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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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age gap and daddy kink with jake?! maybe human scientist and jake becomes obsessed with how small she is and he has her call him daddy all the time, even in front of others 🤭🫣

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The reason Jake had initially been drawn to you was because of how much you reminded him of Earth. Sure, he had many unpleasant memories about the place, but he also had some pretty amazing ones. And you, with your young, soft human body, less than half his size, almost fifteen years younger, your pretty little ribbons in your hair, the little skirts you wore—it drove him insane.

Part of him was just allured to you. He couldn't stay away.

He made his every intention very clear, with his every visit to the lab, his flirtatious touches on your back, your face, your thighs. He liked to flirt with you, like to make you blush, liked to toss in a dirty joke every now and then just so he could see you get all flustered over it.

It was pretty obvious you were into him as well. No surprise there, he'd pulled every trick in the book in hopes to catch your attention. And it had payed off.

Not a month after you two meet, Jake decides to visit you at the lab one night. He's surprised to find you all alone in your bedroom, curled up on the bed as you read, wearing a thin tank top and a pair of tiny shorts for pajamas.

He smirks at himself as he playfully knocks on the doorframe. You glance up, smiling softly when you see him.

“Jake,” you say, surprised. He can hear your heart begin to race, it makes him grin a cocky, sleek grin. “I wasn't expecting you.”

“I can tell,” he chuckles, his eyes studying your body, your thighs bare beneath your shorts, your nipples poking against your top. He doesn't even bother to hide it; he makes a show out of looking you up and down, his cock twitching when you blush and squirm under his gaze.

You stand from your bed, arranging your hair, licking your lips nervously before asking, “Do you need anything?”

Jake shakes his head, stepping into your room, towering way over you, his eyes still staring at you. “Just wanted to see ya, kid.”

Your blush deepens, obviously flattered and flustered. “Oh?”

Jake closes the bedroom door and walks past you, moving to sit on the bed, and he just studies your bedroom. Everything smells of you, everything is just so you...it makes something inside of him grow warm and also...a tad predatory, feral with the need to make you his.

“I been thinkin' 'bout you lately,” he admits, meeting your curious gaze. “Kinda hard to get a pretty thing like you outta my mind.”

You laugh, bashful, eyes darting to the floor, as you question, “What do you mean?”

Jake smiles, reaching for you, his huge hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You swallow, eyes growing wide, your breath hitching.

“Jake?” you question, pretty doe eyes fluttering down to his lips for a split second before you meet his gaze again.

His smirk grows. “C'mon, kid,” he chuckles. “Y'know I want ya. I've made it real fuckin' obvious, hm?” He leans closer to you, his breath fanning across your face. “The only question is if you'll have me.”

You raise an eyebrow, coy. “You're not wondering whether or not I want you?”

Jake laughs softly. “I know you want me, darlin'. I can smell it. I've been smelling it for weeks now.”

You look surprised for a split second before your expression turns embarrassed, and you smile at him gently. “Touché.”

Jake's eyes are having a hard time staying on your face. Your lips are just so close, so ready for him to kiss...

“Well?” he asks. “Are you going to stop me?”

You lick your lips, glancing away from him nervously. One of his enormous fingers taps you under your chin to make you glance up at him. “Hm?” he insists.

You shake your head. Breathlessly, you say, “I'm not gonna stop you.”

Jake smirks as he effortlessly picks you up and places you on his lap, his humongous thigh rubbing against your pussy through your shorts.

You gasp softly, placing your little hands on his shoulders. Jake's hands splay over your hips, rocking you front and back against the hard muscle of his thigh. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes widened as you watch him.

Jake licks your jaw and then kisses down your neck. He loves how tiny you are compared to him, how he's a whole lot fucking taller, a whole lot fucking stronger, a whole lot fucking bigger.

You feel like a rag doll in his grip, something he could just toss around and use, something so fragile and delicate in his rough, calloused hands.

Something he shouldn't have. Something too young and innocent and sweet for him. And yet, there's nothing stopping him from ruining you. So, he plans to do just that.

Ruin you. Make you his. His, his, his.

The mere idea has his cock hardening under his loincloth. It pokes against your thigh, and the feel of it—so large, so fucking enormous—makes you gasp.

Jake chuckles at your surprise, rubbing his massive hands on your thighs to soothe you. “It's okay. Relax, kid,” he says. “Nothing has to happen, alright?”

You meet your eyes with his, your gaze dark and sultry. “You're not gonna put it inside?” you question, sounding disappointed.

Jake raises an eyebrow. “I don't think it'll fit in you, hon,” he tells you, fingers squeezing your thighs.

“But I want it inside,” you complain, making pretty puppy eyes at him. “Please?”

You're 22, Jake can't help himself. It's the fact that you're so young, that you can be so naive, that you're giving him the chance to corrupt you...He smirks. “'f you call me daddy, I might consider it, sweet.”

You blush softly, heart racing, but obey nonetheless. “Please, Daddy,” you say, and Jake's eyes flutter shut at the way the word leaves your pretty mouth.

“Goddamn,” he groans, bouncing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp quietly. “Yeah, 'm definitely going to put it inside.”

He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ignored the chance to fuck you and have you call him daddy.

He lifts you from his lap and places you on the bed. He undresses you, revealing your tits as he pulls your top off, then exposing your pretty pussy as he tugs your shorts away. He's delighted to find you're wearing a pair of pretty pink lace panties, tiny and soft, and his cock twitches at the sight.

“You got lube 'round here, darlin'?” he asks you as he curls his hands around your thighs, pushing them open before he leans his face into your pussy, inhaling your sweet scent.

You arch your back, gasping softly, and say, “In the—in the third drawer.”

Jake kisses your lower stomach, smirking, before he gets off the bed, moving to your desk. He opens the drawer and finds not only a bottle of lube, but also a pretty rabbit vibrator.

He can feel his body aching with lust. He chuckles, grabbing both the bottle and the toy, before turning to you.

You're on the bed, legs planted against the mattress, thighs spread, as you watch him. When you see what he has in his hand, your eyes widen.

“I-I forgot I left that in there,” you admit, your gaze locked on the vibrator.

Jake's grin grows cocky, spreading over his gorgeous face, making you drip even more. He climbs on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he says, “Have you ever used this while thinkin' of me, angel?”

You swallow, a blush spreading across your face and neck, as you nod slowly. “Yes,” you reply.

Jake slaps your thigh sharply, making you gasp. “Yes, what?”

You correct, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Much better,” he allows, studying the vibrator for a moment before turning it on. As the toy rumbles quietly in your room, you clench your thighs together, doe eyes locked on his famished gaze. He pushes your legs open and places the toy against your pussy, the vibrations purring against you through your thin panties.

You groan, biting your lower lip, and Jake watches your pretty face. He hooks a finger around the edge of your panties and pulls them off, leaving your soaked pussy bare.

He then slides the toy between your folds, making you shudder, before he slides it in, the shaft slipping into you with ease, the little ear pressing against your clit.

“Wanna make you come 'fore I stick my cock in you, girl,” he hums, thrusting the toy in and out, the vibrations muffled by your soaked pussy.

You mewl, hands digging into the bed sheets below, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Why?” you complain. “Jus' fuck me.”

Jake chuckles, simply fucking you with the toy, knowing he has to get you all nice and open if he plans on filling you up. “Trust me, hm? Trust daddy, baby.”

You nod. “I-I trust you,” you promise. “But I want your cock, Daddy. I just need you.”

“Shh,” Jake coos, kissing your calf. “I'll make it worth your while, kid.”

You nod again, allowing him to fuck you with the toy. Your pussy clenches tight around the object, your slick dripping down your thighs to the bed.

The vibrations are quick to make you weak, easily causing your pleasure to grow at a merciless rate. It has you gasping and moaning, the toy making the ecstasy coil low in your stomach.

Jake's predatory eyes are locked on your cunt, on how the toy slips inside you with ease, how your slick drips out slowly, the scent thick.

You glance down. When you see the look in Jake's eyes, a shudder slides up your body, making you moan.

He smirks at himself, placing soft, wet kisses across your thighs, licking your skin. He revels in the way you jerk at his touch, in the way you roll your hips against the toy.

“Daddy,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. “Daddy!”

You start to tremble, the pleasure making your body quiver. Your pussy is so wet, the toy causes it to squelch as Jake fucks you with the vibrator. He drags his canines over the skin of your thigh, making you mewl.

“Fuck!” you cry, gasping. “Daddy! Please!” you beg.

“I know, girl,” Jake says, gently biting your inner thigh, making you squeal. “I know. Come for me, angel. Come for daddy.”

You whimper, back arching as the pleasure rattles your every nerve. It grows within you, stretching out all over your body, and then your orgasm crashes over you, making you mewl. You gasp, writhing, as Jake drags your pleasure out, helping you ride out your high on the toy.

You're so sensitive, and Jake just keeps the toy inside you, still turned on, which makes you cry. “No! 's too much, Daddy. Please.”

Jake chuckles softly as he pulls the toy out of you. He turns it off and then licks it, tasting your arousal.

His cock is impossibly hard, balls aching with the need to spill their load inside your pretty, tiny pussy.

He removes his loincloth which is sticky with the precum that drips from the tip of his cock. Your eyes are quick to fall to his naked body, eyes widening at his width, and his length.

You're a little nervous about it fitting, a little nervous about it hurting, but the sight of it, the knowledge of how much bigger Jake is than you makes you excited, your body already growing aroused again.

Jake grabs the bottle of lube in his hand and spills a generous amount on his cock, smearing it all over his shaft. Then he spills some on your pussy, working it around your entrance with his thick fingers.

Your eyes are wide, chest heaving and falling with each heavy breath.

Jake runs the huge head of his cock between your folds before prodding at your entrance. He holds your gaze, saying, “'f you want me t'stop, you tell me right away, kid.”

You nod. “Okay,” you reply, breathless.

And then Jake's sinking into you, his cock forcing you open. Pain rings through your body as he stretches you out. You gasp, mewling softly, little tears forming in the corner of your eyes. And then, the head of his cock pushes inside you, making you jerk, and the pain dissipates.

Jake's ears are flattened against his head, your tiny pussy so fucking tight and warm around him. “You good, sweetheart?” he asks, studying your face.

You nod gently, body rolling in search of more friction. “Deeper,” you beg.

Jake chuckles softly before he carefully sinks the rest of his cock into you. At first, you think he really won't fit. But then, slowly, your pussy stretches more, taking him—all of him. Next thing you know, Jake's hips meet yours, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

You whimper, eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so big, so fucking enormous. He dwarfs you, his body so much larger, his strength outweighing yours by a long shot.

Jake grabs you by the thighs and lifts you until your ass is resting on his lap. Then, he starts thrusting into you, which makes you cry out, tears of pleasure spilling from your pretty eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into your soft skin. “Oh, you're so good, angel. Look at this pretty pussy, taking me like it was made for me. Goddamn.”

“Daddy,” you cry. “Fuck! 's so good!”

Jake watches you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your eyes shut tight, pretty tears staining down your face. You're so tiny, so small, your pussy barely able to fit him. He loves it.

“You're my good girl, aren't you?” he says, licking his lips. “My pretty girl.”

“Yes!” you gasp, trembling, his cock bruising your insides, your womb almost purring from how stuffed you are. “Yes, Daddy!”

The nickname makes Jake grunt, cock twitching inside of you. It's something about the way you say it, about how beautiful you are, about how your doe eyes don't give away a single drop of this dirty side of yours.

“So fuckin' gorgeous,” he says. The sound of skin on skin loud in your room. His balls slap against your puffy folds, making you squeal. His cock drags against your g-spot with ease, and you squirm under him. “So fuckin' perfect f'r me, kid.”

“'m yours!” you gasp, toes curling. “Daddy, 'm yours!”

Jake chuckles. “Yeah, I know you are, kid. I know you're mine,” he replies, one of his enormous hands splaying over your lower stomach, pressing down. You gasp as you feel even fuller, Jake's cock ready to sink right into your womb.

You tighten around Jake and he groans, digging his fingers into your delicate thighs, surely bruising the flesh. Under the palm of his massive hand, he can feel his cock bulging in your womb, rocking back and forth with every thrust. There's something about how dirty it all is, how you're letting him fuck you when he's almost double your fucking size, that drives him feral.

He bares his teeth, hissing in ecstasy, sharp canines showing. You peek your eyes open to look at him, and it's the way he's so fucking predatory at times, how he looks insanely feral, almost out of control that has you close to the edge.

“Daddy!” you mewl, trembling. “Fuck! Fuck!” Stars are glowing behind your eyelids, your ears are ringing, and every rough thrust of Jake's knocks the air from your lungs.

“Goddamn, 'm so deep in you,” Jake groans, your gummy walls clamping down on him. “So deep in this pretty pussy. Fuck.”

You cry out, sobbing from the bliss. “Please! Need y'to make me come!” you beg, your entire body quaking from the unbearable pleasure. It coils low in your stomach, stretching out, feeling like liquid fire that sears your womb in the best way.

“I know, kid. Imma make you come, alright?” he promises. “You're gonna come all over my cock, 'nd then I'm gonna fill y'up.”

You mewl at his words, pussy growing tighter, and Jake quirks an eyebrow. “You like that idea? You want daddy t'fill you up with his cum? Hm?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, tears blurring your vision as you try to meet Jake's gaze. “Daddy! Make me come! Please! 'm so close.”

Jake keeps his thrusts steady, placing his thumb over your clit and giving the little nub some much-deserved attention. You squeal at the sensation, the fire within you spreading all across your skin until you feel like you're going to lose consciousness. And just when you think you can't take anymore, when you feel like you're going to die, you come, squirting all over Jake. Your orgasm wrecks you, leaves you only half-awake, stars dancing behind your eyelids, black crowding at the edges of your vision.

Jake gasps softly as you come, his eyes trained on your slick that drips down his hips from your orgasm. You're so tight around him, so small and warm—

His orgasm crashes over him, making him shudder and grunt, “God fucking damn.” His load spills into you, thick ropes of cum that spurt right into your womb, his balls releasing all of his seed into your eager cunt.

You gasp at the sensation, but are too weak to do anything but lie there and take it.

As you two come down from your highs, Jake pulls out of you gently, watching his cum torrent out of you, dribbling to the bed sheets below.

Jake kisses your body softly, gently, and asks, “You okay, baby?”

You nod, breathing heavily, still too fucked out to talk.

Jake tends to you the rest of the night, massaging your muscles, kissing your skin, cleaning you up.

And ever since then, he can't stay away from you. He just about spends more time in the lab than he does in the forest. He loves taking you with him to the village. He'll hold your tiny hand in his huge one and lead you through the wonders of Pandora.

And what's more, he doesn't respond to any other nickname from you if it's not daddy. At the beginning, he settled for you calling him daddy only in the bedroom. But then, one day, it slipped out of you while you were visiting the village. Ever since, Jake insists on you calling him daddy for anything and everything.

He likes it. Likes how it emphasizes the fact that you're his. That he's the only one who gets to hold you, kiss you, fuck you, love you.

He loves that everyone can tell you're his.

Daddy's little girl.

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Not me frrrr getting carried away affff and writing like 3k words on this 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I just want to call Jake daddy, is that too much to ask?????!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 18 days

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HOLY SHIT THE CHUCKY SEASON FINALE WAS A WILD RIDE FOLKS!!!!!

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT AND CHUCKY IN GENERAL YALL!!!

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actual-changeling · 1 year

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This post is something that can actually be so personal and no I am not done talking about it. There's a whole concept behind it and the fucking hair ties are just one way of channeling it but oh boy is it a good one. This works so well with the hair braiding too and i cannot think about it to much or i will spontaneously combust, but I had to so I hope you enjoy the result of it.

Joel has a hair tie on his wrist because Ellie forgets to take a spare and when the first one breaks or she loses it somehow, he can offer it to her before her hair becomes an annoyance.

He has one because she gives it to him sometimes when they're laying on the couch and her ponytail makes resting her head on a pillow or against his chest uncomfortable. At times she also takes it out simply because her scalp is especially sensitive that day and the constant pull becomes painful after a while. There's always another one in his jacket pocket, too, so when Ellie asks him for braids afterward or allows him to do her hair he isn't limited to simpler styles.

It starts with hair ties in Jackson but there are months of different acts preceding it.

Joel carried whatever he could for her, taking more than necessary sometimes because the slim line of her shoulders being weighed down by her backpack made his heart ache even when he couldn't admit it to himself back then, not at first at least. There are water bottles, sweatshirts she cannot quite fit into hers that day, all of their food, whatever first aid materials he can find, even a spare bar of soap.

Then he starts carrying hair ties once they get to Jackson and suddenly he needs to keep a brush on him, too, and with the brush comes a comb and with the comb comes a hat and with the hat comes a homemade creme he traded for since her hands are uncomfortably dry sometimes (she never said so but he knows her), and after that what started as a small piece of twisted fabric turns into him carry a bag around that is filled with everything his brain thinks Ellie might require at some point. Sure, maybe he is being a little bit overprotective and maybe Tommy jokes about getting him a purse several times, but he can offer her sunscreen and a bottle of water during summer, he gives her gloves and a scarf in winter when she doesn't remember to put them on before leaving, there's always one of her books in a side pocket, too, and as soon as he finds her a new one, her Walkman gets an especially safe place in his bag.

And yes, he fusses over her a little bit too much, maybe even to the point of being smothering sometimes (she always tells him to back off when that happens and he does without complaint), but Ellie grew up utterly alone and without someone to look after her for fourteen years, she deserves to know what it is like to be cared about by someone. Whatever she asks for, whatever she needs, he gives it to her even when she could walk home and come back with the thing in question in less than ten minutes. There's always a snack, a spare sweatshirt in case she gets cold, space for the one she takes off when she gets too warm, a small sketchbook and a pencil both as a distraction and so she can draw whenever she feels like it.

No one pays any attention to it, and while Tommy softly teases him about it from time to time, the smile that blooms on Ellie's face when he quietly gives her something she needs based on nothing but hardwired instincts before the words leave her mouth tells him everything he needs to know.

Joel might not be good with words, but he continues to carry a bag and hands her little pieces of his love time and time again, hoping she can put the puzzle together, hoping she knows.

Ellie does the same, hoping Joel notices it, hoping he knows what it means, that with every time she tells him to rest, every cup of coffee on his nightstand, every night spent in his bed when she wakes to the mere suggestion of a nightmare and brushes them away before they can settle so she can put herself in their place instead, every trashy action movie she borrows from the library for their weekly movie night, every handmade guitar pick she gifts him, every single gesture she does not have to do but does regardless because she wants to, she is saying I love you, too.

They notice, they care, they willing hand over carefully chosen parts of themselves and the puzzle they piece together is one and the same, because paying attention to things is how they show love and it is oh so easy when there is nothing to look at but each other.

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #joel miller #ellie williams #fanfic #miller family #episode 3 reference because i go insane over half the lines they say fucking craig i hate you i hate you what did you do to my brain #also i finally got the bill and frank strawberry shirt and i am wearing it right now and i am in love #two old gay men living a happy life in the apocalypse is actually so defining to me as a lesbian #does that make sense probably not but its true #anyway inbox open as always it is easier to write you something if it's related to my current brain rot topic but i get to everything #eventually i just wanna do it properly

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ladymarlin · 5 months

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Alejandro becoming fluent in Chinese after marrying Heather and Heather becoming fluent in Spanish after marrying Alejandro. Their families think they can trash talk them without being caught, but Alejandro and Heather understand every word.

Was waiting to respond to this bc I was gonna do a drawing but ermm I did not 😅

Anyway! Yes. Absolutely. And they mostly talk about Jose.

#i personally hc her as Japanese but either way YES!!!!#and they talk mad shit lmaoo #ty for the ask <3 #pls send more my inbox is always open hehe #aleheather #alejandro tdi #alejandro total drama #alejandro x heather #total drama alejandro #alejandro burromuerto #alejandro td #td alejandro #heather tdi #td heather #heather td #heather total drama #total drama heather #total drama headcanon #total drama headcanons

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stillgotme · 2 months

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REDEMPTION COMES BACK TOMORROW

Catch up HERE! I'll also reblog where we last left off and a summary of the story so far will be posted later this week. WE'RE BACK.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #simblr #aliya's sims #valerie #chance #gen 2 #redemption #i had another edit did you think i wouldn't find a way to use it #let me just hype myself up ok i know nobody else cares and i've been annoying with persona 3 but this is big to ME #and as always if you have any questions my inbox is open!

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your-local-uwu-artist · 7 months

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i want to practice drawing ponies please send me your mlp ocs or mlp background characters to draw

#Mlp #mlp fim #edit: thanks for sharing all your characters :3 I am going to slow down on requests for now #but if you really want your pony drawn my inbox is always open :3 I may take a while but to anyone whos ever sent me a request chances are #do actually have the sketch in a to do pile fnkdsja

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thisismeracing · 11 months

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could you write some general hcs about mick dating a black!reader and some of the things that would come with that? ex: black culture, soul food, hair care, etc. :))

MICK DATING A BLACK GIRL | MS47

Warnings: mentions of food; quick mention of someone not listening to the reader, but other than that it's just tooth-rotting fluff.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to black people and our culture, what I am writing now (and usually do in my other works) does not resume all of us, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

I tried to be a bit general in some topics, but let me know if you missed something, if there's a specific scenario you wanted, or even just talk a bit more about the scenario!

He's obsessed with how many hairstyles you can do in a matter of weeks. Going from braids to afro to twists and then to Bantu knots and Mick just freaking loves all of them and makes sure to let you know that;

Will probably get you an infinity of headwraps because you love them and he loves to see you with them;

He knows you usually hate when people touch your hair, that's why he MELTS when you ask him to wash it and detangle it for you because your arms are hurting;

The most attentive learner ever, you can't change my mind! When you ask him to wash your hair and is ready to explain all the details he will know more than half of the process because he loves to watch you, the other half he doesn't know he's all in to learn;

He strikes me as the eager type, so he will be eager to learn everything, try everything, and do everything you tell him to: this goes from music and places to food;

THE FOOD!!!!! DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE FOOD!

Nothing is too spicy, everything tastes perfect and he will most likely ask for a second serve; You will find it funny how his face flushes, but he keeps going because "Omg, babe, what did you say this has again?";

I think Mick will most likely start inserting himself more into black topics, so he will read more books about cultural appropriation, systemic racism, and so on, all without bothering you. He's a big guy, he will do his own research, and once the topic is on the table and he shares something he read or noticed, it brings the biggest smile to your face;

Will immediately shut up and listen when you start to share an experience or something, and will make sure people do the same. Ain't nobody gonna try and make your voice smaller in front of him, they will be silent and they will listen.

WILL BUY A SET OF SATIN PILLOWCASES AND OTHER SMALL THINGS YOU NEED TO KEEP AT HIS HOUSE!!!!! Let's say it's the first time he's staying over, and he's attentively watching you do your night routine, then he notices the pillowcases are satin and softer. You explain it's because of your curls/braids, and then one day when you need to sleep at his house because it's late or something, his bed has two sets of pillows with satin cases, your shea butter, the lip balm you always use, and even a set of brush combs;

Will understand that he can try, but he won't ever grasp how it is to be in your skin and experience what you do, so it's just comforting to come home to him after a stressful day knowing that he won't judge or ask questions about your feelings. They are valid, and Mick won't ever make you feel otherwise;

He will make sure to remind you every day how good and beautiful life is. Mick will give you space to be soft and vulnerable and will give you lots of love because "you can't ever forget you're worthy of all the love and softness in the world".

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real-odark · 1 month

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HI!!! ARE YOU ABLE TO DRAW RTC TRINITY THEATER FERRIS WHEEL CAST NOEL? THESE ARE THE ONLY PHOTOS I HAV EWITH HIM IN IT 😭 ITS FIE IF NOT :3 HAVE A GOOD DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHT <333

YOU KNOW I CANN HES SO SILLY I LOVE HIM?

their noel is so cute thank u so much for the request!! i hope u have a good day/night/etc too:3 !!1!1!1

#having art block rn so thank u ricky for always coming in clutch with the asks #reminder that my asks r open :3 but i do have school and stuff so i may be slow #BUT i promise to get to them i love having them on downtime #okay enough babbling ill do my tags now #ride the cyclone #jett talks (me)#jett art (me)#jett inbox (me)#noel gruber #musical theatre #theatre #musical #musicals

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tephakawaii · 2 years

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La adultez y el camino del dolor

Creo que en la vida, nada duele más que crecer. No importa el contexto y condiciones de vida, cuanto más grande te haces más dificiles son las cosas. La edad deja de ser una excusa para cometer errores, y llega el momento donde nadie te perdona y eres condenado por tus errores.

Hoy con 25 años, pero sintiendome de 15, siento que soy una niña desprotegida que necesita ayuda, mis errores me consumen, no se como hacerme cargo. Acepto lo que he hecho, ruego por perdón, pero ya es muy tarde, le he hecho daño a mucha gente, no me quieren perdonar. Tratando de enmendar las cosas, pero solo logro empeorarlas. ¿Como reparar algo que ya no tiene arreglo?

Lo que más me duele es no haber tenido la intención de dañar, de romper o de arañar, pero mis acciones tuvieron efectos que están lejos de mis verdaderas intenciones. ¿Como explico eso? ¿Como les hago entender que solo quiero mejorar? Que no quiero hacer daño. Qué intento hacer lo mejor que puedo.

Lo que puedo entender es que la gente no vive de intenciones, y a la hora de la verdad solo importan las acciones. Nuncá nadie me enseño a actuar. No sé como hacer las cosas bien. Pero lo intento.

Quiero complacer a todos a mi alrededor, hago más de lo que puedo, no es suficiente. Me excedo, me dejo de lado, doy todo. No es suficiente.

Tengo miedo de nuncá ser suficiente. A mis 25 años es la unicá sensación que he sentido con claridad. Nuncá fui suficiente en el colegio, no fui suficiente para mis amigas no fui suficiente para mis padres, no fui suficiente en la universidad, en el trabajo... en el amor. Y no soy suficiente para mi.

Busco ayuda, consejos de amigos, terapia, articulos de revistas, influencers de life style, tik tok, espiritualidad, religión, peliculas, series, meditación... solo quiero dormir y no pensar. Busco el cambio, quiero mejorar, quiero crecer.

Estoy creciendo, creo que si, intento aprender de lo que me pasa, pero duele mucho. Duele tratar de ser suficiente, porque no se como serlo. Creo que estoy creciendo. Duele saber que me quedan muchos años, que esto seguira pasando. Me da miedo que las cosas no cambien. Siento que sería más facil si pudiera desaparecer, que nadie me recuerde, que nadie me ame. Pero si me fuera cargaría con la culpa de destrozar a aquellos que me amaron a pesar de todo, y a donde sea que me vaya, no podría lidear con eso.

¿Que solución me queda? Quedarme y seguir intentando. Crecer aunque duela, seguir siendo insuficiente, pero esforzandome para lograrlo algún día. Solo quiero que todos sean felices, y si lo son, espero serlo yo también.

Algún día.

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empresskadia · 2 months

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I've been productive today, I worked, got off early, did the dishes, and cleaned a little. I wrote 1110 words today [my main accomplishment] and got to talk to lovely people today.

And now, it's my weekend now

#it makes me sad some people's inbox aren't turned on #I understand why #but I wanted to slid into that dm and harass them with my love and positivity #kadia chatter #love and appreciate yall #i eepy #i'm gonna go get innout #because a grill cheese sounds good right now #and I don't have to get out of the car #also I hate budgeting #random facts lol #TeamComm is always open #even if it takes me 3 years to respond but i will #i promise #tags are fun

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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want jake sully to just fuck reader over and over, he can't get enough with that filled up messy wet pussy, even after all night 🥺👉👈

😩😩😩😩 sloppy rounds all night??? Yes please 🥵🥵🥵🥵

The night is dark and warm. The plants around you cast a soft glow on your sins with each movement your bodies make.

Jake holds onto your hips with a fierce grip, keeping you on your knees, your chest against the ground as he fucks you from behind. You're mewling and crying, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You've lost count of how many times you've come, how many times you've squirted all over Jake, how many times he's filled you with his thick load.

The sound of your squelching pussy is so loud. Between your slick that's smearing on your thighs and Jake's hips, and Jake's cum that drips out of you, you're a mess. You drip everywhere, soaking the ground below with your slick. Your drool trickles out of your mouth and down your chin while tears cascade down your face.

“Daddy!” you whimper, weak and only half-conscious. “Daddy.”

Jake spanks your ass, making you jolt, and he orders, “Shut it. You wanted me to fuck you, and that's what I'm doin'.”

He's not wrong. You were begging him to fill you, to fuck you over and over. You just didn't think he'd take it so literally. It's like he can't get enough, like no matter how many orgasms he has, he still has more to spill into you.

You whine, your cunt raw from his thick cock, your cervix bruised from the bulbous head. Even your folds are swollen from his heavy balls crashing into them with each merciless thrust.

You can't distinguish pleasure from pain anymore. Are you in so much pain that it's pleasurable? Or are you in so much pleasure that it's painful? You can't tell. You don't care. You can't do much but take Jake's assault on your body; you just let him fuck you.

He's using you, rutting into you like you're a toy, like you can't feel what he's doing to you. And that's the problem. You love it. You love the way he treats you like a plaything, how he uses you to get off. It drives you insane; and what's worse, Jake knows that.

His predatory amber eyes are locked on your pussy, on the way his cock slips in and out, covered in his cum and your arousal. The sounds you make drive him insane. Every little moan and gasp, every whimper, every time you call him Daddy.

Fuck, it makes him pound you harder, makes him dizzy with lust, his fingers digging into your hips, his cock bruising your gummy walls.

“My fuckin' girl,” he groans, dragging his canines over his lower lip. “This pretty pussy so wet f'r me. So fuckin' full.”

You mewl, body trembling, yet another orgasm building within you. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, sobbing. “Please! Can't 'nymore!”

“Yes, you can,” Jake replies, squeezing your ass. “You will.”

You shake your head, hiccuping. “'s too much!” you insist, the pleasure within you building like a flash flood, eviscerating everything in its path, growing suddenly and without warning until you're coming again, squirting onto Jake.

You whimper, nails digging into the soil below, body shaking violently.

Jake groans as you soak him yet again, the feel of your gushing arousal making his cock twitch inside you. “That's my girl,” he grunts, spanking your ass, watching it bounce from the force. “My fuckin' baby, always such a good slut.”

You sob, trying to move away from him, but you're weak and his hands on your hips hold you in place. “Daddy,” you gasp, crying. “Daddy! Please!”

“'m not done with you yet, sweet,” he says, his swollen balls aching with another nearing orgasm. “I won't be done for a long while.”

You shake your head, crying, desperate and pathetic. “'s too much! I can't!”

“Shh,” Jake coos. “Trust me, baby, hm? Just lemme take care 'f you, alright?”

“No!” you whine, mouth saying one thing while your throbbing pussy says another. Your body loves this, loves how cruel Jake can be. Even if you wanted to, you know you'd never stop him. You're too hooked on the pleasure to actually want to stop. It's not so much a matter of wanting Jake to quit his brutal fucking; it's more the loss of power you feel. You adore the fact that he's so much stronger than you, love that he's mean enough to use his strength and prove how weak you are for him.

Jake spanks you again. “Quit your whinin',” he hisses. “Y'already know things are done my way. I'll fuck you until I want to, until I decide you've had enough, hm?”

You gasp, another orgasm rising to the surface, your overly-sensitive body on the verge of breaking. “Daddy!” you whine, half-warning, half-begging him.

Jake chuckles. “Already?” he mocks. “You're losing your touch, sweetheart. You used to take my cock for hours, kid.”

But it has been hours, and Jake knows. He's never fucked you this long, never been this insistent on leaving you trembling and gasping and weak. He just likes to tease you, likes to degrade you only to praise you afterwards.

You cry out as you come, your limbs shaking, body going limp from the excessive pleasure. You're seeing stars; they dance behind your eyelids, make you silly and incoherent as you blubber out sentences. You mix your words, starting your sentences with begging Jake to stop and ending them with pleads for him to keep going.

Jake feels your cunt tighten around him, and he decides it's enough. He's fucked you dumb already, and his guilt is starting to take over.

His thrusts grow sloppy as he feels himself closer to the edge, as his cock twitches inside of you in warning.

“Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back. “Last one, baby. Give me one more and we're done, alright?”

You nod, eager, trying to push your hips back to meet Jake's thrusts, but you're too weak to do anything but let him use you. “Daddy!” you cry, your pleasure scratching at the insides of your womb, dark corners forming at the edges of your vision. “Oh, Daddy!”

And then you're tumbling over the edge, orgasm bursting through you as you squirt for what feels like the millionth time. And it's the final straw for Jake.

He grunts, body shuddering as he comes inside you, his load spilling into you and then dripping out from how stuffed you are. “Goddamn,” Jake groans, his hips finally ceasing their cruel thrusts, his body finally giving yours a break.

Jake pulls out of you and you just about collapse on the ground, body trembling with the aftershocks of your pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion takes over you.

Jake chuckles softly as he lies beside you. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his hands finding your body and caressing all the sore places he's been abusing for hours.

“You good, angel?” he asks, kissing your temple.

You nod, weak, sleep taking over you. “'m fine,” you tell him.

Jake smiles down at you, his eyes studying your gorgeous face, his heart racing out of his chest at the knowledge that you're his. Mind, body, and soul, you're his.

Just like he's yours. Just like he always will be.

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