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aledmorningstar · 2 months

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╰┈➤Bad joke

Summary: Sukuna discovers that you don't like jokes.

Relationship: Ryomen Sukuna/Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Note: Slow updates, my editor and I are in a fight with my university administrators.

-‘๑’-: No curses au, uni au, sfw, humor, fluff, slight angst

The terrible hours of class had finally ended, the hard day of university had culminated its torture at 6:00 pm, every day you reconsidered the idea of continuing studying so intensely, did you really need that university degree?

Without a doubt, life sounded more beautiful in an imaginary world, being a pretty housewife who patiently waited for her millionaire husband who loved her madly, your days would be spent helping your children with their homework and wasting an unreasonable amount of money on any whim.

“We've told you to stop daydreaming, it could be dangerous in the wrong places.”

Your daydream was interrupted by one of your best friends, it seemed like your group of friends had already finished putting away their belongings and were just waiting for you to leave the classroom.

"Oh I'm sorry. I was just thinking about the future."

“Is the young lady returning to the fantasy of married life with her impolite boyfriend?”

"Hey! I already told you not to talk about him like that."

You argue while you put your notebooks and computer in your bag, the one that your boyfriend Ryomen had given you on your birthday even though you told him that a gift was not necessary, you knew how difficult it must be for him and how limited which can sometimes be the money in your situation; his mother, playing the role of both parents and trying to provide a bright future for her children; Yuji, his twin who had to complete several courses to be a firefighter and also study a Bachelor's degree in automotive mechanics; and finally Ryomen himself, who had to complete his university career as a lawyer.

It was definitely not easy for him or his family, unlike you, who had lived the life of a princess in an imaginary bubble impenetrable by the dangers and worries of reality. Even though you had insisted on helping that modest family financially, you were not allowed to do so. Both Sukuna and his brother and mother refused to accept a cent of your generous support, saying that they did not want to take advantage of your kindness. That did not stop them from you gave expensive gifts to each one on special dates.

Maybe that was the reason behind that expensive gift from your boyfriend, one day he simply listened to you talk about that beautiful designer bag that was going to become fashionable with its next release on sale, he used all his savings and even did part-time jobs, washing cars, walking dogs, helping model clothes for the fashion design department; just to be able to see a cute and excited smile on your face.

You are a princess, the most beautiful flower he could find and of course he would give you everything you deserve, everything that fine society has given you and he does his best so that you do not have any lack by his side, to be worthy of you.

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you had pre-ordered that bag thanks to your father's contacts and that you had to refund it, angering some merchants for their wasted efforts.

“Hurry up, if we don't get to the cafe on time the tables will be full.”

Like every Friday you and your friends got together to talk about the latest news in your lives, your social circle was mostly made up of girls just as privileged as you, it wasn't difficult for your father to convince you to choose a career in law, much less make you enter one of the most demanding and prestigious schools in the country.

Your friends are good girls, you knew that otherwise you wouldn't have even looked at them; However, like you, they were overprotected and followed the sophisticated rules that society had imposed on them. This was one of the reasons why they didn't quite agree with your relationship with Ryomen Sukuna, a commoner in their eyes.

Like any conversation between friends, the topic of boys and relationships could not be avoided, a topic in which you came to light with your strange relationship of “opposite poles”, the little princess of the city and the delinquent of the campus, it was the funniest and most interesting experiment your friends could witness.

“So… How is our little princess's relationship going? Did he already ruin it?”

Of course there were going to be silly comments that doubted that your relationship was authentic and that waited for the slightest mistake from your boyfriend to shout in your face “I told you so.”

"No and he won't, you don't know my 'kuna"

“We know his history”

Even though all your friends were always supportive and kind to you, there was one in particular who wasn't very nice. Ann, always making sarcastic comments and believing herself to be better than everyone, everyone could see how jealous she was of you; She had been the last to join the group, one day you saw her alone and decided to integrate her into your group, unfortunately you never found the words to tell her that you no longer wanted to be her friend.

“Come on, darling, everyone here remembers how your relationship began.”

“He has changed, he is not the same person he was before, he is a new man”

Sure, your relationship may not have started off in the most convincing way possible, there were lies, misunderstandings and a lot of tears, but everything is different now. Now you have the romance that any girl could dream of, one full of love, affection and trust of those you only find in books, you would have your happily ever after.

“Well, I'll wait for your bad boy to do one of his things and don't say I didn't warn you.”

"When pigs fly, that's not going to happen"

The atmosphere had frozen in an awkward silence as you and Ann exchanged a big forced smile, it was strange to see you angry because of your sweet personality, but it would certainly be even stranger not to see you jump into an argument that included Ryomen Sukuna's name, you are his unofficial lawyer.

“Okay girls, let's talk about something else…”

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You love Fridays, the best day of the week, since you could sleep over at your loved one's house and enjoy the weekend in his arms watching movies, doing puzzles, taking photos, listening to music, talking, watching videos, going out on dates, ordering takeout or even when he played a video game on the console and you were left coloring the pictures he printed for you (sometimes he needs his space).

That Friday the drawings were finished quickly, so you decided to watch some videos on your tiktok while Sukuna played a video game that you only knew had weapons because of the shots. The videos on your fyp were about pranks between couples (something that amused you), some light and others a little harsh.

Sukuna was someone who was a joker, someone who liked to make jokes but couldn't stand having one played on him; However, you were a couple, a slight joke between you could be kind of funny, it wasn't even a funny joke you just wanted to see how funny his reaction could be.

A message made Sukuna's phone ring, you thought it was the perfect time for your little act as you held back your laughter.

“Who is sending you so many messages? You have another girl, right?”

Your comment surprised Sukuna slightly, you weren't the jealous type, he looked at you for a split second and that was enough for him to know you were joking, he can play too.

"Oh my love. It's not even one girl, they´re five precious ones."

The amused smile that adorned your face disappeared in an instant, being replaced by a strange grimace, your eyes glistening from the tears that formed and that you refused to let go as you bit your trembling lower lip, preventing any sound.

"Really?"

“Of course, pretty. I'm too cool to stay with just one girl."

Memories of your conversation with Ann invaded your mind, Sukuna Ryomen had a past that was difficult to overcome, would he really change overnight for you?

Your boyfriend quickly realized that you had started packing your belongings back into your suitcase, why would you do that? The plan was that you would stay with him like every weekend, what was happening?

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

Well, you had dropped a little bomb that exploded in your face and you didn't like it, but you wouldn't let him notice that it dealt a low blow at least for you.

“I'm just putting my things away. “Can you pass me my colored pencils?”

Sukuna decided to make the difficult decision to abandon his game and pay attention to the seemingly serious situation that was occurring with his beloved.

He did as you asked, you put away your colored pencils next to your other belongings with quick movements and finally wrote something furiously on your phone.

“I asked you a question, what are you doing?”

“Nothing… I'm asking my driver to come pick me up.”

"Now?"

“Yes, now. In fact I'm writing to him 'Please hurry up, I want to leave here right now, come as fast as you can'”

You could barely feel the force and speed with which Ryomen snatched the phone from your hands, he stood up and placed your phone on one of the highest pieces of furniture in the living room.

"Why would you do that?"

"What do you mean why? Did you hear what you said earlier?”

The hardest question you can ask a man, ask him the reason why his girlfriend was angry. The pink-haired man's reasoning quickly went to work.

Connect the dots, you had gotten angry within a period of 5 minutes, you weren't angry with him before that time, all he had done was play video games. Had that bothered you? No, he had given you drawings of your favorite characters to entertain you, the only thing he had done besides playing had been answering your joke... Oh.

“Ah, that's it.”

“Is that all you will say?”

Okay, a mental note for Sukuna: You like making jokes, you don't like having them made or returned to you. You're a crybaby, but he still loves you.

“Sorry, love, it was a joke. You know that I only love you, you are the only girl who occupies my heart, the owner of my soul and my body, I would kill for you, ask me to kill for you."

Ryomen approached to hug you from behind, he placed one of his hands on your abdomen and one on your shoulder, crossing your chest to bring you closer to him, you could feel his breath on your neck and after a few seconds you shivered from the kisses he gave you. he left on your cheek.

“I didn't find your joke funny.”

“In my defense, you started joking that I had another woman. You’re a baby, jokes aren’t your thing, darling.”

The look on your face made him feel like he had just kicked a puppy, his solution was to carry you back to the couch and hold you in his arms.

"I'm sorry baby. You can choose the movie we watch today, deal?”

"Deal"

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭 master list is here

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blakeswritingimagines · 4 months

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Dating Yandere Jason Todd Would Include:

The key to dating him as a yandere is to try and be as transparent and honest with him as possible. He may have some violent tendencies, but he's pretty easygoing. Most yanderes are obsessive, and he's no exception. He's very loyal, but he expects the same from you. He just needs attention and assurance that he's appreciated.

He also needs the sense that you have no secrets. He can't function without knowing everything. It may sound unreasonable and controlling, but it's a product of his obsessive tendencies. If he can't know everything about you, then he'll be consumed by jealousy and paranoia.

If he catches you cheating on him, or lying to him, you’d better pray for a quick death, because it's going to be messy.

He's very possessive, so there will always be drama. He just wants to be the sole focus of your life. He doesn’t like sharing, and he’ll take extreme measures if anyone tries to break your relationship. That being said, he's not the abusive type unless you give him a reason to be. If anything, he's incredibly gentle. He’ll give you attention, affection, and reassurance.

He needs to know that he's the center of your world. He does have some violent tendencies, but he's not going to do anything crazy unless something crazy happens first. And while he may come off as a bit creepy sometimes, he really tries to be romantic at heart. He's very attentive and he likes to express his love by doing thoughtful and romantic gestures.

He's very protectively possessive. He doesn't want anyone else to have contact with you, let alone make a move on you. If someone does make a move, he'll get violent. He makes it important to explain to you that he's only like this because he truly cares about you. He just wants you to be safe.

He's very jealous. If someone tries to take you away from him, or if he thinks someone else has their sights set on you, He will react strongly and violently to the situation. He doesn't like to share and he doesn't trust others around you.

My job as Red Hood and leader of the Outlaws can cause some tension between me and my significant other. I spend a lot of time out patrolling Gotham and doing my job, which means there isn’t always a lot of time to focus on my relationship. Sometimes I have to make a choice between being with my partner and fighting crime, and it’s not always an easy choice.

He would probably resort to some drastic measures to keep you from leaving. He would try to guilt trip you into staying by making you think he would be emotionally devastated and unable to go on without you. If you still insisted on leaving, he would probably resort to more serious means of keeping you from going, such as threatening you or physically keeping you by force.

He would probably use excessive amounts of affection as a method of manipulating you. He would probably dote on you and make it very clear to you that he was obsessed with you and would do anything for you. He would be overly affectionate and clingy and would want constant reassurance that you loved him and were committed to being with him.

He would put a lot of effort into making every date you had as special and memorable as possible. He would want to do everything possible to make sure that you enjoyed yourself and felt appreciated. He would go out of his way to plan the perfect dates, with romantic dinners, candlelit rooms, and thoughtful gifts. He would try to make you feel happy and valued in every way he could.

His behavior in a harsh way would involve getting extremely emotional and using intense reactions to threaten or intimidate you. He would probably use a lot of manipulation tactics like guilt-tripping, being clingy and obsessive, and threatening physical violence. He would also probably use a lot of verbal abuse and gaslighting to try and control you and control the situation.

He's not exactly the type to take things slow once he's obsessed with you. When he loves you, he loves you, and the feelings are intense. He'll do anything for you. Everything you do together is like a dream to him.

The most important thing is to not take advantage of his obsession, which can lead to some… extreme measures. Make sure to do your best to reciprocate his feelings. And most importantly, just be yourself. Once you become close, you'll have nothing to worry about.

If anyone even glances at you with a shred of malice, he will end them. He will make sure that no one else ever gets the chance to hurt you. In his mind, it’s you and him. And he will make sure that he is the only thing in your life.

The Joker is a little different. He’s a sick, twisted man that can only bring pain and destruction. He’s on a different level. If Jason came across him trying to harm his partner, he would kill him. No hesitation. This is the Joker we’re talking about. You mean far too much to him to let Joker even touch you.

People have always been strict. They always wanted Jason to “follow the rules” and “behave”. His personality traits didn’t really fit that lifestyle, so his family has always tried to tone him down and control him. It’s never worked. As he grew up though, it was more of the world itself that tried to control him. People would ridicule, look down on, and misunderstand him and his yandere tendencies. As a result, he just got resentful and developed even more extreme tendencies.

Being honest with him helps you, being upfront with all your feelings, trying your best not to keep anything from him, and giving him enough time and attention. If you do all that, then you shouldn't have any problems dating a yandere. And if you do that for him, then I can guarantee that he'll be the most loyal and devoted boyfriend you've ever had.

If he was being completely honest, he feels like he loves you. There’s this intense, uncontrollable feeling inside of him that makes his heart race whenever he sees you. It’s like the world stops around him whenever you’re together. It’s like he can’t help but want to be with you, want to protect you, want to make you happy.

Absolutely. In a heartbeat would marry you. He's never felt this way about anyone before in his life. Being with you just feels right in every way possible. He wouldn’t need to think twice about it. He would also move you both. Gotham is a beautiful city in many ways, but there's also a toxic atmosphere that permeates the whole place, you know? He knows there are better communities out there for you both to build your lives in. He knows Gotham is home and all, but there's nothing here worth going to bed worried every night if he's going to be shot or attacked by some gang or supervillain and not come home to you.

His favorite is probably bondage. Sometimes he needs to be restrained, other times he needs to restrain you. It just gives him a sense of excitement and control, when he feels like he doesn’t have much of it normally.

He also enjoys foreplay activities like kissing and touching, he likes a lot of foreplay before moving on to the main event. He enjoys the intimacy and connection that come from foreplay, and it is important to him to take the time to make sure you are fully aroused and comfortable before moving forward.

Beyond his general enjoyment of being dominant, he is also a bit of an exploration junky, so he likes to try new things and new experiences with you.

He likes to incorporate some sensory play into your intimate moments. He particularly enjoys having you run your hands and fingernails all over his body, as well as rubbing him with warm or cold lubricants. Another thing he likes to include is some pain play, such as spanking and pinching.

He enjoys exploring and experimenting with different textures and sensations, such as ice cubes, feathers, or even warm wax.

He likes it when you take a more passive role. He enjoys it when you show him through your body language that you are enjoying his touch and attention. He also likes it when you give him feedback and positive reactions, like moaning or saying you like what he's doing.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood #yandere red hood #yandere jason todd #tw yandere #yandere #dating would include

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ms-demeanor · 2 years

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Actually I do think that it's super important to talk about the fact that cutting 500 calories a day for a 1lb a week weight loss is considered "slow" or "moderate" weight loss.

*IF* you can sustain that for a year that is a 52 pound loss in a year, which is pretty fucking fast, actually, but people act like you're a hopeless defeatist if you start talking about weight loss in terms of 1 pound a month because people want *results* but if you're talking about being able to sustain weight loss (which some people just straight up cannot for a variety of reasons and is not reasonable to *expect* everybody to be able to do) then it's kind of fucking bonkers that doctors and the American heart association and diabetes infographics and whatever talk about doing the kinds of diets that typically only last 3-6 months (12-26 pounds at a pound a week) and expect people to maintain those losses.

When you talk to doctors it is extremely reasonable to say "okay, and how, specifically, should I do that?" when they say to lose twenty pounds, but what is ALSO a very reasonable question that I never see brought up is "okay, by when?" and if they say "within the next year" it's also perfectly reasonable to say "why does it have to be in that time period?" Because if we're talking about the benefits of a 5% weight loss for reducing the weight-associated risks of heart disease or diabetes, then losing that weight over five years instead of over six months should be as effective, and is much more likely to be a lasting change instead of something that kicks off a bunch of weight cycling (which has its own terrible side effects that are bad for you).

There are some people for whom, for a number of reasons, it is impossible or near impossible to lose weight in the long term. It is possible for most people to lose weight in the short term, with a significant amount of effort. Maintaining long-term weight loss is exceptionally difficult and it seems like it's not feasible for large numbers of people, and I can't help but wonder if that's because what we're considering 'long term' really isn't long term at all.

If you've spent time around people trying to put on muscle you'll see something that I think is actually a more reasonable approach to long-term body changes, and that is recognition of the fact that you can only put on a (relatively) tiny amount of muscle in a year. For most people who have been training for any length of time, it's between 5-7 pounds and it gets harder to put on more the longer you've trained. Lifters and bodybuilders who recognize this and still want to put on muscle understand that they are in for an extremely long-term project that they have to intentionally maintain and put a lot of effort toward.

I want you to think about anyone you know who is a serious gym rat. I want you to think about how many hours a week they spend in the gym, and what they're giving up in exchange for that time. I want you to think about how much they spend on equipment and gym memberships and protein powder and first aid and very specific foods. If you know someone who's a very serious gym rat, you probably think they're a little unreasonable, that that's too much effort to put into looking good in a tank top.

But that's pretty analogous to the kind of effort, planning, and expense that needs to be put into maintaining a long term weight loss. And that effort needs to be put in forever - no matter if you're having kids or your partner is hospitalized or if your financial situation changes or if you are permanently injured, just like a bodybuilder can't expect to keep their gains if they're suddenly spending ten hours a week at the hospital instead of the gym.

I mean, people talk about weight loss and they get angry when you bring up the statistical failure of things like Weight Watchers or if you discuss how destructive dieting can be and they go "so, what, are you saying it's impossible to lose weight?" And the answer is, no, not for everyone.

It is possible for most people to lose weight. Just like it's possible for most people to become competitive bodybuilders. But we frame "mid-30s mother with two kids and a long commute and a full time job needs to lose 10 pounds and keep if off" as a task with a difficulty curve similar to learning how to cook a few crockpot meals, not similar to becoming a competitive bodybuilder.

#diet talk #tw diet #cw weight talk #tw weight loss #tw calorie restriction #calorie counting #calorie restriction #tw disordered eating #disordered eating

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van1llam1lkk · 7 months

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Little Lamb

[ sfw | TW ; Size difference, Erisa isn't a human, Sexual undertones, Descriptions of Violence, Power Imbalance, Cult implications, Brief mention of terrorism, general Yandere content]

Double post today cause I forgot to post yesterday

Female Yandere x GN reader

If Erisa were to be honest, she didn’t have a clue what humans were on about. With their constant talk and inconsistent morals— They just seemed so strange and confusing.

And so it just frustrates her when she has to deal with one, maybe if she were in their shoes their attitude towards her would make more sense. As she gets the sense that maybe not everyone is used to seeing a 12' giant adorned with four arms.

But that reason did little to ease her annoyance, not only were you people inconsistent, annoying, and chatty. But you were so unreasonably easy to persuade. In most cases, she didn't even have to do much, as her 'lovely' followers would willingly commit terrorism without the promises of wealth, motivated purely by the want to be acknowledged by their goddess.

So when she first met you, all wide-eyed and nervous, unsure if you should be grateful to be in her presence or scared — Like the many followers before you. She expected to be anything but infatuated with you. Finding your discomfort around her cute in a strange sense, like a sweet, little lamb.

So when you tried applying your insignificant little Human values onto her, a being who had literally witnessed the American Revolution she couldn't help but snicker.

Really, it wasn’t her fault that she found such a small being like yourself absurdly cute. So fragile and tiny that it would take practically no effort for her to hold you down, despite your constant struggles and cries.

Of course, She'd never do anything against your will— unless she wanted to, But that's gotta count for something!

The urge within her was undeniable—a longing to cradle your fragile being against her cool, divine skin, sheltered beneath the folds of her Yukata, where none but her hands could touch you. And the fact that you were unaware of her thoughts, both violent and provocative ones and the great amount of effort she puts in so she doesn't act on them drove her crazy. She felt more like a dog in heat than a divine being when it came to you.

She tilts her head in response as you talked about your day, her attention being feigned as she wasn't paying attention to a single word you were saying. Your hands work behind your back to tie the apron neatly around your waist, You were making something — A tiramisu if she remembered correctly, she never understood why humans were so delicate that they needed a consistent supply food to survive.

When she first made an impression on your species it definitely confused her how often her followers needed to eat. Often complaining when there isn't enough food despite eating five hours ago.

As she watched you work, her eyes trailed down from your face to your hands. They were so fragile, so easily breakable. It would be so easy to snap your fingers one by one, to see the look on your face as your pain muddled in with your rising fear.

She wanted to savor every inch of you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a memory of what once was. She could practically taste your fear from that one possibility, your heart racing faster and faster with each passing moment as human instinct pushed you to try to fight for your life.

But as much as she wanted to indulge in her fantasies, Erisa knew that she couldn't. Not yet, at least. It's been awhile since someone as pretty as you came into her grasp and she didn't want to so carelessly throw it away. And so she continued to sit there on the plush floor mats, listening to your meaningless chatter and enjoying the way your body moved as you worked.

Eventually, you finished your task and turned to face her, a smile on your face. Erisa returned it, though her mind was elsewhere. Setting the plate down onto the tray and taking your seat next to her she watches you eat with mild interest, absentmindedly nodding her head and agreeing with everything you were saying as you chatted.

Her gaze occasionally dropping towards your lips, a habit of hers she'll never truly understand. She wasn't sure if her way of releasing these pent-up thoughts was just by being a degenerate. Acting so filthy like the damned humans she herself detested, but the imagery of having you sitting atop her thigh— Whispering sweet nothings against your ears as large hands hold your waist steady, wasn't something she entirely hated the idea of.

Stretching out her arms — careful to not hit your head, she stands up, her second pair of arms dusting off her robe as she announced she'd be leaving to deal with some business.

It was a blatant lie, but you didn't need to know that. And as much as she doesn't wanna leave you, seeing the hint of disappointment in your eyes whenever she leaves you makes up for it. Doe eyes staring up at her with brows slightly furrowed in frustration at her insistence to work —If only you knew it was just an excuse to get away from you before she did something stupid. but despite your frustration you still with that sweet tone of yours bid her farewell.

She swears your an angel sent from the heavens themselves. A blessing only meant to be received by her own four hands.

And to think that you were wholly hers— Truly a testament.

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emetosecretplace · 11 months

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my roommate was out so i got stoned and made myself puke for the first time last night and hoooooly fuck it was hot

I had eaten a small-ish spinach and feta quiche, with some home fries, three breakfast sausages (these were a bad choice on a textural level, and I'll be avoiding meat if I do this again in the future because it came up unpleasantly chunky), and some soda water. This filled me up pretty well, but it wasn't yet an unreasonable amount of food, so I got settled in bed to dick around on my phone for a while without any problem.

About a half hour later, however, my stoned ass decided they wanted a snack and so I had a couple of oreo cookies and a big cup of water, which was what pushed my stomach into uncomfortable territory. I went back to my room and tried to settle in, but I could feel it sitting in my chest, and I was burping little cold splashes of water into the back of my throat every few minutes. I have a really strong stomach, and I knew if I left it alone it would settle on its own, but the weed was making me horny and slightly impulsive, so I decided this was the time to finally try indulging this kink for real.

I put a towel down on my bed — both to avoid accidental puke mess and because by this point I was so turned on that I was soaking through my boxers — and grabbed a big plastic grocery bag to throw up in. Once I was sitting in bed with the bag open under my chin, I started out exploring my mouth with my fingers, running them along my tongue, lightly triggering my gag reflex to get a sense of what it felt like without actually going all the way. By this point, my saliva had gone all thick and sticky from gagging, and every time I tried to spit into the bag it would run down my chin a little because of the angle I was sitting at.

I realized that I didn't want to actually throw up all over my hand, so I grabbed the closest thing I could use to make myself properly puke, which turned out to be a pencil, and began to go at the back of my tongue and throat with more intensity, still leaning back against my pillows. The first few times I was able to make myself properly retch, I backed off too soon and so I was just left dripping spit into the bag while I caught my breath. After a couple of tries, it finally caught, bringing up a small wave of watery vomit into the bag.

I drank some more water, and tried again. This time, I could feel pieces of food sliding up over the back of my tongue and out of my open mouth as I threw up a much longer, thicker wave, that made my gut clench so hard I was bent double, with the plastic bag sitting open on my bed so I could see my vomit pooling inside it.

After wiping my nose, sipping some water, and readjusting how I was sitting, I gagged myself again. This time I kept the pencil against the back of my throat after I started to throw up, constantly triggering my gag reflex while I was already vomiting, letting me bring up wave after wave of increasingly chunky puke into the bag, where I could feel it pooling against my legs through the plastic.

After taking a minute to catch my breath and drink some more water, I made myself puke again. It started out just with the water I had drunk, which shot up the back of my throat and out of mouth still cold, but he next wave brought up a piece of undigested food that stuck at the back of my throat, making me gag hard. I was suddenly throwing up fully involuntarily, vomiting over and over again into the bag on my lap. I think I must have thrown up four or five times just in that bout of vomiting, and by the time I had finally retched up the chunk that had been sitting in my throat, I was shaking, tears streaming down my face from the effort, and more turned on than I can remember ever being before.

I had thrown up so much that it was a couple inches deep along the whole bottom of the large grocery bag, and I didn't want to entirely waste the food I had eaten earlier, so I decided to stop for the evening and clean up. I tied off the bag to make sure it wouldn't leak or smell in the garbage, and went into the kitchen to throw it out and get some water. While I was in there, I vomited one last time, again involuntary, after the feeling of a stray chunk of food in my mouth made me gag. I just barely made it to the sink before throwing up all the water I had just drunk.

And then I cleaned up, went back to my room, jerked off and came so hard I almost passed out, the end.

but seriously, I'd wanted to do this for such a long time, and I'm so fucking glad I did. I have some slight emetophobia going on and I had never been able to bring myself to actually do it while entirely sober, so I knew the only way it was going to happen was if I was high, and I honestly think it just made the whole thing better. I'm hoping to try it again with some better planning on my part, and I might consider recording it if there's any interest, but I won't be rushing into it any time soon. I have a history of falling into weird eating patterns, and I have no desire to make this into a problem for myself.

#emetophilia #emeto kink #emeto #tw emeto #vomit kink

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thatdude-noah · 11 days

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thinking about watcher's change from youtube to a paywall streaming service. and this just seems like such a horrible idea.

for one, i don't think a large majority of their watchers will actually follow them over! their audience is primarily people who followed them on buzzfeed as well, so it's a lot of high school to young adult age people who don't have the money to spend on a streaming service like that. additionally, not all of their fans like all of their content! undeniably, they have some very popular shows, but not enough for people to be spending this amount of money on it, especially if someone is only a fan of their channel for one or two of their shows. i don't think they have enough existing content or content coming out to justify people getting a whole streaming service for it. as much as i love them and the content they've provided, i don't think it justifies their own streaming service, and it seems like most of their fans agree.

i think making money as a creative is very difficult, and people deserve to have their hard work recognized and be able to live. watcher clearly puts a lot of money and effort into their projects and they're amazing to see. it's sad that their current ways on youtube may not be sustainable for what they want to do. but their content is made for youtube. the way that their fans consume their content is under a model of free streaming. it's completely unreasonable, and i think unsustainable, to move to a personal streaming service. and overall i think it's very sad to see.

i truly wish watcher, shane, ryan, and steven the best. i love their content and want them to be able to be sustainable. but i fear that this is not the way to do it.

#just putting my thoughts out there even though nobody asked #watcher #watcher entertainment #shane madej #steven lim #ryan bergara

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mamibaddie · 2 years

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Okay!! I finally wrote out how perv!bestfriend!Eddie x reader start dating. The next ones will obviously be more smutty but in the format of the other ones. I haven’t had much motivation lately with writing but I hope this is still enjoyable. I’m trying to work through my writers block with plans for my WIP and two other new stories I’m planning for this cozy fall. If you haven’t already, or if you need a refresher, I suggest reading the other parts of Perv!bestfriend!Eddie so that you can kinda understand what’s going on. I’m not sure if I ever have but I wanted to thank y’all so much for enjoying my Perv!bestfriend!Eddie mini stories! It means a lot to me that people enjoy them and look forward to them. Please let me know what you think!!

As always, 18+ only!! Contains smut. Minors DNI!!

This is it. Todays the day. Eddie was finally going to work up the nerve to ask you on a date and be his girlfriend. After many, many months of excruciating teasing from both sides, he decided to put his feelings and heart out there. He had teetered back and forth with whether or not to actually do it. He had assumed that everything you’ve said and done were flirtations. However, there was a side of him that thought maybe you were making fun of him. He knew he was a bit of a perv and toed the line of boundaries one too many times.

That didn’t stop his mind from wandering. It also didn’t stop his heart from wishing. It was now nighttime. The tail end of summer in the air. It was still unreasonably hot out, but some cool air would come in and wrap around you. It was rather welcoming, considering you two were on the second blunt of the night. Eddie had drank three beers in a lame attempt to calm his jangled nerves. You were nursing your first wine cooler for the evening. You typically liked the fruity, sweet type of alcoholic drinks. Before you, Eddie only had beers stocked at his trailer. But since you started coming around more and he started falling for you, he realized what kind of alcoholic drinks were your favorites. Hence why he now keeps both beers AND wine coolers stocked at his trailer. So, when he looked over at you, he knew he might as well do it now.

“H-hey, uh-“ he cleared his throat before mumbling your name. Your head slowly turned over and a grin spread across your face.

“Yes, Eddie, my love?” You let out a little snicker. You always called him that and it made his heart flutter. It was the corniest thing ever, and the if it was anyone else he’d probably scoff but the fact that it was you; made all the difference.

He stammered before clearing his throat. “I have something to tell you…”. You looked him in the eyes and based on his tense and serious demeanor, you knew it was serious. You tilted your body towards him to let him know that he had your undivided attention. Which should’ve comforted him but only made him more nervous. “Okay, what’s up?” You ask. Taking a drag of the blunt before passing it back to him.

He puts it between his lips and inhales a large amount. He slowly let it leave his lungs in a last ditch effort to calm his jangled nerves and figure out the right words to say. “Well,” puffs of smoke escaping out of his mouth and nose, “it’s more of a question to ask you. Actually, uh, it’s both.”

You gave him a look that let him know he can continue. He whispered an okay and took a deep breath. That’s another thing he’s always liked about you. You were patient with him. It might slightly irritate you at times, but you allowed him the space he needs enable to gather his thoughts. “I…kinda, sorta…like you…a lot. I don’t really know how to say it or to put it into words but, you’re so…” you were expecting him to say hot but instead he said, “…captivating. Interesting, even…um…” he began to rub his hands up and down his thighs, something he did to calm himself down. You reached out to put your hand on top of his. “Eddie,” he looks up to look at you in the eyes. “I like you too…sorta, kinda.” You rolls your eyes playfully and laugh. He lets out a sigh of relief mixed with laughter. “Really?” You smile at him. “Really, really.”

“Well, in that case, I was wondering if you’d wanna be my girlfriend?” You smile at him while biting your lip. You nod your head. “I can’t believe it took you this long to ask me. I was about to lose hope, ya know.”

“Wait… you knew that I liked you?”

“Eddie, it’s so painfully obvious. You didn’t know I liked you too? With all the, you know, reciprocating I was doing.”

He looks back at the times you both teased one another and played the game of cat and mouse. The longer he thought about it, the redder his cheeks got, and the harder he became.

“Besides,” you say, rubbing your hands up his thighs and leaning closer into him. “I’ve been wanting to know if the rumors are true.”

“W-what rumors?” He gulps. The closer you get, the more he can smell your perfume and it almost has his eyes rolling back.

“You know,” you look at his lips, “how much of a freak are you really Eddie?” He whimpers and you lean in to kiss him. It started of slow and gentle at first, and became lustful and hungry. Especially on Eddie’s end.

He broke away from the kiss breathlessly. “Do you really wanna know?” You nodded. You gently grab one of his wrists and pull it towards you. You guide his finger past your flimsy shorts to feel your bare pussy. “Do you feel that Eddie?” You moan and in turn he lets out a groan. “I get so turned on thinking about you Eddie.” You push two of his fingers into you. You start moving his fingers in and out of you. “Do you hear that?” The gushy noise of how wet you are, rang throughout Eddie’s room. “O-oh fuck.” Eddie groaned. “That’s all for you.” Eddie looked up from the image of seeing his fingers being pushed inside you, in and out. You were so turned on that his fingers were drenched. You both looked into each other’s eyes before he pulled his fingers out of you and moved to hover on top of you.

“Get ready sweetheart.” He said, looking you in the eyes. Before popping the two fingers that were in you into his mouth. You moaned at the sight. You thought he was going to reach to unbuckle his belt but he moves off the bed and towards his wall. He got his handcuffs off of the nail and turned to you with a mischievous grin.

“Ever been handcuffed before?”

#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson smut #perv!bestfriend!eddie #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie #perv!boyfriend!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x female reader

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ninadove · 9 months

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watching character ai lukadrien create the most heart wrenching debilitatingly angsty love story to ever love story ever

Hey, I can tell there’s no malice behind your ask, but — don’t do that.

I write fanfiction myself, and a lot goes into it:

1. Unreasonable amounts of ✨ Time and Effort ✨

Just the other day, my WIP kept me up until 2 AM, because I wanted it to be neatly polished before even sending it to my beta readers (@paracosmicfawn and @dragongutsixofficial). The first thing I did the following morning was re-read it again, to correct any typos and inconsistencies my tired brain might have missed the night prior.

2. Research and analysis

For a cute little Lukadrien scene I wrote with my ✨ awesome girlfriend ✨ — something that was never even going to be published — I went through a dozen different sources trying to get a better understanding of what meditation actually is and to capture the philosophy behind it accurately. This does not make me special — all authors do it out of dedication and love for their craft, but it’s energy that could be spent doing literally anything else, especially when you consider how horrifyingly lonely the writing process can be (see point 1).

Also, there’s a reason I spend so much time making analysis posts on Silly Little Blorbos who do not exist! It gets my brain running and allows me to sharpen my understanding of the characters, so I can write them properly in my works.

3. A unique perspective on the characters, the source media, and life in general

Which gives all the flavour to my favourite AO3 works out there.

Like, yes, that extract you sent in your follow-up ask is cute, I guess, but it’s also incredibly generic:

When actual living breathing human (or Senti) beings share their work with you, they’re inviting you to a special part of their brain that they’ve decorated with their own experiences, references and visuals — things that they love and passed onto their favourite characters, so they can hopefully reach you. For instance, Character AI would never have had the genius idea to compare Felix’s eyes to an aurora borealis; this could have only sparked from @wackus-bonkus-maximus’ brain. Similarly, my version of Felix will often reference works of art and literature that left a strong impact on me as a child — an impact I’m sure can also be sensed in my approach to storytelling and even in the way I structure sentences and paragraphs.

Which leads me to my final and most important point:

4. EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE™

Because let’s be real — there’s a reason our brains latch onto certain characters, and said reasons aren’t always sunshine and rainbows. I’ve cried more writing about the Senticousins than over the loss of certain people or relationships in my own life. Long before that, I latched onto Clive and gave him everything I felt was missing from my life as a teenager, so I could live vicariously through him. And of course, I always make my characters some flavour of queer, because for a long time this was the only outlet I got for my own feelings and identity.

It takes a lot of vulnerability to put all of this on the Internet for others to read and judge, and it’s very disheartening to see that people would rather ask a machine to spit out some easily digestible but impersonal interactions than give your work a chance.

I can guarantee there are beautiful pieces of fanwork out there that will cater to your tastes and haunt you for years in a way Character AI or Chat GPT never could. And the good news is — if you don’t find anything, it means it’s time to write it yourself!

And of course, I cannot end this post without encouraging everyone to read about the writers’ and actors’ strike currently unfolding in the US.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #lukadrien #felix graham de vanily #senticousins #kagami tsurugi #feligami #professor layton #clive dove #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #writers’ strike #actors’ strike #anon asks #random ramblings

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