#I've noticed that when we do have a rough time now we start craving the things that are good for us and will help in the long run

[thethingything]

I'm absolutely determined to pay attention to all the seasonal changes and embrace them as much as possible this year and to try and romanaticise it. we've tried to do the same for the last couple of years too but I think we're getting better at it over time

[redslug]

Helping Neuroslug help me

Admittedly it took me an embarrassing amount of time to figure out and start using inpainting, but now that I've had a taste of it my head is spinning with possibilities. And so I'm making this post to show the process and maybe encourage more artists to try their hand at generating stuff. It really can can be an amazing teammate when you know how to apply it. For those who didn't see my first post on this, I've trained an AI on my artworks, because base Stable Diffusion doesn't understand what anthropomorphic insects are. That out of the way, here we go:

I noticed that a primarily character focused LoRA often botches backgrounds (probably because few images of the dataset have them) so I went with generating a background separately and roughly blocking out a character over it in Procreate. Since it was a first experiment I got really generous with proper shading and even textures. Unsurprisingly, SD did it's job quite well without much struggle.

Basically masked out separate parts such as fluff, skirt, watering can, etc. and changed the prompt to focus on that specific object to add detail. There were some bloopers too. She's projecting her inner spider.

Of course it ate the hands. Not inpainting those, it's the one thing I'll render correctly faster than the AI does. Some manual touchups to finish it off and voila:

The detail that would have taken me hours is done in 10-20 minutes of iterating through various generations. And nothing significant got lost in translation from the block out, much recommend. But that was easy mode, my rough sketch could be passed off as finished on one of my lazier days, not hard to complete something like that. Lets' try rough rough.

I got way fewer chuckles out of this than I expected, it took only 4-5 iterations for the bot to offer me something close to the sketch.

>:C It ate the belly. I demand the belly back. Scribble it in...

Much better. Can do that with any bit actually, very nice for iterating a character design.

Opal eyes maybe?

Lol

Okay, no, it's kind of unsettling. Back to red ones. Now, let's give her thigh highs because why not?

It should be fancier. Give me a lace trim.

Now we're talking. Since we've started playing dress-up anyway, why not try a dress too. Please don't render my scribble like a trash bag. I know you want to.

Phew

I crave more details.

Cute. Perhaps I'll clean it up later. ... .. . SHRIMP DRESS

[just-wrting]

Fell For You

Title: Fell For You

Pairing: LA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Summary: You know that a certain charming cook gets feelings easily, but when he asks for your help, you can't refuse.

Word Count: 1629

Master List

A/N: I promise I've been working on this stuff, life just isn't cooperating with me. If it's not feeling physically like shit, it's having a rough time mentally or just working at a weird time. I'll make my way through this list eventually just maybe when I do a challenge it'll be after seeing my neurologist.

It’s been a week since you noticed the change. When you first met, you didn't think he had been flirting with you, but now you have the feeling he is. It’s a bit of a surprise really, considering not many men have ever been into you.

It started with small gestures, your favorite foods more often, and frequent snacks. Then it escalated to a pet name and gentle hands on your shoulders during fights. You aren’t opposed to any of these things, it just confuses you.

“Man, it must be nice to get an extra portion,” Luffy whines. “Sanji, can I have more meat?”

“Since there’s more than enough, yes. Just stop asking (Y/N) for their portions.”

You watch Sanji as he piles Luffy’s plate with more food. It’s impressive how much he’s able to put away without getting sick. You wouldn’t mind giving him some of your food, Sanji has just gotten a bit protective.

It’s not completely unwarranted, you’ve never been good at fighting. In fact, you’re so terrible at it that you’re wondering how you ended up as a pirate. Maybe fate had interesting ways of making you miserable. Being with the Strawhats made it easier to deal with.

“I prefer smaller meals anyway, so I don’t mind sharing,” you reassure Luffy. “I’ve gotta save room for the best part of the meal, dessert.”

Sanji hovers around you. You’d rather have him sit down, but he’s stubborn and has yet to actually sit next to you. Whenever you offer, he gets this odd look on his face and mumbles some sort of excuse.

“It’s your lucky day then, mon chou, I’ve made some eclairs.”

He sets the tray in front of you, giving you a soft smile. You’re unsure of what a mon chou is, but you let him call you that. He seems quite happy when you respond to it, so you’ll play along a little longer.

The eclair is firm, with a sweet cream filling. The chocolate is semi-sweet, having a bit of a bitter taste which is nice and makes the pastry not overpoweringly sweet. Not that you would care, dessert is dessert, and Sanji has made some amazing treats. You could get used to this sort of treatment.

—-

Almost everyone else is asleep, but you can’t help yourself. Most of the eclairs were eaten while you savored yours, so you’re craving another. Sanji promised you he’d bring you more later, but he hasn't come yet.

You know he’s awake, when you see the table covered in various desserts. There’s brownies cut neatly into squares and hearts, cookies of all different types, and even mini cakes halfway decorated. It’s an impressive layout, and you can’t wait to dig in.

“I don’t think he’ll mind,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself that your crime will be okay. “He won’t even notice if a few of these are missing.”

“Actually, I keep track of all the food we have on the Merry,” Sanji says from behind you. “Though if it’s you, I don’t mind if some go missing.”

You pull a chair closer to the table and wave him over. “Since you’re the chef, where do I start?”

Sanji is slow to take a seat, and he makes sure to sit a ways away. “As long as you like them all, it doesn’t matter. Do tell me how they taste, as a favor.”

You give him a cheeky grin. “Oh, you’re asking me for favors now? You’ll owe me a favor then.”

He looks away from you, so you dig in. The first dessert is the colorful array of macaroons. They melt on your tongue and the tartness of fresh raspberries pairs well with the sweetness of the cream, and you close your eyes to savor the taste. It’s such a delicate sort of cookie that you can’t help but enjoy.

Sanji’s gaze makes you feel a bit warm, wondering if you got it all over your face somehow. It doesn’t stop you from savoring the treat.

“Give me another one,” you demand, eyes still closed. “I want it to be a surprise.”

There’s a pause. After a moment, you hear a fork against a plate. You feel like maybe you’re teasing him, but you don’t want to open your eyes. You’d like to try to guess what he’s feeding you.

“Open up.” His voice is barely a whisper.

You comply, feeling the rich cake settle on your tongue. As soon as you feel the fork drop it, you close your mouth to savor the cake. This one was certainly made with your favor of sweets in mind, with a sweet chocolate taste almost overwhelming your senses. It’s paired with a cherry filling, and you’re shocked by how perfectly it compliments the chocolate.

“This is amazing,” you mumble out, covering your mouth. “I could get used to this.”

After opening your eyes, you’re glad to see Sanji has moved his chair closer to you. The moon light makes his light blonde hair look pale, and you’re tempted to study how handsome he really is. Once he notices you staring however, he looks away from you.

“Can I ask you for another favor?”

You nod. “As long as I can keep trying these.”

You don’t think he hears you, due to the fact that he’s nervously playing with a towel. It doesn’t bother you. It’s clearly something that he isn’t too sure about, so you’ll wait until he’s ready.

“I’ve been having a hard time figuring out how I feel about someone. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” he explains softly. “Can you help me figure out what it is?”

You toss the last bite of a second macaroon in your mouth. After finishing, you start talking. “Sure. How about you start by closing your eyes.”

After Sanji complies, you scoot closer to him. Waving your hand in front of his face, you’re satisfied that he’s got his eyes tightly closed.

“Think about this person. Just about them during the day to day life. Now tell me what happens. What does your body do?”

Sanji’s face starts to turn red. “Is my face turning red? I get the feeling it is. That and my chest feels tight, my heart is racing, and my stomach feels weird. Not nauseous, but like I can’t eat.”

“I bet your hands are also sweaty, aren’t they?” you ask, and he nods. “Now, can you imagine holding hands with this person? What about kissing them? How about holding them tightly during the night as you sleep?”

Somehow, his face gets more red. “I-” he pauses and swallows hard. “I can.”

“That settles it. I think you have genuine feelings for this person. Perhaps even love them,” you tease.

Suddenly, his eyes shoot open. “I’m sure I left something in the oven.”

As Sanji makes his way to the oven, you pout. While it’s convenient for him to have forgotten something in the oven, you wanted to know who this person is.

Determined to get an answer, you follow him and sit on the counter. You kick your legs back and forth waiting for him to pay attention to you. Thankfully, he sets the next set of cookies on the counter next to you.

“Don’t touch them, they’re hot.”

You ponder his order, still pouting. “Only if you tell me who this person is. Consider it my payment for the favors.”

He sets his hands next to your thighs and leans his head against your shoulder. You can smell his soap due to how close he is and you can feel your heart start to race. Desperate to ignore the feeling, you keep teasing him.

“Is it…” you drawl, “Zoro? Is it because he can wield three swords? That is impressive.”

Sanji lets out a groan. “That green haired oaf? Impossible.”

“Well then, who is it? Come on, Sanji.”

He doesn’t respond and instead continues to rest his head on you. It’s quite cute to see him like this, and you really want to fluster him even more. You’ve got a feeling about who this mystery crush could be, but you want to hear him say it.

“Please. I’ll keep it a secret,” you say in a singsong voice.

Still, the silence drags on. This time, he turns his head to place his nose in the crook of your neck. You have to stifle a giggle since his breath tickles.

“Mon chou, why do you want to know?”

“Maybe I just wanna know about you. Maybe I like the drama. But that doesn’t matter,” you say. “Can I cash in my favor? Right now?”

Sanji nods and mumbles in agreement.

“Then, can you kiss me?”

“Don’t ask such a thing of me, mon chou.”

He pulls his head out of your neck and faces you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look this flustered, and you know you’ve confirmed it. However, there is a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Why can’t I? If you do, then I know who you like. If you don’t, then I’ll keep guessing.”

Sanji hums in thought, his face close to yours. All words die in your throat. Despite how nervous you know he is, his hands are steady as he holds your cheek.

“Because I’m not sure if I can stop myself.”

His lips are soft as he kisses you. It’s more tender than you expected, and you wrap your arms around his neck. He tastes sweet, and you find yourself wanting more.

Despite his claims, Sanji keeps his hands on the counter. That doesn’t stop him from kissing you senselessly. You aren’t sure how long you stay like that, though when he finally stops kissing you, the cookies have cooled.

[colossal-fallout]

Paladin Danse 11 & 9 for fem!Reader please!

Event:

11 - Praise Kink & 9 - Hotel

Warnings ⚠️ Smut. NSFW.

Danse flicks his eyes up to the sky, the orange glow of twilight quietly seeping into the blue was a sure sign it was starting to get late. Sweat beaded on his furrowed brow, knowing where he was and where the nearest hotel was, he was not impressed in the slightest.

Elder Maxson has ordered the two of you to clear out the super mutants that had claimed their home upon a major supply line running between Diamond City and ...Goodneighbour. Cringing at the thought, he glanced his deep eyes in your direction as you finished off the last abomination with ease. He mulled over ideas in his head, but no, the safest option would be to head into that town that reeks of garbage and is full of ghouls.

"Well done." His head nods with approval as you strut towards him casually, your beautiful form being tightly hugged by your Brotherhood uniform. "Its getting late. We should turn in, to the nearest settlement."

"Right." You nod in agreement, slightly out of breath from your killing spree. You begin taking in your surroundings. "Hotel Rexford it is."

*

You notice Dance is stiff lipped the entire time, from when you see the flashing neon sign to checking into the ancient hotel. You know he tries. Tries his damned hardest. But he's had years of conditioning, he's conditioned to hate any and all ghouls. Any synthetic human and anything deemed "unclean". Its going to take time, education and patience to get him to accept, not only those different from yourselves, but your friends too. Nick. Hancock. Heck, even Strong has been growing on you recently.

You place your weapons down on top of the clothes chest once you reach the room, the sound of Danse clanking behind you, stopping as he closes the door, the hydronic hiss of his power armour opening up to give him freedom from his metal body.

You don't even have time to turn around when you feel his hands snake around your waist and up to your breasts, his deep panting hot in your ear.

"I've been waiting for this all day..." He mumbles into your neck as his lips close in, his tongue tasting your flesh.

Your body instantly heats up.

When you first started being romantic with the paladin, he was like a lost little boy. He had no idea how to act or what to do.

But now?

Now?

Now, he's had a taste. It fuelled an appetite. A deep, primal hunger where it was impossible to keep his hands off you. Danse is a greedy man when it comes to your body. He loves you for many reasons but sexually, nothing turns him on more than knowing how perfect you are. You're untainted from radiation, being from the pre war era; you are the epitome of clean.

His fingers now pull down at the zip of your suit, his panting getting more heavy from each slow tearing sound.

You head almost spins as all your blood rushes quickly down to your sex, his solid barrel chest pressing against your back.

Back on the Prydwen, it was near impossible for the two of you to be intimate. It was always too busy. People in and out, needing your Paladin for certain tasks, permissions and paperwork. The Brotherhood never sleeps; there's always shift rotations to ensure there are plenty of tasks to be completed.

So you bet your bottom cap that when you were both deployed on a mission, you were both elated to spend some time alone, even if it meant waiting until the mission was done.

With a groan of impatience, Danse brings his left arm up over your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you, as his teeth grip his glove, pulling his skin free of any barrier between your now open suit and his hungry palms.

"You smell so good..." His moan into your neck rumbles you, his bare hand now in your suit and down your shirt, your breast being groped and rolled in his paw. You feel his monstrous hard cock pressing against your lower back, his hips rocking gently as he craves your friction. Danse's calloused fingers feel delightfully rough as he pulls on your nipple, his free hand now pulling down your suit, past your shoulders and to your waist. The same hand grabs your waist firmly, pulling you harder against his solid frame.

You're melting like butter at his affections, folding and collapsing into a haze of lust.

Danse isn't just lustful when he fucks you. He's so loving. He loves you, so much.

Your name escapes his lips in a fogged breath, your form trapped between the clothes chest and himself.

"D-Danse..." you stammer in reply, all control of yourself thrown out of the window.

"Gorgeous." He whispers as he spins you around. "So gorgeous..."

His lips press against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, invading, prodding and tasting. His brows are arched and desperate, his stubble rubbing against your mouth as he kisses you deeply.

Your suit falls from your waist to your ankles, and he doesn't waste any time picking you up out of your crumpled clothing on the floor, and sitting you upon the other chest.

He's starving for you, his kisses getting more urgent and his beautiful dark eyes becoming glazed with lust. His cock throbs painfully within his suit as your fingers run through his thick, obsidian hair.

"You're perfect... and you're all mine." He whispers with the same amount of authority he does with his soldiers.

Your back arches and you cry out loud when he suddenly moves his mouth down to your wet slit, his warm, textured tongue licking its length.

Your thighs lock him into place and your fingers grasp at his hair as his tongue relentlessly flicks over your clit, your hips rocking into him.

He hums into you, the vibration of his deep vocal chords only increasing the immense pleasure that's washing over you in waves.

His rough facial hair feels divine in contrast to the target of pleasure he's hitting with his tongue, over and over again.

"You're so good at that..." you hiss, legs trembling.

His eyes flick up and lock onto yours as he works you. You were the one who taught him, after all.

"Oh Danse..." you breathe, the sight of his chocolate eyes from between your legs only helping your building pleasure build up to that sweet snap.

He can't take much more.

He continues lapping you like a starved puppy and begins to unzip his orange jumpsuit, his muscular chest, broad shoulders and strong back coming into your view.

"D-danse... I... ah... oh..."

He smirks into you as your orgasm springs into life, your body tumbling down the rabbit hole of ecstacy and sin. It's been a good few weeks since your last, and this one was making up for lost time as your vision fades and eyes roll, exploding and yet imploding simultaneously.

"You deserve everything..." He pants gently as you slowly come back to life. His own lust has now totally taken over, revealing his bare kinks. His pupils are dilated as he gets to his feet, grabbing the base of his cock and pushing the head of it just in and put of your spasming, warm entrance.

"G-god..." He stammers at the feeling of you.

His free hand runs through your hair before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. At the same time, he pushes his full length into you, both groaning into the others mouth.

He begins to roll his hips in a slow, yet firm rhythm, gazing into your eyes behind his heavy lids. You're both so far gone, you don't even notice the clothes chest banging off the wall.

You see his bare back and ass in the broken mirror that was upon the opposite wall, your senses being overloaded with stimulation. The muscles moving under his skin with every thrust.

"You're my queen" He whispers into your ear, in-between nibbles of it. "Let me pleasure you. Let me fuck you, whenever you need it."

This was the only time he really cursed. And it was so hot.

You can only gasp in return, the relentless pushings of his dick taking away most of your cognitive abilities.

"My dick is yours to use, to sit on, whenever you'd like." He offers with a smirk, his lust taking him to a different level of his personality. One that was buried deep in his primal DNA.

"So, perfect. You're perfect, y/n..."

He suddenly picks you up, his cock still pulsing within your insides as he places you on the bed and crawls over you, your knees being pushed up to your head as he slides in even deeper.

"Look at those beautiful breasts bounce with my thrusts..." He pants, totally enamoured by you. "You're so soft, so precious, yet so strong... I... ahh..." His pace picks up as well as the strength of his movements. "So clean... so pure... Good girl. You feel so good for me. You milk my dick so good."

His lips find yours, his groans increasing in pitch and frequency.

"Use me at your will." He begs, his grip on your skin tightening. "Ride me whenever you want... I'm at your service. You deserve to be relieved URGH... whenever you need it... my beautiful, gorgeous... fuck, I'm going to cum."

His words cut short as his release is near, his hand grabbing your face.

"Look at me. Look into my eyes. Cum for me."

You were already so close but that pushed you.

"Good girl. That's my girl. Shhhhit."

You both cum, hard.

His grunts are melodic as he keeps pushing his thick cum as far as he can inside of you.

He peppers you with kisses, desperate and Still amazed sex can feel this good. He's so glad you introduced him to it, and he's even more happy to have you be the one he fucks.

[the-mortifying-ordeal-of]

Yesterday was the first day I wanted to lie to my tracker app. It was a plasma day and I was doing so good, but then I went to a Halloween party and could. not. stop. I had a plan and had made promises to myself, had even pre-plugged in the treats I was gonna allow myself, but once I started I couldn't stop. A cupcake became three, plus three cookies, plus the chips, plus the mac and cheese that I didn't even like. I did avoid the booze, clung to my water bottle like a life raft, and only took a few sips of the cider when balancing out the recipe, but I felt bloated and heavy and out of control and I kept experiencing waves of anxiety long after we left, remembering the spread on the table like a scene from a horror movie. We got home and I still felt hungry, knew it was that feeling that isn't actually hunger, but is the ache of fullness that my body associates with a binge and tells me to consume more until it hurts. Because the fullness feels like numbness and my body only knows how to recognize the sharp pains, not the dull ones. I put my ass to bed but I was so horrified by how much I wanted, how much I needed, how much I craved. I wanted to steal food, hoard it for later, binge by myself. I eyed up the beers in the fridge and wanted to take some home with me (knowing how deeply our lives are intertwined, I undertake the practice to only take what is offered to me). I wanted everyone to look away so I could eat standing over the food, like it doesn't count if I'm not sitting or using a plate. I hated it. It was too much.

Now this morning I'm clinging to the life raft of my empty stomach, listening to it growl and feeling the first glimmers of hunger, and I'm conflicted: I want to get on an elliptical and burn myself out but it's daytime and I don't want any witnesses. I want to ⭐ today, especially since I have another party tonight and I know I can't trust myself now, plus it'll be smaller with just my besties and they'll definitely notice if I abstain. I know I should have a normal, healthy meal to prevent more binging but I did that yesterday and it didn't fucking work. I want to burn all this off, burn through this weakness and angst, feel pure and clean and bright and in control again. My stomach was visibly rounded this morning but MUC spent the night so I couldn't soothe with my pushups or tricep dips or calf raises. Maybe I'll put on a workout video here in my apartment - I have a few no-jump videos in my Watch Later, so maybe I can sweat without disturbing my downstairs neighbor. I was planning to work today but MUC just left and I only have a few hours before I pick her up again for the next party. I just wanna sweat and burn and shower and disappear. Maybe I'll also read to soothe myself, but I just... I need a reset.

On the bright side, I didn't spend money, I didn't drink, I didn't have sex with MUC and I deflected her request for a kiss before bed, and my kitchen is filled with healthy food for when I do get back into it. My body is capable of exercise and I do have some free time. Plasma has also been going really well and my anxiety is now about a 3/10 instead of like, an 8 - I've got a decent system and I can feel my phobia dissolving and becoming more of a discomfort. I am capable of so much growth, discipline, agency, goodness. I've been better about only taking what is offered and keeping my speech true and generous. I'm not perfect but my gains are substantial.

Also! I'm gonna start tracking my dips and pushups maxes, because I've already noticed my calf raise counts are higher/easier before I fatigue and I think slowly increasing by like, one a day will be really satisfying. Oh and and! I did my final count and I walked 62 miles in October!!

I had one rough night and even then it wasn't a disaster (2300?), and I learned a lot about my limits and triggers and growth points so ok, we're ok, I can do this. I'm doing this.

[hihighimdad]

August 9, 2023

Hi. My name is _____. I'm not telling you my real name. Not here. Here is where I let my thoughts, emotions, paranoia, and whatever else goes on in my head roam free. And I have a lot of those dying to come out.

This is a new adventure for me but not an unfamiliar one. I've been down this blog path before, but it was nearly 15 years ago which means I was 15 years dumber at the time. Is there really a difference between 15 years ago and now, though? Absolutely not. I'm still an idiot and will always be one, and this will all be obviously apparent if someone, somewhere out there, has the unfortunate luck of stumbling upon this. I feel sorry for you.

Current mood: drained, dark, heavy. Also a bit confused.

Lately I've noticed a significant dip in my mental health. I do have a list of possible causes, but to be honest it can be a combination of some, all, or even none of them. I'm not entirely sure anymore but I'll go ahead and list them anyway:

My job. How very surprising. I work in Human Resources (yes, that's the culprit right there, officer), where everyone hates you all the time unless they fucked around too much and found out, and now they're in big trouble. That's when they start trying to be your friend, telling you how much of a "rockstar" you are and they "appreciate you so, so much!" Fuck. Off. They also don't pay attention to Harassment Prevention Training (or, sometimes, don't even attend the training or respond to your emails), but will be the first ones to get offended by something trivial and stupid. I hope you all sue the fuck out of each other.

My mother-in-law. Let me first start by saying that I actually get along with her, but lately it's been rough. She has a lot of flaws herself, as we all do, but her main flaw is being a narcissist. "A textbook narcissist," as my husband will say. Of course, he'll never say that to her face and we never will. She wouldn't even believe it if we did, so it will always be a lost cause. Last night, she just told me I needed to write down, on a piece of paper, what I want to manifest. Then I needed to burn that piece of paper outside, and the ashes will fly into a portal where all of my manifested dreams will come true. She told me I needed to do this so that I can have a baby... that's actually a perfect segue into the next possible cause:

Infertility. I've learned a lot about this struggle over the past 3 years and I want to apologize to every single person I've said "OMG are you pregnant?!" or "when are you two having a baby?" or "don't worry, your time will come" to. I am so sorry I assumed this was easy. I'm so sorry I was naïve and insensitive. Now, I loathe those comments, but it's also difficult to make them understand why I feel the way I do because they never will unless they experience it themselves. The best days are the days when you think you could be pregnant. Call it hope, delusion, or a last chance to be positive, but when you lose yourself in this world, you can also lose your rationality. Sort the signs: PMS or early pregnancy? Can discharge signal pregnancy? Implantation bleeding vs. period. Pregnancy signs with irregular periods. We've got to add what others have experienced, too. You got your common nausea/vomiting symptoms. Others say they knew they were pregnant because they started craving certain foods out of nowhere. There's also fatigue, maybe. You know, symptoms of pregnancy that can also be associated with signs of stress? Symptoms that are so easily susceptible to the placebo effect? These are the best days, and I say that very delicately because they're actually not the best days. They're not even good days. It's an imaginary light at the end of the tunnel; it's not real. A mirage. Also I'm sure I don't have to explain what the worst days are.

My never-ending battle with weight. Ok, I know this one I can change, but goddamn is it so fucking difficult to. How many years has it been now, since I wanted to lose weight? Almost 20 years? I remember I was still in high school. What makes me sad is that back then, I could've just lost 20 pounds and called it a day. I would've been at my goal weight. 5 years later, I could've lost 30 pounds to reach my goal weight. Or 35 pounds. Or 40. Today, the most I've lost during this attempt is 38 pounds, and I wasn't even halfway. I desperately need something, something that lets me disassociate from food or makes me hate it. I don't want to want food anymore.

I'm sure I have a lot more possible causes I can list, but I need to stop it here for today. I still have to get some work done. My laptop is lagging. I'm tired. I'm interested in how long I can do this for before I abandon it like any other personal project I've started. I also want to see a psychologist or psychiatrist or whoever can diagnose me. I'm convinced that depression and anxiety are not the only things going on in my head.

[lulutheone]

MY THOUGHTS ON LI’s (and people of interest)

There are some adult thingies here. Read with caution. Since it's DoL, most of this is pretty f-ed up.

It's long so prepare yourself

ROBIN the orphan

• Pretty vanilla

• OMG, I didn’t know Robin could be traumatized if you don't take his bill on yourself. I was literally speechless.

• He is the only normal human being in the game. And I kinda like it. (I hate I have to take his bill tho)

• Do he know how many times I've been sold to because of him?

• Stop playing video games and get a job for my sake! PLEASE

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WHITNEY the bully

• Asshole

• HATED them at first but now kinda little attached because they notices I'm gone. (IsthiscountsasStockholmsyndrome?)

• Why do you have to share me with other people tho?

• Dude you have a dick. Stop using a strap-on on me.

• They LOVE the red one.

• Backstabber

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EDEN the hunter

• Did they just BOUGHT themselves a wife?

• Still waiting for them to clean their house themselves.

• I imagine them as a buff guy with a big beard and mustache. I can't change it forever now. (wish I imagined them as a hot anime boy)

• I visit them whenever my trauma’s too high.

• I love they just searches for me everywhere and lets me go because I need an education.

• Big horny softie and I love it.

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KYLAR the loner

• Please kidnap and keep me!

• Next time, kidnap me without a cake and a pastor

• Where were you when I was being non-cond my 3 guys in school?

• Have you seen their Halloween event? They try a love potion on me? PLEASE I LOVE THESE STUFFS

• Never thought I'd be so attached to small yandere boi

• YES! I would love to marry you in the forest

• Will you tie me up and use me? Over and over? While telling how you worship me?🫣

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AVERY the businessman

• Sugar daddy

• Pretty boring

• Why can't you take me away to your home so I won't have to pay the double bill?

• I'm craving new interactions with them

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BLACK WOLF the alpha

• I don't like he doesn't let me pet him

• Even though he KIDNAPPED me

• I bet he's fluffy

• Please stop sharing me with everyone on your pack

• Want new interactions

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GREAT HAWK the terror

• You bought me shiny stuff?

• I’M SO SORRU BABY I DIDN’T MEAN TO SCOLD YOU DON’T BE UPSEEEET

• Please fly with me more

• Pretty soft fluffy boi I love

• Why don't you hint with me more?

• I think I'm starting to harass developers for new interactions at this point

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ALEX the farmhand

• PICK A SIDE

• Calls me a pervert for peaking but it's okay when they does it himself?

• Pushy guy. I kinda like it

• Can we kill Remy and blame it on our pigs?

• How are they smart enough to make an aphrodisiac?

• Their dad ships us. Hehe, his shipping his son with a whore.

• Be rough with me on normal occasions

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SYDNEY the faithful

• My second favourite

• They said they will tie me up. I'm still waiting

• KINKY

• I'm sorry I can't defile the sacred room with you. I'm afraid of temple judgment.

• I could never keep them pure. It's in my soul I'm not sorry

• Use your shop's toy on me all you want. I'm begging!

• Will they lecture me if I say I want both their wrath and lust?

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BAILEY the caretaker

• Fuck off

• You guys develop feelings for them?

• I don't know why he works as a caretaker even though he hates freeloaders.

• Can't you just send the kids to proper jobs? I know you know many people

CHARLEY the dance coach

• Thanks for protecting I guess

• Never met him again after I got pro at dancing

DARYLL the club owner

• Sub

• Never got new interaction other than protecting them from molesters

HARPER the doctor

• Second most fucked up dude in the game

• I know you like me because of your exclusive interactions

• Did they really have to beat up? When they could punish me with something else?

• I hate asylum it's so boring

• How could you make me sleep with a DOG

REMY the farmer

• The most fucked up dude in the game

• Who the fuck think it's a good idea to crossbreed a cow with a PIG

• Thanks for the apple

• Now your horse will kick your ass when I tell them to.

• NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN YOU SICK FUCK!

• Oh fuck I got kidnapped again.

IVORY WRAITH phantom

• I loved you at first few interactions

• Why must you show me the same thing every time

• Don't you know your necklace is long gone? And you're dead?

• Use more tentacles on me

• Why did you manipulate me by turning into Kylar? Do it again.

I don't interact with other people. And yes, I don't like being raped by a dog or a pig. And yes, I'm down bad for dark contents (but not too dark)

[papergirllife]

Lee Jeno

What happens when you interrupt Jeno when he's gaming?

Warnings : thigh riding, daddy kink (mentioned briefly), begging.

word count : 1k

*requests are open for drabbles.

Your eyes gloss over to Jeno as he concentrates on the game he's playing on his phone, something called kart racer, a rather tame game as compared to the ones on his desktop, but still he has the same amount of concentration onto it, eyebrows furrowed as his thumbs move up and down his screen, you can't believe his phone is getting more action than you, the movements reminding you of all the times Jeno's thumb would swipe up and down your clit whenever he's eating you out, but that fantasy of yours is definitely out of the picture, not when he's trying to earn enough points before midnight to win a dumb skin for his character.

You're not usually as worked up, but the fact that his hair is blonde now is so very tempting, Jeno rarely bleaches his hair to this degree, and you always told him although you love those photos of him in we young era, you’d never thought he’d do it for you for your liking, in conjunction with the up coming comeback of course, and it's affecting you more than you thought it would’ve.

You might get to where you want him to be if you play your cards right, and that means you have to play the role of his docile little girl, Jeno is a sucker for your begging.

You've never done this before, but seen it plenty of times on porn, so how hard could it be? You slowly crawled to his side of the bed, situating yourself on top of  his bare left leg that was left dangling from the bed.

“Jeno?” you called for him in that honey tone of yours, one that you always use whenever you have an ulterior motive.

“Yeah, babe?” Jeno asks, his eyes still trained on his screen.

“I miss you,” you said as you toyed with the strings of his shorts, looping them around your fingers.

“Lean on me, I'll finish up a few more rounds,” Jeno said, thinking that you were just in it for the cuddles, oblivious to what you're craving for.

“I miss your touch, Jeno, let me show you,” you said before pulling your shorts aside to place your bare soaking wet pussy on top of his legs, juices immediately flowing more as you felt the heat and the smoothness of his thighs.

Jeno’s eyes immediately dart to yours for a second before reverting back to his screen.

“Strip, and help yourself, if you don’t finish before I win these two rounds then you're not cumming tonight,” Jeno said in his gruff voice.

You hopped off his thigh in glee to pull off your shorts, the feeling of your arousal dragging down your legs, Jeno's going to notice the mess on his sheets tomorrow, and would probably be rough with you tomorrow morning, it's been quite a long time since you had a good spanking.

You hopped back onto Jeno’s thighs, immediately going at a fast pace, letting your clit rub against the skin of his thigh, your arousal serving as lubricant to assist you in riding his thigh.

But even as you put in all your effort and strength into moving back and forth, you just can't cum like this, not even if you mix your fingers into the play, all this while Jeno had never left you helpless like this, even all the videos you’ve watched of thigh riding, the guy would always move his thighs. Every time you feel like you’re nearing your edge, it slowly fades away from the lack of stimulation.

“Jeno, I need your help, please,” you pleaded as you traced your hand close to the print of his dick, large even under the thick material of his shorts.

“I told you to help yourself, I told you from the start to that I have to get this done, and you just had to be an impatient brat,” Jeno said, slightly annoyed at the fact that he was close to finishing his game but still he hasn’t felt your cum dripping onto his thigh.

“Please Jeno, I've never done this before,” you begged, your desperation to cum clouding your decision of being his good girl.

You begged and begged again, but still Jeno ignored you.

“Please, daddy, I just want to cum for you,” you said as your last straw, saying his favourite name in bed. Either Jeno’s going to help you now and fuck you mindlessly later, or he's not going to let you cum all night.

Jeno’s eyes snap to yours before darting back to his screen, a groan in sounding in his throat, but immediately flexing his thigh for you, sending a jolt of pleasure to your sensitive nub.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said before relishing yourself into this new found pleasure Jeno gave you, your hands sliding up your shirt to play with your nipples as you bounced on top of Jeno’s thighs, courtesy of Jeno’s help.

After a few minutes, you felt your impending orgasm, you let your moans let loose and a few whimpers of Jeno’s name in between before you felt a stroke of pleasure through your body, the pleasure starting from the tip of your toes to your core, before you knew it, you were cumming, your hands holding onto Jeno’s upper thighs, dangerously close to his dick, digging crescents into his flesh, but Jeno didn't mind, not when he sees the feeling of euphoria on your face and the melody of his name falling from your lips, feeding his already large ego, the juices on his thighs stroking it furthermore.

When you rode out your orgasm, you felt your body go limp, letting Jeno catch you, which was surprising, since he was always so serious about his games.

“Y-you’re done?” you asked, not knowing if you clinging onto him now would affect the result of his matches.

“Yeah, but I’m definitely not done with you, baby, there’s so much I want to do to you tonight,” Jeno said tauntingly with a sly look in his eyes before reaching two fingers out to swipe at his thigh before sucking onto them, tasting you.

“How sweet, I think my baby, deserves a treat, doesn’t she?”

[nsfwshiggy]

heaven

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paring: shigaraki x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, virgin reader, public sex, noncon/dubcon, rough, exhibitionism, creampie

word count: 1.8k

author's note: yay i'm finally writing again. i've been imagining this for a few weeks now so i decided to write about it. if you are religious maybe don't read it? idk please enjoy lol kinda nervous to see if anyone will actually enjoy this one D:

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you had thought about this many times before. if you were going to lose your virginity it would be done the way you wanted. you had no reason why you put it off for so long other than you just didn't care. it wasn't a big deal to lose it way into your twenties. no one was good enough to take it.

you had used toys since you were in high school so at least it wasn't going to hurt the first time and you knew what you were in for. you weren't going to be a log just laying there while some man pushed in and out of you.

there were many guys that you were interested in but they always seemed to fall through, you eventually just gave up. now you didn't care who it was as long as they were clean.

you were talking to this one guy, shigaraki, for awhile now and during the talking period you had mentioned that you wanted to find someone to take your virginity. like all men you said this to, he was interested but you had to see if it would actually happen. you continued to talk to him about it and how you wanted it done.

in the parking lot of a church while they were in service

since you were young, a religion was forced onto you and you were took to church every sunday and sometimes wednesday. you hated everything about it. you hated how some people would forced their religion on other people and hated the different views they had against people who were different.

you were never interested in any of it and you had always heard that you had to save yourself until marriage. shigaraki didn't care about your terms and conditions, all he cared about was getting to be the first time for someone.

you had told him before that you didn't care how rough he was or if he used a condom. you had been on birth control for awhile now and you had somehow developed a breeding kink but you hadn't told him about that part. you two were to meet sunday morning when the sunday services were being let out, when it was nice and bright outside.

you couldn't lie you were nervous not to mention that this was a crime. apart from being nervous you were beyond excited at the same time. it was finally going to happy the way you wanted it done. you were in control.

~

while pulling up to the parking lot you could see how packed it was, it made your stomach flip. they would be getting out soon so you need to hurry and find a spot and then get to shigaraki's car. you made it easier for the both of you and wore something that would be easy to work with. just a simple flowy dress that he could easily push up.

you had been walking for a little bit trying to find his car until you found it and it was right in front of the doors where they would be walking out. "nice parking spot" you told him while getting in the car. you heard him laugh while you look down at your phone to check the time.

he was definitely way hotter in person than any of his pictures so that was a plus. "we don't have much time before they get dismissed so we should probably hurry" you tell him while going over the seat to get into the back, pretty spacious and it would work just fine.

you didn't know what to do to him to get him ready so for a few seconds you just looked at him when he finally got in the back. fuck what now? you could feel the heat in your face rising and your cheeks became hot when you noticed how he was staring at you.

he slowly moved towards you until your lips finally touched. you had done this before with just about anyone who wanted to so you were okay with this. you moved one hand onto the back of his neck and the other hand slowly found it's way towards his thigh. like it had a mind of its own, it moved closer and closer towards the place you wanted the most.

while taking a few moments to breathe in-between the kissing his pants become unbuttoned and were now half way down his thighs. it was just enough for what you both were going to do. your hand was now tugging at his boxers to release his now semi-hard dick. "you can get hard just from kissing? you are pretty easy" you laugh at him. you loved poking fun at guys by how easily they could get hard.

"well let's see how wet you got just from kissing, shall we?" he says with raised eyebrows. he lifted up your dress to your waist and could now see your panties. "do you think it would have been easier to wear none?" he asks while pulling them down. his fingers trailed up your leg from your ankle until they reached the spot where he would soon enter.

he let out a small laugh once he felt the wetness that was coming from you, "for a virgin you can get wet pretty fast" he says while moving his finger up and down your slit. you let out a gasp from the unfamiliar sensation, it was always you touching yourself so it felt different when it was someone else. you hadn't used any of your toys for awhile so you had become sensitive to any kind of touching.

"please…" you manage to moan out gripping his thigh once he slipped a finger inside of you. his fingers were long and slender so they went deeper than yours, it felt so good to have something inside of you again. "please what?" he asks, "what does the little virgin want me to do to her?"

hearing him say that made you clinch around the now two fingers that were inside of you. you had always talked dirty while texting but since it was in person, it made your whole body tingle. "please fuck me" you tell him while trying to move on his fingers for more friction.

he smiled at you while you did this, "you looked so desperate right now" he tells you while sliding his fingers out of you leaving you with an empty feeling. he turned you over so now you were facing the window, "you want people to see you get fucked, don't you?" he questioned you with a slap on your right cheek.

you were on your hands and knees with your ass in the air. you looked back at him, he had the fingers that were just inside you inside his mouth licking your wetness off. you were shaking with how eager you were, you just wanted him to fuck you already but he was going too slow.

you were running out of time so you decided to sit back on him with your ass on his exposed dick, "please hurrrry" you say dragging out your words while slowly moving your bottom against him. he grabbed your waist and pushed you down against him to grind even harder against his swollen dick.

he pushed you up again into the position you were in before, "are you ready?" he asks while sitting up so now the tip of his dick was touching your wet slit. you nod your head quickly because you could now see people starting to walk out of the building.

he grabs onto your waist once again before slowly sliding into you. your mouth falls open at him stretching you open, something that you hadn't felt for a long time so there was some stinging like how it was when you first used your dildo. because you told him before that he could be as rough as he wanted, he didn't give you any time to adjust.

he pushed in and out of you quickly making sure to reach deep inside of you each time. the sensation was something you had never felt before but you craved for it more and more. you had ringing in your ears and were unable to answer to anything he said. the only thing coming out of you were noises you had made by yourself when everybody was asleep.

you put your arms against the window and pushed further back onto him, "d-deeper" you manage to say to him. every time you would push back on him he would meet you by slamming into you making him go even further into you, he was now pressing against your womb with each thrust.

you looked out the window to see even more people exiting and walking towards the car. you knew people could see you by the looks on their faces as they walked closer. a smile was growing across your face when you see their hands flying up to cover their mouths.

"aw looks like they aren't enjoying the show" shigaraki says from behind you slapping your ass again making you moan louder. you were getting closer and closer to the edge and seeing all the people watching you was only helping get there faster.

"shi-shigaraki, i'm going to…" you try to finish your sentence but before you could you feel him cumming against your womb. it was so warm and a weird feeling having something so warm deep inside of you. the feeling of his cum deep inside you and all of the people watching you, was the final push you needed.

shigaraki was reaching in front of you rubbing your clit as your stomach was tightening around his cock, you missed this feeling. it was pure bliss. your eyes rolled back. it was nothing like how it was when it was just you. you didn't know why you put this off for so long. shigaraki continued to push into you while you rode out your high before pulling out.

you could feel his cum running down your leg and pooling onto the seat under you. your legs were on fire so you just fell against the door watching all the people watch you. you had a smile on your face. it had finally been done. the way you wanted it done.

©️nsfwshiggy

[yandere-daze]

yandere!koga hcs if you haven’t done them already? … i think he’d beat someone’s ass if they were lookin’ at his s/o the wrong way. (。-∀-)

Ah no I haven't written anything for Koga yet! Doing this now in honor of him getting a 5 star card! How are we feeling, Undead nation?

I haven't read that Man stories with him yet so sorry if something might be ooc!!

tw yandere, possessiveness, violence

General Yandere! Koga headcanons

I think Koga would be a possessive and protective yandere. Even though he likes to show a rough exterior to anyone that approaches him, he's very soft for you underneath

He likes to act a bit tsun with you, scoffing when you approach him to hide how down bad he is for you, but then blushing when you so much as hold his hand

He does secretly love any kind of affection you give him, he craves all of it and is noticeably irritated when he is depraved of it. When he's in that kind of bad mood he will lash out at anyone that approaches him

As I've said, he's also very possessive of you. When you two are in public he will always "casually" wrap an arm around you to signal to anyone that approaches you that you're already taken and that they should better not try anything funny with you

I think he does tend to get jealous a bit, especially when you talk to others for extended periods of time. He would noticeably start acting aggressive to whoever it is you are talking to, throwing them nasty glares as a way to tell them to scram off before he does something he regrets

If that person happens to be really persistent and you look uncomfortable in any way , Koga will ultimately have to resort to violence, not shrinking back from throwing punch after punch, beating that poor person into an unrecognizable pulp. He wouldn't do this when you are around tho, he doesn't want you to see something so unsightly and brutal

He just wants to protect you and keep you with him, these people trying to steal you away were getting in the way of your love so naturally he had to get rid of them somehow

I don't think Koga would ever resort to actually killing someone, it's just not in him, even if he is completely enraged. The absolute most he would do is injure someone so badly that they will need to stay at a hospital for several weeks because of their bruised body and broken bones

He hopes it serves as a lesson for them to finally stay away from you, he would gladly beat them up again if they were stupid enough to approach you again

By the way, you wouldn't have anything to fear with Koga in the violence department, he would never raise a hand at you or blame you that these people were talking to you, he's not that kind of yandere

He does really care for you and love you and would never dream of hurting you, it's everyone else that should consider themselves in danger

If the person you're with happens to be someone he likes or trusts, Koga would be a bit more lenient. He still very much doesn't like anyone acting too friendly with you and will keep complaining the entire time, but be would let them off with a dark glare or a threat to not approach you again

Even though he is possessive, I don't think he's someone that would kidnap or lock you up, he's pretty empathetic under his hard shell and he knows that you would be upset and angry at him. He hates seeing you sad so he instead just hangs around you 24/7. I guess you can consider yourself lucky with Koga in comparison to other yanderes

[baecvlt]

Hello hello! I looove your work! I was wondering if I could requests Kazuichi taking his best friend(or lover! Just thought friend would make it more interesting) on a late night car ride to test some adjustments he made to it, could end up with some steamy car sex? Hopefully this made sense! I've been craving this kind of fic

Car Sex: Kazuichi Soda x Reader

a/n: It’d be an honor to write this. Hope you enjoy! ALso VERY WELL ESTABLISHED FRIENDSHIP HERE + projecting my interests onto reader because I get selfish AND I feel like Kaz listens to rock/alt/indie music. K byeee. ALSO READER IS FEM, pls specify next time

It was a Friday night, you were out for dinner with your best friend, Kazuichi Soda. You were glad to finally get out the house. It got lonely, plus you got to catch up with him and see him personally. He offered to pay for your meal, you allowed it since this time you were tight on money. As he paid, you notice he was excited about something.

“I know this is so last minute,” he began,“But I was wondering if you’d come back to the shop with me”

You nodded, but remained curious. “Of course, I’ll go, but why?”. He leaned toward you and he was excited. His leg was shaking and hands slightly shaking. “I’m finally finished with my car!,” he cheered,“I want you to be the very first to join me for a test drive!”. You smiled. Kazuichi had been working on this car since high school. He almost gave up on it too, so you were happy he never gave up on it. “Of course I’ll go!,” you told him, just as cheerful as he was. You both has walked to the restaurant, now walked back to the shop.

His family was there, closing the shop up. You obviously greeted them. He walked right past them and to the garage. A sheet was on top of the car. Once you were in the room, he walked towards it. He grabbed the sheet, doing a small countdown. “3..2..1-”. He yanked the sheets off, revealing a new and improved car. “So, what do ya think?”. You were excited with him now. “Jesus, the paint job on this is amazing!,” you said to him. “‘May have taken me my whole high school and half my college experience to finish it, but it was worth it!”.

“Totally”

“What do ya say? Should we take it out for a spin”

“You don’t have to ask me twice”

He cheered quietly, opening the passenger door for you and hopping into the driver’s side. He opened the garage door, pulling out of the driveway. He had only driven down the street and you saw how nervous he was. You grabbed his hand, he gasped when you did. “Hey, I’m sure the car is fine, don’t stress out”. He smiled, putting his arm around you. You relaxed laying back. You drove around for about half an hour, going up some hill to a mountain. “Where are we going?,” you asked him.

“We’re gonna look at the stars”

“Ooo, nice”

He parked by the edge of the mountain. It was weird because no other cars were to be seen. Usually there were. “By the way, I wanna show you the coolest thing here,” he said, opening the glove compartment. He took out a CD, Slowdive's 1993 album Souvlaki, and revealed he had a working stereo. "Holy shit, it works?," you were excited. He nodded, popping in the CD. "I love Slowdive," you mumbled. He smiled, chuckling a little.

"I know. You were listening to it the day we met"

"Oh! I was...Yeah, I remember you came up to me that day. You were so awkward"

"Right? God, I feel like I acted like a douche"

"You were like,'Hey, we shouldn't be able to hear your music'"

"Yeah, yeah. Then you were all,'Oh, sorry!'. Then, I was like,'Don't worry, but anyway, Slowdive, huh?'"

You both laughed. "God, I felt that you were trying to hit on me that moment," You told him,"But you're just...you're really nice". Smiling, he shook his head. "Do you miss high school?," he asked. You thought about it for a moment. Did you? "You know what," you began,"Partially". He was confused. "What do you mean?".

"Well, we all had good times in high school. We had good friends, all those memories. We've kinda drifted away, but that's why I partially miss it"

"So why don't you?"

"I felt like I didn't belong"

He looked at you sympathetically. "You all had an established talent. I didn't," you told him,"Sometimes, I still wish I hadn't gone". Hearing you say so saddened him. "But you're good at a lot," he said,"You were better than everyone there". "You're just saying--".

"No! I swear, you are talented at a lot. It was just never put into one thing. You aren't alone either. Hajime never had an exact talent, Nagito won a lottery...you belonged there just as anybody else. You are a Jack of All Trades—"

"—Master of None."

"NO! You are the master of all!"

You smiled. "I care so much about you. I'm really glad we met. I just know that if we hadn't met my life wouldn't be the way it is now...," he said,"So, please, never say that again! You belonged there". You lay back in your seat, trying not to cry. For the first time in forever you felt like you had a place in the world, it felt weird, but not bad. You weren't used to feeling important. "Are you even happy with your life?". He looked at his thumbs when you asked him that. You were afraid of his answer, you didn't know why, but you were.

"There are somethings I wish I didn't have to deal with, but when I think about you, I realize that it's all worth dealing with...and that makes me the happiest man in the world"

"Kaz..."

He said your name, his voice low when he did. It interrupted anything you wanted to say next and your thoughts were racing. "I..I—". He sighed. You knew whatever he had to say next was not easy for him to spit out. "You know how important this car is was for me, it took up my entire high school year to work on. I know I had fun doing it, but I didn’t build it for me,” he sputtered and you could tell he was nervous,“I made this car so that...so that I'd have something to impress you with the day I had the courage to tell you how I really feel about you. I love you and I have for so long. I don't see myself being with anyone else and I wanted you to think of me as the coolest guy you'd ever met and now you probably think I'm a chump–"

You launched yourself towards him, attacking his lips and you felt his skin radiating. He felt as if he had been kissed by an angel. "I love you too, Kaz," you whispered. You really did. Crawling onto his lap, you pushed his hair back. "I wish it hadn't taken you so long to tell me," you added, frowning,"We could have done all these cute high school couple things, then moved onto adult couple things". He kissed you this time, his hands on your hips as you nibbled his bottom lip. He managed to move you both to the passenger side in order to prevent your back setting the horn off. He stopped for a minute.

"'Adult couple things'?"

"Yeah"

"Well, we're adults now, aren't we? And who says we're too old to do what high schoolers do"

"You're not wrong either...but are you interested in doing adult things with me?"

He blushed and looked away for a minute,"I, uh- I've never done it before. I was waiting do it with someone who loves me, y'know? But- you love me, right?". You laughed, nodding. He laughed too, shaking his head as he reached up your skirt, his calloused and rough hands rubbing your thighs. "Hoh-okay, you asked for it". He leaned forwards to kiss you, grabbing the waistband of your panties as his tongue entered your mouth. He pulled them down, allowing you to remove the rest by making his seat go further back. You kicked them off, going to unzip his jeans and pull those down too along with his boxers. He was already rock hard and made you throb just looking as his cock. It was slightly above average in both length and girth, but what did you expect from a dork like him?

You took off your entire skirt before climbing right back into his lap right after pulling them down, he smirked and lowly praised you: "Good girl". He kissed you a little more before he grabbed his cock, ready to guide it inside you. "You ready?". You were shaking, but uttered a soft,"Yes...". Before he could, the Slowdive song you were listening to when you first met started playing and you knew this was meant to happen. You melted when he heard it too. It means it meant something to him and it meant as much to him as it meant to you. "You remember this song, baby?". He pressed light kisses on your forehead as you nodded. You felt his tip at your entrance and you whined. "W-Wait! Kaz, please be careful," you begged. He nodded and kissed you again. "I'll be soft," he reassured you,"Besides, I want to take my time with you. Okay?". You took a breath and relaxed.

"Okay"

"Uh, wait- I should probably ask. Did you wanna do this laying down? I don't think it's fair if you're on top during our first. Plus, I don't want your back to hurt"

"Y-Yeah, my back was starting to ache a little"

He nodded, putting the seat all the way back, now mimicking a bed. You switched positions, spreading your legs for him. He put the volume on the stereo almost all the way up before picking your legs up. He positioned himself again, pushing in just the tip. You gasped quietly, breaking into a very sweet moan as he pushed in all the way, groaning lustfully. He repeatedly pushed in: deep, but slow. He only felt his erection grow harder seeing you blush. Your little moans and soft whimpers when he'd hit that one spot you thought only you would be able to reach made him twitch inside you. He tried to keep his composure, but your walls constantly pumping him made it almost impossible. He leaned forward, desperately trying to kiss you. You could've melted right then and there, seeing how this man made love to you. "I-I love you..," he whispered against your lips. God, he was so cute too.

"I love you too, Kaz, but this is a little too slow now"

"Please, tell me what you need"

"I want you fuck me harder"

"Whatever you say, princess"

His thrusts went from "slow and deep" to "abrupt and very deep". "Like that?". You kissed him in response, grabbing his hair and pushing his head to you. His hips snapped inside you, making it harder to control your breathing. At this point, the windows as fogged up, making the air around you hot. He grabbed your breast, massaging them. You did him the favor of unbuttoning your blouse. You grabbing his hand and slipped it under your bra. "They're so pretty and warm," he mumbled. You could tell he didn't want you to hear that from how low he said it, but you heard it well. He pulled your bra down to your torso, ducking his head down to be able to suck on your breasts a little. "K-Kaz! I'm really sensitive there!". He didn't respond, so entertained by your boobs, knowing playing with them made you feel good.

Your stomach was in knots and it was hard to hold anything anymore.

It took one really hard thrust, making you squirt. He didn't even know it could do that. You didn't cum all the way through, making it uncomfortable now. You felt like you were being edged. "Kaz, it doesn't feel good anymore".

"Do we stop?"

"No, no! Just...I need to cum"

"I'll get you there"

His hands went back to your hips, slamming into you fast and deep. Your body trembled, shaking as he hit your sweet spot again and again and again. "Is this okay?," his voice husky as he was nearing his orgasm too. You nodded, whining. "I-It feel so good..please don't stop," you cried,"It's so good!..". He went faster, grunting softly. You were near crying, about to release. "Are you gonna cum?". He was just as impatient as you were.

"I'm cumming, I-I'm cumming"

"I can't last anymore. C-Can I cum inside?"

"Please, baby"

He groaned you name, shooting his load in you. You knew it was a lot too, feeling it when you moved. He pulled out, laying on the other seat lazily. You were still so turned on, pumping your two fingers in and out of you, securing his cum inside you. "Good girl". You picked your braw up to cover your chest since it was getting cold. "You look so pretty," he added. You were blushing as he helped you with your clothes. Naturally, you helped him with his. "I hope this is a good time to ask, but...". "Yes?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend"

"I'm so glad you do. Yes, Kazuichi, I'll be your girlfriend!"

"Yes! Fuck Yes! Oh god, I'm so happy!"

You kissed his cheek, making him become even more giddy as he wrapped his arm around you and drove you to his home. Kissing on his bed, he hugged you tightly afterward as you shushed him to sleep.

[bringmebackdude]

I Can't Quit You Baby

(gif not mine)

Pairing: Slash x fem!Reader

Concept: Slash has been hooking up with a rich girl, but this time "no ties" starts to bother him.

Word count: 1,454

A/N: Actually I've been thinking about making a fic out of this one, haven't read or seen one like this with the guys and mixing a rich girl with Slash seems very interesting...(if you have, please let me know, I'm not trying to steal any content by mistake!)

(light smut, fluff)

His agitated body dropped next to hers, both chests going up and down from exhaustion and the heat that filled the considerably small room. Their bodies still felt the shivers of pleasure, there was a comfortable silence during the recovery. (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bed looking for her bra, which she spotted right next to Pandora's tank, his snake, alongside her panties. It was a usual scavenger hunt for her clothes, she and Slash wouldn't care where they left their stuff when lust came between them. He lit a cigarette while watching his companion with a frown, slightly smirking seconds later when he laid eyes on the lightning-struck tattoo she had on her left buttock. "You're leaving already?"

"Wasn't two hours enough for you, big boy?" she chuckled, sliding her legs inside the pink skirt.

"It's just that you usually stay longer...y'know" shrugging and letting the smoke escape from his lips, he sat on the bed. Carefully pushing some of his rebel curls back, so he could give a better look to the girl's half-naked body. "And it isn't two hours if you count the smoke breaks."

"I have stuff to do, and I'm already late," her tone was calm, but she buttoned down her blouse in a rush, shoving her panties in her purse after.

"Daddy invited the president over tonight?" he asked mockingly.

"Ha-ha, very funny," she finished tying her boots and walked towards him, holding his face between her hands "You would love to go to one, wouldn't ya?"

"I'd die for," using his reliable sarcasm, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I'll see you soon," always her same goodbye, not forgetting about the quick peck on the lips before taking her belongings and walking out of his room. "Bye, Pandora! Bye, Duff!" Slash heard the main door close, letting out a sigh, all the fun was over sooner than he thought. He was quite happy with the dynamic between him and (Y/N), no need for compromises, just sex whenever they were in need. She was funny, hot, friendly, listened to the same music as he did, and not to mention she was rich. Also, her dad hated Slash, which made the friendship more exciting for both of them. Two lovers of trouble, together, were no good. That's exactly what he wanted, a good fuck and then leave. But somehow, it slightly bothered him that she didn't ask for more. All the girls were looking for something serious with him, why not her?

"She left early, huh?" Duff's head poked out of his door before he made an entrance to the curly's bedroom. He shrugged again, taking a puff on his cigarette "Yeah." "Oh dude, I'm so jealous you can bang that anytime you want. Do you mind if I shoot my shot with her?" "It's not up to me. She's probably out of your league" Slash replied. The guys enjoyed having her around, she wasn't stuck up like other ones, but still, she had a very strong character, which would sometimes cause fights between her and Axl. Of course, she had developed quite the friendship with Duff. The blond giraffe was funny as hell. "If she's a Motley Crue girl, there will be no problem to get her" rested his body against the wall and crossed his arms with a smirk. He knew it was gonna piss the guitarist. "What do you mean?" "Izzy and I ran into her a couple of nights ago after a Motley Crue concert. No big deal." "What were you doing there?" Slash interest grew, he threw the cigarette to the floor and step on it. She goes to see Motley but not us? (Y/N) knew that they were making noise around Los Angeles, he talked endlessly to her about many gigs, still, she never attended one. The unusual feeling of resentment invaded him. He shrugged, making his way out of the room "Chicks are horny as fuck at the end of a rock concert, dude." Duff laughed walking through the hall, knowing the effect that his comment had caused on his friend. As much as Slash would deny it, everyone in the band knew there was something much more than just a friendship going between the two of them. Ever since the night they met her, the proprietorial side of the curly had shown. Besides (Y/N) being rad, she would sometimes arrive at their apartment with boxes of beer when she knew it was their rest day, lent them some clothes, or even offer transportation. Although she would disappear very often and for several days, it was a friendship worth keeping. At this point, the guys were just waiting for them to become something a bit more official, but the two lovers were too proud.

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Her foot stomped on the floor when she tripped on the amp next to the sofa, the dark empty apartment echoed with giggles from the two of them, their mouths refusing to separate. Slash felt the doorknob of his room, quickly opening the door and pulling the girl inside, both wasting no time in starting to take their clothes off. She let her skirt slide down her legs, showing off her pink thong. He, on the other side, was almost naked when he took his pants off, the guy had no problem being commando most of his life. He laid her body delicately on the bed, sliding his mouth towards the female's jaw, where he left traces of saliva from his wet kisses along with a few bites. The rough touch of his blistered fingers running through her body, making her skin crawl as the touch entered between her legs, a smirk appeared in the guitarist's face when he felt how wet she was already, something he never got tired of. A moan escaped from her lips when his mouth positioned on one of her nipples, sucking hard. "Baby" her hands running through his curls, slightly pulling from these, "I need you," she whispered. Needless to say, that unleashed the lust he carried inside.

...

His tanned hand grabbed the delicate one, feeling his fingers locked with hers, a simple but cute thing that Slash usually didn't do. She bit her lip, hiding the smile that the sudden action had provoked on her. "So... Duff told me he saw you at a Motley concert." "Oh yeah, I think it was last weekend or something like that," she shrugged, peering up at him. "I didn't know you liked those types of bands..." trying hard to hide his jealousy, he kept an unworried face. "One of my girlfriends took me with her, and you know I like rock," covering her breasts with the blanket, she reached for a cigarette and took the lighter from the nightstand. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why is this whole interrogation happening, dumbass?" she chuckled, letting the smoke come out right in front of his face. Slash coughed, rolling his eyes before stealing the cigarette from her hand, to which she smiled. "I don't know, it's just that you never come to watch us perform." "So?"

"So? We are friends, and you've never attended one of our gigs, you just drop us off and we're way better than them," he scoffed irritated. The female looked at him with confusion, not understanding where this was all coming from. "Honey, you never invite me to any of your events, I thought this was only hooking up and hanging every now and then," she replied with furrowed brows. He never seemed to have a problem with that. "Well maybe I want more..." with his arms crossed on his chest, he avoided her fazed stare, the last thing he needed was for her to notice his cheeks blushing. The words slipped out of his mouth. Did he regret saying that? No, he didn't, all this time he had been craving more but his pride was too big to admit it. After a few seconds of letting all this new information sink in, slowly a mocking smile was drawn on her face, sliding in bed to be closer to him,"Why didn't you say anything before?" "Cause I guess I didn't realize it completely until a few days ago...whatever, this is stupid" his slight embarrassment was adorable for her, it was a completely new side of the tough carefree guy she knew. "No, it's not," she stopped him before he could get out of the bed."I think we could work something out," a shy smile was attached to the response that was going to change their path from now and on. "I'd like that" he pulled her closed, wrapping his arms around her waist as another round was waiting for them.

[one-boring-person]

What's Funny?

John Rambo (between Rambo II and Rambo III) x reader

Warnings: some sexual content implied? Slight injury

Context: John teaches the reader to ride a horse. (Set between the second and third movie)

A/N: this was not supposed to turn out how it did; it was supposed to stay innocent! But ah well, it is what it is. Also, I apologise if parts of this are inaccurate, I am by no means that knowledgeable on horse riding, so please excuse any inaccuracies!

Masterlist

I instinctively tense up in the saddle as I feel the horse beneath me shift, the sensation of being sat on something alive very odd to me, despite all the stranger things I've done in my life. Sensing this, the animal whinnies and paws at the dusty ground, tossing its head slightly, clearly thinking I'm in distress, even though I'm not. Biting my lip, I try to relax again, taking the reins a little looser in my hands, adjusting my feet in the stirrups. Still holding the bridle for me, my companion, John, reaches up to pat the horse's neck, trying to soothe it as he eyes my posture.

"You need to relax more." He states, reaching over to lightly pinch the muscle in my arm, feeling how tense it is, his touch almost reassuring to me, "Stop tensing up so much, nothing bad is gonna happen."

"I know, I'm just...nervous, that's all." I mumble back, slightly ashamed at my incapability to do something he makes look so simple.

"Don't be, you'll be fine. There, now just lightly touch your heels to his side and click your tongue." The dark-haired veteran moves his hands, holding onto the leading rope instead.

Taking a breath, I do as he says, my jaw clenching when the horse starts into a slow walk, snorting and tossing its head impatiently. The movement feels odd beneath me, but I settle into it with some ease, still uncomfortable but not badly so, my eyes flicking to John for knowledge on whether I'm doing this right. He watches me carefully, leading the horse round in a circle, adjusting my posture here and there, sending me a look of reassurance when he catches my eye. I start getting the hang of it, relaxing slightly into the saddle as the horse starts to get used to me, the movements becoming smoother and more fluid, a small hesitant smile breaking out onto my lips. 

"Enjoying yourself?" John asks after a moment, the start of a smile pulling at his lips, dark eyes glittering with triumph. 

"Yeah, I am now." I reply, grinning at him as I reach forward to pat the horse's neck.

"Good, I'm glad." He responds, swiping a hand over his brow, "Stop a minute, I've gotta take this off."

The muscular man gestures to his large overshirt, waiting for me to slow to a halt before dropping the lead and going to the fence, where he takes his shirt off over his head. I find myself watching his every movement, enraptured by the way his muscles flex and move under his tanned, scarred skin, his torso hidden by one of his black sleeveless shirts, his shoulders bulging as he removes the fabric hiding them. Licking my lips at the sight, I forget to pay attention to the horse beneath me, yelping when it suddenly bucks upwards, the unexpected movement throwing me off the saddle a little, the animal quickly working to lose me completely. Getting my feet loose from the stirrups, I find myself thrown to the floor, dull pain exploding across my ribs as I land harshly, the impact winding me. Neighing, the stallion jumps into a more uncontrolled pace, seemingly having been spooked by something, leaving me lying in the dust as it moves off. 

"(Y/n)! Are you alright?" John calls out to me as he realises what's happened, the veteran swiftly moving to catch the fast-moving horse, grabbing it and calming it. Leading it back over, he hurriedly drops to the floor beside me, helping me sit upright as I press a hand to my ribs, groaning a little.

"Yeah, I'm good. Caught me by surprise." I wince, looking up at him, allowing him to help me up.

He looks me over, making sure I'm not seriously injured, before starting to consider something, a slight grin playing at his lips.

"What's funny?" I ask him curiously, dusting myself down.

"Hm? Oh, I just find it amusing that for a person who I've seen drive a car, motorcycle, tank, and fly planes and helicopters, as well as navigate boats, in all kinds of conditions, you've never mastered horse riding." He explains, chuckling slightly.

Pouting, I push his arm lightly, eyeing up the horse again.

"Yeah, well all those things are inanimate when they start, and I can fully control them. This creature has a mind of its own. Literally." I gesture to the horse, still slightly intimidated by the size of it.

"True." John hums, still smiling, "I've got an idea on how to help you."

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, come on." 

Going back to the horse, John motions for me to climb up again, helping me settle back into the saddle as I swallow down the slight fear in my throat. Trying to relax, I expect John to start adjusting my posture instantly, only to be very surprised when he suddenly appears behind me on the horse's back, perched lightly on the saddle, chest pressed flush to my back as his arms thread through mine, taking the reins in hand. My breath falters in my throat momentarily as he adjusts himself, his body moulding to mine to be more comfortable, his own breaths hot on my skin as he leans forwards slightly. Against my sides, I can feel every flex of his muscles, my heart stuttering from the sensation, meaning I nearly miss it as he takes my hands in his and holds the reins with them.

"Relax, (Y/n). The horse can sense if you're tense." John advises me, his rough voice resonating through me from this proximity. Somehow, this does help me to relax, and I feel myself go limper in his arms.

After a second, I feel John's thighs tense up as he gently taps his heels to the horse's sides, guiding the animal into a slow walk. His body moves in time with the horse, encouraging me to do the same, the action feeling much safer now that I can feel him help guide the animal. Swallowing, I try to ignore the feeling of his chest rubbing against my back, and the slight tickle from his long hair brushing over my shoulders. 

"See, you're getting the hang of it." John encourages me after a little while, his hands moving from mine to rest lightly on my thighs, leaving me to guide the horse around. Though the movement is casual, it sends goosebumps up through my body, my legs tensing slightly under his touch. He must've noticed it by now, but he seems to ignore it, instead helping me continue to ride.

I squeak in surprise when his lips suddenly make contact with my neck, the veteran leaving a very deliberate kiss just over my pulse point, his mouth lingering there as his hands slide up to grasp my waist. Nosing at the skin, he continues to press gentle kisses over the area, feeling my body relax under his hands, falling back into his chest as he continues his actions. Gently, he trails kisses down my neck to my shoulder, relishing in the small sounds of pleasure escaping me, my body yearning for more from him, years of craving his touch making me extremely vulnerable to his ministrations now.

"J-John…" I sigh, tilting my head to give him better access.

Beneath us, I can feel the horse getting antsy, the animal clearly aware that our attention is now split. John clearly feels it, too, as he takes the reins again and pulls the horse to a halt, reluctantly climbing down. Sighing from the loss of contact, I follow his lead, keeping my gaze downturned as he takes the horse out of the area we used for practice, trailing after him as he swiftly hands the creature back over to its owner, speaking quickly with them before he takes me behind the stable. 

Once there, he pushes me up against the wall, lips crashing into mine, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me into him, my own arms wrapping around his neck. Moaning into the kiss, I press closer to him, feeling safe in his arms as we move in time with each other, years of pent up emotion flooding across the connection. His scent, sweat mixed with the faint remains of incense from the temple, surrounds me, calming my racing heart at its familiarity, making me wish I could stay this close to him forever. 

Eventually, he pulls away, both of us needing air, his forehead pressing into mine, our breaths mingling with each other.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait any longer." He finally says, his dark eyes searching mine for a rejection.

"Don't apologise. I'm not sure how much longer I would've lasted, honestly." I admit, carding my fingers through his soft hair, enjoying the feeling of the messy strands under my touch. 

Smiling, John leans in and captures my lips again for a chaste kiss, before pulling back completely, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into his side.

"Come on, let's go somewhere more private."

[nightshade-minho]

-Sleep? What’s that?-

Warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, master kink, praise, breeding kink, mentions of cheating, light exhibitionism, roommates au. jisung makes an appearance.

Word Count: 1.7k

Seungmin couldn't take one more second of this torture.

This was the fourth consecutive night where he lay awake, your moans gracing his ears and leaving him with blue balls.

It wasn't like you were being very loud...the walls were a little too thin in this apartment ever since he'd moved in. Even his headphones couldn't quite mask the sound of your moans right. He tossed and turned in bed, the fact that this was going to be yet another sleepless night making him grumble in frustration.

Usually, after you masturbated, you'd turn right around and go to sleep. However, a room away, Seungmin found it terribly difficult to fall asleep...the raging boner he was usually left with made sure of that. In the mornings, he'd always consider bringing it up...he prided himself in his straightforwardness, but somehow when it came to you, all that was thrown out of the window.

It didn't help that you looked especially cute in the mornings...all messy hair and blushy cheeks, clad in your soft pyjamas and bunny slippers.

He sighed, covering his ears. At that very moment, you let out a whimper that sounded so heavenly, that Seungmin just couldn't take it anymore.

He threw the covers off, standing up and walking over to your room quickly.

He threw the door open. You screamed as you scrambled to cover yourself with the blankets, pulling your fingers out of your pussy.

"Seungmin, what the fu-"

"Shhh." He said irritably. "It's 2:30. Let's not wake all the neighbours up."

You sputtered in disbelief, clearing your throat. "I...um, please don't barge into my room like that...you woke me up so suddenl-"

"Cut the bullshit. I know what you're doing in here, Y/n. In fact, I've known for the past four days. Either stop, or choose another time to do it. One that doesn't prevent me from getting my valuable hours of sleep."

"I..." your cheeks heated up, as you adjusted the covers. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. You're like a 13 year old girl who discovered how to touch herself for the first time. It's all you've been doing."

You felt the embarrassment heat up your cheeks as you finally looked up at him.

Wait.

Your eyes landed on the bulge in his sweatpants, making you let out a loud gasp. Was that a boner?

Seungmin flinched at the sound, following your gaze to his pants. He rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic about it. When you're forced to be exposed to someone's moans for hours on end, this is what happens."

You rubbed at your flushed cheeks, unable to believe that this was actually happening.

Somehow, though...the embarrassment and humiliation you were feeling was slowly drifting into arousal as he continued glaring at you. You opened your mouth and then closed it, wondering if you should just say it.

"What? Spit it out."

You remained silent. Slowly you moved the blankets off of you, Seungmin raising an eyebrow as you did so.

"Wow. You've gotten bold."

His eyes slowly travelled from your face to your soaking pussy, bared to him. Unable to hide the small groan under his breath, Seungmin decided to throw all caution to the wind as he climbed onto the bed.

"What do you want, hm, princess? Don't you think this is a little too slutty, even for you?" He chuckled. As another second of silence passed, Seungmin's smile slowly disappeared.

"I can't read your mind, slut. Speak up, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Your eyes widened. "Um, I'm sorry. I...I want you."

"You do, huh? How exactly do you want me?"

"In any way. Please, I just feel so sexually frustrated and I haven't had a good orgasm in months." You whine, pouting at him.

"Fine. All you want is an orgasm, right? I'll help you get yourself off. Acting like a fucking bitch in heat." He mumbled under his breath, moving further up your bed before grabbing you, pulling you onto his lap.

You looked down at him, the arousal making your whole body feel hot. You couldn't believe you were going to fuck your roommate. It felt a little wrong, but to be honest, you didn't really care.

His eyes slowly travelled from your face to your pussy, narrowing as he felt your wetness soak through the material of his sweatpants.

"Fuck, you're a little whore, aren't you?"

You sighed softly as he grabbed your hips, forcing you to grind down on him. He groaned under his breath at the feeling, lifting you up slightly to pull down his sweatpants.

You gulped as you noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear, letting out a small squeal as he pulled you down, letting the head of his cock brush up against your folds.

"We don't even need any foreplay, do we? That little wet cunt is dripping and ready for my cock~"

You nodded desperately, swallowing as he smirked, his grip on your waist becoming rougher as he slammed you down onto him suddenly, a guttural moan escaping you at the action.

The sudden intrusion rendered you speechless as you gripped his shoulders, your eyes clenching shut. His gaze softened a little as he observed your expression.

"Aww, looks like the little baby isn't used to being stuffed with cock like this? That's okay, darling." His grip on you tightened as he stood up suddenly, taking you over to your window and pressing you up against it. "From now on, you're my little whore and I'm going to teach you just how to be a good cocksleeve for your master, okay?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he started thrusting into you, lips attaching to your neck. The moonlight washing over his face made him look so ethereal. He couldn't possibly be human. As his thrusts grew sharper, you were struggling to keep your eyes open, but you knew you had to. You wished you could stare at his beautiful face forever.

"Can't speak, darling?" He cooed, lips trailing down from your neck to your collarbone. He pulled down a strand of your top and started marking you up, leaving soon-to-be bruises all over your chest.

"That's alright. I know I'm fucking you dumb." He pouted at you, fake sympathy filling his face. "It's alright."

He looked down at the spot where you were connected, the sight of your pussy sucking in his cock drawing a grunt out of him. "Fuck...you're a good girl, aren't you? Taking in my cock so well."

The validation was all you craved. You mewled softly, your eyes big and needy as you clenched around his length, letting him know you were close. His hips stuttered as he realized he was nearing his high.

Seungmin narrowed his eyes suddenly as he looked past you. He brought his hand up to grab your cheek, moving it to the side and forcing you to look outside.

"Isn't that the dude you were seeing? Why's he here?"

Your eyes widened as you saw the figure holding a bouquet in his hands, dawdling about in front of your building. Jisung.

"Fuck- I broke up with him ages ago when he cheated on me. Why's he- oh fuck, Seungmin, right there-"

"Shh." He placed a finger on your mouth to silence you. "I'm your master now, baby. And listen to me..." He frowned as he recalled all the times Jisung had been a dick to you, cheating on you multiple times and being a general ass. Yet you always went back to him, falling for his feeble apologies. Not this time. Seungmin was tired of watching from the sidelines. He couldn't let you get your heart broken again.

"...you're not getting back together with him. You need to show this dick that you're over him, once and for all." He growled, watching as the man below entered the building.

"Seu- I mean, M-master..." You whined as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. " We should stop- he's going to be here any second now- fuck!" You cried out as his cock relentlessly abused your pussy, making you moan incoherently.

Seungmin's ears perked up as he heard the doorbell ring, a smirk growing on his face. "Ah, finally. Now baby, what do you say to getting rid of that bastard once and for all?"

You couldn't respond, letting out a breathless whimper as Seungmin peeled you away from the window, still fucking up into you as he walked through your apartment to the front door. You didn't have the strength to protest anymore, your face buried in his shoulder as your ears registered the sound of him opening the door.

Seungmin found himself relishing the pure shock on Jisung's face. Fuck, he wanted to take a picture of his expression. This was what the asshole deserved.

"Sorry, Han. Get it through your thick-headed skull- she deserves better than you."

Seungmin aimed a particularly rough thrust right at your sweet spot at that very moment, and you keened, your orgasm washing over you so suddenly and solidly, you were almost blown away. The man let out a groan at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, his own high approaching rapidly.

"I think it's safe to say her taste in men has evolved." Seungmin said apologetically, slamming the door on Jisung's shell shocked face.

He pressed you up against the door, pounding into you as he chased his orgasm.

"Ah...I'm going to cum in you sweetheart- fuck, my good little princess, aren't you?"

You nodded slightly, your body weak. You could barely formulate a thought, let alone a sentence as Seungmin rammed into you, his cock feeling like heaven itself.

"That's right. And you'll always be my baby, my angel...shit- I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Maybe you’ll have my babies. How does that sound?" Seungmin hissed as he stared at your fucked out face, falling over the edge as he came, painting your walls white.

He collapsed against you, slowly dragging the two of you down to the floor in exhaustion.

You opened your mouth, a million words resting on the tip of your tongue as you stared at Seungmin, his breathing rough as he came down from his high. His fingers brushed against your entrance as he pulled out, pushing his cum back into you. “Now, now. Wouldn’t want to waste any of it...” He mumbled, lifting his finger to your mouth for you to suck. His gaze was soft as he gathered you close to him, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he shushed you.

"You don't have to talk now, baby, it's fine." He stood up shakily, taking you to his room and laying you on the bed. He got in with you and spooned you, kissing the crook of your neck.

"You're mine, from now on." He whispered, stroking your skin as he nuzzled closer.

"Only mine."

[polyamorouspunk]

Hi same anon that left a vent the other day(? Time is an enigma) abt connecting stories to a partner. If it's cool with you I could go by an emoji, maybe like, 🌠.

Anyways I wanted to come share some positive polyam stories to even out that vent maybe??

Recently, my two boyfriends and I decided that we're going to live together in the summer. There's a lot of work left to be done to make that happen but it's a lot less work than our initial plan of moving to Canada this summer, so we're taking the chance and gonna go for it. I'm really excited to be able to meet my long distance boyfriend and be able to just like... I dunno man hold hands and hug him??? I've been craving cuddling him for nearly a year now.

Speaking of, me and that ldr bf are going on one year together next month! Compared to my nearly 6 year long relationship with my irl bf it's like, obviously not a major amount of time but I'm still really excited and it honestly feels like it's been like 4 or 5 years instead of just one.

I've recently become a lot more comfortable with the concept of being affectionate towards my friends, even if I'm still working through some stuff about them showing affection to me I'm noticing some progress where I don't instantly fall in love and like, I'm polyam and touch starved so that's a good thing for me I can't be falling for everyone I'd suffer vbdjfbdjf

My boyfriends have been really sweet and patient with me lately with my mental health(I've been having a rough time lately), and I can't thank them enough for it but gosh I'm trying anyways to give the same love in return.

That's all I've got for now but I hope maybe it helped perk things up? -🌠

“I can’t be falling for everyone I’d suffer” call me out why don’t you?

That’s great!

I’ve never been able to maintain a ldr I started online, but after I moved my partner and I became ldp and that was half of our relationship and it was very hard going from seeing each other every day and sleeping in the same bed on the weekends, practically living together to only being able to spend like 2 weeks together a year, but I think we made it work and we still make it work as friends!

It’s always a joy to see my friends when I’m able to go back home, which I’ll be doing at least twice this year for two weddings, and maybe a third time. Would love to have my current partner come with me, but only to play rock band with me and my friends which like… isn’t worth the 12 hours but idk we’ll see but that’s way far in advance if we’re still together blah blah blah. I never really put an intense focus on getting to see my friends, it always happens but I really intend on putting effort into seeing them this time around, more than I have normally I guess? Idk it’s hard. They work/school and my mom and I share the car so we’ll see but.

One year in a relationship is still a lot. Honestly after 6 years you start to feel like it’s just part of life (it’s not even like relationship energy it’s just life energy) so after a year it might not be nre but it’s certainly still relationship energy if that makes sense.

I’ve been avoiding talking about how poorly I’m doing here but I’m hoping getting back to work and stuff will keep me going.

🌠 anon is a great emoji! Thank you for checking in again, I appreciate it!

[notaversetohedonism]

Daisy Chains and Daydreams

Pairings: Mostly Moxiety but with some Logince as well because I love them and couldn't resist

Content : Fluff, Probably a bit long winded but it's the first fic I've ever finished 😅, mentions of food as a potential CW, as well as mentions of anxiety/panic attacks as well as general feelings of mild anxiety

Word count : 1960, jus a little one shot :)

"I'm boredddddd" groaned Roman, leaning his head back so that it rested on Logan's lap. Logan flinched slightly at the gesture, but was able to keep his composure well enough not to let out the squeak playing on his lips.

"I suppose today has been rather slow" he replied, turning a page from his novel without looking up. Virgil and Patton walked into the room quietly, perhaps hoping that the other sides would not have noticed their absence. No such luck, unfortunately.

"Hmm, Winnie the Blue and Patty-Cake," Roman began with a smirk "Couldn't help but notice that the two of you were, should I say, mysteriously absent?" Virgil simply shot him a death glare, where Patton looked sheepishly down at the carpet, a blush forming upon his freckled cheeks. God. His freckles. Typically his face was clear and bright, but on the odd summer where the sun shone a little brighter, they appeared. Virgil, as should surely be apparent, was a fan. Before they had gotten together, he often lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling, imaging tracing every single one beneath his fingers.

Virgil collapsed in an undignified heap on the couch. He, as the most cynical side, was not a fan of weather in general, but he despised these summer months. How was he supposed to maintain his edgy persona without a hoodie to pull over his head when he had had enough with Logan and Roman's nonsensical bickering? The only thing that had convinced him that dying of heatstroke was not the way to go was Patton tentatively offering up one of his many identical blue shirts.

Patton sat down next to his boyfriend, sliding his fingers into Virgil's and tracing his thumb in gentle circles on the top of his hands. The one gesture that was sure to make Virgil melt. As if he wasn't already doing that in this ridiculous heat. He looked up at Patton, the softest of smiles on his face. In return, Patton gave his usual wide, brighter than the sun itself, grin.

"Hey everyone! I had an idea!" he suddenly burst out, as if the thought had just entered his mind and he had to get it out before it left again.

"Yeah Pat?" asked Virgil softly, a light blush emerging just barely visible underneath his foundation when he saw the identical smirks on Roman and Logan's faces. Patton of course, noticed this. He gave Virgil a look the two of them had come up with together, asking with his eyes if Virgil was ok with this or if he needed to stop. Reassured by the slightest nod of Virgil's head, he continued,

"Why don't we go for a picnic? It'll be fun, and with the breeze it'll be cooler out there than it is in here!" Patton giggled, practically clapping his hands in excitement. There it was again. The ache in his face. Virgil, despite his reservations, had absolutely no intention of giving one of his typical cynical remarks that would have no doubt have been rewarded should any of the other sides been the one to suggest the concept. Logan and Roman both at the same time had said

"Sure!" causing them to blush and turn away from one another. Patton had been badgering Virgil for weeks to let him help set them up, but Virgil had gently insisted that this was something for them to discover in their own time.

"Let's do it," Virgil said, his voice starting out very quiet but becoming a little louder as he continued "It could actually be fun" Patton all but squealed with joy as he jumped up to prepare the food. That was another thing Virgil's mind would often wander to.

They could all cook to some degree. But Logan followed the recipes so meticulously and to every minor detail that the food was often a little bland, Roman had a bad gague of how hot was too hot, and Virgil, naturally, was petrified by the idea of burning himself on the hot stove. When Patton stepped up to the stove, however, it was like a whole other world. One could taste the pure love worked into every bite. The sides would typically cook for themselves, but if one was having a particularly rough day, or if they got sick, then Patton's cooking was sure to make them feel better. Virgil often received it after a panic attack, and more often than not it was the thing that grounded him.

"Oi, Panic at the everywhere, go get ready!" Roman's voice cut through Virgil's thoughts. The nickname still bothered him somewhat, but he could tell Roman was making the effort to be a little nicer to him.

"Alright Princey, if you insist." he smirked, sinking out and back into his room. He wasn't the biggest fan of wearing shorts, but he knew wearing jeans probably wasn't his best idea. He pulled on some loosely fitting jean shorts and, of course, Patton's blue shirt stayed on. He sat for a second on his bed, no longer feeling the need to repress his smiles now that he was alone. Patton saw them; when Virgil was with his boyfriend he couldn't keep them in, but he still felt a little wary around Logan and Roman. They had accepted him, but as the anxious side he still had his reservations. As he sat, Patton suddenly appeared at his side.

"Virge, are you ready to go? We're leaving soon!"

"Gah, Pat! What have we said about appearing in here with no warning?" Virgil exclaimed, but with no real bite to his voice Patton knew he was only kidding.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! This is gonna be so much fun!" Patton giggled, pulling at Virgil's hands. Virgil would never in a million years admit it, but secretly he found Patton's somewhat childish nature the cutest possible thing.

Before they got to their picnic spot, they had a short walk to complete. Roman and Logan forged ahead, arguing about something Virgil didn't understand, nor did he really care about. He was with Patton, and he felt safe. Their hands were loosely intertwined, their pinky fingers locked but not so tightly that Virgil could not pull away should he feel the need. It had taken a little bit of time and a lot of clear communication, but Patton was now very good and understanding of the way his boyfriend felt about affection. He craved it deeply but it often overwhelmed him. But right now, Virgil was quite possibly the calmest he had ever been. The two didn't exchange many words as they walked side by side, only the occasional comment on the beautifully scenic park, or a stifled giggle between themselves as Roman or Logan would make some loud statement.

Finally, the close-knit group of friends found the place they were seeking. They stood in a little alcove discovered by Patton and Virgil on their first official date (by that point they had actually been on about seven, but Virgil was not exactly good at reading the room and thought Patton was just being friendly. Friends kissed on the forehead goodbye, didn't they?). Tall willow trees encircled them. The space was small, but not so small that it felt uncomfortable for their slightly larger than usual party. But what Patton and Virgil unanimously agreed was the best part was the daisies. They grew here wild and free, mostly white and pure but with some pink and some purple, exciting and joyful.

"Thank goodness! I understand that being fit and healthy is necessary for me to remain the most handsome Prince in all the land," Virgil barely stifled a snicker, "but seriously guys? Now I see why your dates always take such a long time!" Logan said nothing, but gratefully slumped onto the soft grassy ground. All those long hours and late nights working tirelessly on his computer did not leave optimal time for exercise.

"Ok everyone, food time! I know it was a little short notice but I hope you all like what I've prepared for us!" Patton said, grinning. Virgil looked inquisitively into the basket that Patton had carried with them for their whole journey. And just. Wow.

Sandwiches in the flavours each side liked best, as well as at least five different types of cookies, and best of all? A rather respectably sized vanilla cake. Their favourite. Roman clapped his hands, Logan raised his eyebrows with a pleasant surprise, and Virgil once again gave his tiny smile. Just a slightly lifted corner of his mouth, but still one Patton recognised well. His own mouth initially mirrored Virgil's, but his smile only grew from there into the one the sides knew so well.

"Alright everyone, dig in!" Of course, no convincing was needed here.

After having stuffed themselves silly, the group sat on the ground, quiet and content. Even Logan, who at this point during an outing would typically be badgering the sides to get back so that he could finish his next series of extraordinary projects, simply closed his eyes and looked up, barely concealing his satisfied smile. With his closed eyes, he did not notice the barely concealed glances of pure adoration given to him by Roman.

Virgil sat propped against a tall, sturdy willow tree, staring at Patton's back lovingly, quietly pondering what the taller side was doing: his back hunched slightly, humming a tune to himself. Within less than five minutes of wondering, he had his answer.

"Uh, Pat? What's this?" he stared in mild confusion at the interwoven daisies sitting in a loop against his pale wrist as Patton looked at him with soft eyes.

"It's a daisy chain! See, I wove them together like this!" As Virgil sat patiently listening as his boyfriend weaved together the pretty little flowers, a thought wandered to the front of his mind. "How on earth did I get so lucky?" Overcome by emotions and bravery, he dared to utter,

"Pat, is it ok if I kiss you?" As Patton gave him an unreadable look for just a few seconds, he wondered if he had crossed a line. But suddenly, he was rewarded with an enthusiastic

"Of course!" and a pair of lips on his own. As Patton eventually leaned back from the kiss to regain some of his air, he suddenly stared at Virgil intensely.

"Uh, y-yes, Pat, what is it?"

"Your eyeshadow, it's purple!" Patton conjured a mirror, shyly holding it up to a stunned Virgil's face.

"And it is. The credit for this one goes to you, Pat." Patton, clearly thrilled but wanting to make sure his boyfriend was comfortable, opted, instead of saying a word, to lay his head down in Virgil's lap, looking up at him with what could only be described as pure adoration. In that moment, it was just them. Roman and Logan's quiet chatter faded into a barely audible whisper, the bird song silenced. They were together, and they were in love. A realisation that would later strike Virgil, and he would spend many am hour wondering how best to say so to Patton, but for now, they sat happily.

But what was the most exciting thing about the beautiful day they all shared together was that by the end of it, as Patton layed his head on Virgil's legs, Virgil saw Roman and Logan's tentatively intertwined hands, the awkward but hopeful smiles on their lips. Virgil decided not to tell Patton right now. Because at this moment, with his hands gently running through his boyfriends soft hair, a daisy chain around his wrist, he felt calm. He felt happy. Maybe tomorrow things would change, but just this once, Virgil decided it was alright to focus on today.