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jojosthetic-boogaloo · 5 years

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I also forgot to thank you again because im a huge idiot :) thank you sm for everything ily ❤ you bring out all my uwus

@giogios--requiem requested for a NSFW Scenario for Abbacchio with some Stand action! Fem!Pronouns

(Tumblr ate the ask and we had a bit of a mess to deal with this but I deliver against all of tumblr’s bigotry!)

Baby bean you bring out my uwus as well, I hope I do well our big tibby goth bf!

NSFW Scenario - Abbacchio & Moody Blues

Leone and you had been dating for white some time now, and it showed. In the way you lazily laid splayed on top of him while scrolling down your phone, your cheek directly pressed onto his bare chest while your legs swung back and forth lazily. And on his part, with his hands resting atop your head to hold his device, he seemed invested on some YouTube video. You sighed, feeling the much appreciated breeze sneak through the window to the living-room and taking away the uncomfortable sweat that had started to form between your forms.

“Y/N, cara.” He started, blocking his phone and letting it carelessly drop on the sofa below you without much thought. “I’m bored.” He stated, a small smile forming on your face, already knowing what he meant by that, making you block your phone as well and gently place it on his chest, staring back at him with a playful expression. “Well, and what am I to do, caro?” You retorted, already feeling hands running up your thighs, finally cupping your ass between them, squeezing it gently.

Those hands, however, couldn’t belong to Abbacchio, who had both his hands below his head, his arms crossed beneath it to hold it up a bit better to talk to you. Turning your gaze around for a moment, you observed how Moody Blues had been summoned by his user to “play along” with you. The first time this had happened was long ago, somewhere around the fifth month of when you started dating and got in the mood. Having Moody Blues hold you had been kind of off putting, for you didn’t exactly know back then how the stand would act in this situation.

Now, after the generous amount of times Moody had joined you two in your little trysts, you felt it natural when the stand now quietly fondled you where your beloved boyfriend didn’t reach or was busy to. Soon enough, you felt how the stand lifted your behind carefully making you rest on your knees, your palms firm on Leone’s toned abdomen to hold yourself up comfortably enough. You saw him give you a smug smile when you started feeling Moody pressing it’s gentle fingers over your panties right above your most sensitive spot, making you bite your lip and weakly huff out Abbacchio’s name. He seemed to like the reaction, helping himself to sit up straight, his legs at your sides as your hands now rested on his thighs, Moody helping you adjust to the new position.

“Would you mind to play with me too, bella?” Leone purred. At the same time, feeling how Moody had slid it’s fingers along your slit, lazily pressing on your entrance only to feel your hips gently pressing back onto the touch. With one hand, you helped Moody to slide your underwear down your legs, until they fell down to your knees; then you rose your gaze to meet Abbacchio’s hungry one, not missing how he had looked at your exposed rear facing his stand before him. “Here to please, tesoro.” You replied in a quiet tone, getting to tug and pull down his pants. Those comfortable, baggy sport pants you’d bought him to laze around the house on his last birthday and he profusely hated, yet still wore.

You ran your flat palm on his half hard length, leaning in closer to teasingly suck over his boxers and leave small kisses. The small smile on your lips quickly fading when you felt Moody’s hand had now been busied with rubbing your clit in a delicious circular motion, using it’s ring and middle finger to occasionally slide on your folds and separate them to tease you. You felt your lower stomach warm up, letting out a small moan as you gently buckled your hips into the stand’s touch, accidentally crashing your half parted lips into Abbacchio’s now hardened member. He looked down at your form and felt his breath hitch, you looked so nice in this position, your hot breath on his crotch only making him want to feel you sooner than later.

“Amore, when Moody’s done, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand tomorrow, got it?” He announced, his tone husky as he ran his fingers through your hair, gently pulling when he felt your hands start to pull down his underwear. You looked at him through half lidded eyes and biting your lower lip to hold back the soft moans that wanted to come out from Moody’s fantastic handy work. “...You better do, Leone.” You let out after gathering your thoughts together. You freed your man’s aching member out of it’s cage, immediately leaning closer and placing one hand on his thigh, the other guiding it to your mouth and promptly welcoming it inside.

He let out a groan, making a fistful of your hair and letting you gently bob up and down his dick, helping yourself with your hand to reach the entirety of it. He threw his head back, feeling how you let out soft moans into the blowjob, the sensation making him moan out your name weakly himself. Moody pressed on your bud, sliding its fingers along your now rather wet self and rubbing the slick, sticky substance between its fingers before slowly introducing one finger inside you. With a small whimper coming from you, causing Leone to pull your head down ever so slightly onto his hips, Moody resumed into sliding one of its hands along your hips, up to your waist and around your ribs to find your bra in the way of its goal.

You gently lifted your head and with a cute “pop” removed your lover’s length from your mouth, giving him a pleading look while still stroking him up and down with your hand, using both your leftover saliva and the new leaking precum to lube up. “Leone love, unhook my bra please.” You let out in almost a whimper near the end of the sentence, feeling how Moody had slowly put inside another one of its fingers and kept a wonderful thrusting pace, wriggling its fingers inside you to find the best spot as it did. The stand’s other hand patiently waiting at the base of your chest while tracing the half moon outline of your bra with gentle fingers.

Abbacchio had to gather himself to focus on your back again, lifting your shirt up and with shaky hands and half lidded eyes, unhooking said piece of clothing successfully as it fell down into the sofa when Moody quickly lifted your shirt up from below too, finally getting to trap one of your breasts in one firm yet gentle squeeze. The stand started massaging your left breast as its other hand played away with your delicate center, sliding its fingers out once more to rub them on your clit a bit rougher this time around. You moaned out a choked “a-ahhh” in an attempt to call out to Abbacchio, who looked at you through his only barely open eye, biting his lip and feeling himself itch and twitch between your soft fingers.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum soon-” He let out in a breath, getting cut off at the end when he heard you moan louder this time, bumping your head into his lower stomach as Moody had leaned into you, its chest pressing onto one side of your back as its hand worked away at you, feeling yourself how a delicious electric warmth spread through your body and your vision faltered, making your strokes on Leone’s dick erratic and giving him a little squeeze on accident. Which he seemed to like, for he had moaned alongside you, followed with a dragged grunt and the warm feeling of his seed dripping down your hand and slightly reaching your cheek. You felt both his and your body relax and limply lay into each other.

Moody slowly took away its hand, feeling how your hips slightly twitched as it did and instead sliding its hands around your waist to help you up once more, pressing your back to its chest in a tender hug and leaving you eye to eye with Abbacchio. You both smiled, Leone getting on his knees and getting closer to both you and Moody, circling both your figures into a hug, leaving you pressed flush between both stand and it’s user. “Well-” You started, letting yourself be sandwiched by them with a playful smile on your lips. “About not being able to walk tomorrow...” Abbacchio laughed, craning his neck down to leave small kisses on your neck and hum. “Give me a minute, doll.”

Okay okay so, here it is, and I hope you’re aware that this is going to get a second part, because Moody/Abba thirst is a thing and it has awakened within me and I already got some ideas, thank u boo. Toodles!

#giogios--requiem #leone abbacchio #fem!reader #one shot request #one shot #not sfw #jojosthetic-boogaloo

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fishbians · 4 years

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learning to actually enjoy food again is a process but!

ig im making this post partly for archival reasons, and partly because i think it might help other people in similar (?) situations to me

fall 2018 - may 2019 was an extremely hard time for me. my girlfriend of 1.5 years broke up with me, i was in college about to go to an international conference with what felt like nothing to present, and i realized i had few if any friends there. actually, all of my friends within my major were studying abroad, and i was completely alone. i was 6 hours away from home, and became so depressed i lost 15 pounds 2 months after the breakup. gaining weight is difficult for me, so a 15 lbs drop put me in dangerous territory if i were to get sick.

since then i’ve recovered some of that weight, about 5 to 8 lbs of it depending. mentally and emotionally, i am in a much better place. but one issue still lingered from that time: i have lost interest in food. before fall 2018 i already had a somewhat built in disinterest in food; if i was busy, i wouldnt eat simply because i’d forget to. spectrum brain sometimes gets Super Engrossed in a task, and then 6 hours have gone by and i haven’t eaten anything. so this made it a lot worse.

since i’ve been home, i’ve been working part-time in retail, and if we know anything about retail it’s that you get about one break a shift (a possible 15 if i have a short shift, and a mandatory unpaid 30 if i have a longer shift). this has made it even harder for me to get back on a consistent eating schedule. i can feel the toll it’s begun to take on my body, and so like i said, im posting this partly for my own archival purposes, and partly for anyone else who might find it useful.

my main dilemma that i noticed since i’ve been back home is that i’m just not excited when i eat food. when i have to eat lunch, it’s not, “aw fuck yeah, i’m gonna eat some mf PASTA” it’s, “ah, fuck, i have to go give my body sustenance.” if im busy, i get irritated because my task is being interrupted (a spectrum brain thing i think). if im not busy, i notice its just that im not excited about the flavor or event of Food. and so i asked myself, why the Fuck is this happening? this isnt, like, a normal thing that people usually experience. usually everyone around me is so excited about food.

i thought it was probably some sort of leftover symptom from a combination of things: 1) repetitive on-the-go on-campus food for the past 3 years, and 2) depression and lack of eating from the past year. actually, if we go farther back, this has been happening probably since high school, though on a subtler level, since i was so overwhelmed with schoolwork i rarely had consistent meals.

there are a few things that are consistent here:

stress

pace of my environment

lack of meal variety

those second and third ones especially are really notable to me, i think, because i notice im a really fucking fast eater. especially if i want to get back to something i was doing earlier. sometimes it’s required but a lot of times it’s not. the other thing, lack of meal variety, is something ive been trying to tackle too. i think that lack of enrichment with different flavors and textures makes food dull. the problem is, spectrum brain is a little bitch and HATES certain textures. it is one PICKY motherfucker. we like tomatoes and bell peppers - ONLY IF the they are diced very finely, and put in a carb (like pasta, rice...etc). so it makes it really hard for me to have meal variety when the taste might be fine but the texture is something my brain rejects. one issue at a time, i guess.

what i did this weekend was really good, though. Really Good. i pulled some resources from my nutritionist i had on campus (i can send those to anyone upon request) and made two things:

a shopping list

a meal list

the thing about me and grocery shopping is this: when i have to grocery shop, i have to ask myself, what do i wanna eat over the next week or two? and my brain goes, who the fuck knows, kid! and so i end up buying some of the things i like, but not having enough variety to keep me Enriched. a lot of the food goes to waste, or i forget about the options i have, etc. furthermore, now that i work, i can’t keep buying food from my store, its not economical or healthy. so i needed to really buckle down and do meal prep, and do it well, because my job is demanding.

so! i pulled some meal ideas and snack ideas from my nutritionist’s handouts, and made a shopping list. then i made a meal list, which breaks down meals that i know i like for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then snacks. i have to be eating about 5 times a day consistently to gain weight. 3 meals and 2 snacks minimum. then, in a separate column, i indicated if it was a “work-ready” meal, so i knew how many i could pack as lunches or snacks.

now i have that list to look at if i dont know what to eat! because as stupid as it sounds, i have a really hard time synthesizing the groceries i’ve bought and the options i have, especially when it’s mixed in with my parents’ food in the fridge and pantry. that list of meals i can reference will hopefully help me 1) not waste food and 2) feel like i have some variety.

my other thing that ive been doing to help me get excited about food, and to also slow the FUCK down when i eat (to help me savor flavors) is being social when i eat. especially since a lot of my friends are still in college right now or work, when i can, i take my meals out and sit with my parents. it not only forces me to slow down eating by talking, but also makes me feel less lonely, which was a really bad issue i had in college. i took almost every meal alone. and humans are social! and the social part is helping a lot.

so if youre even reading this, thanks for reading. like i said, this was mostly for archival purposes, but for people with similar issues as me, i hope this helped in some way too.

#fishbians.foodjournal #fishbians.txt #a lot abt learning to love food again under the read more tag #really just for archival purposes but if u wanna read go ahead

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