#i can't control myself around food

[bugbxyjunk]

hi i talk about s/h and and e/d in here stay safe and don't read the tags if you know you can't 🫶🦈

#oo cant keep living in this body #ive ruined it #ive had a bed and ana and oh my god im so fucked up #i can't control myself around food #im so fucking fat and thats not a bad thing its not its not i KNOW #but god i can't even look at myself in the mirror without wanting to cry #my body is ruined with scars #but the ones on my arm are barely visible #and i need them there #if they disappear then what was ot all for #how can i say im disordered and not have the proof #i don't want to look like me #i cant keep looking like this #i don't want this anymore #i don't want this #i can't #i cant i cant i cant i cant #ive already relapsed #i was doing so good #and the smallest thing set me off #no one can even tell with the mess already on my thighs #but god #i know #i just want to feel normal #i want to be normal #i don't want to be like this #i want help but i don't know how to ask for it #i don't want to bother anyone #but i need someone to look at me a know im not okay

[dark-side-blog3]

What would your yanderes use to lure you into a trap?

Let's say your yanderes set up a cardboard box propped up by a stick, or maybe one of those fancy table ontop of a suspicious carpet that maaaaay or not be right over a pitfall trap.

I'll go first:

#because despite brie not being my favourite food of all time I cannot control myself around it #I had just picked up a wheel earlier this week. Didn't touch it for days. As soon as I opened it tonight I ate all of it. 2lbs in 30min #if I had more bread or any crackers I would keep eating it #yandere shitpost #I feel like that (you can tame any white person with cheese) meme. I always go Ugh no you can't I hate cheese... And then brie w/fruit exis #writer confession #writer confessions

[neonnoble]

Sometimes I see friends buying nice things and having fun and just generally contributing to one another and I wish I was a real adult who could do those things too...

#i want to be so generous to people and give them money #i want to pledge at high levels to people on patreon #i want to have the energy to socialize and draw things for people instead of hiding in the shadows except for when i show my doodles #i want to upgrade my computer or enjoy tasty food or go out and have fun #instead i'm just kinda stuck in my brain #blocked off by my own self and i don't even know how to get past the barrier anymore #hardly in control of my whims or my energy levels #i sit around begging myself to get stuff done and just can't start on anything

[quillandrapier]

You could be having the most harrowing mental health episode and you just have to clean and be present.

#Tw for gender dsyphoria #Internalised fat phobia #And suicidal ideation #Anyway #So my brain is telling me I should detransition #Not because Im not a man #Is just the misgendering is too much #Im so heavy these days I'm medically obese and that's really fucking my brain up #My body doesn't move how I want and it's killing me #But im so depressed i cant bring myself to move my body enough #I dont even like food but I eat like an entire box of ice creams because I just do #Im £2000 in my overdraft and I can't control my spending to the point I cannot get out of it #Im too scared to even apply for any benefits because I almost got prosecuted for not filling in forms in time #Even with a world of leniency #People around me are telling me “oh but it's been so hard” but I've just been lazy #I cant find the motivation to do anything at all. #My sister is moving home in two weeks and we'd have to share a room #But i almost threw a glass at my mum the other day while I was fucking up trying to make food #So at this point I genuinely think i cant get out of these issues #I dont believe I can do anything but kill myself at this point #Im not even worth trying for anymore #I cant take testorone correctly so im just getting the negative effects #I cant take medience correctly #I really don't think I'll be alive in three weeks time #I hate myself for posting this because i hate being this person #But i dont have anyone I can talk to about this as depression has left me almost entirely alien #I've destroyed most my friendships with my procrastination #My ex was right to leave me #Im not someone who can be helped

[yeetus-feetus]

Today my mother made me go to the beach. And while I was there I let myself enjoy the water and sand between my toes.

After a little while I felt like crying.

I felt like crying because remembered the videos I had seen of Palestinian children playing in the water of their beaches, of parents chasing children around while they laughed, of people enjoying the water and feeling the sand between their toes.

Then I thought about how these people don't get to enjoy their beaches anymore. Because Israel won't let them, because Israel is bombing the families who used to play in the sand.

When we got in the car my mum rolled all the windows down, said something about the fresh air. And as we drove I felt the cool wind against my face, in my hair.

And I wanted to cry.

Because the people in Gaza don't get to just enjoy the fresh air. Because all they're breathing in is debris from destroyed buildings and white phosphorus, and the smell of the dead.

I looked out my window and saw my old school as we passed. And I felt guilty, because I dropped out. But their are children in Palestine who are crying and begging to go back to school and they can't.

The children in Gaza can't go back to school because Israel has destroyed and bombed them.

And I think about the displaced people taking refuge in those very schools while Israel attacked them. I think about how unfair and cruel that is.

And then I see the trees. My favourite trees, Gum trees that are native to my land. And I think about how the native trees in Gaza are being destroyed and bulldozed, very important trees that mean a lot to the Palestinian people. And those trees are being taken away by Israel.

Then there are houses, homes and people going about their day. I watch them from my car window and I want to cry still. Because the people in Gaza have no homes, they don't get to go about their day.

I think about the displaced people in Gaza, who are lucky to have a tent to sleep in. Because Israel has bombed their homes, rained white phosphorus above their homes, bulldozed over their homes, forced the Palestinian people to flee from their homes.

I'm barely holding in my tears, because I'm in the car on the way to my own home and the people in Gaza don't get to do that.

We pass the shops, and my throat starts to close up because there's people buying ice cream and groceries for their families. And the people in Gaza are being starved by Israel.

The people in Gaza don't get to have ice cream, they can't do their grocery shopping. They don't even have enough food for their own children because Israel refuses to let any aid trucks in, because they control all the borders and entries into Gaza.

We pass by a chemist in particular and I think about all the children in Gaza not being able to receive medical care. Because the hospitals are being attacked by Israel. Because no medical aid can get in. Because they have doctors being killed.

And then we pass by the park. The park is empty. And I think about the empty parks in Gaza. Because there are no children to play on the swings, no children to run and laugh. Because the children are crying instead. The children have no legs to play because they've been bombed. They can't laugh because white phosphorus has burned through their faces. They can't do anything because they are frozen in fear.

Theses children who should be filling up empty parks are holding their baby siblings, trying to keep them alive because their parents, aunt's and uncles, have all been slaughtered by the IDF. These children who should be laughing are screaming out for help because members of the IDF are raping them.

These children who should be having fun at the park are prisoners of Israel for throwing rocks at tanks like the boy David who threw a rock at the giant Goliath to save his people. And these children are being tortured in these prisons because they were hopeful and brave.

These children who should be with their families at the park are dying. Are dead. A lying beneath the ruble. Are cold and limp with no air in their lungs. These children are in pieces scattered across the blood drenched ground.

They should have been at the park today.

I can hear a man talking on the radio, and he's talking about unimportant nonsense things and I feel angry. I feel frustrated. Because why is no one else talking about this!? Why is no one talking about what's happening to these people!??

We pass by the fresh water creak right before my house and I want to scream! Because I know there's no fresh water in Gaza. I know there are Palestinians dying of dehydration and yet there is fresh, drinkable water running right there! But the water in Palestine has been polluted by blood and disease, and the seawater Israel has flooded their water supply with.

And when I get to my bed I finally scream and cry and punch my mattress to get all my emotions out.

Now I'm numb and writing this so that someone will see it, hoping that someone will understand, hoping that someone will fight even harder for the people of Palestine.

I'm hoping that they can enjoy their beaches again. I hope that's sometime soon.

#palestine #free palestine #save palestine #save gaza #gaza #i stand with palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #isreal #idf #fuck the idf #fuck isreal #end the occupation #occupied palestine

[inkskinned]

i'm used to it, and how bad it is, and how often it's so bad that it rings like a bell inside of me, drowning out everything around me. and the truth is that i get frustrated with myself about it - again? we're like this still? again? it's not that i feel weak, precisely. it's just this sense almost like - i've already been pushing against this thing for years now, shouldn't i have gained more ground?

i get frustrated because i'm sick of picking up the loose ends every six months. i get frustrated because it's always this same shit, same problem - i lose myself in a matter of months; spiral out of control, lose touch with friends and loved ones. i stop taking care of myself and therapy gets hard and i let everything around me wilt and shrivel and fall off; start somehow both sleeping too much and not-enough. i panic-attack and cry in my car in a target parking lot, pulling my hair out and hurting my ribs from sobbing so hard - and later, when i'm better, i'm embarrassed because how could i let it get that far?

it feels like - i already have done this so many times. isn't there a way out of it? isn't there a point where i've just... won? that it never happens again, that i just get to be done? maybe this is weakness, i guess - that i still (so often!) succumb.

i am used to it, so i forget exactly how hard it gets. do you even know how many times i've laid in bed, exhausted, blank and numb and listless and said - i can't anymore. i just can't. i'm not even really upset. it's okay. i've been here long enough. so much of my life was beautiful.... i'm just... done.

do you know how many times i woke up and i said - i can't and put my feet on the floor and said i can't, i don't want to and took a shower and walked the dog and bought myself fresh bread and put a nice playlist on and said i really can't, there's no end to this and i went to work and i called a friend and i made myself cookies even if food tasted like ashes and decided that i really should wait for the new album from that artist i love and i thought i can't, it's not worth it and then i washed my hands and cut my hair and drank more water and wrote a poem and signed up for an art class at the local community college and said i can't, i can't, i won't do this again, and i paid my rent and let the dishes rot in the sink but still made myself eat anything fresh even if it meant overdrawing my account on a stupid bag of plums just because they looked delicious and do you know how often i closed my eyes and thought this is it i really fucking can't, something has to give and i have nothing left that it can take and then i went to bed and i got up and i fucking survived anyway

yesterday the local ice cream place opened up for the first time this season and they were giving out tiny samples of their new dairy-free options and i tried a mango sorbet. three months ago i was positive that februrary was going to be my last month on the planet. i am teaching my dog a new trick and i just discovered a new band i love. i got a plant from the clearance aisle and repotted her and she's been perking up. i made salmon for alison and we ate it in her new house with her new beautiful baby girl. my manager told me he keeps recommending my work to others just because i always include a stupid number of puns. tomorrow i'm trying a new dance class. tomorrow i'm maybe going to buy more plums.

i forget, you know? it's not some bone-deep strength or some magical power. it's that some part of me knows - i need to stay. in all of this; out of all of this - i just want to choose love.

#writeblr #this is too honest and writing it made me cry #sorry #poetry

[kdecays]

°Sun Dress°

°Summary°: You and Chris can't control yourselves at dinner and it ends up getting freaky😛

°Warnings°: fingering, public sex, oral(male receiving)

Authors note: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY THATS NOT ON WATTPAD SO BARE WITH ME.

I jump at the feeling of someone's hands reach around my waist. Recognizing the touch of him I turn around as his hands are holding my waist.

"Hi chris" I say while staring at his lips. "Hi y/n".

Before I start talking I hear someone yelling at us.

"Come on love birds were all going to dinner!" Nick yells while drying himself with a towel.

"come on, I have the cutest sundress to wear for dinner." I say excitedly. Chris smiles as he admires my excitement.

We dry ourselves off and walk inside the beach house with our fingers interlocked.

"Chris I need to ask your opinion on this dress." I say as I walk out the bathroom giving him a spin.

Chris stares at me with wide eyes as he examines my body attentively. He began to walk over to me and grabbing my hand to twirl me around to get a better view.

"you look beautiful, it fits you very well." He'd say in a flirty voice, eagerly smiling at me. I look at him from his eyes to his lips giving him a signal that I need him.

I suddenly feel his hands travel my waist to my ass. Meanwhile my arms are going around his neck running my fingers through his hair.

Suddenly there's a knock at the door. A muffled voice comes from behind the door. "The Uber is here hurry up!" Nick shouts from behind the door.

"Were coming out!" I shout back. "Cmon we can continue this later." I say to Chris and give him a peck on the lips before I go grab my bag to leave.

We get in the car and Nick sits in the front seat and I'm in the middle on Matt and Chris. We got lucky and got a chill driver. The driver let us listen to music so it wouldnt be awkward and so we could have fun.

While we're listening to music we starts to calm down and just listen to music and talk to each other.

While I'm listening to Matt and nick argue I feel Chris start to whisper into my ear. "I need you so bad right now." I turned to look at him with wide eyes as I was not expecting it.

"your gonna have to wait." I say. Chris rolls his eyes and turns to face forward noticing that we have reached our final destination.

Nick checks us into our registration and we meet some friends at the table.

We all sit down. Our drink came to the table and look over the menu. I pick up my drink to take a sip when I feel Chris lean in to whisper something to me. "I would rather eat u out right now." I giggled. "Shut up we're with ur brothers and our friends anyone could see us." I look at him with a serious face but he just blows it off.

We finished eating our food and I suddenly feel Chris' hand find it's way to my inner thigh.

I try to pretend that nothing's happening but all I feel is Chris going higher and higher until he reaches my heat.

He searches for my panties just to find out that I don't have any on. I look at him for a split second.

He doesn't care he just starts to rub my clit with his thumb. The circular motion is making me go feral. I cant control my moans.

The table is loud so luckily nobody is noticing the noises coming out of me. I can feel Chris laughing as if he isn't He then inserts two fingers into me, which causes me to slightly jump at the feeling.

I feel a familiar feeling coursing throughout my body. I clench around his finger which gives him the sign that I'm going to finish. Before I finish he pulls them out. I quickly look at him with a annoyed face.

He doesn't give me any attention. He suddenly stand up from the table. "I'm gonna use the restroom I be back." Chris says. As he's walking away I'm waiting for him to look back at me but he doesn't give me any attention.

After thinking about what just happened I feel a vibration on my leg from my phone. Its chris.

Chris💕

Meet me in the bathroom.

6:52pm

"I'm gonna excuse myself to use the restroom very quickly." I say hurrying myself to the bathroom.

People might think it's suspicious but I don't care. I need this man in me right now.

I find the restroom and go inside to find Chris waiting inside for me.

As soon as I lock the door I turn to him and start to kiss him passionately. His lips move from mine to my neck. He quickly find my sweet spot which makes moan out loud.

He starts to unbuckle his pants and I bend down.

"what are you doing baby?" Chris asks.

I ignore him and pull his boxers down to see his hard dick spring out. I put my hands around the shaft as I kitty lick the tip. My eyes look up and I see him starting at me in delight.

I spit in my hand and start to rub it all over his dick. He starts to groan when I put my lips around the tip and start to bobble my head. "Fuck" he says in enjoyment.

I lift my head for breath and immediately go back in. Soon enough I can feel him twitch in my mouth. I keep eye contact with him while bobbling my head up and down. He starts to shut his eyes and in the same moment I feel a warm liquid shoot in the back of my throat.

I lift my head up and get up from off my knees. I kiss him and he can taste himself on my lips.

He starts to take my dress off exposing my bare chest. He takes my dress fully off and picks me up and puts me on the sink.

He breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to my bare tits. He sucks on my tits leaving me a hickey.

He positions me to have his dick aligned with my entrance. "Can I put it in" I nod my head quickly which makes him giggle.

He slides in an out of me at the perfect pace with each thrust hitting me in the correct spot each time.

I start feeling a familiar sensation throughout my whole body. I clench around him and at the same time I feel him twitch inside me. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." Chris groans.

He releases first and myself quickly after. "I love you" I say to Chris out of breath. "I love you too baby" he replies trying to catch his breath.

I give him a kiss before he helps me off the sink.

"what are we gonna say when people ask why we were gone for so long?" Chris asks. "I'll just say I got my period and u had to get me stuff. Nobody's gonna question." I say confidently.

We sit back at the table and as soon as I sit in my chair Nick gives me a weird look. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I say to nick. "Why were you guys gone for so long? And why is Chris sweaty?" Nick says suspiciously. "I got my period he had to get me some feminine products." I say in a normal tone so he doesn't suspect anything.

Good thing everyone is to busy with their own conversations to pay attention to the investigation Nick has for us.

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AUTHORS NOTE!

Hiiii okay this is prolly so bad but my friend gave me advice on how to write and stuff so yeah. And I wrote half of it during school💀 but I think it's okay PLEASE RECCOMEND PLOTS!! I literally came up with this bc I was listening to sundress by asap. But anyways bye.

#sturniolo triplets #Smut #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #Imagines

[cheriskindaclueless]

GIRLS ---- ౨ৎ 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾ℴ𝓁ℴ

---- ౨ৎ matthew sturniolo x fem!reader

✩ cw ---- smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), profanity, finger fucking, getting off from female pleasure??, unprotected sex, (p) in (v) sex, use of 'y/n'

✩ synopsis ---- matt couldn't handle keeping his hands off you anymore, and wants to treat you right

1.4k words.

---- ౨ৎ WALKING down the stairs, leaving the guest room, you rub harshly at your eyes as you turn the light on. adjusting to the newfound brightness at nearly one in the morning. opening the fridge, you narrow your eyes, glancing at the few food options.

closing the door with nothing in hand, you jump slightly. finding matt leaning against the counter, gazing at you.

"jesus," you mumbled, meeting his eyes. "scared the fuck out of me."

he grins at you, "can't sleep?" he asked curiously. his eyes dancing over your body. his face turning a pretty shade of pink when he realizes how little is covered on you. your high waisted shorts paired with a low cut tank top contrast nicely with how you prance around his kitchen.

keeping your eyes on him, you can notice how more and more restless he grows as he stands there. gaze glued to your body. "not really," i shrugged. walking over to the pantry.

as you stepped away from the pantry, you look around, finding that matt had disappeared from the room. frowning to yourself, you pull a granola bar out of a box and unwrap it. eating it before throwing away your trash and curiously going to matt's bedroom.

you were confused as to why he asked you something, and then right when you answered he practically vanished into thin air. walking up to his door, you stop. hesitant as to what you should do.

if he randomly left, surely he had a reason. right?

letting out a soft sigh, you back away from his door and head back to the guest room. closing the door behind you, you frowned.

sitting on the bed, you looked at the tv as it played some brain rotting show on mute. you don't know how long you sit there until there's a knock on your door.

curiously standing up, you pull the door open. revealing matt on the other side, disheveled. his eyes looked droopy, and he mumbled something along the lines of "not able to keep control," in a low, raspy voice. you furrow your brows, confused at what he's going on about; until his lips are smashed against yours.

he mumbles something incoherently as he grabs your jaw, keeping his lips on yours. you quickly fell in the kiss, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth.

matt moans softly against your tongue, and you pull back slightly. "what are you doing-"

you had just now processed that your best friend just barged in and shoved his tongue down your throat. and you were undeniably confused. the kiss had you melting as if you were a cube of ice on a warm day, but you had no idea what the fuck just happened.

"i cant stop myself, baby." he whispered, searching his eyes. "wanna taste you so bad."

his words sent you into a daze, you cupped his cheeks and hungrily pulled him back into a kiss. it felt wrong, but you couldn't tell yourself no. you wanted him too.

"jump," he mumbled against your lips, and you obliged. jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. matt's hands gripped tightly on your thighs, stabling you and not breaking away from the kiss.

it felt like heaven and hell on earth as he backed you up to the bed, dropping you down on your back. he pulled away from your lips, and gently trailed kisses down your neck. his eyes glued on yours as he slowly travelled down your body.

hurriedly, you pull your tank top up over your head. you were already seeing stars as matt delicately marked up your body.

matt pressed a sloppy kiss against your chest, right above your breast. he never once took his eyes off you as he slid his hands down to grip your hips.

his lips ghosted over your skin and he made his way closer to your cunt. gently kissing above the hemline of your shorts.

you whined softly, growing impatient. he smirks up at you, "tell me what you want, baby." he smiles, his fingers playing with the fabric.

dropping your head back, you moaned desperately. rubbing your thighs together. matt tightens his hand around your thigh, shoving it away to separate them. "hm?" he hums lightly. pressing a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh, trying to get an answer out of you.

"matt, please.." you whispered, meeting his eyes. he smiles up at you before effortlessly tugging your shorts and your panties down your legs. throwing them and letting them pool on the floor.

he drags his fingers along your core, "so wet already, hm baby?" matt meets your eyes. bringing the tips of his fingers up to his mouth, licking off your slick with his eyes glued on yours.

the few seconds his skin made contact with yours sent you off the wall. you felt vulnerable, laying in his guest room completely naked as he hovers over you.

without warning, he sticks two of his fingers into your pussy. a loud gasp escaping your throat. he pumps his fingers in and out of you with ease, while you clench your eyes shut.

he pulls away, but quickly replaces the vacant spot with his tongue. you can feel his eyes burning into your skin as he goes down on you. his nose brushes up against your clit perfectly.

your hands wrapped around his hair tightly, bucking your hips up into his face. opening your eyes you can see him losing his composure against you. he moans into your cunt, sending vibrations through your body as you moan back.

matt grows more restless at the sounds you make, and he absentmindedly grinds his hips against the bed; causing him to moan again.

he moves his lips up, sucking harshly on your clit. your moans only eliciting more pleasure through him. he grinds down onto the bed again, slowly gaining a rhythm as he gets himself off.

"fuck matt-" you moaned, dropping your head back again. "m' close-" you bucked your hips up again, sending him into a dazed state.

he pushes you through your high, and drags his tongue up your slit. he looks up at you, his lips red and puffy. matt keeps his eyes on you before quickly pulling down his pajama pants and his boxers.

your eyes drop down as his hard on springs up, drenched in precum. "fuck.." you mumbled under you breath, meeting his eyes before looking back down.

matt hovers over you, lining his hips up with yours. you were still slightly overstimulated but you didn't care at this point. you wanted him to take you as his own.

his eyes search yours, he didn't want to go to far. and you nod vigorously the second he looks at you.

slowly, he pushes his cock into your cunt, one hand gripping your hip. a low moan escapes your throat as he bottoms out. he meets your eyes again before pulling back and thrusting into you.

you moaned, dropping your head back. digging it into the pillow. you tensed around him with each thrust, wrapping your legs around his waist so he can go deeper.

matts hand reached up, and he grabbed you by the chin. "look at me, princess," he huffed with a smile. his thrusts growing more and more sloppy. "i want you to watch me while i do this to you. wanna see you enjoy it." voice getting lower and more faint with every passing word. you met his eyes without protest, your breath beginning to catch in your throat.

he drags his thumb over your parted lips, making you moan before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

you struggle keeping your lips with his as each thrust untangles you further. you were loosing yourself entirely underneath him, and you wanted nothing else.

"mmm fuck," matt mumbles against your skin. "cum with me baby.."

you came undone on his twitching member. he lets loose inside you, but doesnt pull back. he sits there and stares out you for what felt like hours, before leaning down and whispering against your neck.

"ive been waiting to do this for so long, y/n." he mumbled. his breath hot, sending a tingly feeling throughout your body. he presses a soft kiss to your neck, before pulling out and kissing your lips once more.

౨ৎ ---- cher

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[thebibliosphere]

Whenever I get a particularly nasty message, I always check to see if they're following me first. Nine times out of ten, they're not. But they're also, unfortunately, the same people who feel entitled to send me multiple messages in a row, most of them heavily steeped in the language of moralization and purity.

Like whenever I talk about painkillers or pain management, I always get a handful of well-meaning people who are maybe new to my blog or are just young, asking me if I've tried diet/exercise/meditation, etc.

Sometimes I'll respond to them. Other times I'll just ignore them because I get those kinds of messages so often it's like white noise, and maybe part of me hopes if they stick around on my blog, they'll learn it through exposure via my incessant bitching.

When you see me responding to someone offering that kind of advice, it's either because I'm at my fucking limit or because I'm hoping it's a teachable moment and an otherwise seemingly nice person might unlearn some harmful biases.

The people who don't follow me are not interested in any kind of conversation on the subject. They do, however, feel the most qualified to tell me, someone they didn't know existed until one of my posts crossed their dash, how to manage my life, everything I'm doing wrong, and why I'm a bad person.

And for them, my disability is proof that I am a bad person because they view health as a moral issue.

If you're sick, it's because you don't exercise enough, don't eat the right foods, don't pray enough, don't do enough. They genuinely believe that if they say and do all the right things, like a Good Person, they'll never get sick.

It's their security blanket against the harsh reality that anyone is one bad day away from disability. One faulty gene, one bad infection, one bad accident away from a life-long diagnosis. And if they do get sick, it's a test. A challenge to be overcome with Willpower as they learn the True Meaning of Life.

It can never just be a simple fact of life that sickness happens. That disability exists without a moral reason.

And it's suffocating.

Day in, day out. Folks who don't know me from fucking Eve telling me I'm being punished. Not always as outright as that. They don't always use that word. But sometimes I appreciate it when they do because at least then they're being honest. They're not couching it in the softer language of leftist circles. Not hiding it behind concern.

Because the truth is, there are just as many folks who think they're liberal and enlightened who'd be happy if disabled people just stopped existing. They don't like thinking about us because it makes them think about themselves. About their own fragility and mortality, and they hate that. They hate that there's something they can't control with their thoughts and actions. That they can't moralize their way out of.

Honestly, it's a relief when people are just cunts about it because I can hit the block button, safe in the knowledge that they were never the kind of person who would see me as a person. But when it's some 20yo kid with their pronouns, orientation, and "ACAB" in their profile spouting the same kind of moralization, sometimes even with the language of eugenics, it feels like such a betrayal. Like a loss.

And perhaps if I wasn't multiply disabled, I'd have the energy to pull them back. To tell them why they're wrong and hope like hell they realize what they're doing is harmful. But then, if I wasn't disabled, they wouldn't be messaging me, so I wouldn't be dealing with it.

I wouldn't be expected to use my existence as a teachable moment to spoon-feed them compassion. But I am, and I do. When I can. Not always with the grace that's warranted. Not always with the thought and compassion I ought to. (And I don't; I acknowledge that. I'm prone to anger and off-the-cuff remarks that are hurtful too. Though I try to keep most of it to myself or save it for therapy.)

Basically, if you've made it this far through the TED talk, don't be fucking cunts to disabled people. Don't tell chronically ill people to try yoga. Don't moralize pain relief. Suffering is not noble.

You need to kill the cop and the priest in your head telling you otherwise.

And also if you're the nice people sending me nice messages. Thank you. It helps cushion all of *gestures* this.

#chronic health tag #long post #ableism #thanks for coming to this huge rant I'll probably delete later #also sincerely #thank you to everyone who does send nice messages #you are the majority #it's just that the assholes are louder

[ririblogsss]

Ok so I've read that OCD, can be a by product of trauma.

So what if Danny doesn't relize he is deeply traumatized by the events that happened in his early childhood. By that I mean with all the weapons and chemicals spills around his house and of course his untimely death.

He noticed that his home has no order whatsoever and that's what made it dangerous to live in. He only found comfort in his own room because it was the only space the could truly control, and make sure it was safe.

He started associating organization and cleanliness with safety and security. He has underling fear of coming into contact with contaminants, and that it will bring his whole world to collapse if he does indeed come into contact with one.

So lets say that a revel gone wrong, and Dannys put into foster care and then handed into the Wayne family.

At this point the Bats know that Danny used to be phantom, because lets be real they would immediately figure it out. Yet Danny has no clue they are the bats. He just believes they are a really big family with too much money to know what to do with it.

So Danny someone who has no clue he has OCD but presents most if not all the characteristics.

For instance:

Danny subbing the same spot on the rug for hours trying to get rid of it. Because in his mind if that spot stays bad things will happen.

On another instance he is seen organizing and reorganizing his shelf on a very specified order and continuously going back until he is satisfied.

When he goes to eat he always asks if the food was washed and cleaned properly multiple times.

He always counts if all his cleaning supplies he keeps are there in the morning.

He has a very strict schedule in which he doesn't break and refuses to break, especially his cleaning schedule.

Now the Bats are completely aware of this, and instead of making feel bad about it they help him and reassure him every time.

Examples:

Danny found that in the living room the rug was too dirty, because of the constant influx of people bringing in dirt with them. Of course Alfred always cleans it, but Danny needs to make sure himself. So one of the siblings would help him clean the rug his way, as Danny does it in a very specific way.

Another example is when Danny started cleaning during a movie night because of all the popcorn that was dropped on the floor. The rest just stopped the movie and helped him clean the area, and then resumed the movie careful not to spill more popcorn.

At one point the family was concerned because Danny was moving into a more dangerous zone of the compulsions, such as scrubbing his hands raw because he accidentally touch something 'dirty' without his special gloves.

So they made Bruce ask him if he wanted to go to a therapist and possibly a psychiatrist for his OCD. And Danny just said he didn't have OCD he just wanted things to be clean and organized like everyone else.

in the end he was convinced to go to a therapist so he could learn to manage living with OCD, but he was endlessly happy that he had people to fall back to that didn't judge him, and instead helped him out.

note:

(I just want to say that I don't have OCD myself but a lot of my family members do have it, and ive seen how it affects their daily lives. And I wanted to bring to light that people can't control their obsessions/compulsions but they can learn to manage it so they can live calmer with less anxiety. So I hope I made it as realistic as possible and didn't sound stereotypical or offensive)

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover

[dailyadventureprompts]

Monsters Reimagined: Yeenoghu, Demon Lord of Insatiable Hunger

It's been some years since I did my overhaul on the lore of the gnolls and how they embody the weird de/humanization that goes on with various monsters over d&d's history. Ever since I've had more than a few folks write in asking about how I would handle the default Gnoll God Yeenoghu, who exists in a similar state of "Kill everything that ever existed" to Orcus and a good portion of the game's other late game threats, thematically flat and not really useful for building stories around.

For a while I've avoided doing this post because I thought it might skew a little too close to my personal philosophy, and risk going from simply being influenced by my views to an outright soapbox. I personally hold that despite being part of our nature hunger is the source of the majority of human cruelty, and if society and cooperation are the tools we developed to best fight against the threat of famine, it is fear of that famine that allows the powerful to control society and secure their positions of privilege.

I've also dealt with disordered eating in a prior period of my life, alternating between neglecting my body's needs and punishing myself for needing in the first place. I'm well acquainted with hunger and the hollowing effect it can have, though I'd never claim to know it so well as someone who went hungry by anything other than choice and self hatred.

Learning to love food again saved saved my life. The joy of eating, of feeling whole and nourished, yes, but there was also the joy of making: of experimenting, improving, providing, being connected to a great tradition of cultivation which has guided our entire species.

If I was going to talk about an evil god of hunger, I was going to have to touch on all of that, and now that it's out in the open I can continue with a more thematic and narrative discussion on the beast of butchery below the cut.

What's wrong: Going by the default lore, there's not much that really separates Yeenoghu from any other chaotic evil mega-boss. He wants to kill everything in vicious ways, and encourages his followers to do the same. He's there so that the evil clerics can have someone to pray to because the objectively good gods are on the party's side and wouldn't help a bunch of cannibalistic slavers.

This is boring, we've done this song and dance before, and the only reason that there are so many demon lords/evil gods/archdevils like this is because the bioessentialism baked into the older editions of the game's lore was also a theological essentialism, and that every group had to have their own gods which perfectly embodied their ethos and there was no crossover whatsoever, themes be damned.

Normally I'd do a whole section about "what can be salvaged" from an old concept, but we're scraping the bottom of the barrel right from the inset. Likewise my trick of combining multiple bits of underwritten d&d mythology to make a sturdier concept isn't going to work as most of d&d's other gods of hunger or famine are similar levels of paper thin.

How do we fix it: I want Yeenoghu to be the opposite of the path I found myself on, a hunger so great and so painful that it percludes happiness, cooperation, or even rational thought. Hunger not as a sumptuous hedonistic gluttony but a hollowing emptiness that compels violence and desperation. More than just psychopathic slaughter and gore, it is becalmed sailors drinking seawater to quench their thirst, the urban poor mixing sawdust and plaster into their food because their wages are not enough to afford grain.

This is where we get the idea of Yeenoghu as an enemy of society, not because violence is antithical to society ( I think we've learned by now how structured violence can really be) but because society fundamentally breaks down when it can't take care of the people who provide its foundations. Contrast the Beast of Butchery with one of my other favourite villainous famine spirits: Caracalla the grim trader, who embodies scarcity as a form of profit and control in to Yeenoghu's scarcity as suffering.

Into this we can also add the idea of the hungry dead, ghouls yes but also vampires, anything cursed with an eternal existence and appetites it no longer has the ability to sate. A large number of cultures across the world share the idea that the dead cannot rest while they are starving, which is why we leave offerings of food by their graves or pour out a glass to the ones we lost along the way.

On that topic, there's also a scrap of lore involving Doresain god of ghouls, who has been depicted as an on and off servant of Yeenoghu. Since I'm already remaking the mythology, I'd have Doresain act as a sort of saint or herald for the demon lord, the wicked but still partially reasonable entity who can villain monolog before the feral and all consuming demon god shows up.

Summing it all up: Yeenoghu isn't a demon you wittingly worship, it's a demon that claims you, marks you as its mouthpiece and through you seeks to consume more of the world. It gives you just enough strength to keep on living, keep on suffering, keep on filling that hole in your belly and feed it in turn.

The greatest of these mouthpieces is Doresain, an elf of ancient times who's unearthly hungers elevated him to demigod status. Known as the knawbone king, he dwells within a dread domain of the shadowfell, and is sought out only for his ability to intercede with the maw-fiend's rampages.

Signs: Unnaturally persistent hunger pangs, excessive drool and gurgling stomach noises, the growth of extra teeth in the mouth, stomachs splitting open into mouths.

Symbols: An animal with three jaws, a three tailed flail or spiked whip. A crown of knawed bones (Doresain)

Titles: Beast of butchery, the maw fiend, the knawing god

Artist

#monsters reimagined #fiend #yeenoghu #undead #deity

[wriothesleybear]

~warnings: modern!au, mostly fluff with a little bit of smut (i couldn't help myself), mentions of creampies, gn!reader(hopefully i did it right this time), MDNI!

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who's the #1 boxing champion with a high winning streak. He's on the cover of magazines and has a lot of fame and fortune, which he uses to spoil you. Buying you fancy clothes, expensive jewelry, taking you to the most expensive restaurants, and just buying you whatever you want. You tell him that he doesn't have to spend so much money on you, but he just grabs your hand, kissing it while telling you that it makes him happy spoiling you with gifts. How could you deny him happiness.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who works out with you. He either has you sit on his back while he does pushups or has you lay below him where every time he pushes down, he kisses you. Sometimes, it just ends up in a long, passionate make out session. Maybe something a little more *wink wink*. Just seeing you all sweaty and breathing heavily as you work out near him. Seeing you stretch your limbs, especially the one stretch that gives him a good view of your ass, makes it hard for him to control himself.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who saves a front row seat for you to his fights so you are able to watch him better. When he needs the motivation during his fight, he looks out in the crowd searching for you. Once his eyes land on you, he smiles and winks at you, gaining the motivation to fight and wanting to make you proud. It makes him happy seeing you supporting him in the stands, cheering for him, and screaming his name. If you make him a little sign, it'll make his heart skip a beat.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who immediately looks for you after a fight. Once he spots you, he heads straight for you, pulling you into a tight hug. Even though he's all sweaty and musky, you don't mind, wrapping your arms around his neck. He passionately kisses you in front of the crowd. It shows how much you mean to him. Plus, it's his way to thank you for being there for him and supporting him.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who melts when you give him massages to help him relax his sore muscles. Your massages especially help him when he's stressed for an upcoming fight. All worries leave his mind once your soft hands explore his body. He groans when you push on the right spots where he's the most tense.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who enjoys the celebratory sex you two have after he wins a fight. You prefer 'celebrating' at home, but sometimes when he's still full of adrenaline from the fight, he can't help taking you right there in the locker rooms. You could do it in his personal dressing room like usual, but he thinks its much more exciting with the risk of being caught. Your moans echoing in the empty space, the sounds of your ass slapping against his pelvis, getting him closer to the edge. It's not a celebration if it doesn't end in him creampieing you.

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who loves the gentle care you put in when patching up his wounds, making sure to carefully patch them up so as not to irritate them. After you finish patching him up, you smother him in kisses, making sure to add extra ones on his boo-boos. Moments like these remind him how lucky he is to have you. He should do something about that. Maybe a ring will do..

Professional Boxer!Wriothesley who buys you a big, fat diamond ring. He plans this whole special proposal for you. He takes you out to dinner, feeding you the most delicious foods. Once stuffed, he takes you to a movie, where he rented out the whole theater just for you two. After the movie, he takes you to the small boxing club where you two first met. He thinks it's the perfect place to propose. He leads you into the center of the boxing ring, holding your hands as he gives you a speech about how much you mean to him. Then he gets down on one knee and pulls out a red box, holding the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen. You can't help the tears from flowing as you say yes. Once he slips the ring on your finger, you jump into his arms, tightly hugging him and pulling him into a kiss. You both end the night making passionate love in your shared bed, fingers intertwined as he slowly pumps into you, filling you up with his seed.

#wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #wriothesley smut #genshin impact smut #wriothesley fluff

[gassywill]

Camping Fart Slave Training - Part 1

I didn't want to go camping with Joeseph due to not wanting to be in an enclosed space with him for an extended period of time.

We had been friends since school, always around at each other's houses but recently Joeseph started to enjoy teasing me by being gross, farting around or sometimes on me, burping constantly and sometimes making me wake up with his shoe tied to my face.

However, nothing could prepare me for this.

I arrived at the campsite Joeseph stood there, his blonde scruffy hair blowing in the wind and his silky tracksuit bottoms and the tent that didn't look too big.

As I approached I could see the campfire on with a disposable BBQ cooking some burgers and sausages. I went into the tent and set up my side, there wasn't much room in the tent however as I moved something fell out of Joeseph's bag, what looked like a gas mask from the war...

"Mate what the f**k is this?" holding the gas mask in the air, "Oh that's for later don't stress man food ready" Joeseph replied with a beaming smile on his face.

Confused I finished getting sorted and headed out.

It was cold outside so we just sat and quickly ate, the food was lush. Unfortunately, the quiet location wed chosen was ruined by a large rumble in Joesephs belly then a huge fart erupting out of his ass.

He laughed as I companies about the smell, even outside it was putrid. "Don't do that in the tent man we will both die" smiling Joeseph responded, "Oh don't worry I have a solution for that".

I just laughed it off, we chatted some more but then it was too cold to stay out so I headed to the toilet while Joeseph got sorted.

I entered the tent to Joeseph topless, with his tracksuit bottoms still on and no socks, he was laying on top of his sleeping bag and was stroking his dick.

I laid down in my sleeping bag and zipped it up, shortly after a smell started to fill the whole tent, a rancid eggy smell from Joeseph ass.

"F**k man that's rank, you said you weren't gonna do this," I said while choking on the putrid smell that had filled our small tent.

At that very moment Joeseph sat on my chest, looking down at me he smiled and said "Ah yes the solution" he grabbed the gas mask I had seen before holding it up and inspecting it "You see, I want a fart slave full time as my gas has been getting so bad. So I thought you'd make a good candidate"

I started to struggle in the sleeping bag "Mate what?!? Please don't I can't take this anymore" As I finished that sentence Joeseph gagged me with one of his dirty socks. Ensuring I could no longer speak.

He placed the gas mask over my face, making sure it was airtight. He placed his hand over the filter of the gas making me squirm as I couldn't breathe and released it once I reacted "Ah good, no escape".

He then attached a specially fitted hose to the gas mask testing that the same way to ensure it was airtight. He then got off me, on his knees he turned round to show me a zip on the back of his tracksuit bottoms. He unzipped it and attached the other end of the hose to a specially fitted attachment.

The foul smell of his ass shot down the hose and into the mask, filling it within seconds of his musty ass smell.

He then got out some tape and taped it around my sleeping bag meaning I couldn't get out of it, secured into it and secured to his ass. I couldn't even move my hands out of the bag because of his tape.

"Ok, fart sniffer here is what's gonna happen, when we leave this campsite your gonna be under my control forever. You'll want to do nothing but inhale my gas". He said as he stroked my dick.

I thought to myself that it won't happen, how could I love and beg for his farts when they were so disgusting and made me feel ill.

"What I am going to do is make sure that every time I fart I stroke your dick, I want you to think of the pleasure you get down there every time I fart. I am going to make you cum from my gas"

I squirmed again and once tried to reason in my head what was happening. Then it his me, the foul stench, he had farted

I began to squirm from the stench that had begun to fill the mask until the hose started to vibrate and then the sound came to PPFFFRRRTTTTRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

"Oh fuck that felt good," Joespeh said as he laughed loudly "How was that fart sniffer," he said while stoking my dick which was soft.

I was squirming around, the tent shaking. Joseph laughed as he released silent farts continuously into the mask. This was hell.

#gassy farts #gay farts #male farts #fart story #gassy boy #gasmaskfart

[hyperactively-me]

Princess!reader finally slipping up and insulting King Ghost by calling him a murderer, or saying that she hates him for that reason. King Ghost finally understanding why she doesn't like him. I need the angst and drama aaaA.

In the dimly lit chambers of the royal quarters, a heavy silence settled. King Ghost sat at his desk, surrounded by the flickering light of candles, lost in the weight of his responsibilities. He had always carried the weight of the crown with solemn grace, ruling his kingdom with a firm hand and an unwavering dedication. Ruling with a strong hand was necessary for Kastron to survive, earning the respect of his subjects and the loyalty of his council. Yet, despite his outward strength, there was a void within him that he couldn't quite fill – the strained relationship with his own wife. 

You kept him at a cold distance that seemed impassable. He could feel your eyes on him, could sense the tension in the air whenever you were in the same room. He yearned to bridge the gap between you, to understand the source of your resentment, but it remained unspoken. He knew that you resented him for taking you away from your home, for throwing you into this role that you never asked for. 

That evening, during dinner, you were absentmindedly pushing around your food with your fork. Your posture was tense, your face scrunched up, lost in thought. 

Ghost clears his throat, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

“What are you thinkin’ about?”

“Oh, this question again,” you snap. 

Being immediately met with your hostility, he prepares for a blowout argument to occur. 

“Can I not ask how my wife is doing?”

Your gaze hardened, your fingers curling into fists. You slam your fork down, springing up from your chair.

“Your wife,” you scoff. 

“It’s what you are, are you not?” 

You don’t say anything. 

“Do you want to tell me what you’re thinking about? We’ve been playing this game of back and forth and I’m growing tired of it.” 

“You want to know? You really are asking me this? Fine, I'll tell you.” Your voice trembled with suppressed emotion, a volcano on the brink of eruption. “I hate you for what you do.”

If he wasn’t paying attention before, he definitely is now. He sets down his fork softly. 

“Tell me what I do.” 

His simple response, his nonchalance, his ignorance of the whole situation, of your feelings, enrages you. The anger that had been simmering within you finally bubbled over, and you couldn't hold back the torrent of emotions any longer. Your voice cracked as you unleashed the storm that had been building up for far too long.

“You’re a murder, a killer. You’re a murderer and I can’t stand the thought of being married to someone who has so much blood on their hands.”

Ghost's posture stiffened, his own anger simmering beneath his usually controlled demeanor. “You speak as though I enjoy it. As though I revel in the violence.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, devoid of any humor. “Maybe you don't revel in it, but you certainly tolerate it, don't you? You justify it as the cost of maintaining your power. Well, I can't stand it. I can't stand the sight of you, knowing what you've done.”

His gaze bore into yours, the tension between you like a physical weight in the room. He opened his mouth, searching for words to counter your accusations, but you interrupted him. 

“And not to mention, I’m here now. Yeah, I’m all of a sudden the queen of your kingdom, and everyone expects me to tolerate it and to know what I’m doing. I have no fucking idea what I’m supposed to be doing here.”

Ghost's eyes flashed with frustration. “You think I don't carry the weight of every decision I make? You think I don't question myself, every night, about the lives lost under my command?”

Your laughter was harsh, cutting through the air like a blade. "Your remorse doesn't wash the blood on your hands. And it certainly doesn't—”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about, do you?” he cuts you off, the interruption slicing through the air. 

His voice is low and strained.

“You don't know the weight of these decisions this kingdom has had to face. You don't know the sacrifices I've had to make to protect this kingdom, to ensure its survival. Every choice I make, every life lost, it's a burden I carry with me every day.”

Your breath caught in your throat, his words penetrating the walls of anger you had built up. You looked into his eyes, seeing something raw beneath his exterior. For the first time in a long while, you saw Ghost not as a cold king, but as a man – a man burdened by the choices he had made.

“I never wanted you to see me like this. I never wanted you to be exposed to the violence associated with me, and I sure as hell never wanted you to despise me.”

“You’re too good for me, you don’t deserve to be in this kingdom with me. So I tried my best to shield you from this side of me, from the violence associated with Kastron. I want to work toward a better future, not only for the kingdom, but for us.” 

You take in his words, understanding the weight of it. You’re going to be here for a lifetime. You’re not going anywhere. And who are you if you back down from a challenge? No, you’re a fighter, and you’ll go down fighting for what you think is right until the day you die. 

“I don’t know if I can just…forget everything,” you say slowly. “And I’m not expecting you to.”

“But, I can’t live the rest of my life here resenting you. It’s exhausting. I mean, fuck, I’m the queen of this kingdom,” you shake your head. 

A deep sigh escaped your lips, your shoulders sagging as the weight of your anger began to lift, replaced by a complex mixture of emotions.

"I don’t want to resent you," you admitted, your voice softer now. You twist the wedding ring on your finger. Ghost pretends not to notice.

“How can I close this distance between us?” Ghost pipes up with a calm tone. “How can I be better for you?”

“I… I don’t really know…” you say. “I just want to get to know who you really are. Who Simon is.”  

He’s quiet. 

“I could say the same for you, you know. I want to know who you are as well.” 

You nod slowly. “Okay…”

“After all, we do have a lifetime together,” he grunts. You pick your fork back up and take a bite of food. You think while you chew, taking in the last few moments. 

“I hope, with time, we can find a way to…overcome this. Together.” You nod your head solemnly.

Silence settled between you, a tense quiet that held the hope of change. The journey ahead was uncertain, a path fraught with challenges, but as you looked at him, you saw not just a king with blood on his hands, but a man willing to confront his past.

The anger that had ignited your words was still there, but it was tempered now by a glimmer of understanding, a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to stand together against the darkness that haunted both of you.

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(masterlist)

#damn #okay #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

[nights-legacy]

Long Locks & Soft Moments - Shiggy x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ MHA #2

1003 words

Warnings: none.

+ A rare soft moment with Tomura where he's playing video games and you can't help but play with his hair.

Days have been quiet for a while. Everyone had been laying low for a while. A lot of the league had been injured to the point that there was no choice but to take rest. Including Tomura and myself. Tomura and I had hid out at a little place I had in a quiet part of the city.

I woke up from a nap on a rainy day. I could hear Tomura in the room with me along with the muted sounds of some war game I couldn't place. I rolled over and saw him sitting next to the bed with his back to me with his headset on.

"Idiots..." I heard him mutter. I smiled at his quietness. Normally, he is very loud when gaming but he was being quiet for me. I laid there comfortably and just watched him. I watched as his fingers flew around his controller. He was so focused. I couldn't see his face but I zeroed in on the movement of his hair. It has gotten so long. I just wanted to play with it.

"Mmm." I hummed as I stretched a bit. I propped my head up on my hand and looked at the time. It was nearly 7pm and I knew he wouldn't have eaten yet.

"Damn." He suddenly snapped. I saw him flinch at his own volume. I stayed silent and quickly laid back down and closed my eyes. I heard a sigh of relief leave him and kept myself from laughing.

I slowly sat up and crawled up behind him. I settled down behind him. I gently ran my hands up his shoulders to his neck, pulling his silvery hair back. He jumped and cursed under his breath.

"Jeez, you scared me." He looked back at me. He pushed the headset off of one ear. "Did you sleep well and did I wake you?"

"Yes I slept well and no you didn't wake me." I leant down and nosed the nape of his neck before kissing it. I felt his hand cup my head and he kissed the side of my head. "Are you playing co-op?"

"No." I nodded and straightened up. I gently slipped his headset off and turned them off. The sound of the game filled the room and Toma quickly turned it down a little bit. I began to brush the knots out of his hair with my fingers.

"Let me know if I pull too hard." I said softly.

"Why? You know I like that." I scoffed and he chuckled. We sat in silence as I played with hair. I heard soft sounds coming from him. At one point he had to pause his game before he melted into my touch. I giggled at him.

"Your hair has gotten so long." I mumbled as I began to massage and scratch his head. He groaned out loud and I smiled. He set aside his controller and laid his arms back on the bed.

"Fuck, baby. Maybe I should keep it this long if you do this more often." I bit my lip at his moans. His voice was raspier than normal, sending shivers down my spine. I reached forward and cupped his chin, taking his head back.

"Simmer down, boy." I kissed him. He cupped the back of my head, holding me to him. I finally got to pull away and went back to playing with his hair. I began to part the strands and French braided his hair. I tied it off and leant back to admire my work.

"You're very distracting." He said. I chuckled and began to rub his shoulders. Another guttural groan escaped his lips.

"Go back to your game. I'm going to go get us some food. I know you haven't eaten." I went to get up but in a fast movement, I was on my back with Tomura on top of me.

"Not so fast. I want a little more attention from you." He whispered into my ear. I gasped as he ravaged my neck. I grabbed onto his shirt. I felt the end of his braid that had fallen over his shoulder tickling my chest and giggled.

"Tomura..." I tilted my head to give him more room. He leant on his forearms on either side of me, caging me in. He wedged a leg between my thighs.

"Fuck baby." He pressed his knee into the apex of my thighs. I groaned, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth. I hooked my leg that wasn't pinned beneath him around his waist. I rocked against his leg.

"All because I played with your hair?" I huffed as he pulled away. I reached up and lightly tugged on the braid. He groaned and closed his eyes.

"Anything you do could, to be honest." He huffed before snaking his arm under my back. He went to arch my back while I kissed his neck but he accidentally caught some stitches on my side. I gasped in pain against his neck.

"Shit." He quickly put me back down and pulled back. He shimmied up my shirt to check the wound.

"Damn. It's bleeding a bit." He was up and off the bed in a nano-second. He came back into the room with some supplies. I sat up so he could clean it. We sat in silence for a bit until the sound of his stomach rumbling. I turned to look at him.

"Told ya."

"Shut up." He grumbled with a roll of his eyes but he had a smile on his face. "Let me finish and we'll get some food. You've been tired a lot lately, I didn't want to wake you up."

"Okay." I said softly as I watched him. He poked his tongue out in concentration, and I giggled, twirling the end of his braid between my fingers. This was something that nobody has ever seen. He may be the worst villain out there, but right here, he was just your soft, loving man.

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Cute? (JJ drabble teaser)

“Honey, I'm home!” Beomgyu bellows as he steps into the house, accompanied by the little dorky giggle he lets out every time he says that. That cute idiot is still very much in the honeymoon phase where he's just happy to be with you. 

You are too, and you answer him with a giggle of your own, letting him know you're in the kitchen. Though your laughter is a little bit devious, and you can't wait to see his reaction when he comes into the room. 

“Whatcha doin–oh.” He stops in his tracks to look at you, decked out in an all pink and white outfit as you lean against the counter. The white ruffled skirt you're wearing barely covers your ass and crotch with thigh highs coming up to the middle of your thighs, cat paws printed on them. Over that you wear a pink tube top that struggles to contain your breasts, the little bell collar you're wearing bringing attention to them whenever you move. 

“What–what's going on?” He gulps, rooted to his spot still but you can already tell that your horny boyfriend pants are starting to get a little tight. “Why are you wearing that?”

“Oh, this little old thing?” You ask, twirling around to give him a nice view of your ass. The skirt you're wearing is so short that when it flies up, he can clearly see you're not wearing any underwear. “I just thought that my pretty boy has been working so hard and deserved a treat. Don't you think so?”

He nods enthusiastically, quickly making his way towards you. Immediately his hands find their way to your breasts and he bends down to kiss you. You let him slip his tongue inside your mouth, meeting it with your own as his fingers knead and rub your tits. 

“My pretty girl. So sexy.” He lets out little groans into your mouth, his hardening cock pressed up between your legs. You already feel yourself getting wet, his fingers flicking your nipples as he grinds against you. “All for me to fuck.” 

Finally, you pull away from him, pushing on his chest to put a distance between you, and answer his confused look. “Not yet, pup, I'm making you some food first. We don't want it to burn now, do we?”

“I don't care.” He growls, hands squeezing your breasts as he attempts to lean down again to kiss you, but you turn your head to the side, and he ends up kissing your neck instead. 

“But I care. I worked so hard on this meal.” You whine, pulling his head back by his hair. “Don't be bad now, Beommie.”

“You're the one being bad, wearing that slutty little outfit on purpose to drive me crazy.” His eager eyes eat you up as he toys with the neckline of your top, subtly trying to pull it down to uncover your breasts but you swat his hands away. 

“You hurt me, baby. I just wanna take care of you.” You pout, and he grabs your hand and puts it on his crotch, making you feel the hard bulge there. “Take care of this.” 

“After dinner.” You roll your eyes, turning around in his hold to check on the food and adding the prepared veggies to the pot. It’s a very simple meal, you just need to mix everything together into a stew. You knew you couldn’t make anything complicated as you’re likely to become very distracted very soon. 

Case in point…

“But I can’t wait that long.” He whines, draping his body over you, his lips planting wet, needy kisses along your shoulder and neck that make you wet somewhere else. “Not with you looking like this.” 

You pretend to let out an exasperated sigh, and press your ass against his crotch, biting back your grin. “Well, I guess if you really can’t wait… you can touch me while I’m preparing the food.” 

“Fucking slut.” He groans, hands moving to your breasts again and kneading them over the thin material of your top, easily finding your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. 

You scoff, trying to hide how affected you are by his touches already. “I’m not the one who can’t control myself when I see my girlfriend dressed in an innocent pink outfit.” 

“This is not fucking innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” He calls you out, leaning back and pulling up your skirt so he can see your bare ass. 

“Fuck…” He mutters under his breath, cupping your asscheeks and spreading them apart. “Fuck, baby, you’re leaking onto your thighs.” 

“Shut up, Beommie. Don’t be a filthy boy.” You scold, shivering when he drags a finger along your slit, gathering some of your arousal and bringing it to your lips. 

“Open up, baby. Taste yourself.” 

“Beommie–” You pretend to protest but he knows you’re just putting on an act. It’s all part of the little role play scenarios you know he loves so much. And so you let him grab your chin with his other hand, forcing your mouth open so he can shove his wet fingers inside, making you taste yourself. 

“Sweet, isn't it, baby? I could stay with my face buried in your pussy all night long.” He tells you, fucking your mouth his fingers until you’re gagging on them. “Fuck, you’re making my cock ache. You have such a pretty mouth.” 

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and turns your head back towards him, smearing your own saliva over your cheek as he does so. The kiss is wet and filthy, just how Beomgyu likes it. And just as you get lost in the kiss, his hand leaves your face to slide between your bodies, prodding at your pussy from behind. 

“Beommie!” You whine, throwing your head back on his shoulder. 

“Tsk. Gotta focus on the cooking, baby.” He mocks, pulling your head back down before thrusting his fingers inside you. “We don’t want it to burn now, do we?”

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