be friendly, and while I'm not saying they'll just be murderous killers looking for the thrill of a hunt, they can be mean. Really mean.

Now I wanna get into the smaller bits. When someone with DID is going through a switch, it's not as easy as "oh well he's gone now say hi to this other guy." It can be that easy on occasion, but most of the time it is a slow and painful process. Migraines, fighting for control for minutes on end... just like how Sun and Moon react. Moon mentions his gears are grinding in his head when trying to hold off Sun, not only having a fight for control, but a migraine as well. We can also see Sun struggle with the same pain in the base game when you turn the lights off.

You can also tell the two know each other pretty well. Sun never refers to Moon by name, but it's very clear he sees him as a threat and has seen the stuff Moon has done while fronting. This is called co-fronting. When someone is still conscious and watching whatever the alter is doing while they're fronting, that's when they are co-fronting. And in Ruin, you can see they are co-fronting the entire segment. Moon also refers to Sun by name plenty, meaning they are both aware of each other and really aren't fond of not being in control of the body.

Their pronoun usage of we and us is also incredibly accurate!! When I'm dissociating, I will refer to myself as we and us due to not being the only one fronting and sometimes being unsure of who's actually in control in the moment. Sun seems to do that plenty whenever he's distressed, alluding to Moon being present or trying to front in the moment. And once Moon's positive trigger is used, aka the lights being off, he can finally assume control. It does seem like Moon has stress as another positive trigger due to Sun's usage of plural pronouns but that's more of a theory than anything concrete, so I'll move on.

Here's my favorite part... Man, Sun and Moon are very similar. Scarily so. When someone has alternate personalities, they will all share some minor similarities. Queen and I share the same germophobia, Sunnydrop and I are both artists, Moon and I both have social anxiety. Etc etc. In the case of Sun and Moon, they both are very energetic and can't stand still. They bounce side to side or move in very eccentric ways. They both have an innate need to clean up, showing a sign of hating things being messy. They both tend to laugh a lot, have similar vocal inflictions, and even growl their words (listen to Sun in Help Wanted 2, he growls so much.) They both respect not going behind the desk, and supposedly want the kids to be safe and well assuming Moon is indeed hacked and not evil from the start. They both rock the jester aesthetic too which, sure they're dressed like them but, they sure do act like clowns. In the end, the two are strangely similar outside of one of them being obsessed with killing you.

Finally... let's talk about Eclipse. Eclipse is a third alter and very similar to a fusion between the two jesters. Calm and collected, while also remaining protective and very clean-centric, Eclipse is... very clearly the "host" alter of the three. An alter that is a mixture of the others? Yeah, very clearly, he is the host, so the main personality that primarily controls the body. Meaning Sun and Moon are both alters, making Sun a positive friendly alter! Don't see those in media very often, huh? Also, the fact there's three of them makes me incredibly happy, I always see DID represented by just one alter present. But there's three! Not a realistic number by any means, but it's better than one.

So... yeah!!! That's my basic run-through of how the Daycare Attendant is a positive representation of DID! If I missed anything or if you guys have questions, please shoot me a message or comment and I'd love to answer questions! Thanks for reading if you did! We appreciate it!

[dolskele]

Playing Course of Temptation for funsies, super fun so far! Here's my list of pros and cons so far (not tht deep into the game yet btw)

PROS:

·Similar concept/idea for DOL but it's college!

·OMG TRANS/NONBINARY OPTIONS FOR PC AND NPCS!!!!!! I finally got to make Luca trans😭😭

-> People actually acknowledge that you're trans! From what I've seen, the PC corrects when someone calls their privates something they don't prefer (ex. calling it the "front hole" instead)

·Main character creation is SUPER interactive! What u choose for their highschool experience affects their stats!! Super cool

·College life is more focused on, and earning money. DOL is fun for how many options there are to do other shit, but the stability is nice lol

·All kinky shit is similar to DOL, interactions and sexual encounters are easy to navigate

·Theres a goddamn opportunity to do cam shows. U need exhibition 4/6 or whatever for it but I NEED IT

·I love that we can customize our best friend! I named mine Robin Hayes... because it felt right to transfer him from DOL-> COT lmaoooo

·The interactions between characters are fun! I esp love tht when u go eat, u can choose what table u sit at and talk to the people there! And ur interests matter, esp if u wanna befriend them

·NPCs are very interactive and memorable! If u interact w/ them enough, u can learn their name and even upgrade them to friend/rival/enemy!!

·U can develop crushes unprompted/others can have crushes on u! It's not so important, but it's cuteeeee😊

·PARTYS ON FRIDAYS!!!! Most fun shit ever, u can eat as much u want, drink as much (u don't have to drink alcohol unless someone offers and ur willpower isn't high enough)

And now for the 🥊CONS🥊:

·I said NPCs are more memorable, but now I'm more attached to them than the Special Characters😭😭😭

·Sadly, the Bailey grind is back. But so far it's just been $100, and it's just ur mom asking for it as compensation for living on the dorms and going to college¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so that's fair (and if ur grades are high enough, u only pay $80!)

•You have more stats to take care of!! Rest, relaxation, hygiene, food, bladder, release (aka horniness)

·I love money too much and I'm a hoarder, so I've been grinding on my job @ the burger place in town😭

Aaaand that's it. Yeah idk much rn since I've just started, but it's promising so far! And just to catch more attention, here are a few screenshots I took!!💗💗Enjoy💗💗

[imrllytootiredforthis]

you know i listened to some nsfw audio like a month ago?... ig🤷🏻‍♀️and it was a puppy boy speaker trying the tail plug and the leash on for the first time😭he was eating the listener out in the end😭pls not only was it adorably cute like😭but also the voice of that guy sounded like jake's or i'm being too delusional at this point idk now🙂🙂

anyway this idea has been living in my mind since that day and oh god...it's def not making my life easier like...at all💀💀the man is just a dumb doggy personified idc,,,, the things i wanna do to him 🤯(i literally have no idea why i'm sending this but.. thought you'd find it interesting ^^)

...do you perhaps still have this audio??🙂🙂

he's pretty puppy. he's filthy mutt. he's dumb doggy. he's bitch in heat. all of which he'd probably 100% moan at being called😫

i'm just imagining finding out that he into it for the first time though, whether it's some kind of porn on his computer that he sucks at hiding or a pair of fluffy puppy ears hidden in his closet-the exact shade of his hair

you don't tell him you know right away though, instead you take this perfect chance-still slightly upset that he didn't tell you himself-to tease him😫😏

one morning waking up early in bed next to him, his body curled into yours, legs wrapped around your hips. clinging onto you like his life depends of it.

you lay there like this for awhile, watching him as he sleeps for a bit longer, small snores coming from it that make it all the more adorable.

you can hardly help but lightly drag a finger over his face, his cheekbones and lips and eyebrows, marvelling how a human being could be so fucking pretty. he's pretty always but especially like this. with dried drool in the corner of his mouth, features soft and a smile playing on the edge of his lips. his face is practically buried in your chest (he claims it's his favourite pillow)

he'd wake up slowly, muttering nonsense and rubbing his head against you. he'd probably reach down to grab your hand and pull it up to put it in his hair, encouraging you to scratch his scalp still half asleep and groggy.

he's so cute you could die.

but then you realize that it's the perfect opportunity.

wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in closer to you, slotting your mouth into the crevice of his neck, whispering to him.

"good morning~" the smile on his face is still tired, the window across the room annunciating the shine in his eyes when he looks at you. "you look so pretty puppy,"

he'd freeze at that, eyes wide, muscles tense. unsure of what he should do with himself. absolutely malfunctioning on the inside, trying not to squirm against you.

"u-I...thank-thank you?" his voice borders on breathless, his fingers getting tighter against your skin, nails digging in.

"no need to thank me, you're always a pretty puppy," you flip his body over and he lets you, enjoying the subtle manhandling as you perch him on top of you, his legs straddling your thighs, "a pretty puppy just for me, right?"

his boxers feel unbearably tight and his face is as red as a fire hydrant. all he wants...all he wants, well he wants a lot of things but this, this is by far at the top of his list.

he unconsciously begins to grind down against you, his head falling back as he lets out a long moan. "yes, yes, m' your puppy-just your puppy,"

you pull his head back to you by his hair, looking at the glassy sheen in his eyes, the way his nails dig into the palm of his hands, the way that whimpers escape from under his breath giving away just how needy he is.

fingers glide over the smooth expanse of his neck, a touch he welcomes. "good boy. and you know what good boys get?"

he looks almost timid as he replies, "...a reward?"

the smile that blooms across his face makes him feel so good, like he's pleased you some way, like he wants only to please you all the time. "good! now close your eyes for me puppy, want it to be a surprise for you."

he listens as he's told as you reach down into your nightstand, rifling through it's contents before pulling his reward out.

"open."

he opens his eyes to a simply black collar, a gold tag on it shaped like a bone with something engraved onto it.

'my good puppy'

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🌾 clay roach heacanons 🌾

a/n: this is based a little on THIS post i made about clay being the rory character that would have the sweetest girl

. first, and foremost, I absolutely love this little wet cat - I live him, I breathe him, I want to gnaw and chew at him

. but we move

. the only way i could imagine you meeting clay was definitely like a childhood sweetheart type thing going on, y'know? - like you met when you were like seventeen, and you just kinda... got stuck with him?

. he's cocky - no doubt about it. this man is the most snarky, sarcastic asshole you'll ever meet

. HOWEVER, he's so sweet on you because he just doesn't wanna break you. but will never say this to your face

. I don't see clay as a very cuddly person, it's just not his thing, even before all the heroin

. however, this man is a sucker for the small things. hell yeah, forehead kisses. absolutely hold my hand. definitely, c'mere, baby, nuzzle your nose against mine

. he's not a big fan of nicknames that much, but his favourite will always be 'babydoll' and I stand by this. clay legit forgets your name because he never uses it

. it's probably not the most healthy relationship, let's be honest, but that's the sad reality of drugs, babe - clay will lie to you, keep secrets from you, and you probably wouldn't even know

. however, that doesn't mean he doesn't love you to pieces, he absolutely 100% does

. clay's very forgetful, he's strung out most of the time, so don't expect him to remember anything important lmao

. is a dog man, and this will be controversial but it's so true - get this man a little fucking golden retriever, I BEG

. he just loves the warmth of a dog - i imagine that clay's always cold, and so always needs to be holding something warm

. again, nsfw under the cut cause I'm sensible like that

. you thought kappa was dirty? let me tell you right now, this man is the filthiest man on the planet

. not even necessarily kinky, he just knows how to talk to you just right. clay is the king of dirty talk, and this is a hill I will die on

. no joke, clay could make you cum in about a minute just from talking. it's the accent bro 😭

. loves, loves, loves using his hands - everything else is great, don't get me wrong, but this man loves nothing more than having you sat with your back against his chest as he fingers the life outta you

. hair pulling kink - this goes both ways. he loves tangling his hand in your hair, and he's always gentle. you're his precious little baby, he doesn't wanna hurt you

. but on him?! oh lord, he's practically begging you to pull harder

. clay loves thighs. kissing them, biting them, laying his head on them, holding them, he loves it all

. clay is a rough and deep kinda guy, slow and sensual are not words in his vocabulary

. THIS MAN IS HELLA LOUD - and he doesn't give two fucks who hears him. he will moan, groan, grunt, growl, whimper and whine and he's not ashamed at all

. I personally can't really see clay as the submissive type, he'll let you ride him and it's his favourite thing in the world, but he still has all the power

. give this man a blowjob and he's getting on his knees with a ring

. I don't see him much to give you head, he'll do it every now and then when he's in the mood, but he much prefers using his fingers

. getting his girl to grind against his pillow 🤭

. but when he does give you head, kiss your ability to walk goodbye 😚

. a tiny bit of a daddy kink me thinks?! 🤭

. just ride him, man, he's a lazy fuck - he's not, he just loves watching you on top, PLUS it's less effort

. overall, is he morally good? no, absolutely not - he'd probably realistically be like a 4/10, but I love him so much I'm just gonna boost him up to an 8.5/10 cause who's gonna tell me I can't?

[l1tw1ck]

Secret Online Life

While trying to befriend your stepson, you find something you weren't quite expecting to see

Stepdad Reader (No Pronouns)

Bottom!FTM Idia x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} [Series] | [No AFAB Language Ver (AO3)]

CW: Getting Caught, Cheating, Daddy Kink, Oral, Praise, Cum Shot, Taking Pictures, Lingerie, Belly Bulge, Squirting, Nipple Play, Creampie

📝 1,975 Words

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You've been married to Idia's dad for about a year now and you can count on your fingers how many times you've seen Idia. He usually stays holed up in his room all day, only leaving to eat, pick up packages, or go to the convenience store.

When you do talk to him, he's shy and his face gets red. He avoids eye contact and looks like he wants to leave the conversation as soon as possible. You managed to ask him, your husband, and his brother if Idia hates you and all three of them said no. You figured he's just nervous so you decided to try and get him to warm up to you.

You asked his brother what he likes and got him some snacks. You walk down to the basement and knock on his door a few times but get no response. You open the door to make sure he's okay and the sight before you causes your mouth to hang open.

Idia's wearing a white lacy lingerie while sitting on a chair, not his gaming chair as he'd probably struggle to...ride the dildo he's currently on. His panties seem to have a hole in them and the dildo inside him is thick and transparent. He's pinching his nipples and talking to the multiple cameras pointed at him, one pointing in between his legs. You've never wanted to be a camera so bad in your life.

"You think I'm pretty?" Idia questions shyly. "Thank you.."

You stare at him intensely, eyes moving all around his body before focusing on his lower half as he grinds down on the dildo.

You're the only one home so you stay there, stroking yourself to the sight. He may be your stepson but by all hell is he irresistible. You stay there until he shuts off the stream.

Now you know why he chose to live in the basement of all places. The house had plenty of rooms but the basement's practically soundproof and very secretive. The perfect place to record adult content.

You pull your pants up and leave to take a shower, planning on talking to him about it tomorrow.

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You started to think about his body language when he's around you, the way he'd squeeze his legs together and chew on his bottom lip had you wondering if it was less about being uncomfortable with someone unfamiliar and more about being attracted to you.

And so, you decided to take a shot in the dark. More like a dimly lit basement, metaphorically speaking.

You knock on his door and he says "hold on" just loud enough for you to hear. You hear some shuffling and then some soft footsteps.

"Oh.." Idia looks up at you then down at his feet. "Yes..?"

"Can I come in? I need to talk to you."

Idia's heart pounds faster, he knows he's done something but he doesn't know what. He wonders if you opened one of his packages or even worse found one of his social media accounts. He lets you in but lets his mind wander to different things.

You motion for him to sit on the end of his bed and he does, looking at anything but you.

"I found out about that little hobby of yours, Idia. You're an adult and I'm no prude so I'm not upset at you, however, since you're doing this under my roof and likely buying things thanks to the allowance I give you...I think I'm entitled to some benefits."

"My...my money..?" He asks. Idia gets all his money from you, some from his father, and from being a camboy. With the money he gets from you and his father, he isn't really bothered by having to give you the other money. "Okay.."

"You know I don't need money, sweetheart." You chuckle. "I'll put it bluntly, I wanna fuck you."

Idia's face gets redder than before. He wonders if he had an auditory hallucination. "Me..?"

"If you don't want to, that's fine."

Idia finally makes eye contact with you, his lips trembling as he forms the proper words to say. "I want to.."

Your guess was right, he likes you. You move back and point to the floor, Idia immediately gets on his knees and looks up at you.

You pull down your pants and boxers, your semi-soft cock flopping onto his face. A small moan leaves Idia's lips.

You jerk yourself to full length, the sight making Idia ache in anticipation. You're bigger than all the dildos he has and he can't wait to feel you inside him.

You guide your length into his mouth and Idia stays pliant for you, eyes turning half lidded as you slide your cock in and out. "Such a good boy, taking me so well." You push his hair back gently. Even when you hit the back of his throat he doesn't gag, his mouth is perfect.

Idia moans vibrate along your shaft, his hand reaching down in between his legs to relieve some tension. He ruts against his palm erratically, loving the feeling of your thick length in his mouth but also anticipating it's entrance inside him. The more you thrust into his mouth the more he anticipates it.

"Getting desperate, Idia?" You chuckle, pulling out of his mouth and pumping your cock a few times before coming over his face. "You don't mind if I take a picture for myself, do you?" You take your phone out.

Idia shakes his head and looks up at the camera, unintentionally making a cute face for you.

You snap the picture and move him onto the bed, making him lay on his back. "Such a pretty thing.." You move your hand up underneath his shirt, feeling a lace bra. "Oh? Were you about to stream?"

You notice his weirdly put together outfit, a big wrinkly t shirt and some pajamas pants. He clearly put it on when he heard you knock.

Idia shakes his head. "I was just gonna...take pictures.."

"Really? Where's your camera? Can't have me be the reason your fans miss out on some sexy pictures."

"You don't have to.." Idia bites his lip, not wanting to wait any longer. "I...want you to- to fuck me already.." He says, his body language and voice madly sinful yet somewhat innocent.

You press a finger to his lips, resisting his charm. "Not yet, princess. You're going to be patient for Daddy, okay?"

Idia pouts, getting even more aroused. "Okay.." He shakily points to his high quality camera.

You take a few pictures of him with his clothes on, some pictures focusing on his cum drenched face. Then you push his shirt up, showing the baby blue lace bra he has on. They hold his small breasts nicely, squeezing them together perfectly.

You squeeze one of them and snap a picture before moving down to his pants. You help him pull them down and you pause, a grin growing on your face.

He's wearing garters, which are holding up two white stockings.

You squeeze his soft, thick thigh before taking a few more pictures. Idia forgets about his whiny complaints, getting turned on by your focused and lustful expression. He feels like a work of art being observed by an art critic. He's never felt this beautiful before.

He looks at you dreamily as you bring his legs up in the air and point the camera at his clothed pussy. Idia lets out a soft moan when your finger slides up to his t-dick, brushing against the sensitive growth before moving your hand down to push the fabric aside.

You take one final picture of his wet pussy and then one of his whole body before placing the camera down on the side drawer. You wipe up his face so he doesn't have to have cum on his face all night.

"You're so wet, baby." You slide a finger into him with ease, adding another to loosen him up a little. "You've been so patient for me, such a good boy.." You kiss his little dick, licking it a bit before pulling away.

Idia moans, twitching from the contact. "Please...please fuck me.."

"Daddy needs to loosen you up first, 's gonna hurt."

"I don't care...I need your cock, please, Daddy."

You bite your lip, you're painfully hard and Idia's doing an amazing job at seducing you so you sigh and let him win. "Fine, all good boys deserve rewards after all." You climb onto the bed and slot yourself in between his legs.

Idia watches as you push the tip of your cock inside him, stretching his hole out nicely. He bites his lip and hisses as you move further. You pause and look at him in worry. He shakes his head. "Keep going.."

With that reassurance, you do as he says, pushing your length further and further inside him until he's completely filled up. His hand moves down to his lower stomach, pushing down the bump. He'd been masturbating to the thought of this, fantasizing about what it could look and feel like if you ever had sex with him. Idia almost came from seeing the bulge in his stomach.

You smirk, feeling him clench your cock. "See how good I'm filling you up, baby?"

Idia nods with his cheeks flushed. His toys pale in comparison.

You grab hold of his waist and slowly pull out before thrusting hard, making Idia mewl. You set a fast yet comfortable pace for him. "You feel amazing–"

Idia moans, feeling pure bliss from having you take his virginity. Barely comprehensible mumbles of pleasure leave his soft and wet lips, hands making its way up to his chest. He pinches his nipples through the thin lace, feeling more pleasure from the fabric tickling the sensitive buds.

You move one of his hands away, replacing it with your mouth.

Idia rolls his head back, gasping as a sudden sensation of pleasure overwhelms his body. "Da- Daddy~!" He chokes out. "Gonn- gonna co- come~!"

You keep going, your hand fondling his t-dick and instantly bringing him to an orgasm. He arches his back and squirts, walls spasming around your cock.

You pull away from his nipple and kiss the tear that fell from his eye, slowing your thrusts. "That's right...squirt on Daddy's cock." You groan in his ear, nibbling on it.

"No- no- keep...keep going..faster..." Idia weakly rolls his hips. "Want...want Daddy to co- come too-"

"I can't or I'll come inside you, baby, I have to pull out." You kiss him softly, retracting yourself from inside him.

Idia wraps his legs around you, giving you a pleading look. "Come inside." He says with a surprising amount of confidence while he tries to fuck himself on your length. "Wanna feel it inside me...'M on the pill." He takes it to stop his period but he always hoped he could use it for one of its other functions.

You bite your lip and grip his hips hard enough to bruise them, fucking him hard enough to bring you to your orgasm quickly. "You're perfect.." You groan. "Gonna fill your pretty pussy up with my cum, sweetheart."

"Yes~! Oh- please~!" Idia moans, jerking himself off to come with you.

You kiss him sloppily before moving to his neck, nipping away at it as you reach your peak. Idia lets out high pitched moans and comes quickly after you.

You slowly pull out and watch the cum drip out of him. You quickly grab the camera and take a picture, wanting to savor this moment. You give his pussy a harsh but loving smack, you smirk when it squeezes around nothing.

He looks so pretty with his face flushed and his body trembling.

Makes you want to go another round.

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

req: hiii :'3 i just saw that u opened reqs which is so cool1!! and i saw the heavy kink stuff... finally someone who understands me!! do you think you could write a klars fic where kirk keeps biting lars and hearing him whine until kirk takes a bite out of him?? eek ive been wanting a fic like this 4ever!!! byebye thank you!!!

omfg this is hot ESPECIALLY cuz we all know lars whimpers. a lot.

look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that man is a dom. WITHOUT LAUGHING. CAN'T FUCKING DO IT CAN YOU??

also i feel like load!era kirk would be super into biting and hickies and stuff like that so thats the pairing

rtl!lars ulrich x load!kirk hammett

cws: biting, teensy bit of blood, dry humping, lars cums in his pants 🤭, daddy kink, somnophilia, blowjob, boot humping, praise, anal sex, no beta we die like men

The front door creaked open, silhouetting Kirk against the carpet of his apartment. The light from the hallway faded as he stepped into the living rooms, being careful to close the door quietly before flopping down onto the couch. He reached over to the lamp sitting on the table beside him and was startled to see Lars fast asleep in the recliner opposite him. The warm, soft light from the lamp gave Lars a sort of glow, highlighting his hair and skin. Once he had taken off his jacket, he crept over to the recliner and leaned down to pick the young man up before he froze.

"Umf, fuck... yes, yes..." Lars whispered.

Krik grinned to himself, not realizing that Lars was in fact having one of the filthiest dreams of his life. Kirk's arm was hitched right under Lars' knees when Lars moaned out.

"Daddy, yes...right there, please!"

It was at this time Kirk realized just what kind of dream his boyfriend was having. He felt his cheeks flush and his pants get tighter. He picked Lars up and carried him to the couch, trying his best to keep him asleep. Once Lars' head was safely propped up against a cushion, Kirk crawled over Lars, becoming face level with him, before leaning down to nip at his neck, enough so he could feel it, but gentle enough so it wouldn't wake him. Lars whimpered at the contact and leaned slightly into it. Kirk smiled against his skin and continued to mark his skin with indents and bruises. Before long, he was softly rutting against Lars, grinding their hard-ons together through their jeans. Lars only got more vocal, his whispers and whimpers turning into yells, before his eyes snapped open and he bucked his hips up straight into Kirk. The older man's pace was brutal, his cock throbbing and staining the front of his jeans with precum. He was so infatuated with the way Lars' jeans grew tighter and tighter, watching his dick twitch beneath the denim, that he didn't notice Lars awaken. The boy let out a moan, gripping onto Kirk's arm, making him quicken his pace.

"Hey baby," he grunted, focused on his thrusts.

Lars dug his nails into his forearm at the raspiness of his voice.

"Fuck...Daddy please, I need to c-cum."

"My baby gonna cum in his pants like a fucking teenager? Huh?"

"Please... I'll do anything!"

With those words, Kirk stopped, earning a whine from Lars, before standing up and grabbing Lars' forearm, forcing him to his feet, before sitting down on the sofa and signaling for Lars to get on his knees.

"If you wanna cum, you have to earn it. My pretty baby is gonna hump my boot in his jeans while he sucks me off."

Lars groaned, earning him a glare from Kirk. The older man leaned forward, grabbing his lover's throat in an iron grip.

"Watch it. Brats don't get to cum. Besides, you said anything." He gave him a light tap on the cheek before pulling away, relaxing against the back of the sofa, waiting for Lars to make a move.

Kirk set his boot in between Lars' knees. Lars slowly sunk onto his boot, rubbing against it gently, eyes rolling back at the pressure. Once he had gained his composure, his hands crept up Kirk's thighs, teasing his bulge. He unbuttoned his pants before unzipping them with his teeth, making Kirk groan and grasp at his hair. Once his boxers had slid down his shaft, Lars took the head into his mouth, tasting his precum, before taking Kirk by surprise and sinking down half his length.

"Oh, fuck! Pretty boy's gonna fuck with me, huh? I'll fuck with you right back."

He tapped his boot against the ground aggressively, earning a yell from Lars. He kept riding it, desperate for release.

"That's right baby, fuck, take it...." he panted, fucking his throat. Lars's hair had been pulled back into a ponytail while Kirk mouth-fucked him. Lars managed to pull off before moaning,

"Please, please I needa cum so bad, please Daddy, I'll be a good boy!"

"Shit! Cum for me baby, want to see your fucked-out face."

Lars came, and he came hard. His hips stuttered as he groaned, clinging to Kirk's leg like a lifeline. Cum seeped through the denim, landing on Kirk's boot. His eyes rolled back, and his mouth hung open. When he finally came down from his high, he looked Kirk wearily in the eye, and feeling guilty for not making him finish, reached a hand out to jack him off. Kirk clamped down on his wrist before he was even past his thigh.

"Nuh-uh sweetheart, I gotta better job for you."

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Half an hour later, Kirk was sitting on that very same couch with Lars straddling his hips, fucking himself on the older man's cock. Kirk's face was buried in the brunette's neck, biting and licking whatever he could reach. Lars' hands clamped down on his shoulders, nearly drawing blood. He had cum three times so far, oversensitive and exhausted. But Kirk kept him there, refusing to let him leave. His hands never left his hips, except to run up and down his sides or to give him a light smack on the ass.

Lars' soft "uh uh uh"s mixed beautifully with Kirk's growls and praise, filling each other's ears with an odd type of music. As Lars neared his fourth orgasm, Kirk dug deeper into his skin, his canines poking into his neck. Lars' hands found their way into Kirk's hair, keeping him smothered in his neck, begging him to go deeper. They came at the same time as Kirk's teeth finally broke skin, Lars screaming at the intensity of the orgasm, Kirk moaning out at the metallic taste flooding his mouth. Kirk stayed latched to the wound, nearly sucking his lover dry, as Lars cockwarmed him, too tired to lift himself up. Once Kirk found his way out of Lars; neck, the brunette had fallen asleep on his shoulder, arms still wrapped around his neck.

[dsaf-confessions]

CW discussion of suicide

Oh yea, Dave's pure insatiable desire to live. I'm insane about that. No matter what, he's persisted, he's lived through poverty and homelessness and abuse and so much fucking pain and hatred and heartbreak and suicidal ideation is never mentioned in the storyline, and in all honesty, I think he never considered it as an option. His pure disposition has coerced him to stick to life like a cockroach, and truly, there's a question of knowing when to quit with that, taking davetrap into consideration. I think this is something so interesting to reflect on, his vivacity and love for life, pure inability to not stick around, it's truly impressive. But why? God, it's truly difficult to get to the bottom of, is it his entire personality from birth? Was it the environment he grew up in? The pump and grind of the New Yorker streets as a homeless young boy, freshly kicked out of a horrific orphanage, did that need of daily survival recontextualise his entire life? I think that's something to consider, that system of finding food, water, shelter, and simple plesures formed him thoroughly, there's no other option than to work through the grating times as you simply need to get it done. Higher thought about what it's all about wasn't particularly an option, that deadish boredom with life wasn't there to linger on, and I think that it was a mix of Dave's personality firstly pushing him to simply keep going then that pushing working to form him as a person. I don't think he holds contempt for suicidal people as I see in some people with that vivacity for life, the idea of ending it all is simply so unreachable and unviable that if he knew someone he was close to genuinely considered the thought it'd be just frankly terrifying. Terrifying in the way the vacuum of space is, this thing so uncomprehensable and unhuman, yet experienced by someone you love. It'd certainly take some elbow grease to get Dave to realise that someone's suicidal ideation was serious, but when he does, he's just down right scared. I don't think he'd be the best source of comfort, Dave's way of comfort is very centric around him, because at the root of it he's simply expressing his fear of the matter. 'It'll break my heart, don't leave me, don't leave me like Henry did, I'll miss you so much'. I think Dave views the world as a him first situation, he's very selfish, and I think that's fair, I think everyone should be a little selfish. The environment he grew up in reinforced the idea that to stay alive, he had to put his own preservation first, and literally everything else afterwards, even his own comfort and joy. I truly think Dave, not even sane Dave, would truly put Jack first in a life or death situation. I think he'd spend an eternity finding a way to beat the system, and 10 eternities on top of that, and finally decide to put his own survival first. To him, living is truly a blessing, and the only blessing he's ever received. He'll claw and bite to sustain it. Quite literally, as well, im sure in any street squabble he'd poke someone's eyes out and kick them square in the nuts and scratch all their skin off. I really don't think he's ever thought of the gravitas that comes with his insatiable lust for life, that it's not something many people share, that other people might simply wanna blow their brains out instead of being springlocked 100 times and coming back as well as ever. He truly a one of a kind, Davey, I'm sure he'd boil himself in magma 1000 years if it meant to live 10 more.

-the pink anon

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[pinkwright]

ur a star, girl | shuri udaku.

masterlist

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inspo — starboy by the weeknd

warnings — fingering, cunnilingus, possessive!shuri, confident reader, sub!reader, soft dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk, humiliation kink, mean!shuri, tribbing, switch!reader, switch!shuri, alcohol, HARD DRUGS (weed, ecstasy, acid etc.), voyeurism, spitting, grinding, vulgar language, lots of petnames, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, dollification, dismissive kink, love kink, attention kink, choking, ass grabbing, power imbalance, shameless!shuri, kissing, biting, marking, dumbification, service!top reader, cheating (not between shuri n reader, never that), player!shuri, maneater!reader, they both get clingy n touchy, semi-toxicity, mirror sex, shower sex, dacryphilia, verbal kink, size kink, slight objectification n slut-'shaming' (but not rlly shaming bc its said fondly like), riding, praise kink, power kink, breeding kink, um i'll add as i go.

a/n — i'm rlly excited for this to be honest so i hope yall will enjoy it too ! i'll try to be consistent w updates but i am studying architecture so rip, it might not happen but anyway, without further ado ! <3

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @heartsforjojo @motheroffae @naomis-daydream @vampzxi

look what you've done, i'm a motherfuckin' starboy.

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✶ STARBOY — "wanna touch you so bad, s'thandwa, will you let me?"

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in which reader chances going out n is mesmerised by the sheer life the princess of wakanda is radiating, and the reader feels a heated fire within her.

...coming soon ✶ PARTY MONSTER — "bast, baby, you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to fuck you just like this."

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in which birthday girl reader likes to live her nights to the fullest n shuri just likes to lovingly watch her best friend live, until watching just isn't enough anymore.

...07.03.23 ✶ FALSE ALARM — "u ignore the warnings people give you to stay away from me bc you're desperate for me to make this aching cunt mine, right baby?"

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in which no one understands how hardcore party girl reader n nerdy, shy shuri are so close but shuri's just desperate to be closer to the girl that makes her feel ways she shouldn't.

...coming soon

✶ REMINDER — "look at me when you come, baby, so you never forget what my love feels like."

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in which shuri has a bad habit of not letting her ex move on but also struggling to fully commit to something other than her duties.

...coming soon ✶ ROCKIN' — "just needed someone to break you in, hm? carve their name into this pretty pussy?"

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in which shuri sets her eyes on the ‘never settles down’, pretty, 'life of the party' girl and is overwhelmingly eager to break her walls down and see what makes the girl tick.

...coming soon ✶ SECRETS — "that's it, s'thandwa, put on a show for me."

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in which studious reader wants a taste of the high life and shuri's willing to give it to her.

...coming soon ✶ TRUE COLOURS — "no more of this dancing around each other because you would be mine too. do you want that, pretty girl, with me?”

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in which shuri’s infatuation with her long-time friend spills passed the fortified walls she built around heart and reader is happy to drown in it.

...27.03.23 ✶ STARGIRL INTERLUDE — "look how you glow when i'm in you, baby, you're my fucking star."

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in which reader comes back from college with a new aura of confidence n free spiritedness n shuri is battling to calm the growing desire to seriously act on the claim she jokingly made years ago.

...coming soon

✶ SIDEWALKS — "let them hear you struggle for me, s'thandwa."

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in which rapper shuri who’s infamous for her ‘starboy’ persona arrives at her newly owned club with poster ‘stargirl’, y/n, n they shouldn’t work but they do, and they work well.

...coming soon ✶ SIX FEET UNDER — "hm i don't know, your majesty, do you think you deserve to have me?"

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in which uprising singer reader has a big performance at world renowned producer shuri udaku's club for opening night n shuri thinks she would sound better on a beat of hers.

...coming soon ✶ LOVE 2 LAY — "let me make it up to you, my angel."

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in which shuri gets held up with her partying ways n it causes her to neglect an important event of readers.

...coming soon

✶ A LONELY NIGHT — "you want more? you gotta ask for it, pretty baby."

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in which shuri stumbles across a shocking discovery and decides to help the reader explore it.

...coming soon ✶ ATTENTION — "gotta dress my pretty doll up, so you can see how good you look when you're taking it."

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in which shuri likes to dress her pretty girl up n is endeared for the gentle squirm of her embarrassed lover.

...coming soon

✶ ORDINARY LIFE — "moaning like a slut and i haven't even touched on you, baby."

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in which, on a night out, reader finds every chance to press her girlfriend, shuri's buttons bc she has an obsession with her sweet shuri being mean to her.

...coming soon ✶ NOTHING WITHOUT U — "tell me you're mine, and i'll fuck you the way you need, my love."

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in which reader was convinced she was straight n just needed time to fall in love with her boyfriend, but her best friend makes loving a little too easy.

...coming soon

✶ ALL I KNOW — "shh, s'thandwa just wanna feel my pretty girl."

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in which reader is being tutored by player shuri n although their friendship is blossoming well, she can’t help how badly she longs to be one of shuri’s pretty girls; maybe even the only one.

...15.03.23

✶ DIE FOR U — "gets me so fucking wet when you talk like that, s'thandwa."

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in which shuri’s momentary disbelief prompts her wife reader to step up n suddenly shuri’s on the hunt.

...coming soon ✶ I FEEL IT COMING — "just wanna stop you thinking so much, angel, you gonna let me get you there?"

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in which reader's spite towards the idea of her ex possibly moving on blinds her ability to make rational decisions n shuri can’t seem to get enough of her change in attitude.

...coming soon ஜ