#i cant keep my apartment as clean as id like it to be

[spacejammie-eimmajecaps]

It's hard not to be gloomy about the things I'm no longer capable of doing

[orcelito]

I would like for life to stop hurting for a little while. Maybe. Pretty please.

[gay-fordeath]

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[screamingay]

somehow these current roommates we have are the worst that ive known yet and last semester we literally had a girl who smoked cigs IN her bedroom. list of grievances below lol

[voidimp]

thinking i may have seasonal depression (summer flavor)

[29121996]

im gonna say something (admit) and no one can Say a Fucking Word Alright.

[jackass-jones]

Is there a kinda gentle way to tell your friend that if they don’t let you help them out while they’re experiencing major issues you will beat them to death with your big red hammer?

[starboye]

starring: eddie brock x male reader x venom

request: hi!! can i request a eddie brock/venom x male reader smut where eddie finally introduces reader to venom and venom can’t help but let all his dirty thoughts about what he wants to do to reader out. i’m talking bondage, breeding, ass eating (ikyk his tongue goes crazy)

warnings: smut, monster fucking, freaky!venom, HUGE DICK VENOM, unprotected sex, creampie, ass eating, cum eating, ball and dick cleaning i guess

as much as eddie did NOT want to introduce you and venom, the pestering was getting a little to much from the both of you so he decided finally it was time, calling you over to his apartment and slowly letting venom come out from his shoulder, a floating head connected to a tendril coming out of your boyfriends back was weird but you've seen weirder.

"y/n meet venom and venom meet y/n" eddie says "pleased to eat you y/n" venom says without mush of a filet, your ass was nice looking and he wanted that "pleased to eat you to venom" you shake one of his tendrils and immediately wipe the sort of slime on your pants.

"i like him, he has a sort of humor" venom says out loud "venom" eddie tries to stop him from starting to embarrass him "don't worry i think you're kinda cool to venom" you say with a laugh "your lips look really nice can i cum on them" he blurts out unexpectedly "well that's enough talking from you v" eddie tries to get venom back inside his body but he takes over instead.

"well i mean if you want to but im not against it" you smile to show off your lips more the symbiote "when eddie told me about you i thought i wasn't going to like you but now that you're here i want to do so many things" he says and eddie already knows what this is going to turn to so he tries to stop him but venom is just to strong, staying in control for just a little longer.

"oh pray tell more" you scoot closer to him "well i want to eat your delicious looking ass, i want to fuck you till you cant think, i want to cum all over your pretty face, and i want to make you my boyfriend" he says all in one breath with a complete smile through it all "well we could do some of those things today" you say getting on his lap.

who would've thought you'd be so open to getting fucked by an alien but hey who am i to judge (you people would let a fox fuck you aka nick wilde but hey i would too) you're quick to start making out with him, his long tongue exploring your mouth and making it's way down your throat, he was surprised to see you had no gag reflex which had his mind running.

eddie watched from inside as you lubed up venom fat cock with your saliva and slide all nineteen inches into you "haha i told you the human could fit me eddie" venom cheers as you bounce up and down on his long shaft, an obvious belly bulge poking out from your stomach and sort of in your chest, but venom still knew you were a puny human so he took it slow with you.

letting you rock your hips back and forth of his cock until he could feel himself cumming, and listening to your moan about how you love venoms' big dick so much had him aching to fill your pretty ass up but the things is, is this safe like symbiotes can cum a lot and like i mean A LOT so like will this hurt you?

meh i guess there's only one way to find out, unloading his pent up cum into your stretched ass that was unable to hold his cum in you for to long before it was spilling out, you looked a little out of it but you were a live so that counts for something "now how about we try that other thing" you ask with a weak grin on your face.

venom flipping you over and shoving his long tongue down your hole to lick the excess cum out while you cleaned` him up down below, lick the cum from his fat balls and making sure his cock was all nice and shiny, eddie just had to watch as you slutted yourself out to the alien but he's not gonna lie he was kinda turned on by it all.

"can we keep him eddie" venom asks still face deep in your ass "id love to stay plus i cant really walk so" you chuckle and for some reason just hearing you laugh made venoms cock throb, he doesn't know why but maybe it's a sign to go again

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[reikoknshii]

❤ Hey are you single? 🥛

Francis Mosses x Male Reader

Reader is Bi

Matthew / Reader's friend

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

You're a newly hired Doorman, that was helped by your friend Matthew whos a 'Cleaning Services' of the D.D.D. to get the open slot for you.

"you're set for today, did you watched the whole tape for your first day?" Matthew asked wearing the D.D.D. hazard suit. You put on you cap and shrugged. "I'm sure it'll be easy-"

"No..it isnt, Also i know you're Bi dont get distracted by Izaack or Francis"

"Who are they?" You asked as you sat on your chair. "The big smiling News reporter man and the Milkman" Matthew said as you thought about it for awhile. "I don't see a problem-"

"You cant say that yet, you havent seen them and i know you easily fawn over 'pretty men' " Matthew said with his fingers when he mentioned 'Pretty men'. "Like you?-"

"What"

"What"

"What.." Matthew coughed and shakes his head. "Good luck Y/n, one wrong decision you and the residents are dead" Matthew said as he left you work on your first day.

..

Its been afew hours on your shift, you encountered multiple doppelgangers that looks disturbing in somesort of way, mostly you hate the one with trypophobia on its faces. You met the Reporter guy, Izaack Gauss? He wasn't that much interesting to you but he's..cute in a way.

Soon enough, while playing with the telephone line you heard a tired voice from the other side.

"mm..Hello"

Holy...cow..

You froze for abit as he slipped his ID and Entry request through the dropper for you to check.

'Fuck that News Reporter guy, hello sailor-'

You cleared your throat as you checked the files of the guy in front of you.

"Francis Mosses" you read softly as he stared at you. "Yes..thats me"

'Ohhh...this is the milkman Matthew was telling me-' you internally said to yourself as your mouth went agape. "Hey-"

"Hm..?" The tired man hummed as he keep staring at you.

"Are you single?-"

"..."

"..."

"..."

'I want to slap myself for asking that-' You forced a laugh pretending to look more further into his information. "mm..I'm divorced"

You choked on your spit as you stared up at him. "O-oh" you stammered as you checked his ID and Entry request. "Marriage didn't work out?" You asked but then again hating yourself for asking him his personal life.

"I guess....as long i get to have time with my daughter mm.."

'He's a father-'

You checked all of the list since none of the doppelgangers traits were visible. "..It wouldn't hurt to know your name?"

Your eyes widen in surprise when he asked for your name. "Me?- oh uhm...I'm Y/n L/n.." You introduced yourself as he nodded.

"mm..its nice to meet you" Francis said as he yawned. "Long day from work?" You asked with a chuckle as he nodded.

"A dog chased me down the street..must have mistaken me for a mailman"

"Pft-" you snort as you checked the last remaining list. "It was nice chatting with you Francis, you're good to go"

"..say, me and angus had a night out..perhaps you want to come tomorrow night"

"Me? Y-you sure?!" You asked shocked and happy. "mm..i don't see anything wrong with you, you seem like a great guy"

"I'd love to!" You said with a smile blushing abit for the offer, Francis went inside the apartments as you wave him goodbye.

Soon enough you closed the metal covers and immediately called Matthew on your encounter.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Never thought id be here today, waiting for more Coopee Howars foot fetish content.

Tbh its not even that I want someone sucking my toes, i just love how into it he gets.

As always I speak for the however many of us when I say I love your stuff I cant wait to be fed again<3

Oh, this one's going up on the shelf. Y'all are really turning me into wretched little goblin who enjoys corrupting people, even moreso than I already was! And yes, I feel like not enough people consider the "receiving" side of foot fetishism. Having someone you really like and trust be into your feet (which aren't usually in anyone's favorite physical features on themselves or anything) is so fun and strangely ego-feeding. Go on and get someone hot to rub your feet or pay for a pedicure or something, friends. It could change your life!

"You really don't have to do this, you know." you muse at your narrowly-focused boyfriend as he cracks his neck for the fourth time in the last hour.

Initially, he had offered to rub your feet. After a long day of walking and standing, your ankles are often tight and your feet ache, and he's sweet enough to help you out when you're spending the night together. You'd been very eager to accept; you remember it well. It was only a while ago. How it had turned into all of this was still somewhat of a mystery to you.

You'd offhandedly mentioned, right on the verge of falling asleep in sheer relaxation at his massaging of your lower body, that you'd been intending to take some time to paint your toes for a few days, but you'd been too busy and tired to get around to it. Before you knew what was really going on, he was asking where you kept your polish but insisting you didn't get up, leaving you directing him through your bathroom, under the sink to find what he wanted. When he sunk back onto his end of the couch, the small wire basket, the one that contained all your nail polishes, clippers, emery boards and such, fills his hands. You try your hardest to not squirm at the idea of him digging around in your meager little bathroom.

It's almost surreal to see him dressed so "working class", reclining on your couch in a pair of blue jeans, a braided brown belt, and a white tee shirt. He had been wearing a fairly nice short sleeve button-up when he'd first come over, but the late summer heat inspired him to remove it. Your air conditioning works, but it doesn't work that well, unfortunately, leaving the place just a hair below "muggy". He's polite enough to not complain.

He's always a very gracious guest in your apartment, but you still find that you always feel a little embarrassed at your accommodations. You don't live in a hovel or anything, and you keep your place clean and work hard to make it homey, but knowing how much higher a standard of living he's used to never fails to fill you with mild shame. He wasn't born wealthy, though, and even now his split with Barb has left him somewhat hamstrung financially, so you know that he at least respects how hard you work to have the few nice things you have. It's a level of down-to-earth that you hadn't been expecting when the literal celebrity had initially begun to woo you, and it made you fall for him all the quicker.

The two of you choose the color together from the options, settling on a nice, bright white. He says it compliments the tone of your skin beautifully. Your place is filled with companionable silence as he sets to work, the only real sound the buzz of the multiple fans you have running in each room.

You're rather surprised at how well he seems to paint the nails, at least at first. For one, he has incredibly steady, nimble hands, working the tiny brush with practiced ease, so the little dots and streaks you usually leave along the cuticle and nail bed are nowhere to be seen. You suspect that he may have done this for Barb a time or two, but if he has, he doesn't volunteer it, noticeably quieter than he's been all night. You don't press, often afraid to breach the subject of his ex for fear of ruining the vibe.

Secretly, you also worry, deep inside, that he might think about going back to her sometimes. While he seems relieved by the finalization of the divorce most of the time, there are moments, vulnerable moments, where he openly misses his family. You want to be fair to him, to give him the space to express and process his feelings that he needs, but he and Barb had only been separated about a year when the two of you had begun to date. Head over heels in love with the sweet, sexy, thoughtful older man at this point, you fear ending up a rebound, your dreams sometimes plagued with visions of him leaving you to reconcile with her, or simply deciding that he no longer wants to date anyone, period.

You keep these annoying little dreams to yourself, by and large.

"Alright, they seem dry enough." he says finally, poking at one nail gingerly and distracting you from your rather grim thoughts. You watch him inspecting his work, and it makes you beam, a reaction that only intensifies when you notice his erection. Its presence doesn't necessarily surprise you.

Several times now, he's sort of goaded you into letting him suck your toes when he has you in certain positions, usually when he's got you folded in half like a lawn chair on your back and you basically can't stop him (or properly kick at him, accidentally or otherwise). It's not something you'd seen coming from him, but the way it makes you feel leads to you letting him do so whenever he wants, rather happily. He's very adventurous sexually, and the two of you enjoy trying new things together, so initially you'd taken the experimentation as just that; messing around, testing, teasing. But he seems to really enjoy both the act itself and your reaction to it, slowly adding it to his regular repertoire.

Two can play at that game, though, and you've begun to use his own moves against him.

You let the soft arch of your foot play over the now-straining bulge in his pants, a smile playing coyly at the corners of your mouth as he barely withholds a groan at the feeling. For a few silent moments, you toy with him, examining the white polish that perfectly coats each of your nails, nudging and petting at him as you do.

"Quite a bold little tease." he chuckles, the sound low and licentious. His left hand still dances around your feet as they rest in his lap, but the other dances down and quickly works the mahogany colored belt open, the hiss of his fly coming undone making you shiver.

Wordlessly, he tugs his cock free, staring you down all the while.

"Mmm, I think your initial foot rub offer may have been just a tad self-serving, Mister Howard." you muse, your voice low and rich in your attempt to be seductive, your eyes glued to the hand that's slowly, teasingly stroking himself at you. The head is already flushed a deep red and leaking generously, and you feel drawn to it, pulling yourself up into a sitting position to get a closer look, but you're quickly rebuffed.

"Not done yet." he responds, his hand leaving his erection, which springs up to lay flat against his stomach as he playfully pushes you back into your spot, his palm warm against your exposed skin for a brief moment. Giggling, you humor him despite the heat you feel rapidly consuming you, gnawing away at your lower lip as you watch him closely.

Reaching down into the little metal basket on the floor once more, he produces a bottle of lotion that you often use to finish off your at-home pedicures. His demeanor is all business as he sets to applying the thick cream to your skin, starting at the ankles and working his way down, gently massaging his way as he goes. It feels wonderful, just as his massaging earlier did, but at this point, you're beyond distracted by the very minor view of his cock you have at this angle, pressing your thighs together as best as you can to try and relieve the ache building in your clit.

"Mmm, needs just a little more lotion, don't you think?" he asks, thumb pressing right into the center of your heel and drawing a sigh from you, the sound of the cap popping open snapping through the air. He watches you closely as his grip eases, both hands moving up to warm the glob of the stuff he lets fall into his palm. Watching raptly, you finally slide your own hand into your sleep shorts, grunting quietly at the sparks that shoot through you as you begin to slowly rub at your puffy slit. His eyes are following you, and his already throbbing erection jerks visibly at the sight.

Both of you let out a low groan when one of his well-lotioned hands wraps around his cock, stroking it lightly a handful of times before quickly grabbing your feet once more, applying the extra product mostly to your toes and inner soles, which you watch with a delicious combination of lust and squirming bashfulness.

"God, you have such sexy feet." he murmurs, entirely to himself.

The two of you are often surprisingly in-sync for a couple with a not-insignificant age gap, and sometimes you feel like you can see his thought processes perfectly.

This is one of those times.

You've never given a proper foot job before, but the whole thing isn't really as complicated as it seemed in your mind once you pull yourself close, your lover's eyes glinting with want as you experiment with your body's position, the angle of your legs and ankles, trying to find what's most comfortable for you both. Eventually, you settle for sitting up and facing him, balancing on your hands and ass on the worn cushion as your legs extend forward, resting lightly along his own, spread open along the couch frame.

"You'll tell me if I do something wrong, right?" you ask, and he laughs at first, but when his eyes meet yours again he must see the sincerity there, because his tone is earnest when he responds.

"Of course, sweetheart."

Trying his best to help you, he cups your heels and supports your lower legs as you gently begin to rub against him, starting with your inner arch. He hisses at the contact, watching you very closely as you pet along his shaft with your lubricated toes, tracing the head with care. You can feel his precum cooling on your skin as you tease him more and more, building him up into a groaning, lowing mess, begging you for something he doesn't have words for.

His moans only increase in volume as you press both arches around him, squeezing his shaft as best as you can, raising and lowering yourself intentionally, trying your best to stroke him with your lower appendages alone. Your lover is frozen as he takes in your efforts, quickly becoming more and more coordinated, your skin becoming slicker and slicker as he leaks continuously. As soon as he regains any composure, his only move is to grab onto your ankles and hold on tight.

Spurred on by the wild look in his eyes, you press your feet together as tightly as you can, still balancing on one hand and your rear as your lover slickly fucks the gap between them. It doesn't feel like much to you, save for the slight tickle of the friction of his skin on yours, but watching him writhe with pleasure, his chest heaving hard as he breathes fast and shallow, groaning and bucking as you both glisten with sweat…the sight of it pushes you rapidly towards the edge.

"Fuck, baby, I love you." he growls almost absentmindedly, feverish with lust as his hips snap against them faster and faster, your hand between your legs racing to catch up as you both speed towards your finish. The confession makes you flush and clench hard, and a split second later, you're cumming harder than you have at any time in recent memory, finally losing your balance and spilling backwards, flat and staring up at the ceiling as your body twitches and jerks out of your control. Cooper continues to use your appendages to please himself, and you can hear him muttering incoherent obscenities under his breath as his whole body tenses, tight like a cobra ready to strike.

"Lemme see it, Coop." you breathe.

Still riding your incredibly tense high, you fight to keep your eyes open as you watch him toss his head back, his squared jaw falling slack as a low, deep, guttural bellow spills forth from him, filling the room with sound as the first shot of him hits your skin. Jet after jet of hot, sticky cum paints the tops of your feet, your toes, your inner soles, dripping hotly down onto his covered stomach as the head of his cock rubs against you a final few times.

As you both work to recompose yourselves, he pulls his soiled shirt over his head and uses it to crudely clean up the mess, enough that you won't be dragging it everywhere, at least. It's your turn to admire him, then, drawn in as always by his enticing physique. He has a very nice body, painstakingly crafted and meticulously maintained with hard work, and you know he's very proud of it, so you let your eyes linger rather obviously. It earns a wry smirk from him as he leans back a bit. You want to kiss him breathless.

"Well." you say after a few more silent seconds, a sly remark loaded that dies on your tongue as he pulls himself to his feet rather suddenly.

"Yeah, don't 'well' me, kid." he retorts, tucking his visibly still-hard cock back into his pants, his clothing disheveled, open belt buckle clanking back and forth as he leans down to take your hand, quickly yanking you up onto your own.

"Cooper!" you cackle as he holds you steady, eyes running hungrily up and down your body. His voice is deadly when he responds, his free hand coming down to slap your ass hard as he jerks his head towards the back of the apartment:

"You'd better get your ass in that bedroom, girl."

[rassicas]

idk if this is the question box )scratching my head) but thank you for translating that interesting tidbit about the ink tank! It had me thinking.. How is the ink refilled in their tank? I kind of assumed a tube was connected somehow to their sacs like an iv lol.. I think im actually lost on how the mechanisms of the inktank work for the inkfish. Ik this game's logic and biology isnt meant to be taken apart like this though it's fun to ponder bout it. Id love to hear your thoughts! Thank you kindly

I'd definitely give this post a read as to why the "ink tank drains ink from the inkling" idea doesn't make a whole lot of sense. all we really have in terms of words from the devs is that the weapons are not hooked up to the ink tank and that ink comes from the wrist. it seems like itd be pointless strain on the inkling to drain more of their ink into the tank... which they would swallow back into their ink sac?

I think the way the ink tank is filled is just as simple as it being filled from the pressure of outside ink going into the tank, like putting an open bottle underwater. this would explain why your tank refills very fast when going under the ink. in the case of hi-tech turf war tanks, the flow of ink into the tank could be more controlled, and have filters to keep it clean. The speed that outside ink flows into the tank depends on your ink recovery ability. (I think abilities are like digital tags that interact with the ink tank) Limited ink challenges would just be disabling the function of the ink tank that allows it to take in ink from the outside.

As for agent 3, their ink tank is literally just a soda bottle held with rubber bands. refilling it could just be like. opening up the cap a bit or poking a hole. maybe cleanliness is less of an issue since this homemade tank is just for their scrap hunting adventures where they would just be swimming through and taking in their own ink, rather than playing a team sport that involves using ink that others have used. Also with how an ink tank THIS low-tech can exist, as well as how turf wars started out as a back-alley street sport played by kids, and how many thick items of clothing you can wear, that also pushes me away from the idea of ink tanks requiring medical equipment like needles and tubes directly into the ink sac through the back (though this was what i initially imagined too) Unfortunately, No matter if you view it as inkling->tank->weapon, or tank->inkling->weapon, or how the ink goes in or whatever, there's gonna be contradictions somewhere. i feel like these things have not been thought about in depth on the developer side, or at least are not wholly reflected in game, like how some of the visuals seem to point towards that it's inkling->tank->weapon somehow, like the way the ink tank passively refills when you stand. but I'm going to chalk that up to being a gameplay thing. Because after all, gameplay takes priority and Splatoon Is A Game, and this leads to things like subs and specials coming from seemingly nowhere. (I don't recommend thinking too hard about how a realistic in-universe turf war would work, unless you like headaches)

...Final note, the ink tank needing to drain from the ink sac to function also is a problem for say, if a non-inkfish wanted to play ink based sports, which is mentioned to be a Thing that happens in-universe. Since non inkfish dont die in water and can't respawn, i belive they'd have to play under a different ruleset.... for those who cant produce ink on their own, I think it'd make sense for them to play with the ink tank hooked up directly to the weapon.

[daydrinking75]

fuck off i just wana get high of prescription medication so my back stops hurting and not participate in society. cant i just DO things? without the weight of having a future and fighting for to keep it. its not that im being forced to, but its my only option. i dont think its worth dying yet, theres nothing to die over really; the cumulative experience of 20 years really is nothing in the grand scheme of things. i have an idea of who i could be, and id like to see that person and be that person, but i can only do so if i keep living. and living means work. it takes a lot of work to live. and that makes me just wana kill myself because why is life--something thats upheld on this stupid pedestal and considered "good"--so damn painful? to me anyway. thats the unfortunate thing, i can only experience the universe through myself. these things are only painful to me, in the sense that without myself present, there wouldn't ve anyone in pain. and the world wold continue to exist. "painful" really just means inconvenient. then again, maybe i just havent felt real pain. im a white girl complaining on the internet with fancy words--i know how it sounds. and even then, pain beyond my understanding is just an extreme inconvenience beyond my understanding. it doesnt devalue it though, what was gained and lost from the pain doesnt go away just because it's a pest. thats the opposite of what they do. some people have wasp nests in their brain. some people clean them out, some let them fester--some people have butterflies (how wonderful that must be), ants, spiders--things of an infestive nature. they accumulate over time, its up to you how to handle it. its a responsibility, to live. to ensure to properly treat the environment of infectents. and ive always struggled to care. to give a fuck. i just dont. for whatever reason, on principle, i couldnt be bothered with responsibility. but i am by the suffering it brings. and the eventual suffocation--forget falling figs, i feel like im watching termites devour my future because of my conscious neglect. i cant stand it. and im sure this is a common occurrence. but i dont have a "will to live" i have a will to become, and the only way to do that is to stay alive long enough for me to understand and grow myself into someone worth dying next to. because im unable to become something when i die, thats all i am, dead. and all the blood and tears and trauma that comes with that concept. but in my experience life is full of that anyway, and the only thing that sets apart the "big sleep" is the act of ending life. it just stops. its a given that im agnostic--i wish i believed in a god that loved me, people often seem happier when they have divine love, even if it hurts others--and for me heaven isnt a place i'll find after i die. hell might be, but that doesnt change the fact that the afterlife remains provably defined as a variable. an entity of limitless possibilities, including nothing at all. the only thing thats known for sure is that its not this, its not life. otherwise it wouldn't end so abruptly. so life and death are antithetical and interchangeable; just two different states of existence. its not by any fault of its own that death is so painful; its a function, a process, it will execute its purpose regardless of if it hurts someone or not. unfortunately all things living, including people, are those who deal with the hurt. no one finds the things that hurt them appealing. well, thats a lie. if you know you know. lets say its at the very least impractical; if you want to live, why would you be attracted towards death? what a wonderful question. its a shame i dont have the answer. i have speculations, educated guesses, impulsive thoughts, but its about time i circle back to the point im trying, flimsily, to make; its impossible to live without thinking. without engaging in life. in society. in people. its those things that give us substance; reality is precious because its uncontrollable, daydreams wont ever compare. so maybe the unknown isnt so scary. its different.

[urfavdyke2]

some food for the horny dykes who need some powerplay, scissoring and a brat ofc

enjoy!

laying down watching a scary movie with her. She’s all big and masculine but shes actually just a baby whos scared of everything, I’ll let her hide her face in my neck, feeling her breathing right on me. id run my hands through her hair, give it a tug by the roots and tell her to watch the movie. she does as i say (such a good girl) after a few minutes i feel her hands grab at my pants. ‘please, can i just- please ill be quiet’ i dont want to give her the satisfaction of her hearing how out of breath her whines get me, i nod and help take my pants off. she slides down onto her knees infront of me and spreads my legs a little. shes eats me like a starved women, even though she said she’d be quiet, i can hear her tongue on my pussy, her moans vibrating through my body. she circles my clit with the tip of her tongue, her long finger sinks into me while she starts to flick my clit with that fucking tongue. ‘mhm im gonna cu-aah-mm’ she shoves her face in my pussy to hid her smirk, i feel myself release on her tongue. the movies is still on, just background sound now. i give her a kiss and pull her up and lay her down on the couch.

‘let me make you feel good baby’

‘yes please’

‘yes please what?’

‘yes please make me feel good mommy’

‘that’s a good girl’

i grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off, my tits are free (free the nipple) and begging to be sucked. she immediately lifts her head to get closer to my chest, i just giggle and push her down.

‘no touching, keep your fucking hands to yourself’

i ignore the huff that falls from her lips, so pink, so pretty.

i shuffle down so that im sitting on top of her lap

‘can i take them off?’

‘mmph’

‘words’

‘yes please take them off mommy’

i undo her jeans and tug her boxers down. i look up at her to see her eyes filled with hazy lust and need. i lick a looong stripe along her slit and bring my lips to her clit and suck softly, desperate to hear her moans as i lick her. i see her mouth open and i decide to stick my 2 fingers in her mouth, shes shocked by my movement but starts sucking them immediately.

‘such a good girl aren’t you baby, didnt even need to tell you to suck my fingers’

she whines in response and i giggle at her predicament. i remove my fingers from her mouth and bring them to her pussy, which is dripping with absolute need. i start sucking her clit harder, rolling it in my mouth and nibbling on it to see how she likes it, she loves it and i decide its time.

‘pleeease’

‘aw cute begging baby, do it some more’

‘please fuck, just put your fingers in me, i need it, i need to feel you filling me up, please’

‘fuck’ i grumble under my breath, i cant say no to her.

i sink my fingers knuckle deep in her pussy, watching her eyes widen and close from the relief of being filled , i continue this for a while, my fingers deep in her cunt, hitting all the spots she wants me to, i listen to her instructions, i want to lean her body, know what makes her tick, makes her moan. as soon as i feel her cunt clench around my fingers, i take them out and clean them up with my own tongue. she has no idea why ive stopped until she sees my shifting around.

‘fuuuuuck yes mommy please use my cunt,please put your pussy against it and cum all over her’

our legs slot together like goddamn puzzle pieces and i moan in a low tone. i lean my head back in pleasure and she takes this chance to switch control.

i find myself pinned down by the shoulders, her pussy still kissing mine.

‘you’ve been too bossy for my liking’

‘oh shut up you love it’

‘not when i get teased’

‘youre such a fucking bottom, you were just begging for my fingers a few moments ago, but noooow you have a problem? you know, i think you need to learn your fucking plac-‘

a loud smack rings through the apartment. and then a loud moan follows.

‘i cant believe you just fucking moaned from getting slapped. you really are more pathetic than i thought’

‘oh shut the fuck up’

she grabs my face, her clit touching mine for a blissful second before it disappears. her hair is loose and hanging over her and she oozes dominance and i will willingly give her anything she wants from me.

she squeezes my cheeks and releases them again.

‘you need to learn your place, you think you can top me once and now youre daddy? no no baby, i think you need to remember who makes you cum, who decides when you cum, youre mine baby, got that?’

‘i had you moaning like a goddamn bitch in heat, dont act all tough, you know how good i make you feel, you crave me, you crave my sounds, my taste, my body,, you crave all of me, i should bend you over and beat the brat out of yo-’

another slap is placed on my face, shutting me up for a moment. i feel weight lift off of me and my first thought is

i am oh so fucked (hopefully)

before i can whine or complain i feel my panties being shoved into my mouth, stopping all sounds from falling out.

‘much better, ill just shut you up for now until i wanna use your mouth, now let me ride this pretty pussy till MY cum is all over her’

‘yes fuck anything you want, please use my cunt’ is what i try to say, it comes out as more of a

‘uuef uh uhnyhin uo ant, ease eus m cun’

‘god you sound pathetic baby, cant even speak anymore, thats okay baby, all you need to do is be good for me ’

i immediately grind my pussy against hers, desperate to show her how quickly i have her falling apart on my fingers, even if im not on top. i need to see her crumble on top of me, no matter who’s on top, no matter who’s got the power, i am the one to make her cum, only me. her hands find my neck, her warm hands begin to roam my skin, i whine, she knows i struggle to focus on stuff when its her touching me, shes so trying to get on my nerves. out of spite i ground up, her hands falter for a second before i feel the on my hips, her fingers gripping me so hard, ill probably be bruised tomorrow.

‘dont try to make me cum whore, you dont deserve it’

i nearly moaned at her filthy fucking words but i need to save some face, i nodded sheepishly. her one hand leaves my hip and grabs my face, roughly taking the panties from my gagged mouth.

she mimics me best she can (with that stupid smirk too)

‘words’

i groan and say ‘i dont deserve to make you cum’

‘and who are you saying that to?’

‘you’

‘who am i?’

‘mmhmpm’

she grabbed me by the hair and lifts me up, mavovering around so that im laying on my stomach with my ass in the air. she slap my ass with one hand and lean over me, in my ear with a husky voice she says

‘who. am. i’

every bratty remark or disobedient thought have been replaced by her. daddy. her. all of her.

‘dadddy’

she laughs, deeper, more gruff now, my good behaviour must really turn her on. she flips me over again, her manhandling is just getting me wetter. we resume the original position, cunt to cunt, molding together. her hand is placed on my hip while the other is wrapped around my throat. she just keeps getting hotter and hotter.

she starts to move, her hips finding a pleasing rhythm, one that makes her whimper and her nose scrunch a bit, you look down at me with those gorgeous fucking eyes, ‘be still, and dont cum till i say so’

i knew in that moment that this was going to be the most difficult thing i’ll ever do. she left her lust take over, i tried to ignore how her mouth fell open and how her brows furrowed or the sweat that was collecting on her forehead, i didnt even notice the way her forearm was flexing and trying not to choke me too hard. i was doing just fine until i heard her voice above me.

‘watch how fucking needy for your cunt is for me angel’

my eyes hesitantly found their way down to our drowning pussies, she must’ve looked down too because i hear a soft ‘fuck’ from her, she starts rubbing harder, clenching her eyes even tighter as she chases her high, im close too, just a minute longer and ill cum too. but shes too far gone, she pushes me down my back and i watch as her tits bounce as she rides out her orgasm on my cunt, i am thrumming with need but this is about her, and all i can focus on is how her chest raises and falls, how her clit is still touching mine, how the sounds that leave her lips make me want to do sinful acts to her and i just have to sit there and take it, no touching, just watching.

her orgasm came down, she flopped onto me, our sweaty bodies tangled together, she giggled and glance up at me

‘round two?’

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

is it safe to contact animal control? I pet the sweetest stray in the world and I cant take it with me unfortunately but it's pure black and its pitch black out and I do not feel ok leaving that adorable thing outdoors. I was gonna let it hang in my apartment for a bit bc fuck it im deep cleaning soon anyway my landlord will never know, but it was a bit too skittish to follow me for that which I cant blame it for. ugh I wouldve loved to though ofc I get chosen when I cant even keep the kitty.

anyway if I contact animal control will they just pick it up and bring it to the shelter? that's all I really want to happen, there's also a chance that this is an outdoor kitty but if so I actually want it to be taken from the owner bc who tf lets a black cat outside at night. if its a stray it was only one very recently for sure it looks slim but not like emaciated and has a smooth coat and bright eyes

artists rendition bc I didnt have my phone with me

[ID: very simple notes app drawing of a pure black cat sitting down with yellow eyes and big black pupils.]

[regret-breathing]

complaining at 4am again: angry edition

its fucked up that not only can i not afford to have a room with walls and im forced to sleep on a painful couch acting as the live in maid/therapist to a woman i despise who behaves like a teenager, but i cant even get a job to fix this. like what the fuck am i supposed to do when to keep my current awful couch im sleeping on i have to be cleaning up after and supporting my roommate 24/7, but in order to leave id need extensive time to meticulously comb the atrocious job market in my city until some fuckass 711 will hire me because im not qualified enough to work anywhere else.

too broke to not be at the whims of this horrible soulless white girl, too exhausted to find a job, too disabled to have the work experience or degree that would get me said job, too useless to find a way out of this hell. all i can do is wait for her to get disgruntled over something minuscule and kick me out, or until i snap and tell her the truth about how i feel about her at which point im definitely getting kicked out.

im teetering on the edge of a looooot of bad shit right now and i dont entirely think im likely to make it out of this alive unless i won the damn lottery. brb developing a drinking problem in secret because im not “allowed” to keep alcohol in her apartment.

and hey, soulless white girl i live with, if youre stalking my fucking tumblr again and find this post, ive lost any remaining shred of respect for you and if you have any problem with any of this i invite you to come at me with a knife and see how that goes, because kicking me out and trying to kill me at this point will have the same impact. just know that without me youd have lost literally everyone you love in your life to your own childish bullshit if i wasnt coaching you through every social situation for the last 2 years, and i have more dirt on you than you can even remember so, good luck if you fuck me over because im a petty bitch who doesnt play around when it comes to my housing <3

[majorasnightmare]

being one of the people completely immune to raphaels apparent sex appeal (???) in bg3 is so fucking funny because ill see someone wax poetic about him and ill just be like. him???? thats the guy were talking about???

like gortash i GET okay. hes a greasy little raccoon but unfortunately he also just keeps stacking Ws in the funniest way possible. hes charismatic and weirdly earnest and openly a freak who commissions weird art. like he sucks but he sucks in an enjoyable way

raphael though??? dude OOZES desperation from the GET GO. even if you WANT to side with him, he straight up doesnt let you in act 1 and just makes you leave. he hires a stalker who doesnt even hide herself that well. his big negotation tactic is to loudly announce he has a macguffin, unprompted, followed by doxxing himself, before asking if youll pretty please mega promise to let him become god because reasons. and then you pickpocket his diary and find out hes been having Artistically Symbolic Nightmares about you specifically. the plot item hes been coveting since the beginning of civilization got stolen from his dads house (who also hates him) by the loser racoon he bought for $20 and near immediately forgot about, and the serial killer who lives in the sewer that the racoon befriended. hes canonically bad at sex and only fucks a copy of himself, or when hes feeling spicy, him but forcefemmed.

the only other character he tries to manipulate into a contract onscreen (as most of his contracts happen OFFscreen and we are told hes Very Good At Devilling) is a homeless child hes bullying, that he isnt even bullying competently. raphaels biggest w is a series of coincidental fuckups that all happen to occur close together that he contracts yurgir into cleaning up, and then tries to contract YOU into cleaning THAT up because its all rapidly falling apart and hes panicking. MIZORA is better at his job than he is because at least mizora manages to box wyll into a corner, whereas raphaels ego is so inflated he lets you pick your own poker hand out the deck then cant figure out why he isnt winning

like i just can not understand the appeal of this guy. id kinda understand if it was like hyping up your cringefail loser bf but every horny post i see feels like its from an alternate reality where he doesnt open every negotiation with "Have you braced yourself for my ultimate debate technique? 😏😉 You cant POSSIBLY hold out against it. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I REALLY REALLY WANT YOU TO DO THIS PLEASE" and then cries himself to sleep thinking whatll happen if you say no. his VA does a fantastic job yes i wont deny it, and its extremely based that hed be cool for voicing a raphael romance mod, but i feel like theres a mirror world where hes a suave dominating brooding love interest that i only see in glimpses through twitter posts and ao3 summaries