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[britcision]

I mean listen

Listen

I love literally every single thing about this and I will be adding this to my soulcanon

But there is just one quibble:

The heart not being active is a key component of a LOT of vampire lore

They have no pulse so when you press your head tenderly to their chest you get jack shit, or sometimes an extremely slow, extremely feeble beat

(Them 1-in-100 normal beat vampires clearly have active hearts so they’re fine but like. Classic vamps? Often no heart beat as a core identifying feature)

And. Vampires are typically unable to consume any human food, not just unwilling

Also, blood isn’t especially nutrient-dense compared to other foods, but y’know what it is full of? Pre-digested nutrients fully ready to be taken directly to the organs, no further disassembly required

(Blood is mostly protein and has 7g per 100mL vs a peanut’s 26g per 100g, and peanuts also have way more fat which is vitally important because that is where the energy comes from)

Real convenient if, say… your digestive system is no longer for digesting

SO

May I propose:

The stomach has taken the place of the heart and this is another reason why they must ingest blood, because they are ALSO known for not breathing and it is so inconvenient to oxygenate all that blood when you can simply go steal someone else’s pre-oxygenated-blood

The digestive system is already majorly focused on touching as much blood as possible to get nutrients in, just a couple convenient wee ulcers and now you can pump blood directly in and out of the stomach wall and then what is your heart for?

Decoration

(And staking, which is interesting because it does almost always occur in conjunction with the heart not beating lore, so they’re not using it but it is still emotionally important? Or it’s doing Something Else)

Honestly peristalsis is all about muscles clenching in rhythm anyway all it needs is to be dialed up and suddenly the extra-diffused circulatory system (because of using many smaller arteries than just two) can also help to more centrally control blood flow, which may contribute to healing factors

Send less blood to that gaping wound, or MORE with additional platelets and replace the volume by feeding immediately and bam

This is also why vampires can’t build normal muscle or body fat, since they’re simply not taking in nutrients through any process that allows for excess storage, which is why no matter how much blood they drink or cars they yeet you see so many vampire twinks

You can maintain your existing human muscle mass, but the cancer simply is not affecting the growth of muscle cells, or every vampire would be an ever-expanding ball of muscle fit to make a bodybuilder weep

The only remaining issue is hyping up the immune system to deal with potentially keeping the cancer in check and dealing with those inconvenient blood types…

vampire who’s married to an archaeologist voice: my love, stop trying to carbon date me

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sinful sentences (six)

franco colapinto - "how do you like that?"

tags: smut/pwp, phone/facetime sex, mutual masturbation, voice kink, dirty talk

sinful sentences catalogue

weeks apart, you have been apart for weeks. while formula one had been a blessing to franco, it had be a source of personal hell for you. while his karting career meant he was away a lot, at least the schedule allowed you to visit him more often. but with you wrapped up in your own academic work, you had been without the touch of your lover for close to four weeks now.

and things were getting dire for you. you missed sleepy mornings together, you missed the good luck kisses, you missed his jokes and his laugh. you missed the smell of him after a shower (sometimes after a work out) - he was such an important part of your life that without it everything felt grayer.

you tried to keep a positive outlook though, you cheered him on and watched every race. you were his number on fan on top of being his lover. but you could only masturbate so many times with your face in his pillow before you started to get cramps in your hands.

but a small saving grace came when you got a text message from franco asking if you wanted to facetime - "i miss you, my love. i want to see your face once more!"

you were both sexually needy. franco wanted you and casual catch-up turned into him without his shirt on and his hand grasped around his cock in his sweatpants. his breathing heavy as he positioned his phone up against some pillows. to eye you with heat while he pleasured himself.

you did the same before you kicked off your sweatpants and took off your (formerly his) t-shirt. he caught sight of your breasts and gripped his cock a little tighter to off-set the throb of erection. you drove him crazy, you were something else entirely. that was why he wanted you so badly, why he craved for you the way someone craved food or water. your pretty tits were a life source for him.

"i wish you were here right now. i wish i was back home in your bed. does it still smell like me, angel? you know i have one of your sweaters, sadly it accidentally got covered in cum. but when i get home, i'm going to put it on you and fuck you right up against your dresser until all those little toys fall off." his voice was heavy with lust, his breathing was heavy as he got his cock out of his sweatpants. he couldn't take anymore. not while you looked so beautiful for him.

"i miss you franco." you said softly, "i'm so proud of you, but i miss our time together. i want you, fuck. anyway i can have you, i just need you, honey." you started to rub your achy clit, your wetness got all over the fabric of your panties and seeped through onto your hand.

the feeling was intense as you two started to pleasure yourselves. franco's phone fell over once and he was quick to move it back as he stroked his cock quickly. pleasure zapped through your bodies, even so much space between you two, you felt the connectivity between you two. the closeness you shared as you masturbated together.

"i missed you too." he groaned, "every day we are apart, it feels like days upon days. i missed you, i missed our home. i miss the way you laugh and how you look when you are asleep. and i know that you think you look ugly when you sleep, but i love it. i love all of you." he groaned as he continued to pleasure himself. his hand fisted his cock as he felt the pleasure leap through his body.

he kept his eyes near glued to the screen by him, the sight of your hands in between your legs. you looked beautiful in a way that words failed him. the usual charming franco colapinto was at a loss for words in regards to your beauty. knowing that you were touching yourself because of him, that you couldn't deny yourself pleasure in regards to your lover.

"you'll be home soon, and when you come home, i'm going to make it special. because you've been working so hard, i miss you. but i'm so proud." you whimpered as you touched yourself further. you could feel the pleasure through your body the more you touched yourself, "i'll make our reunion special, babe. that's a promise." the words were filthy and he loved it, he loved you.

"i'll take care of you, my love." he said softly, "make up for lost time. you and i, you better buy enough groceries for two weeks because we won't be leaving the apartment." he chuckled lowly, "i want to remember every part of you while we are apart."

franco wanted to touch you. he wanted his strong hands up and down your body, he wanted to feel his lover under his touch. he wanted to hit your sweet spot, the spots you couldn't quite reach. he wanted to feel your climax and then kiss your heated skin once you came down from the high. he wanted everything, he was a lover in that way. the kind that wanted you in every capacity. just one of the funner ways was to fuck you.

facetime would just have to make due until he finally got his hands back on you. to see you on the screen masturbating did arouse him greatly. he tensed his grasp around his cock as he continued to let his mouth run with his affection towards you. "you look beautiful, even with that shit camera of your phone. but i know your body anywhere. look at your breasts, your pussy. that look on your face." he purred as he continued to stroke. he could feel the want in his body as he made the pleasure grow in his core.

"how do you like that?" you asked, near pathetic.

"my hand is nothing like you. but, i'll think about when i see you again. two more races and then i am all yours. just as you are mine, right?" he panted heavily as the pleasure raced through him further. he could feel the tension in his body from the intense feeling of it all. his heart hammered and he could feel it down to his feet.

"sweet talker."

he chuckled, "only for you, my love. only you make me act like this. when i'm with you, i lose control. even over a screen, i want you. fuck, i need you." he licked his lips as the pleasure continued to mount in his body. he stroked his cock heavier and let the pleasure wash over him. the thrill of want in his core only grew the more he touched himself. he switched up the pace every so often to keep the pleasure throbbing in his brain.

"i love you, franco." you groaned.

"and i love you." he replied. he watched you through half-lidded eyes as you brought yourself to climax. he said as you panted through climax, "when i come home, you'll get the real thing. i promise." there was a lust to his words that only emboldened you to continued to pleasure yourself through orgasm.

and it excite franco enough to finish as well. he came with a groan and tried to bite back his words getting too loud. williams didn't need to know what he was getting up to tonight. the pleasure washed over him as you teased your clit to the sight of him orgasming.

you soon both stopped your pace and laid out on your respective beds. you brought the phone closer to him and looked at his flushed expression. you giggled and made kissing noises towards the camera which made him laugh a little.

"a few more weeks, my love. then i am back home and i'm back in your arms." he smiled dreamily at you, "i'm thinking maybe, after the season, i can take some of the racing money and we can go somewhere for the holidays. i want to make up for all the time we're apart. what do you say?"

his gesture made your cheeks heat up a little bit. you replied as franco got a good look at your face on the screen, "make me finish harder than i just did. and i'll go anywhere with you."

"then, my love, i suggest you pack your bags." <3

[cheerysmores]

My wife once told me she would never play Baldur's Gate 3 because 'it's that slut game.' One year later she finally caved and did her very first playthrough.

May I present: Mrs. Cheery's chaotic gremlin adventure to Baldur's Gate.

Act 1

Our hero is the drow fighter, Lady Coolio. To this day we do not know whether Lady is her name or her title. She has a big sword, big tits and one goal: get to The Baldur's Gate with no distractions.

Escaped the 'Meat Bus' (Nautaloid). "Right how close am I to Baldur's gate? Like three hours?"

Sold her camp clothes by accident and was very sad that all she had to run around in was a grey hobo sack. (No mods. Sorry wife)

Asked if Withers was Solas's Dad.

Lady Coolio calls Astarion rat boy. In Wifey's words “he told me ‘when I was a little lad Cazador made me eat rats.’”

To be fair she isn't great with names so Halsin = Hoisin Sauce, Lae'zel = onion lady, Volo = Volvo, Cazador = Calzone (sometimes)

In camp: Gale "I'd like to show you something rather magical". Lady Coolio: "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR MAGIC PENIS"

“There are so many dead bodies everywhere this entire place has got to stink” (just act 1 generally)

Act 2

Ran into the shadow cursed lands very under levelled and Last Light inn instantly got sacked. Bad news as she was romancing Karlach and now can’t get her second upgrade. Lady Coolio firmly blames Isobel for "triggering like three opportunity attacks when she could have... not done that."

Died to the shadow curse a LOT. Her: “Why is everyone dying????” Me: “Remember the moon lantern?” Her: “The what?” Me: “… that thing with the swearing pixie in it” Her: “ I still have to use that????” Me: “ yes, because Isobel is dead” Her: "WHY IS SHE STILL CAUSING PROBLEMS."

Hates the Gauntlet of Shar. Asked Shadowheart, “Is Shar the only goddess with an Olympic qualifier to join her religion?”

And now a series of comments on the Dead 3's chosen: “so the bad guys are evil undead Santa, Lady Gaga and the ugliest man I’ve ever seen?”)” “Is Gale… horny for that crown??” “Maybe Myrkul would be more threatening if he wasn’t standing in an giant toilet and not moving”

On discovering the Emperor) “wait my fairy god mother is a SQUID??? oh :( ”

She did however become half illithid but hated that she ended up with varicose veins on her boobs.

Gale and Astarion then graduated to “those weak pudding men” because they kept getting stuck halfway across the map by missing jumps. Act 3

Said “Brexit means Brexit” every time she met someone who was complaining about the refugees.

Went to see Raphael at Sharess's Caress. Didn’t sign his contract “ I trust neither Lord Farquad nor squid man but I’m not selling my soul to someone who has such bad vibes.”

At Gortash's coronation. "I thought he was popular? Like seven people turned up to watch it. Is it because he's really ugly and smells like Lynx (Axe) body spray?"

She wanted to eat Orin's outfit because it looks like delicious bacon.

Walking around the city: "so where do I go??" "Anywhere you like." "I hate this."

She would not stop stealing things. I think she murdered the entire battalion of flaming fist in the lower city because "a lady's gotta eat." She also killed everyone in sorcerer’s sundries including Rolan.

Had the prototypical stress aneurysm while doing the iron throne but somehow managed to get ALL the hostages out.

Lae’zel was kidnapped by Orin for 9 in game days . When I asked about this she said “FINDING CLOWN MEAT IS MORE IMPORTANT.”

“Why does every door here lead to the sewer????? And why are there so many live mines in the sewer??”

(in the basement of the elfsong) “soo because the Emperor has a shitty basement I’m supposed to be best friend with him now? This soup recipe does not make me trust you squid man”

Halsin “nature used all its powers when crafting you” Wife “well it also crafted bacon lady (Orin) so swings and roundabouts”

Astarion stayed a spawn and she convinced Gale not to use the crown. “No one is becoming ultimate bitch on my watch”

Despite her distrust of the Emperor she still allied with him in the final fight. Because, and I quote, "Lady Coolio's goal is to stop the Absolute. The Emperor has the same goal. I don't know when I became everyone's therapist and in charge of them making better choices but I'm putting my foot down at replacing dehydrated onion queen with baldy prince king over here. The Gith's religion is not my problem."

In her canon Lady Coolio and the Emperor high fived when they won.

85 hours later and Lady Coolio is the hero of Baldur's Gate. Please enjoy this picture of our heroine.

[hypnobeauty]

a chance encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic (part 9)

summary: a story about how you and hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. masterlist cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, slow burn, sexual tension, mutual masturbation. NSFW, mdni. a/n: smutty chapter! the amount of times i've rewritten this chapter is honestly embarassing. i tried my best not to be objectifying and respectful! enjoy xx as usual, comments are always welcome (now it’s for real, school is back—i’m a teacher—so it might take a while to update) taglist: @strayteez3staner @dekiruxxx @jeongteen @sunnysurvives @3leni @etta-huracan @honeyhyunju @basoressia @antisocial-aina @googie-jeon @christinamadsen @deernat @vvlwvvy

part 9. slow burn, steady flame

things with hyun-ju had always been slow when it came to physical intimacy. she was never shy about holding you, kissing you, pulling you close—but whenever things started to shift into something more, she would hesitate, pull back. you never pushed. you knew she wanted you just as much as you wanted her, but desire alone wasn’t always enough. she had her boundaries, her insecurities, and you never wanted her to feel anything less than completely safe with you.

you had talked about it before—really talked about it, without sidestepping the details.

one night, curled up together on the couch, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “can i tell you something?” she asked, her voice soft.

“of course,” you said, squeezing her hand.

she exhaled through her nose, like she was gathering the words before speaking. “i know i always stop when things get… heated,” she said, glancing at you briefly before looking away. “it’s not because i don’t want to. i do.”

“i know,” you murmured.

she squeezed your fingers, her grip firm, grounding herself. “it’s just… my body doesn’t always feel like mine. most days, i’m fine, but sometimes, it sneaks up on me.” she swallowed, searching for the right words. “i get stuck in my head. it’s like… i want you to touch me, but at the same time, i don’t.”

you nodded slowly, absorbing her words. “that makes sense.”

she blinked. “it does?”

“of course,” you said, threading your fingers through hers. “you’ve been through a lot, hyun-ju. your body has been through a lot. it makes sense that some days it feels like home, and some days it doesn’t.”

she let out a quiet laugh, almost disbelieving. “you always make it sound so easy.”

you shrugged. “it’s easy to be patient when i care about you.”

her grip on your hand tightened slightly. “i just… i haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she admitted. “more than a year, actually.”

that caught your attention. “more than a year?”

hyun-ju nodded, shifting slightly. “yeah. i mean, i started transitioning a year ago, but even before that… i hadn’t done anything with my ex for a while.”

at the mention of her ex, you couldn’t stop the small twinge of jealousy that flared up. “your ex, huh?”

hyun-ju glanced at you, immediately catching your tone, and smirked. “you’re not jealous, are you?”

“no,” you said too quickly, narrowing your eyes. “i just didn’t know you had an ex.”

she let out a small laugh. “it’s not that interesting. it was over before i even started transitioning. she wasn’t a bad person or anything, just… we weren’t right for each other.”

you studied her for a moment. “did she—was she supportive?”

hyun-ju hesitated. “not really.”

that answer was enough for you to understand. you let out a breath, swinging your leg over her lap and sitting on it, so you could face her properly. “well, for the record, i’d like to formally apply for the position of ‘right person for hyun-ju.’ i think my credentials are pretty solid.”

she chuckled, shaking her head. “you’re such an idiot.”

“but a lovable idiot,” you pointed out, leaning towards her and giving her a light peck on her lips.

“the most lovable,” she admitted, brushing her nose on yours.

there was a moment of quiet, warm and safe. then she spoke again, softer this time. “i do want you,” she said. “i think about it. a lot. more than i should, probably.”

you smirked, “oh? how often is ‘more than you should’?”

she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “aein, don’t make me say it.”

you pried her hands away, laughing softly. “hey, i like knowing you think about me.”

hyun-ju exhaled, “ i just want to be ready. i want to feel good when it happens.”

you reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “then we’ll wait until you do. no rush.”

she searched your face for a second before sighing, a small, lopsided smile forming. “you’re going to combust, aren’t you?”

you groaned, dramatically flopping to the side. “hyun-ju, i’m dying here.”

she laughed, the sound light and teasing. “patience, aein.”

you turned your head toward her, smirking. “no promises.”

she rolled her eyes, but the way she squeezed your hand told you everything you needed to know. she kissed you then, slow and grateful, and you knew she believed you.

it was another two months before you saw her fully bare for the first time. by then, you had settled into the routine she had pulled you into—early mornings at the gym, where she trained like it was second nature and you, well, tried your best. exercise was a necessity for you, something you did for your health, but for hyun-ju, it was something more. it was control, it was care, it was a way to feel strong in a body that had once felt like a cage.

and maybe, just maybe, it was her way of slowly letting you see her.

that day, after an intense session, she invited you to her place instead of heading home separately. it was casual, something you’d done before, nothing out of the extraordinary.

the apartment door clicked shut behind you two, the sound muffled by the weight of your exhaustion. you’d just finished a grueling workout at the gym, bodies slick with sweat, muscles aching but alive with that post-exercise buzz. you wiped your brow with the back of your hand, peeling off your damp tank top and tossing it over your shoulder. the sports bra clung to your body, the fabric damp and cooling as you stood there, gulping down a glass of water.

you caught hyun-ju staring, her eyes lingering on your body with a mix of admiration and something else… something that made your skin prickle with anticipation.

“enjoying the view, aein?” you teased, setting the glass down on the counter. her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away.

“yes,” she admitted, blushing. her gaze was unwavering, and for a moment, the air between you felt charged, like the static before a storm.

you stepped closer, closing the distance. your hands found her shoulders, then slid up to wrap around her neck. hyun-ju didn’t pull away, instead, she leaned into you, her body pressing against yours as you kissed her. it wasn’t a gentle kiss—it was hungry, desperate, like she’d been holding back for too long. 

“we’re all sweaty,” you said, breathless, when you two finally broke apart. you pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, feeling her sigh against you. “how about we clean up a little? a shower together might be nice.”

she bit her lower lip, her eyes flickering with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. “a shower… together?”

“mmhmm,” you murmured, my fingers tracing circles on her shoulder. “just being close, washing each other. nothing you’re not ready for. and if you feel uncomfortable at any point, we stop. promise.”

she hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “okay. i… you think i’d like that.”

this was it. after four months of dating, of stolen kisses and whispered promises, you were finally here. the thought made your stomach twist with a mix of excitement and nervousness. you wanted this—you wanted her—but you also knew how vulnerable she felt, how much this moment meant to both of us.the bathroom was softly lit, the warm glow of the overhead light making everything feel intimate and safe. you turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right—warm, but not too hot. steam began to rise, clouding the mirror and filling the space with a comforting haze.

she stood in front of you, her back turned to your front and you could see she was fidgeting with her hands–a habit she had whenever she was anxious or nervous. you reached for the hem of her shirt, pausing to ask her. “can i?”

she hesitated, then nodded again, her breath catching as you slowly lifted the fabric over her head.

then, her back still turned to you, hyun-ju pulled her sports bra off. you couldn't help but admire her body, the muscles of her shoulders and arms defined from years of workouts. she hesitated for a moment before turning around, and when she did, your breath caught in your throat.

her small, perky breasts were perfect, her nipples soft and blush, inviting. her belly was toned, faint abs visible beneath her smooth skin. she moved slowly, almost nervously, as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her jogging pants and pulled them down. her legs were strong and smooth, her hips narrow but feminine. she stood there in nothing but her white cotton panties, and you could see the outline of her half hard cock, tucked to the right, the shape of her balls visible beneath the fabric.

your pulse quickened as you stepped out of your shorts, then your panties, leaving yourself completely naked in front of her. she glanced down at me, her eyes dark with desire, and you saw her cock twitch beneath her underwear.

she reached for the waistband of her panties, her hands trembling slightly, and you held your breath as she pulled them down. her cock bobbed free, and you couldn’t help but stare. it was beautiful—perfectly shaped, the right length and girth, a vein running along the top, the tip pink and sensitive-looking. the hair around it was light, kept trimmed short, and her balls were round and shapely.

you took a step back, mouth watering, your hands groping blindly for the shower door as you kept your eyes locked on hers. she didn’t look away either, her gaze burning into you.

“come, aein,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “join me.”

she hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, her body trembling with anticipation. the shower was warm, the water cascading over us as you reached for her, pulling her close. you took hyun-ju's hand, leading her into the shower. the water cascaded over us, soothing, and you heard her let out a soft sigh as it hit her skin. you grabbed the bottle of body wash, squeezing a generous amount into your palm.

“turn around,” you said gently, and she obeyed, her back facing you. you started at her shoulders, your hands working the lather into her skin in slow, deliberate circles. she leaned into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as your fingers kneaded the tension from her muscles.

“that feels amazing,” hyun-ju murmured, her voice almost lost in the sound of the water.

you smiled, hands moving lower, tracing the curve of her spine. you washed her with care, taking time to explore every inch of her body, making sure she felt every touch, every caress. when you reached her hips, she tensed slightly, but you didn’t push, moving instead to her legs, kneading the muscles there until she relaxed again.

“your turn,” she said, turning around to face you. you handed her the body wash, and she took it, her hands trembling slightly as she squeezed some into her palm. she started at your shoulders, her touch tentative but growing more confident as she worked the lather into you skin. her hands moved slowly, deliberately, as if she were memorizing every curve, every dip of you body.

when she reached your breasts, she paused, her eyes flickering up to meet you. “can i…?”

“of course,” you whispered, your breath hitching as her hands cupped them, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. you let out a soft moan, head falling back as she explored the mounts, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

she leaned in, her lips capturing you in a hungry kiss, her hands still working their magic. you moaned into her mouth, your hands tangling in her hair as the water beat down on you, the steam making the air thick and heady.

when she pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire, her breathing ragged. “i want to touch you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “all of you.”

you nodded, heart pounding in your chest. “anything. always.”

hyun-ju's hands moved tentatively to your thighs, sliding up to your hips, and then she dropped one hand lower, her fingertips grazing you clit. you gasped into her mouth, the sensation sending a jolt through you. god, she was good at this. her touches were tentative at first, like she was learning the rhythm of your body, but as you moaned softly, she grew bolder.

“is this okay?” she whispered, her voice trembling with both nervousness and desire.

“yes,” you breathed, your hands moving to her shoulders, steadying yourself as her fingers began to circle you with more purpose. your head fell back, and you let out a breathy sigh, body responding eagerly to hyun-ju's touch. “just like that.”

hyun-ju's cheeks flushed at the praise, and you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. but even as she pleased you, her movements growing more confident, you could feel the tension in her body—the way she hesitated when you hand drifted lower, toward the part of her she still struggled to accept.

you stopped suddenly, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. her eyes were wide, almost scared, and kissed her again, softly, reassuringly. “can i touch you?” you asked, your voice steady but gentle. “please tell me if it’s too much.”

hyun-ju swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she processed your words. for a moment, she looked like she might pull away, but then she nodded, her voice barely audible. “y-yes. i want you to.”

your heart swelled at her bravery, at the trust she was placing in you. you kissed her once more, a slow, tender press of my lips to hers, before letting your hand drift lower. your fingers grazed her length, and she shuddered, her hips twitching involuntarily. she was already hard, her cock straining against your palm, and you could feel the heat radiating from her.

“you’re so beautiful,” you murmured, fingers wrapping around her gently. hyun-ju let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed as you began to stroke her slowly, the soap making every movement smooth and slick. her hips bucked into your hand, and you could feel the tension in her body beginning to unravel, her uncertainty giving way to pleasure.

“oh god,” hyun-ju whimpered, her hands gripping your waist tightly as you worked her. her breathing grew ragged, her body trembling under my touch, and you could tell she was close. the way she responded to you—every gasp, every shiver—was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but moan as her fingers continued to tease you, the dual sensations pushing you both closer to the edge.

“that’s it, aein,” you coaxed, your voice low and husky. “let go for me.”

her eyes snapped open, locking onto you, and something in her expression shattered. her orgasm hit her hard, her body convulsing as she came, her release spilling over your hand. the sight of her unraveling, her face twisted in ecstasy, sent you over the edge as well. your own climax crashed over you in waves, your legs buckling as you cried out her name.

you clung to each other, both shaking and gasping for air, the water from the shower still cascading down around you. her forehead rested against you, and you could feel hyun-ju smiling—small and hesitant, but genuine.

“that was…” hyun-ju started, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.

“perfect,” you finished for her, brushing her wet hair from her face. “you’re perfect.”

she blushed furiously, burying her face in the crook of your neck, and you laughed softly, holding her close. we stayed like that for a moment, just breathing each other in.

“ready to get out?” you asked softly, brushing her hair back from her face.

hyun-ju nodded, her eyes still glistening. “yeah. but first…” she leaned in, capturing my lips in a slow, tender kiss. “i love you,” she whispered into your mouth. “so much.”

“i love you too,” you murmured, heart overflowing with emotion. “always.”

you stepped out of the shower, the cool air hitting your skin and making you shiver. you grabbed two towels, wrapping one around her and the other around yourself. she leaned into you, her body warm and soft against mine, and you held her close, lips brushing against her temple.

“let’s get cozy,” you whispered, leading her back to the bedroom. she nodded, her hand in you, and you knew that no matter what, you were in this together.

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

"You're welcome." Remus smiled then nodded, "Sounds good! If you ever feel differently let me know. Or if you want anything else done to your body. I'll happily pay for any of the surgeries. Mhm... Can't agree with you more. Flesh is gross sometimes. Mhm, that's true, but it could make you feel somewhat better. That's true!" He kissed emiles shoulder, "And I think it's adorable, no matter what you do." He nods, then he works down to emiles hips and his stomach. "Yeah... Mhm... You have the cutest stomach, do you know that? You're not too skinny, but not too big either. You've got a little bit of chub to make it adorable." He kissed his stomach.

"There are chances that he doesn't care. But I won't count on it, is all I'm saying. He may want Roman off the hook now that he's got Roman 2.0, I guess you could say." The man leaned back in his chair as Virgil watched the video. "Nope. They keep mentioning him, and yet...they're not doing a single thing to save him. It's like theyre talking about a ghost, or someone that's already dead. Hm, personally Roman is more my type, I like Romans big shoulders. But I see what you two see in this ex. Hm... That's a possibility... Especially since I'll be sending the dogs to this address, so it's clear that you know where they are. So you could, theoretically, kill the ex very easily. He may take that as a real possible threat..."

The man snorted, "Aw, I would've liked to have seen Roman in a ring gag, shoot. But I would've loved to have seen Romans face as he realized you were serious and he had to wear it." He chuckled, "I bet it was priceless. Oh?" The man leaned over to see the photo, only to chuckle even more at seeing it. "Oh, yeah, that's perfect. It's like he's made for those sort of outfits! He's adorable! Can I show that to the boys? I bet they'll fight over each other to get their hands on the photo."

"I bet he would. Ah, yeah, if you don't condition him enough he would cry the first time you do it. Judging by how loudly the mutt protested when they arrived, you may have him on your ass too. Mhm, smart. Gotta condition his mind to associate you with love and pleasure. Give him a sort of... Stockholm syndrome sort of thing. He's gonna look very cute with a big tummy, I bet. Oh, before you get to that point, would you want me to do a full checkup on him? Just to make sure he's healthy? You don't want him to be sick when he's pregnant, after all."

"Well, for Roman it won't be much harm to him. I'll do it the most humane way for him. As for the mutt..." The man chuckled darkly, "Who really cares about him, really? Let's just say... It's going to be so extreme that there won't be a way to reverse the process. He'll be a permanent doll for the rest of his life. But, again, who really cares? As for Roman... I'll do it how some therapists do it, just hypnotizing him. It may take some time, but he won't know the difference by the end of it. Also, if you want, later down the line, I could make Roman a hybrid. That way if he ever does escape..." He chuckled, "Everyone will just treat him as property, as your official property. Won't that be fantastic?"

Patton knocked desperately at the strangers door, praying someone, anyone was home. His heart beat as fast and loud as the rain thundering against the sidewalk. He was sure he was being followed, they were going to catch him. They were going to drag him back. He wasn't sure if whoever lived here might be worse, but he was willing to risk it at this point. Anything to escape.

{@moralpuppylover2}

Janus didn't know who would be at the door. It was late, but his master won't surely be home at this time. He normally doesn't get home until the sun starts to come up.

So, as the dog hybrid walked up to the door and opened it, he wondered who it could be. And if he should open it at all... Who knows, he may get in trouble with his master for opening the door. But, his curiosity was getting the better of him-

He stopped when he saw the soaking wet cat standing at the doorway. He could tell that this cat needed help almost immediately. Well, if his poor state of clothes were anything to go by. His eyes flickered up and down the sidewalk before he grabbed pattons arm and pulled him inside.

"are you alright?" Janus nervously asked as he grabbed a towel from the mud room. "Well, that's a stupid question, of course you're not alright! Are you...running away from your owners?" As Janus walked, the collar around his neck would jingle loudly. And even though it was cold outside and even in the house, he only had a pair of boxers on. Because of that, Patton would be able to see the numerous large scars that covered his body...and the countless amounts of fresh bruises.

@moralpuppylover2

[eden-writes-stuff]

tags: Remus teaches Sirius to wank, black family trauma, mutual masturbation, NSFW, 18+ (can be read as dub-con if you want to)

"Fuck, not again", Sirius groaned, burying his face in the pillows. This seemed to happen more and more often the older he got.

It was almost painful this time. Like he had to pee really badly, but paired with a need to punch something. As always he decided to ignore it and got up to pull the curtains around his bed aside.

"Morning, Pads", Remus mumbled, looking up from his book. Remus always spent the holiday mornings in his bed, reading. It was a comforting sight. "Morning, Moons", Sirius yawned, before sitting up

"Oh, shit. Do... You know what, I'll go and read in the common room", Remus said and cleared his throat, just as Sirius stretched for a bit. "What? Why? You like your mornings in bed", Sirius answered, confused. 

"It's fine, I'll... just give you the time you need..." Remus got off of his bed, taking his book with him and made his way towards the door.

"Time for what?" "Sirius, you are aware, you got a... you know...?" He lifted an eyebrow as if to tell him something, which only confused the oldest Marauder more. "A what?" He looked down on himself, checking for stains on his clothes. "It's not my hair, is it?", he said, looking up at him, then launching at him, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Moony, tell me there's nothing wrong with my hair!", he pressed on.

"What? No. Not your hair. You... you got a raging boner", Remus answered, stepping back a bit,  then glancing down.

"A what? Oh, that... what's wrong with it? It will go away in a bit." Moony obviously hadn't expected that answer. "Well, yeah. But wouldn't you like to... do something about it?" "Do what? There isn't anything to be done", Sirius shrugged.

Now Remus was the confused one. "Of course there is." When Sirius just stared at him, he sighed. "You know... playing around? fiddling? tossing off? automanipulation? beat the meat?"

"How is beating meat gonna help me get rid of this thing?", he asked.

For a while, they just stared at each other. "You really have no idea, do you?", Remus asked eventually. "I thought I made that clear."

"So... you've been having this... thing for a while. And it just sometimes happens... And when it does you always just wait until it goes away?" "What else would I do?"

Remus looked between the door and Sirius, obviously trying to decide between fight and flight. "I can't believe no one ever told you about this." He laid his book aside and leaned against the door, eyeing Sirius.

"Then tell me now. What's that dark secret everyone has been hiding from me?", he asked, getting slightly irritated.

"I'm really not sure that I'm the right-" "Please, Moony! you can't just leave me hanging now." Remus groaned quietly, then nodded. "Fine. It's usually called wanking or jerking off. It's... Fucking hell, how do you explain that?", he ran his hand through his hair, "Well, basically... It's the same motions as when you're cleaning your broom. You know, you got the lengthy, round thing and then you just... rub over it. Have fun with it", he tried.

For a few seconds, Sirius thought about it. "So I'm supposed to take my penis into my hand and rub over it? That doesn't sound very fun." "Well, I didn't invent it. Don't complain to me", Remus shrugged.

"Show me", Sirius demanded. "What?"

"Show me." "No. Absolutely not." "Come on, Moons. We're friends, aren't we? Friends help each other out." Remus was about to argue when he realised that this might be his only ever chance at seeing Sirius Black naked. It was wrong. Very wrong to use it like this.

"You'll have to take your clothes off if you want me to show you", he warned him. Sirius shrugged. "I'm not the one with the body issues."

Remus took a deep breath in before slowly walking toward his bed. Sirius followed him, thankful for any help he'd get.

"Alright, how do you need me?" Sirius asked, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "Just get comfortable", Remus answered, relaxing into the warmth of his pillows with enough place for Sirius to fit next to him.

"I should take my clothes off first though, right?" "Yeah, that would make it a lot easier", Remus agreed. For some reason, he felt the need to look away as Sirius undressed. It wasn't like he wouldn't see it anyways, but something about this felt too vulnerable for him to watch.

After a bit, he felt a weight on the bed next to him and glanced over. His mouth went dry at once.

"Moony? Is... there isn't anything wrong with me, is there?"

"What? No. Fuck! Sorry. No. Absolutely not. You... You're erm..", his voice sounded hoarse, "It's longer than most others. Between most guys that's a bragging right", he gave Sirius a small smile. "Oh... That's good then", Sirius answered, staring at his dick.

"It doesn't usually look like this." "Well, yeah. It gets harder when you're horny. Basically, all the blood from your brain goes down there", Remus explained. "Why?" "Not sure. I'm not an expert or anything either." "Okay... So, show me what to do."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "You mean- You want me to touch it?", he asked carefully. "I don't know!" Sirius groaned. "I don't know anything about any of this, okay? You're a good teacher, I've seen you help the others studying." "Well, this isn't exactly studying, but yeah, sure..." He would burn in hell for this.

"Alright then, is it okay for you if I touch it?" Sirius nodded. Remus tried to breathe evenly.

Slowly and softly Remus let his hand slide along Sirius' cock, earning a soft gasp and a slight arch of his hips. Careful not to squeeze too hard, Remus wrapped his fingers around the bright pink flesh and started moving it up and down.

"Moony!" Sirius wasn't sure what exactly was happening to him, but Godric, he never wanted it to stop. Remus couldn't help but stare at his face. He was ethereal. 

"Moony- You- I- hng!" Sirius' hands gripped the sheets as his hips automatically jerked upward to get more and more. He couldn't look away. Never in his life had Remus seen something quite this gorgeous. He had to stop. He wasn't here to get Sirius off, he was here to teach him. Biting down on his lower lip, he slowed his movements before stopping completely and letting go.

Sirius sighed in disappointment, looking toward Remus at the loss of warmth. Remus swallowed. "Give me your hand", he ordered, holding out his own, as an invite for Sirius. Gently, he led Sirius' fingers around his dick, then started guiding his hand.

Quietly humming, Sirius buried his face in Remus' neck. Remus' back straightened and for a second he considered doing something, but then he felt Sirius' lips brush against his veins and all thoughts packed for a very long holiday.

"Yours felt better", Sirius murmured against his skin. Still not thinking clearly, Remus turned his head toward him.

The first time their lips touched it wasn't more than a light brush. The second time it was a crash. Two mouths wanting for more, two bodies aching to be closer.

Completely lost in the moment he pulled his friend into his lap, never breaking the rhythm of his hand. Sirius groaned and gasped against his lips, still moving his hips slightly.

Remus could feel himself harden with every single one of Sirius' motions.

It didn't take the other one long to realise it. Carefully he let his hand slide into Remus' pyjama bottoms, pulling his dick out. Remus moaned lightly into the kiss, biting down on his lip.

"Stop?", Sirius asked, pausing for a moment, but Remus quickly shook his head. "No. Don't. Keep going", he answered quietly, building a bit more of a tempo with his hand as Sirius started moving his. Sirius' fingers were impossibly soft and most important - they were Sirius'.

"Fuck, Moony! Feels- feels- so good." Remus hummed in agreement. "I think you're about to come", he whispered, voice rougher than usual. "It's supposed to fe- feel good. Very... Intense. " 

Remus groaned as Sirius' hips started stuttering irregularly and his moans grew louder. "You're gonna make a mess for me. You gonna come all over me." 

Obviously, Sirius didn't last very long. It had already been more than Remus would have guessed. The first times he himself had done it, it only took him a few embarrassing seconds to finish into his pants.

Now he didn't take much longer than that. Between Sirius' perfect hands and his moans, he was completely helpless.

Breathing heavily, Sirius rested his forehead against Remus', who didn't dare to speak as the reality of what they had just done slowly sank in.

"Is it always this intense?", Sirius asked after a few minutes. "Not exactly."

[sha-brytols]

see i think he's right in that there is no actual discernable line between Anders and Justice but i think it's a little bit more complex than that because. well obviously we see moments where justice just straight up takes control of anders body like in the fade or the quest with ser alrik or his rivalry path. but i also feel like a lot of the things anders says and does is not entirely just him. like.

okay so justice has a very distinctive style of speech. very verbose. rarely (if ever) uses contractions. has a very declarative style and frequently speaks in terms of absolutes. "It was your condemnation of their race that led to your folly" and "This is a mortal body of flesh! I am trapped within!" it's a very similar, albeit less poetic, manner of speech to that of cole's. their mannerisms are very reminiscent of someone whose grasp of communication is limited to the abstract (if that makes sense.?) so their speech feels unique in that it's more visceral and conveys a certain Feeling in the player. while cole's is more flowery and evocative, justice's speech is direct and forceful.

and as we know anders in awakening, he talks more casually, much more carefree, upbeat, very informal and uses more colloquialisms in his speech. "Erm... i didn't do it?" and "Whoa. She's talking to me. Voluntarily." he's literally the most unserious man in the world and honestly talks more like the class clown from your college frat party than a fantasy wizard.

i think this is most apparent when you see him and justice talking to each other:

justice is very no-nonsense and straightforward and really super does not fucking appreciate anders' cheeky attitude, while anders is borderline obnoxious and seems to enjoy being a smartass for the fun of it.

so like. in da2 we know that for the Most part, the smarm and glibness has been very toned down and anders is now more somber and subdued. he's also become more romantic (both in the literal sense as well as in the literary sense) and idealistic. he seems to have settled in a middle ground between polite and familiar and his tone is less playful and more earnest. he's also become a lot more respectful with how he talks about religion, compared to how he casually wonders if andraste was actually ugly or something in awakening (interesting thing to note: we know for a fact that justice actually believes in the maker and also has a deep respect for mortal faith)

so my personal interpretation of the justice/anders dynamic is that they kind of exist on a spectrum of sorts. one side being "mostly anders" and the other side being "mostly justice" with his default state being right smack in the middle. something that immediately stuck with me when i got it was anders' reaction in aveline's act 2 quest

maybe i'm insane and overthinking it but. this is just such a fucking abnormal response to a cute goofy "oh no how do i get this guy to like me?!" conversation that i can't not immediately think. hi justice.

her banter i think also provides a pretty perfect example of this

hi justice ^_^

hi anders ^_^

so my interpretation has always been that like. while i do believe for the most part they are genuinely "one" as anders claims, it's pretty clear to me that there is still a small divide between them, but it's more like in the way purple is always a mix of red and blue, but sometimes purple is more blue than red. and sometimes it's more red than blue. they aren't entirely separate from one another, but you can clearly see which is the strongest at any given time.

am i making sense. is anyone here. can you hear me. hello

[crimeronan]

im a teenager with seasonal depression and a shitty fatigue causing disability and adhd currently still in highschool and: the way you talk abt minors right to autonomy, and How School Sucks, and everything related to that is. The Most Soothing Shit i hear all day. like. reading some of your posts abt how Good graduating early and being a Problem Child was for you was So Damn Calming.

most ppl immediately go to sooth me with the "but you Are smart, and you just need to try harder!! your life isnt entirely ruined today :) just go to school tomorrow and be Good and Learn and you'll be fineee. you aren't one of the bad ones, Dont Worry :))" and that makes me. invent new types of panic attacks and neuroses on the spot.

but having an Actual Adult whos like "no. school can infact be the fucking Torture pit for some people and it is So Utterly Fucked Up how Anyone can make you do Anything, actually. you arent a bad or damaged person this is Normal and your value isnt dependant on Schooliness. do whatever makes you least likely to kill yourself. you dont owe them shit, especially not being Good. be a problem, take up space."

is. genuinely the nicest thing Ever. to me. like. Makes me Kinda Want To Cry nicest thing ever. anyway yea. thanks for that.

ahh, this is lovely to hear. but i'm so sorry you're going through this.

i remember being in high school in 2011 when the gay teen suicides were national headlines, and everyone had Opinions on it, and the "it gets better" trend was everywhere, and -- while those videos did do a lot of good!! -- they just kind of made me more furious?? because i was so mad at all these adults basically saying, "yeah, high school is an institutional pit of death and horror, but eventually you'll be 18!!" i was like hey. Help Us Now.

it was actually the song "make it stop" by rise against that gave me any peace or sense of belonging, because. here was a band i loved full of straight dudes (as far as i know, anyway) who were just fucking MAD. they were righteously angry!! they gave a fuck what was happening!! and lyrics like "the gatherings hold candles but not their tongues" rang SO true to me, as someone who was dealing with endless "oh, so sad he died, but there was something wrong with his brain" discourse.

the memory of that has made it REALLY easy to hold onto my anger in adulthood. because sometimes kids don't need "it'll be fine, just hang on :)" they need "you're gonna be okay, but FUCK ALL THIS."

it's truly fucking Unconscionable to do what we do even to neurotypical, able-bodied teens with good home lives. i want to say i can't imagine being a teen with chronic fatigue and ADHD going to classes eight hours a day.... but i can!! i did that!! and almost died!!

i honestly think the lack of autonomy in the US school system is traumatic For Everybody. different levels of trauma, for sure! but i think that's part of why adults seem so disconnected from our teen years and can't remember the realities of being an adolescent. we overwrite the horrors.

the good news is: it Does get better after school. astonishingly so.

in the meantime: you don't owe anyone Anything. literally your only job right now is to survive. do whatever you need to do to not kill yourself or end up in jail. don't worry about anything else. i promise it Does Not Matter As Much As People Say It Does.

[tinynicooo]

eurovision - joost klein x reader | 16+

summary: Joost is still dealing with the memories about Eurovision.

a/n: my first fic(drabble??) here!! i used to write a lot earlier but then i lost my previous acc, so here i am again:)) i also had a big pause of all this writing thing & english is not my first language! sorry!!!

warnings: rpf, angst, fluff

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One year ago he wore that blue suit.

One year ago he performed for the whole Europe: and the whole Europe cheered for him.

One year ago his biggest dream came true - almost.

Now, one year later after all these moments, he is laying here, in his bed, with your head tucked under his chin; the soft beats of his heartbeat softly thumping in your ears; his arm draped around your shoulder lazily, such comforting weight (considering how much bigger this man was) is already making you sleepy, yet the angelic sight in front of you was just too marvelous to take your gaze away yet.

Your man, your Joost - his eyes closed, pale eyelashes and eyelids wavering from time to time: the evidence of his frequent nightmares and sleep problems, but it could fade away - even for just a bit - when you were here. His pink lips parted slightly, so kissable and always so tender to you: covering your whole face with soft pecks, murmuring words of adoration in your ear, praising you with excitement when you’ve done basically anything, laughing at your jokes - and smiling every time he saw you. And the way his blue eyes lit up every time, and the way his face beamed, and his dimples were being showed - it all didn’t change.

Yes, he himself changed. He needed so much time alone after all this Eurovision chaos, yet he also needed you close - closer, than he ever did: it was absolutely unbearable to find a perfect contrast between his mood swings, but your heart was soaring, breaking to help this man, and it still does that. Sometimes you find some papers with such simple, yet deep words - his poetry - about all this pain and thoughts he has, but never fully shares even with you. Keeping the secret, you always put these papers back, pretending you never even knew about them. The problems with his sleep started during all this court processes, what took a big tool on him and his mental state; of course, you were always anxious too, never able to relax properly while your boyfriend was on his breaking point and you couldn’t even help him.

You still don’t understand his feelings about all this stuff.

Sometimes you catch him rewatching this performance - so bright and colourful, a completely opposite of things he does now, yet you love both absolutely equally, being fascinated by everything he creates - and he smiles, a warm glance in his eyes, but this smile contains a hint of sadness behind it.

And sometimes you catch him being unexpectedly quiet, even lonely in your shared apartment. These are days when he wants to just sit in front of his laptop, pretending to work on his music, but truly just needing time to think, to be alone with all the remorse he has in his heart, and you can’t do anything to help him: you hold him when he needs it, you soothe him when he comes for this, but it can’t be enough for such big deal.

It’s a hard thing to be over it - and you get it. You get him.

His eyes flatter open, and you see that familiar sparkle again, and then the smile appears, and the dimples… you lean up, gently bumping your nose against his own, when he carefully flips you over, his massive body pining you down to the mattress and he props himself up on his elbows only. Your gentle palm covers his cheek, running a thumb under his eye and feeling the soft skin of his face. You watch adoringly as he smiles down at you - genuinely! - and his gaze lights up with happiness; sleepy drowsiness is already gone.

“You were staring, I felt it in my sleep,” he said with a soft giggle, this adorable giggle that you loved so much, and his voice was slightly raspy now after a small nap: gosh, so tender and exciting.

“Sor-“

“I love you.”

You smile, and your free hand subtly covers the Eurovision tattoo on his forearm.

“I love you too.”

[im-secretly-a-frog]

me when my disability disables me:

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

ppl will go “i’d notice if society was going to sacrifice a marginalised group of people and if they said that it’s ok that a bunch of people would die then i would stand against it” and then they’ll hear people saying “well only disabled and vulnerable people will die of covid” and go “yes this is normal and ok and fine”

[monkee-mobile]

oh my god i have so many WEIRD self-projection tv show monkees headcanons that I feel like i’d get yelled at for having but like, it’s all about stuff that I’ve done or literally do and cannot help. sometimes i want to share them and then freak out about backlash but i feel like any backlash would just be from ableist people.

[the-voice-of-night-vale]

social anxiety can be really funny in retrospect bc it will have you saying shit like 'is it weird to call a doctor's office and schedule an appointment?"with 100% sincerity and panicking about it as if that's not the silliest thing in the world

[blueish-bird]

sorry if I don’t remember your name or conversations/experiences or basic things about myself, every few weeks my brain gets factory reset and I have to relearn how to be alive

[crossbackpoke-check]

wait you got me so invested in the stammer & heddy tailor au....

this is my standard disclaimer that i have never posted a fic on ao3* and for however much i say “au” i truly mean that it’s a universe that lives in my head & i am absolutely delighted to tell you all about, all the time <3 if it helps i ALSO got me so invested in the heddy & stammer tailor au

ok now that the author’s note is out of the way here’s some notes about the not!fic heddy & stammer tailor au:

stammer as the tailor from gent’s playbook, very reserved, quiet, with an excellent eye for details (honestly the evidence i have for his style sense is just that he’s best friends with pk subban so it has to be there somewhere if only by proxy irl) is hired by victor hedman, star of the tampa bay lightning who is every other tailor’s nightmare to dress (huge, opinionated, fashionable)

heddy is decently well-known throughout the league for being very well-dressed & becomes quietly well known for also being one of his new tailor’s favorite loyal customers [heddy has the nicest fabrics. he has his suits the first day a new collection drops & e v e r y o n e is jealous]

stammer’s business booms after heddy takes a chance on him as his first big client & promotes him, heddy sees him grow in popularity & get more clients

heddy also moonlights as a model for stammer’s suits on instagram, initially to help him grow his business because then he won’t have to pay for a model and then because he’s over there all the time anyway because they’re dating (that’s why the model’s face is never in the pictures)

there’s not really a plot to this besides the vague idea of a plot where stammer makes heddy his lucky suit that he wins the cup in & sews a special little tag into the lining of his jacket that says i love you

because love sometimes is picking out the perfect right color pocket square to match your husband’s beautiful suit that you fitted like a kiss to the curves of his huge body

& also sometimes love is making your beautiful husband who makes you beautiful clothing enjoy nice things for himself once in a while, like the fancy watch you bought him or the nice suit you custom-ordered for him (from him) just so you could take it off of him

[shego1142]

I super recommend Colleen Christensen for more info on eating without food rules and eating intuitively!

Her videos are helping me unravel a lot of issues I have struggled with regarding food!

Just the simple act of not shaming yourself for craving and or eating specific foods can be so powerful and beneficial to your life/mental health (which in turn affects all of your health)

"craving a food means your body needs something that food can offer" now what the fuck does my body need with an ice cream