#satifaction

[oddjob22]

[sendmyresignation]

starting to feel like slowly chipping away at 6+ pieces of music criticism simultaneously is making it impossible for me to reach the end of a project and grow as a writer. even just for my own sake.

[snazzi-strawberri]

Do u ever wish u can ., AUUUGHHGH......

[parme-san]

:3

[orangeisthecolorofblood]

tryi g to do computer stuff as a physical craftsman iss so fuckin infuriating. whhat do u mean i cant just.. grab it n forceit into doing what it should

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Is this the Casey All you can eat beef steak line

[call-memissbrightside]

Continuation of this

Katsuki and your son didn’t return from their camping trip until late Sunday night, but you were waiting.

Thankfully Katsuma fell asleep on the road back, and he made no fuss tucking him away in his bed. Katsuki waited to jump on you when the door to Katsuma’s room clicked shut, then did he take care of you.

It’s been a while since you’ve slept with anyone, and it’s been even longer since you’ve slept with Katsuki. Yet, there was no hesitation or embarrassment when you willinging took off your garments of clothing as you blindly led your ex to your bedroom. Katuski wanted to take in the little details of you, things that he might’ve missed or things that changed since the last time he’s been with you… but laying you out in the bed without any barriers of clothing to hide behind, with the moonlight spilling in just perfectly to cascade every dip and curve of your body, the young man decide to indulge just for once. If I’m lucky, this will happen again, he thought.

As highschool lovers that you once were meant you’d make love, you both were virgins when you got together but now you were older, wiser, and less awkward when touching one another. There was no hesitation, no verbal checks and balances like you’d give when you were sixteen. Now, his eyes asked the questions and your little smile answered each and every one of them. That night, five years after leaving Katsuki to raise your son without him, Katsuki and you fucked like you needed to make up for lost time.

—

You gained a sixth sense through motherhood, and you were startled awake. Blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes, you take in the sight of Katsuma, with rumpled blonde hair standing by the foot of your bed. Thankfully, you were covered with your blanket, and he didn’t seem to notice nor care that you were in bed with Katsuki..

“Mommy, I’s sick,” Katsuma whispered, a little hand rubbing at his eye.

You felt Katsuki laying behind you, with an arm secured tightly around your hips as his steady breathing tickled the nape of your neck.

“What’s wrong baby?” You’re mindful of keeping your naked body covered with the blanket as you sit up, trying to not startle Katsuki but he instantly wakes up from your movement.

“What’s wrong buddy?” Katsuki’s voice is heavily laced with sleep, but he takes a deep breath, peeking over your shoulder to look at his son.

“I’m hot.” Katsuma was sweating, perspiration wetting the crown of his head and the hair that grew there. His cheeks were red like apples, and his little eyes held feelings of pain.

The back of your hand automatically touches his forehead, eyebrows furrowed at the intense heat you feel.

“I think you have a fever baby,” You comment, worryness replacing whatever satifaction you felt just moments before. “Go lay back down and I’ll get the thermometer.”

Katsuma wordlessly obeys your command, and you don’t hesitate to spring up and get dressed. Katsuki watches you, you feel his eyes on your back as you slip on some clothes.

“What should I do?” Katsuki catched his shirt you threw at him with ease, putting it on and beginning to dress too. You don’t know how to answer, mind going on overdrive on how to proceed with having a sick child. Katsuma was usually a healthy kid with a minor cold every two years, but to wake up with an intense fever? What could it be? How serious was this? –

“Y/N?” Katsuki felt useless in this situation, he’s never dealt with a sick kid nor did he know what to do for Katsuma in that moment. He needed you to guide him, lead him, shit, tell him what to do because he was clueless. The young man could tell you were worried, it’s the way your face had a stony expression on it that painted a clear picture: something wasn’t right.

“There’s some medicine in the cabinet above the microwave, could you get it?” You asked him, looking through your drawers for the thermometer. Katsuki, thankful for some direction, swiftly went to retrieve the medicine. In the silence of the kitchen, did the seriousness of his actions catched up with Katsuki.

We had sex, Katsuki recounted, we had sex so now what? Are we together? No – he shook his head, finding a child’s ibuprofen – Would she even want to get back together? What about Katsuma?

Heading to the five-year-olds room, Katsuki put aside any lingering questions in his mind. Just like you decided, all those questions and decisions would have to wait – Katsuma needed him.

[tomssexdoll]

hi can you do smut with 2015 bill where he got caught having sex with f!reader? :3 if youre not comfortable with this, its okay<3

OFC MY LOVE

Caught red handed

PAIRINGS: Bill 2015 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: While Bill and Y/N are in a steamy love making session someone suddenly interrupts.. A/N: THIS WILL BE A STRAIGHT TO THE POINT FIC WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (missionary)

"Ohh fuck!" I whined, feeling Bills cock drill into me, hitting that perfect spot in my tight cunt. We had just returned from a concert, waiting in the tourbus for the others to return from whatever they were doing.

We took advantage of the time we had alone, I was underneath him, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust, his hands snaking around my thighs to wrap my legs around his waist as he pounded into me. He groaned in pleasure, leaning down and softly nibbling my earlobe, "god, you're fucking amazing."

His eyes gleamed with satifaction as he picked up the pace, his cock slamming into me with increasing intensity. He was merciless, taking what he wants, dominating my body perfectly.

"Mmmh!" I moaned loudly, holding onto his biceps and burying my face into the crook of his neck. His hand slid in between our bodies, reaching down to my clit and rubbing rough circles, increasing the immense amount of pleasure I was experiencing.

"Come for me baby, let me feel you lose control all over my fucking cock.." he grunted, feeling the way my pussy tightens around his cock with each harsh thrust.

We hadn't realized but the guys had gotten back, their loud chattering not registering to either of us, Tom and Georg walked in, their faces going from big grins to looks of horror, I noticed their presence and screamed, grabbing the covers and throwing them over us, "get out, now!" I yelled, they both giggled and ran off, slamming the door shut behind them.

"Jesus fucking christ.." Bill grunted, "ruining our moment," he chuckled before moving in me again, leaning down and capturing my lips in a soft kiss. His pace quickened, his cock slamming against my walls, the sound of flesh slapping together echoing through the room. He gripped my thighs, holding me in place, his fingers digging into my skin.

I rolled my eyes back, throwing my head into the pillows as I moaned loudly, "yess baby, be as loud as you want," he chuckled, feeling my arousal drip down his cock. He pounded into me, driving me into the headboard, his hand reaching up to my breast, twisting my nipple roughly, "you like that, don't you? You're such a fucking slut for my cock.." he groaned, feeling his release dangerously close.

I too felt my orgasm quickly build up, a knot forming in my stomach, the tension agonizing. "You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum, hm?" he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I could barely function from his cock pistoning in and out of me, I lazily nodded, my head hazy from all the pleasure.

"Good girl..such a good girl for me..." he groaned, reaching down and rubbing my clit again, I gasped and felt my legs start to tremble, my orgasm close. "Cum on this cock..." he grunted, his thrusts becoming almost violent, each slam into my body sending waves on shock and pleasure throughout me.

His dominance and power radiating off of him, he leaned down, biting and sucking at my neck, "say my name slut, scream it," he commanded, "mmh! Bill!" I cried out, obeying him despite me being sent into oblivion.

"Oh fuck, 'm gonna cum!" I whimpered, he cried out and slammed into me once last time, his cock fully inside me as he spilt his seed deep inside me. He kept at his pace, making sure I had my orgasm too, his fingers rubbed my clit harder, my pussy throbbing around his cock as my orgasm crashed down, "fuck!" I yelped, spilling my juices all over his cock.

"Ohhh good girl.." he groaned, collpasing on top of me, burying his face into my chest. I panted, wrapping my arms around him as we both recovered from our earth shattering orgasms.

Once we got dressed and went back outside, Tom and Georg were whispering to themselves and giggling while looking at us. "Had fun?" Tom teased, "oh shut up, don't act like we can't hear you fucking jerking off, you too Georg," I glared at them, their faces going bright red.

"Shut up.." they muttered in unison, Gustav bursting into laughter, "about time they got called out." Bill and I sat down on the couch, turning on the TV and watching a movie with the rest of the band, settling in for the night before we had to go to another concert the next day.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @ballhair

tags: @kaulitzsbabyy @kaulitzswhxre @cosmicck

tags: @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @20doozers

tags: @miyukafujii @ella1289 @tomsonlyslut

[v1x3n]

ฅ^•⩊•^ ฅ - STALKER KONIG

konig ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : noncon, smut

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : hes just a needy, pathetic little boy who has a crush on you!!

stalkerkonig whos been following you for some time, lurking around the corner of that lil cafe you went too, sitting across from you in the bar, dancing too close to you during while in the club - hoping you'd get sloppy and decide to thrust on him or something. he knew you were the type to do that, he had seen you give head to strangers and had seen your search history.

stalkerkonig who breaks into your house late at night, njot caring if you wake up or not. jacking off next to you - or if your out he would hump your pillow, moaning and grunting your name in utter satifaction.

stalkerkonig who knew you knew about him which made him hornier. it made him leak his boxers in precum, it made him love you even more.

stalkerkonig who would sneek into your waldrobe at night to hear you getting fucked and pounded by someone else or just to hear you using little toys on yourself. small dildos in and out of your pretty cunt as he would thrust his cock in and out of his hand slowly - thoughts filling his head as he wonders how you would act if it was his cock as a replacement. if you would cum and get this slutty and whine this much over that tiny dildo, he would wonder how much you would love his girthy, thick dick.

stalkerkonig who decided one night to sneak into your house a little later than normal, around 2 am. he knew you wouldnt have anyone around - but it doesnt matter if it did - he also knew you would be asleep.

stalkerkonig who stands above your delaqute,tiny sleeping body and smooths his finger along your chin and jawline. he adjusts your shirt so he can see your perky nipples - as if he could get any harder he does. he would oull your slutty shorts down to your ankles - following by your cute panties.

stalkerkonig who glides his hand along your abdomen and your thighs while pulling his cock out of his pants, thebounce as it comes out he could feel the precum spurting out slowly. he pulls your legs apart and slowly thrusts himself into you

stalkerkonig who slowly fucks into you, groaning as he does so. when he sees you awaken he goes faster, getting more turned on by the second. you squirm and try to get away as he gets rougher - probably ripping you a little with his massive cock.

“stay still, youll.. fuck ..youll hurt yourself”

“im…im sorry, but i have too” he grunts

stalkerkonig who overapoliges for his actions but he still cant help it- your scent, your whines,your moans and whimpers, your soft skin, your tight cunt: all of it drove him crazy , almost filling you by that factor.

stalkerkonig who ignores your pleas as his large hand covers your mouth,thrusting into you as you cum several times over his large size. whimpering and whining louder as the faster he gets, tha pain and pleasure mixing together as you gag while your eyes water and flow down your face.

stalkerkonig who mumbles things while one hand coversyour whining yap and the other trmbles up to your tits. nipping your nipples and squeezing your tits while letting his load mix with yours.

“sorry,sorry,sorry,sorry”

“your a good slut arent you.”

“cumming for a stranger, such a whore”

stalkerkonig who uses a mixture of degrading, priase and just guilt through his words.finally stopping after an hour of two of pure daze and cumming into your tight cunt he pulls himself out of you and carrses hyour face.

stalkerkonig who smirks at your blurry eyes while his fingers glide from your nipples to your clit. flicking it while your moans grow under his big hand. squirming under his large frame as you whine loud, muffled and your crys getting softer.

stalkerkonig who plays with your clit to get you to cum once again, flicking and flumbling with it as he towers over your and kisses your forehead.

stalkerkonig who sees you how dazed your getting and gets faster- grunting at your whimpers, trying to not get another hard on. once you had passed out, he leaves. the memorys becoming a slow blur when you wake up - unknowing whether it was real or not, whether if it was all a wet dream or just your imagination.

[yaknowlikenyah]

Truly. This asker is a mystery.

I assure you sweetheart, If your hair is long enough to fit in a fist then it’s long enough to make you a cute boy with pull-able hair. Nyah~

blinking so cutely at you do you really think so..... wah....... i dunno if i believe you!!! we're gonna have to test that to see. if. if that's still the case... yknow....

[yourstrulysims]

The Next Morning…😌

Well that happened. I will say this, remember how Jarrod felt when he got with Blessica a few posts ago? Does not apply to Nic the Romance Satifaction went sky high! But he did get the Looking Anxiety buff about being alone. I wonder what that’s about.

Continue for Jarrod

Previously

[loganslowdown4]

‘I thought I was your hero’

‘You are!’

Incoming Long Roman Theory…

❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍

Rewatching POF and Roman’s struggle with questioning what cThomas really believes based on what Janus implied made me realize something about how we look at the word ‘HERO’ in Roman’s vocabulary. I don’t think Roman has ever meant ‘hero’ in the swashbuckling, saving people, fighting villains, heroic sense (even though he acts like it and I’m sure casts himself that way in the imagination). WHAT HE ACTUALLY MEANS when Roman asked if he is a HERO, is if he is still the FACE or embodiment of how Thomas presents himself as a ‘hero’ in real life: aka a morally upstanding person.

In POF, Patton and Roman discuss why we have morals and how we use them to do good in the world. It is important to note that this episode was mainly a discussion between Patton and Roman for a reason: because if Patton is the moral BRAIN behind all Thomas’ decisions, then Roman is the FACE of all the moral decisions Patton makes. He follows Patton’s lead and acts as the ‘hero’ (and this is what the ego really does). So as the ‘FACE’ of Thomas, any actions taken means Roman is the one getting all the praise first hand, but is also taking the brunt of the criticisms too. For example, when Thomas went to that musical audition and forgot the words to the music, Roman hid. He was a ‘bruised ego’, getting the brunt of the criticism (or what he thought was worse than actually was). Roman has called himself a knight, a warrior, and a big reason why is that he faces all ‘battles’ of Thomas’ head on. It’s not just for the charming fairytale fanciful aesthetic (maybe it started that way). But I believe Roman’s character has developed into this complexity.

Roman’s role is to protect Thomas not only from objective criticisms, but also from failures of a moral decision. It explains why it was Roman who ultimately made the call to go to the wedding and not the callback. Even though Patton lost that debate in the courtroom, Roman knew that the morally correct decision was always to go support Thomas’ friends. He stood up and was the hero Patton and Thomas needed, despite any other disagreements or backlash. He knew that there was risk in this decision either way and it took a lot of strength to make that choice.

Here, Roman, saying that it was his fault for making the decision difficult to go to the wedding or callback, shows his willingness to take the brunt of any criticism, ultimately being the hero. He’s a drama king for real, but Thomas knew it wasn’t Roman’s fault for making the decision hard or even making the decision in the first place, and said so. Still, Roman tries because if it helps makes Thomas feel better, he’s willing to do it.

Another thing I need to point out: Roman getting upset when Patton said when doing anything charitable or morally correct, you can’t take ANYTHING away from it, including self-satisfaction or PRIDE. Roman is literally Thomas’ PRIDE and EGO. Denying Roman his pride, when he is constantly working to keep all of them safe from criticism, means he’s not allowed to be at all satified by the GOOD MORAL WORK he does do. It’s no wonder it felt unfair to him.

Finally, when Janus criticized the moral standard that Patton and Roman are trying to have Thomas live up to, Roman was personally offended. He has been doing his best to show the world that Thomas is a good person (which he is).

Here, when Roman is questioning how selfish Thomas will be before he feels ‘satisfied’ he says ‘you’ll have us believe that that time will never come’ which means that doing ANYTHING morally good, even the bare minimum, will deserve a reward, self-satifaction and more selfish time spent. This change in moral trajectory goes against what Roman has worked so hard for, following Patton’s lead and making those sacrifices. At the end, Patton’s main goal was changed to keep Thomas happy, which looked like he basically gave up and switched allegiance to Janus’ new plan. Does this mean Janus is the new ‘face’ of how Thomas presents himself and not Roman? THIS is why Roman left like he did; it felt like a betrayal.

There’s a lot unresolved and a lot that Thomas has to work out with Roman. But ultimately, Roman will always be a hero. He’ll be Thomas’ hero. Because he’s the one that makes Thomas a hero to everyone else. Time will tell and we shall see!

[emberunderscore]

oh ffs im thinking too many thoughts about this song now okay hey chat thoughts time

"Whose Eye Is It Anyway???" by Jhariah Very coded in many ways, the way i like to see it is for my midas villain au, and if you know that you know its split into three different routes and the one this song like . embodies . is the idea of midas losing themself to the decay, it overtaking their mind and drastically changing their personalitly . also i think midas deserves to be angry so i let them be angry.

ok analysis time

My head is overflowing, with these thoughts That if I return the favor you might understand

Their mind is racing with the idea that they want revenge on Reo for what they did, how they treated them when handing over Quixis. They want to return the favour of tearing them from their home and forcing them into that position without explanation

But I know, I know you could never carry the burden You've left with me and I can't give it back So why even try?

they can't give quixis back to Reo, so why bother wasting their energy on thinking about it

I'm reeling from all of the pain I feel it making me insane

the decay seeping in, overtaking them, it goes for their eyes first and in this au i like to view the taking of their eyes as taking their soul, and taking a part of them too. so they can feel the decay eating away at both their eyes and their very soul itself

If it's an eye for an eye then we all go blind If it came to it would you cross that line?

talking to themself . asking themself where the line they're willing to draw is . and are they willing to cross it

With the taste of the blood on your tongue like wine And the weight of your crimes weighing on your mind

the worlds falling, people dying . the rotting part of them feels amusement, a sort of satifaction at the power. like fine wine. but the part of them that still remains is weighed down by their guilt

It's an eye for an eye and we all go blind again

in a way they are blind. blind to their own actions. blind to the fact that staying as quixis is no longer their own choice . blind to the person they used to be . also . eyes . the bleeding eyes . an eye for an eye and no one can see . the idea of midas not being able to see like normal without their eyes. the idea that while they cannot see through their face, connecting to their brain . they can see. they are forced to see, through quixis. they have a sort of all seeing presence to them and they can only see everything all at once .

An arm and a leg, my friend, les yeux d'la tete

"to cost the eyes of the head" a phrase that means something is very expenisve but i really like the literal meaning. you know, eye motifs .

I never give as much as I get

an attempt to convince themself that they are gaining more than they're losing

This path of heart attacks is paved with folks Who only gave their enemies what they had coming

this lyrics is so mmmmm i dont know how to put waht im thinking into words but its so like midas wanting revenge and the other veriosns of them being just as bad and the "heart attacks" bit is just silly cause everyones fucking dying something seomthing

I don't know if it's worth it

D O U B T . i give this au of midas so much doubt, denial and self loathing . and they re so <33 anyways them doubting whether or not everything they're doing is worth whatever they're trying to convince themself theyre getting out of staying as quixis. power, vengeance, entertainment . whatever they can convince themself of at that moment.

[cutting out the repeated lyrics cause .]

Is it a knife or a lie is it in your back

to icarus , about the wack , the glitching about all the sillies . thinking unlocked thoughts in specifics

Is it all I need? Is it all I have? Will it bring me the peace that I need so desperately?

gods theyre struggling so much . they DESPERATELY want to stop being in pain . just for a moment gods all they want is one moment without pain but they dont get that . because they made this choice and they cant even remember why AHHAHHHH IM SO NORMALLLLL

Will I see?

they CAN notably see. notably they have to see everything except themself . except their own actions . except what they're doing . except how theyve LOST THEMSELF

It's an eye for an eye and we all go blind again

they want to make everyone go blind at this point . they dont care . theyve lost the ability to care .

When you seek vengeance you must dig two graves

AHHHHHHHHH THIS LYRIC AKLFNAJWBDFJKABWKJA . OK SO THEY WANT VENGEANCE AGAINST THE POSITION OF QUIXIS ITSELF . THEY THINK ITS UNFAIR AND BULLSHIT AND IN ORDER TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE POSITION THEY HAVE TO DIE. WHATERVER THEIR REASONING IS (OR WHAT THEYVE CONVINCED THEMSELF IT IS) THEY END UP FUCKING DEAD .

[last verse is repeated lyrics]

[yaknowlikenyah]

Y’all should tell him how cute he would be as a whimpering mess❤️

Make the audio Sweetheart ❤️ Nyah~

Oh the pet names… I’m gonna die

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[unsoliciteddakpics]

Morning Satifaction

I woke before my alarm, the room still dark and quiet, my body reacting to the warmth of yours beside me. I felt the familiar ache, hard as a rock, pressing against the sheets. You'd told me before-if I ever woke up like this, I could just slide into you, that you wouldn't mind, that it might even turn you on. But as l lay there, watching you sleep so peacefully, I couldn't bring myself to wake you right away.

Instead, I admired you, taking in every detail.

Your body, bathed in the soft glow of early morning, looked like perfection-your smooth skin, still warm from sleep, your breasts rising and falling softly with each breath. I couldn't take my eyes off the curve of your waist, leading down to your legs, slightly parted. You were completely bare, still glistening from our time together just a few hours earlier. The memory of it, of being inside you, made my pulse quicken.

Unable to resist any longer, I reached out, my fingers grazing your skin, moving lightly over your shoulder and down your side, savoring the softness. I felt like I was stealing a moment, my hand trailing across your stomach before gently brushing over your breasts. They were firm, yet soft, fitting perfectly in my palm as I squeezed ever so slightly, careful not to wake you. The sight of you, vulnerable and beautiful, sent a surge of desire through me.

As I touched you, I stroked myself slowly, my hand moving in time with the rhythm of your breathing. I wanted you, wanted to wake you and feel you against me, but I held back, lost in the moment of quiet reverence. The heat of my body, the softness of yours-it was overwhelming. My thumb circled gently over your nipple, teasing it to hardness, while my other hand worked myself harder, my breath shallow with need.

The tension built inside me, and before I knew it, I couldn't hold back any longer. My release came suddenly, shuddering through me as I tried to stifle a groan, not wanting to break the spell of the morning. My hand was still on your body as I came, the warmth of my climax spreading through me. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, still in awe of you.

Afterward, I felt a sense of calm, my mind clear again. I carefully got out of bed, taking a long shower, trying to wash away the lingering heat. You were still asleep when I left for work, blissfully unaware of what had just transpired-of how deeply I desired you, even in the quiet moments when you're unaware.

[ae-cha08]

We may want something, we may be praying for something, God may have promised us something and is asking us to wait for it. But the Bible says that those who seek the Lord lack no good thing.

We are complete and satisfied and fulfilled regardless of whatever state we are in because in Him, there is FULLNESS of LIFE - of joy, of peace, of hope.

May we find utmost satifaction in His presence. 💙