#being anemic is no fun

[dailyheavymedic]

day 48

(13/15)

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[syrips]

Do you think all blood tastes the same or maybe Strahd and/or other Ravenloft vampires have preferences?

ooh I LOVE this question! in my opinion and from some sources i love to pull from, i can super excitedly say all blood taste varies!

strahd can taste alcohol, drugs, or stuff that can influence the blood

strahd can taste the flavor/texture/quality of it, which he can use to make educated guesses on their condition/illness/state of health

strahd can gain more/less sustenance from a creature based on their alignment

good alignment creatures (even religious ones) give more sustenance, and more likely to be an addictively delicious flavor

corrupt/dark/undead creatures give less/no sustenance, and may taste like anything from dull to addictive

creatures with high faith/religious influence may have a stronger/'negative' flavor

blood is/can be allergenic

emotion (of the creature and of the drinker) affects the flavor

both creatures have an intimate experience related to the process of it, this intimacy is based on vulnerability, and a sensation of an internally woven connection of your veins/blood/heart to theirs

the deeper the intimacy/willingness of both sides are, the more intense/dangerous/vulnerable it feels for both sides

blood can be stored/saved, but loses its 'freshness'/sustenance due to not inhabiting the creature/'soul' it belonged to

speaking of flavors! its my head canon that...

willing blood tastes sweet with bittersweet/savory undertones (like a nicely prepped filling/satisfactory meal)

unwilling or resistant blood tastes more sweet/savory, more potent (like how we feel for 'junk food')

fear and disgust have 'negative' flavors, such as sour, spicy, bitter flavors (like dirt, black coffee, dark chocolate, spicy food, citric, acidic)

blood from creatures with faith/religious affect can have a 'negative' flavor or undertone, can cause physical burning, numbness, nonlethal but negative physical reactions (spice/peppers, cinnamon powder, bitter medicine)

healthy creatures taste balanced with a blend of flavors (muscled creatures have a hearty, rich flavor; frail creatures have a more simple/less 'seasoned' flavor; creatures' consumption intake influences the taste of their blood)

adrenaline (regardless if excitement or fear) heats up the blood, making it taste more fresh (like microwaving your meal)

the type of creature/species affects the blood, but mostly due to their culture/adaption/diet/consumption accessibility, as well as how their genes/body work with their blood (like a lightweight alcoholic vs a heavyweight alcoholic will taste different, because the heavyweight has genes/evolution that give them higher alcohol tolerance, so more fermented blood)

oh i 100% believe the ravenloft characters definitely do have preferences, based on the people/creatures/personalities they pursue!

[oilith]

OH FUCK ME, i've been trying to find a cause to my chronic headaches for like three years now, and looked into literally everything from mold to my glasses' prescription, only to find out it's just my goddamn iron deficiency. Why the fuck did no one tell me anemia causes headaches

[w0nderland]

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[macabrecabra]

Brain has been wiped 83 work has been sucking out my soooouuulll

Managing small worldbuilding sketches to keep doing something, but the big renders have been a touch hard to focus on. Want to do them but brain is tired. Hopefully will clear out soon so I can spit some art fast!

[lewisvinga]

sleepy girl chronicles | lando norris x fem! reader

summary; in which half of lando.jpg’s posts is just his sleepy girlfriend ( in the most random places )

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; suggestive comment, cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested ! wasn’t sure if this was meant to be smau or written so i just did smau :)

masterlist !

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liked by yourusername, lilymhe, and others !

lando.jpg: the most normal places y/n has been found sleeping in

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: LANDO NORRRIS??

yourusername: FUCK YOUUU😭😭

landonorris: you already did last night how do u think i got the last picture ??

georgerussell63: ENOUGHHHHHHH

yourusername: omg i don’t sleep that often do i??

landonorris: well….

username: LANDOS REPLY???😭😭

username: she’s so real 4 that tho🚶‍♀️

username: the eye mask and teddy bear she’s js like me fr

lilymhe: my sweet angel gorgeous bby taking naps👩‍❤️���💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: wanna be my pillow 😼

lilymhe: is the sky blue? YES

landonorris: don’t take MY pillow away from me, back off lily 🤺🤺

alex_albon: back off from my gf🤺🤺

username: oh to sleep on an lv pillow w an lv blanket 😞

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lando.jpg: the sleepy girl chronicles pt. ( i lost track ); y/n falling asleep on max’s couch and less than an hour later is found in his guest room w jimmy, also fell asleep at dinner ??

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: i am just a girl😞😞

landonorris: a sleepy one

yourusername: jimmy💓

landonorris: no, lando 💓

yourusername: no way ur jealous of a cat lando

landonorris: why is he hogging MY woman😒

username: LMAOAOSKAKS

username: stoppp the cat pic is adorable

maxverstappen1: so that’s where jimmy went that night….

yourusername: he’s a sweet boy😞😞💞

landonorris: i don’t have claws and i don’t bite im sweeter

yourusername: LANDOANSKSS

username: anemic girlies rise ✊

username: the picture of her sleeping at a restaurant sends meee😭😭

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yourusername: sleepy girl chronicles but it’s lando being grumpy i had to wake him up before qualifying + lando getting caught trying to take a nap after making fun of me for napping😁😁😁

tagged; landonorris

landonorris: sue me 🙄 you make naps look comfy especially on the plane🫤

yourusername: then stop making fun of me😞

landonorris: not my fault u sleep at any chance you get no matter where 😔

landonorris: ‘lately i feel like this’ u feel like that all the time now c’mere

yourusername: OMWWWWW

username: why does he look so grumpy i😭😭

username: it’s tough being a sleepy girl in this wrld 😞😞😞

username: the last pic 😭 i just know he laughed so hard at being caught that he teared up🤣

lilymhe: but ur the best sleepy girl

yourusername: ur the best girl

landonorris: too bad she’s going to nap on me rn

alex_albon: ??!!2@;928:&

username: sleepy girl chronicles goes on!!!

[kalmeria]

why are blood donation places so mean like nooooo we dont want your blood your blood is not good enough for us well i ll have you know there are people in labs who love my blood so much they keep it for weeks to run their little tests on it

[luveline]

Okay, I would love to see an Aaron Hotchner x anemic bombshell!reader (lmao) who gets randomly faint and Aaron freaks <3

“This is oh so difficult,” you say under your breath, a sing-song tone to your voice. You often talk in juxtapositions, unhappy words in silk, cheerful worrying. “This is… stressful.” 

“You don't look stressed,” Spencer says. 

You elbow at him affectionately. “Do I ever? Sweetheart, there's nothing ever so stressful as to wear it on your face. Now come here, you have a pen smudge on your cheek.” 

Hotch could pinch the back of your shirt to stop you, but Spencer holds out a hand to brace you away from him like a disgruntled younger sibling while you laugh and reach for him. 

“Cut it out,” Gideon says. 

“Yes, boss.” 

Hotch turns away from you both to hide his smile. The case is long (as always), difficult (as always), and getting more and more serious as days pass. There hasn't been much time to pause and take stock, and so your playfulness comes at a great time —you need moments of fun like this to stop the weight of the inevitable dragging you down hard.

Your playfulness is unfailing. “So,” you say, quieter now to avoid Gideon’s attention while you lean into Hotch's personal bubble, “what will you make me for dinner?” 

“The same thing I've made you for the last four days.” 

“Ah. Nothing, then.” You tip your head to one side. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. Just feeling kinda weird. I really am hungry, handsome, and you aren't very gentlemanly in letting me starve.” You share a smile. You say everything so particularly, it only serves to endear you to him more and more. It's like… you're just sure of yourself, and in love with the world, and at least a little in love with him. Having you here with him makes the job easier. 

“You're hungry?” he asks, standing up. He expects no answer, nor for you to stand, but you clamber onto your feet quick as anything with wide eyes. 

“I was only–” You pause. 

Hotch can see the moment you lose sight of where you are, that far away gloss to your eyes, the rapid blinking that follows, and your hand thrown out to his too quickly. You grab at his arm roughly and he's crueller in his reaction, grabbing you under the arms with a startled, “Hey.” 

“Is she alright?” Spencer asks, his chair smacking the desk as he stands. 

Your lips pull down into a frown, eyes squeezed closed. He's startled —Hotch didn't even know you could frown outside of a joke. You're feeling that heavy, sudden wrongness that comes with being faint, he'd guess. 

He rides it out with you, holding you tight. After a few moments your eyes peel open, a spark of upset about you that quickly lends to sheepishness. “Oh, sorry,” you say softly. 

“Don't be.” 

You gather your bearings. Hotch moves his hands to a more amicable place on your arms, more to comfort than to hold, while Spencer stands and offers you his bottle of water. 

“She good?” Gideon asks Hotch. 

That perks you up. “I'm always good, sir,” you say, sending a smile at your boss from over your shoulder. “Just flirting with Agent Hotchner.” 

“Did you take your medication?” Hotch asks, cutting the fat of the conversation clean off. 

“Yeah, I never miss it.” 

He is admittedly more concerned about you than one coworker would be for another after a dizzy spell, but you aren't just a coworker. Hotch cups your cheek quickly in his hand to gauge your temperature and deduces from there that it isn't a sickness. 

“You weren't exaggerating about being starved,” he decides. Your iron pills do so much, and you have to do the rest. “Reid, what foods help with anaemia?” 

“Anything rich in iron. Red meat, pork, poultry, dark greens, especially spinach. All kinds of beans,” Spencer reels off. 

“Any of that sounds good to you?” Hotch asks, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. 

You meet his lowbrow with softer eyes, nodding your appreciation. Your lips part to answer him, but you're cut off. “Be quick about it,” Gideon says, glasses slipping down his nose as he turns back to his case file, “we have a lot to do.” 

Hotch buys you a burrito for the iron and a smoothie because you deserve it. You kiss his cheek, and apparently he deserves that for being ‘such a sweetheart’. He doesn't bother pretending he doesn't want it, or the second or third kiss that comes after.

[strawbqq]

―⟡𝘽𝙎𝘿 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙘 𝙨/𝙤

[Warnings: none.ᐟ✰] [Word count: 631 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

°ᡣ𐭩ft. chuuya, ranpo, jouno

sfw. hcs

ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕦𝕪𝕒

literally gets SO worried every single time

as soon as he notices you're feeling dizzy, he'll immediately stop whatever he's doing to focus on u

rushes over and demand what's wrong

constantly checking on u even when it's smt minor 😔

offers to call the doctor over, which of course u refuse because this happens quite often

legitly the BEST bf for this ever

holds ur hand in public even tho he's not a big fan of pda

may occasionally whip out his gravity ability so u wont fall on ur ass <3

leaves the house immediately to go buy u iron pills or some shit

forces u to eat them as well yuck

i headcanon that he for some reason gets angry every time this happens???

not at u tho, bro's just concerned

100% overreacts

lets u cuddle w/ him while he finishes his paperwork

gets so worked up every single time but its totally worth it

cuz that means he *might offer to carry u around for the day 😏

9/10,, i need myself a chuuya right tf now :,>

ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕡𝕠

well dang he'll prob make fun of u at first

does get a lil worried if u keep just..,crashing out the second floor window tf

makes u sit down and then jumps on ur lap

proceeds to offer u a snack, because in ranpo's mind sugar = instant recovery

^invents some nonsense that would supposedly make ur dizziness go away and acts completely serious abt it .ᐟ.ᐟ

one time, u got really dizzy in the middle of shopping w/ ranpo and unfortunately it's much worse than usual :,(

u can't even hide it lmao, ranpo's way too observant dang it

guides u to a nearby bench and tells u to wait????

obviously u refuse, the last time he wandered out of ur sight he went missing for 3 days until the ADA managed to track him down again 😭

usually u just wait for the dizziness to pass while ranpo's just kinda...there

even w/ detailed instructions to him in what medicine to buy & where to go, he somehow always manages to get lost 😑

get atsushi to go with him or smt lmao

6/10,, tries to help while causing more harm 😭 im sorry ranpo ily

𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕠

MWAH MY HUSBAND.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

uhm. another one who would prob make fun of u at first

let's not forget bro's a sadist eheheheh..forgotten

literally finds out ur a anemic the FIRST day y'all started dating???🤨

keeps an eye out for u since

secretly likes it cause that just gives him a reason to hold ur hand <3

isnt overly sweet like chuuya but y'all???? literally the most helpful

actually gets u the stuff u need

doesn't let u overexert urself but doesn't overreact either

more tactical than the others...prob hides the yucky medicine in food so u wont complain

its scary how he knows exactly when ur gonna get dizzy

like bro will randomly come over and make u sit down while ur like ??????

lowkey on top of ur iron intake

isnt a big fan of physical touch but

would let u cuddle w/ him for a lil bit or play w/ his hair until u feel better

bro im an anemic and im so humbled by him like hes literally blind and he isn't falling all over the place

8/10.ᐟ my fav guys,, but I'm biased🤭

a/n: dejkdhs totally not me kicking my legs & being in love with my own writing.// im just bored and missing my bf, so here's some fluff hcs I made.ᐟ.ᐟ im prob gonna make a pt 2 of this but finals are coming up and uni isnt nice sooo...w'ell see .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.ᐟ ʚ🍓ɞ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs + ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

o(≧▽≦)o

[positively-mine]

You're a girl?!

how they find out & they're reaction

tags: afab, period, no spoilers

a/n: I forgot how much fun it is to write, sorry again for leaving my pookie cookies 😞

Series: ❤️ 🧡 🩵 💛 💜 💙 💚

Ortho

I’ll be straightforward, the moment he met you he did his own scan of you and could already see your anatomy. He knows. Doesn’t mention it to anyone else (debatable), he’s sure you must have your own reasons for not telling anyone. He understands that because of your gender you have many needs as well.

Always tells Idia that he’s going to hang out with you but instead he’s bringing supplies. Pads? Yes. You’re anemic? Look inside the basket he’s already brought some vitamins. And so on. He’s so cute and caring that you can’t help but think of him as an adorable younger brother.

Idia

It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t know. Maybe its my biased thinking but i feel like he would behave similarly to how Leviathan from obey me would. Feel free to break into groups and discus about this one in the comments. BUT if he were to find out, (from Ortho ofc) he'd be like "what is this? it's like some cliche otome plot from 2006..." under his breath. Ouran highschool host club mentioned?!

At first he's superr awkward. It's like you're a new person. (You aren't, he's being dramatic) Will act all shy around you WHEN YOU'VE LITERALLY BEEN FRIENDS FOR THE LONGEST TIME. Going over to his dorm to play games with him and Ortho. But just to make sure, he still asks if you're a girl. Continue being the way you are and coming over to play games and he'll be back to normal in no time. You just need to show him that you both still have similar interests.

reblogs are appreciated!

[foldingfittedsheets]

hello just here in solidarity because i’m about the same shade as you and wanted to share things that have been said about my paleness, because i hear you, i understand, so amongst generally being asked if i’m anemic (i’m not, i’ve checked) these are some fun highlights:

• “oh fuck, you look like a porcelain doll… a haunted one” (why did they have to add haunted? ??)

• “your skin is like you’ve been dipped in milk (:” (said in the middle of a conversation about something else and then went right back to the other topic)

• “your legs physically hurt to look at, no i mean it the sun reflects on them and hurt my eyes why are they bright white like that?” (a general sentiment told to me by many people, wondering if vampire myths about them burning in the sun just comes from the pain of looking at sunlight reflect off of someone very pale)

all said in very lighthearted ways and this is all just funny to me so i wanted to share lol

Yeah, in all honesty I don’t mind being the color of a frog tummy. I’ve been pale my whole life and it just is what it is. Sometimes if we’re laying together in the sun my wife will start giggling while comparing our skin tones.

The only time I’ve been genuinely furious about a comment was when I was dealing with someone at the jewelry store who we exclusively called Creepy Sapphire Guy. The first time he saw me he gasped and demanded I look in his eyes. “Red hair. Green eyes. You’re like my kryptonite.”

I did not care for that. While I was gone to grab a sapphire for him to look at he told my manager I was “better than vodka.”

But the worst was when I was showing him a truly stunning purple sapphire he grabbed my hand and held the stone over me so he could, “see it against my alabaster skin.”

Hands down the only time I’ve wished violence on someone commenting on my skin tone.

[patricia-taxxon]

I really enjoyed Allirontalks total deconstruction of Joseph Anderson's The Witness video that immediately made me understand why The Witness really walks the walk, where the base broke anyway, and the kind of philosophy it bumps up against. A lot of criticism I hear seems like a regurgitation of his unbelievably bad-faith experience he had with it so it's fun to see someone explain that

Okay, I had some issues with Anderson's video too, but this response is anemic, I'm having trouble getting through it. The assertion that Joe doesn't like puzzle games or being challenged is very unfair and inaccurate. When he says he found the theatre videos to be drawn out and unwelcome she just insists that they're optional, when like, I'd argue that they're extremely essential, and Joe didn't play himself by trying to give the game's philosophical content a good faith effort even if it left him cold. She makes fun of him for not understanding the shipwreck puzzle and then fails to accurately explain it herself??

She fundamentally misunderstands many of the points that Anderson makes in a way that feels like she just didn't give herself to them. When Joe says "I got this quickly, but I can imagine someone missing this and not being able to reason through it, which is why I'm so conflicted." She responds "Well, he complains when he doesn't get it quickly, AND he explains it when he gets it quickly, hypocrite much??" which is a baffling level of missing the point. The repeated comments at the fact that Joseph links his novels in the descriptions of his videos are also just, cruel? She references Dan Olson's video on Doug Walker and The Wall, and it feels like she wants Joe to be her Doug, but he's just not? Idk, he's not stupid, imo.

She's right that he misrepresents Rupert Spira, and she's right that Joseph is overall extremely closed minded regarding art that is abstract or subjective or asks you to bring some of yourself to it, but her repeated attempts to turn Joe into her Doug is just asinine and horrible to sit through.

[moonstruckme]

Hi darling I hope you’re well! I have this really noticeable scar on my forehead (much like Harry Potter’s) from me being clumsy as a kid and it’s really been bothering me lately and making me self conscious along with other things and I was wondering if you’d just do something where Sirius is being comforting after a rough week of insecurities. No worries if not😊 Thanks love!

Hi sweetheart, I'm good thanks! Thank you for requesting <3

modern au

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 845 words

You’re washing your face, and every pass of your fingers over the divot in your forehead feels like a physical pain. Which is silly, because the scar hasn’t hurt for years. 

It’s been a part of your face for so long that usually you hardly remember it. You look past it, the same way your eyes don’t see your nose because it’s always there. Lately, though, you can’t stop yourself from perceiving it constantly. You find yourself trying to cover it with makeup, tilting your head in conversation in attempt to hide it with your hair, staring into the mirror with a freakish intensity. It’s inescapable. 

You force yourself to tear your gaze from the blemish now, turning from the mirror towards where Sirius is waiting for you in bed. 

He sets down his phone at your approach, spreading his arms extravagantly. “Come here, my darling.” 

You go to them with a sharp ache in your chest, curling up against his side. 

There’s a pause and then Sirius hums, confusion teetering on the edge of concern. “What, not even a little laugh?” 

“You’re not very funny,” you tease halfheartedly. 

“You’re not usually a very particular audience.” 

He slides his palm on top of yours where it rests on the mattress. You intertwine your fingers with his. “Sorry,” you sigh. “Long week. I’m glad tomorrow’s Saturday.” 

You want to languish in your pajamas for the entire weekend. Tune into some mindless show and leave this prickling discomfort behind until you have to go back to work on Monday. 

Sirius brings your joined hands to your stomach, sliding them under your top familiarly. You try not to shiver. Sirius’ hands are always cold. You’d asked once if he thought he might be anemic, but he’d only given you a dry look and a jab from one of his insanely sharp elbows. 

He kisses the soft skin below your ear. “You gonna tell me about it, or do you enjoy keeping me in suspense?” 

“I do,” you say, grinning when he nips at your earlobe admonishingly. You do want to tell him, you find. “No, it’s just my scar. It’s been bothering me lately.” 

Sirius' thumb strokes over your navel, already warmer from your skin. “Bothering you how?” 

“Just bothering me.” You’re glad you’re facing away from him. You’re not sure you could take the intensity of his stare as you divulge your insecurities. “I don’t know, for some reason I all of a sudden feel kind of self-conscious about it. It’s not like it’s tiny or inconspicuous or anything.” 

He hums in silent understanding. For few moments the only sound is his thumb sighing over your skin. “Whenever I notice your scar,” he says, “it makes me think of how you told me you got it.” 

You make a quiet scoffing sound. You’d fallen after climbing too high in an old tree by your house when you were little. The branch had broken right out from under you, and you’d fallen all the way into the road, tearing a big gash in your head on the way down. Luckily there’d been no cars coming towards you, but your mom had nearly had a heart attack and it had made for a late night in A&E. 

Sirius’ hand moves up to your shoulder, pushing down so that you’re lying on your back. You try not to squirm under his gaze, knowing your scar has to be stark and shining in the moonlight coming in from your window. He traces the line with a slender finger. 

“It’s a cute story,” he says, and you can find no teasing spark in his watercolor eyes. “It’s fun to imagine little you, trying to get as high up as you could.”

“Before I took a dive onto a roadway,” you add dryly. He mirrors your grin.

“Technicalities. The scar’s adorable, because you were being adorable while you got it.” 

You feel your smile fade. “I think you’re the only one who thinks that, babe,” you say, trying to maintain some lightness in your tone. You’re not sure if you quite manage it. “I’m pretty sure to everyone else it’s just ugly.” 

“Whoa, excuse me.” Sirius frowns, taking your face firmly in hand. “Nothing about you could ever be ugly. That’s scientifically impossible. It defies the laws of nature. What goes up must come down, beer is homophobic, and you,” he kisses you, warm and pillowy soft, “are a fucking stunner. Every bit of you.” 

You kiss him back, smiling. “You’re such a flirt.” 

“Do you want me to prove it?” He quirks a brow. “Give me a minute to look at you, sweet thing, and I’ll get hard right now.” 

You gag, to his delight, and Sirius rolls on top of you, pinning your hips with his. “Fucking,” he plants a kiss on your jaw, “talk about my girlfriend like that,” he lands one on your lips, “one more time.” 

He works his way up your face, smooching your flushed skin until you’re spit-slick and cackling. He does your scar last. 

[candycandy00]

The Doll House - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 3

You sell yourself to the Doll House to pay your mom’s medical expenses, only to discover your trainer is the guy who bullied you relentlessly in high school: Gojo Satoru.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Gojo’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Chubby Reader. Dubcon. Pet Play. Bullying. Collars/Leashes. Overstimulation. Gags. Vibrators. Vaginal sex. Bondage. Oral sex. Gojo being an asshole.

You wake up lying on the floor of Gojo’s room, your upper half cradled in Gojo’s arms. His face looks frantic, scared, as he looks down at you. He’s saying your name. Not Chubby Bunny, but your actual name. You’ve never heard him say it before. 

“What happened?” he asks you, his voice coming out at a higher pitch than normal. 

“I’m anemic. I faint sometimes. I’m fine.”

You start to get up, but he’s clutching you too firmly. You wiggle a bit to try to shake him off. “Let go so I can get up.”

His grip gets even firmer. “No, I’ll carry you to the bed.”

“I said I’m fine! You can’t carry me, I’m too heavy!”

He flashes a smile. “Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re not too heavy for me.”

With that, he slides one hand under your thighs and stands up, lifting you into the air as he does. You panic and grab onto his neck, afraid of falling. You haven’t been picked up like this since you were a child. How strong is he?!

He laughs breezily as he walks you over to his bed and lays you down. “There, see? Not heavy at all.”

You don’t know if he’s joking or not, so you don’t say anything. 

He stands next to the bed and looks down at you, his face suddenly turning serious. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re anemic? It’s not in your file.”

You look away from him. “It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I faint all the time, just every now and then.”

“It is a big deal! I’m your trainer, I’m responsible for you! What if I hadn’t been close enough to catch you? You could’ve been hurt!”

You hear his voice but you’re avoiding seeing his face. This weird concern is making you uncomfortable. 

He sighs and says, “What do you normally do when this happens? Do you need to see a doctor?”

You shake your head. “No, I just rest a little while and I’m fine.” You start to scoot to the edge of the bed to stand up, but his hand on your shoulder stops you. 

“What are you doing?”

You finally look at him. “I’m going to my bed so I can go to sleep.”

He gently pushes you back down. “Oh no, you’re sleeping here tonight. No arguments, this is an order from your trainer!” He pulls the covers over you and tucks you in. That’s when you notice the collar is gone. He must have taken it off when you fainted. 

“Where are you gonna sleep?” you ask, slightly nervous. The two of you have never slept beside each other yet. 

He smiles. “I’ll take the pet bed.”

He’s way too tall to fit in the pet bed, but the idea of it amuses you. “Okay,” you say. “I should be fine in the morning.”

“Either way, we’re taking tomorrow off,” he tells you. “No training sessions. We’ll hang around in our pajamas and watch movies.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah! It’ll be fun. I’ll make some popcorn.”

That… actually sounds good. But you can’t help being suspicious. “Why are you being nice to me?” 

He gives you that strange look again, one you’ve seen occasionally. Then his expression turns warm and he rubs the back of his head, slightly messing up his hair. “Why? I thought it would be obvious by now. It’s because I lo-“

His cell phone rings loudly, cutting off his words. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. “Oh, it’s Shoko calling me back,” he says, then answers with a sharp, “Where were you?!”

You listen to Gojo’s side of the conversation. 

“I don’t care if you were with a patient! My doll fainted and scared the shit out of me!”

“…. Please don’t hang up I’m sorry I yelled!”

“Yeah. How did you know it was her? Ugh, Suguru can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“… You sound just like him. Look, can we talk about this later? I need your advice as a doctor right now.”

“She said she’s anemic. … I don’t know, hold on.” He looks over at you and says, “Do you take any medication for it?”

“No,” you reply, “It’s never been that much of an issue.”

He puts the phone back to his ear. “No meds. She says it’s just an occasional thing. … Okay, and what foods have that? Never mind, I’ll Google it. Thanks, Shoko!”

There’s another pause, a long one. Then Gojo says, “Stop worrying. I’ll take really good care of her. … I’m not hurting her. You know me better than that.”

He puts the phone back in his pocket and returns to your bedside. “Get some sleep. I’ll be up for a while, so if you need anything, just tell me.”

Feeling mildly creeped out by Gojo’s consideration, you fall asleep in his bed. The next morning he wakes you up with a tray of food in his hands. You sit up in bed and he sits the tray in front of you.  There are breakfast meats and eggs, dried fruits, and even a dark chocolate bar. 

“Shoko said you need iron. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I got a bunch of stuff.”

He plops down beside you as you begin to eat, and tears open a sticky packaged pastry before taking a big bite. He notices you watching him and holds the pastry out. “Want a bite? I don’t know if it has any iron in it though.”

A little flustered by this bizarrely nice Gojo, you return your attention to your tray and say, “No thanks.”

Gojo chats a bit as he eats, mostly talking about Geto and Nanami, funny stories about dolls they’ve trained, strange requests buyers have made, and other interesting things about the Doll House. You mostly stay silent as you eat, and when you’re finished, Gojo takes your tray away. 

Afterwards, he turns on the television and gets back onto the bed while holding the remote. It’s the first time the tv has been on since you’ve been here. 

“Let’s watch a movie,” he says. “What kind do you like?”

“Uh, horror, I guess.”

His face lights up. “I like horror too!”

Gojo acts like an excited little boy as he starts talking about some of his favorites, asking if you’ve seen them. Then he scrolls through the horror category on a streaming service until you both agree on a movie to watch. 

The day passes like this, lying in his bed, watching various movies, eating popcorn occasionally between the iron-rich meals he brings you. He never touches you, at least not in a sexual way, and he keeps asking how you’re feeling. You can’t understand why he’s doing this. Is he afraid there will be legal issues if you become ill while in his care? It’s not like he caused you to pass out, and he didn’t even know you were anemic. 

It almost feels like the two of you are friends, or even… a couple. 

It dawns on you that when you were in love with Gojo in high school, this was what you most often fantasized about: the two of you hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. 

Now, your heart is so confused. You can’t deny that your feelings for him have been reawakened. You’re right back to having a major crush on the hottest, most unattainable guy around. What makes it worse this time is that you have a physical relationship with him, which makes it so much harder to resist getting emotionally attached to him. Everything he does with you is so intimate, especially the way he makes you look him in the eyes during it all. 

Your body responds to him. You never thought you were a masochist, and you don’t enjoy actual physical pain, but you find yourself getting turned on by the degrading aspects. It makes you feel sick and incredibly horny at the same time. 

It was the most pathetic thing in the whole world, getting off on being fucked and degraded by your bully. 

That’s why you can’t wait for the training to be over, so you can get away from him, away from this emotional torment. Once you don’t have to see him anymore, feel his touch anymore, you can put him (and your feelings for him) back in the past where they belong. And maybe your heart can calm down. 

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The training is over halfway over, and Gojo still hasn’t told Chubby Bunny how he feels about her. He wants to, but he’s started to feel a little nervous. He’s never confessed his feelings to someone before, not like this. Suguru and Shoko have repeatedly told him that Chubby Bunny probably still sees him as the bully who harassed her in school. They’ve said it so many times that he’s starting to worry about it. 

But how could she? Hasn’t he made his feelings obvious by the way he passionately makes love to her? The way he worships her body? 

He knew from the first night that he wanted to keep her, from the moment she admitted that she’d had feelings for him in high school. If she had feelings then, she would definitely have them now, with him making her cum several times a day. Hell, she begs for his cock all the time! 

The day they spent together, after she fainted, was perhaps even more precious to him than the days he spent inside her. He was surprised by how much they had in common, how much he enjoyed just talking to her. He wants to take care of her, to hold her close, to protect her. 

But he also wants to cum, and make her cum. Fortunately, they both seem to get off on the same things. 

Right now, she’s tied to the bed, no clothing aside from the stockings he loves so much. Her limbs are each tied with rope to a different corner of the bed, her legs spread eagle. He’s attaching a round ball gag to her mouth, fastening the strap around the back of her head as she looks up him with those lovely eyes. 

The ball gag is full of small holes, so that air and other things can pass through. It holds her mouth open, but presses against her tongue so that she can make sounds, but not speak. After it’s secured, Gojo leans forward and sloppily licks the ball gag, letting his saliva drizzle through the holes and into her waiting mouth. 

Then he pulls out a pair of new toys he bought just for her: tiny twin vibrators, each one pink and oval shaped, around the size of the tip of her pinky finger. She looks at them curiously, clearly not knowing what they are. Such a cute, innocent little thing. 

“You’re going to love these, Bunny. I bet you’ve never tried vibrators before, have you? Since your clit is so sensitive and all.”

Her eyes widen, a look of alarm passing over them. Gojo smiles at her and uses the wireless remote to turn the vibrators on, holding them up she can watch them pulse and tremor. 

“Now hold still,” he says, turning them off for the moment. “I’m gonna tape these to your clit, and we’ll see what level you can stand. It goes up to ten!”

She squirms, her limbs pulling at the ropes. Gojo rubs her head affectionately and then moves down between her legs. He spreads the folds of her already wet pussy and gives her clit a few strokes with his finger, enjoying the way she jerks. Then he puts one of the vibrators on each side of her clit, and uses a special clear tape to secure them. The very tip of her clit is sticking out cutely between the vibrators, trembling before he even turns them on. 

He stands beside the bed and watches Bunny’s face as he sets the power to level one and pushes the button. 

Her body shakes, her arms fighting the restraints. She’s making sounds through the gag that make Gojo instantly hard. He holds up the remote so that she can see him turn the power to level two. 

She screams around the gag, her back arching up off the bed as she almost immediately cums. 

“Wow, that quick, huh?” he says, opening his pants and reaching in to pull his raging erection free. As he turns the power level to three, while she’s still reeling from her orgasm, he begins jacking off right beside her. Watching her writhe on the bed as she’s overstimulated is way too hot to ignore. 

He tries to time his orgasm to match her own as the vibrators, now set to level four, drive her to climax again. He’s close, but she cums first, tears pouring down her face. When he knows he’s going to cum, he moves close to her face and shoots his load onto the ball gag, watching it ooze into the holes and drip down her chin. 

He gently rubs her head again. “Do you like that, Chubby Bunny? Having my cum in your mouth?”

She nods, making a noise that sounds like, “uh huh”. He can see her tongue through the holes, lapping at the gag, trying to get every drop. 

Fuck, he’s almost hard again already. 

He turns the vibrators up to five and watches her jerk, her eyes huge as she screams. 

“Are you about to hit your limit? Can your poor little clit handle any more?” he asks, punctuating his words by reaching down and rubbing the tip of her clit with his fingers.  

She emits a strangled cry, trying to rip her arms free as she cums yet again. Her eyes flutter, and it looks similar enough to the safe signal for him to pause and pull the ball gag off, ropes of cum stretching from her mouth. 

“Are you feeling sick?” he asks, unable to hide the worry in his voice. 

“No,” she says, her voice strained. 

“Did you use the signal?”

“N-no, but I can’t handle it… it’s too much! I can’t cum anymore! Gojo, please-“ 

He shoves the sticky, cum soaked ball gag back into her mouth and fastens it again. “If you didn’t use the signal, we’ll keep going.”

She lets out a sobbing whine as he holds up the remote. 

“Ready for level six?”

She’s shaking her head back and forth frantically, her tear filled eyes sparkling in such a pretty way. He thinks he might have just fallen even deeper in love with her. 

He turns it up, and her whole body lifts off the bed. His original plan had been to leave her like this for at least an hour, but he’s afraid she’ll faint again, or start feeling weak and make the safe signal, only for him to miss it or not notice. He won’t take chances with her health or safety. Now that she’s back in his life, he won’t risk losing her. 

He moves down again, bending over her body to get his face close to her throbbing pussy. Then he oh so slowly runs his tongue over the tip of her clit sticking out between the two vibrators, leaving a trail of his drool. She’s breathing so hard, her full, round tits heaving, that he watches her eyes for a minute to make sure she’s okay. Five rapid blinks signal she needs to stop, but she only blinks once. 

His cock is twitching as he lightly strokes it, but he can’t bear to just use his hand again. Not when there’s a dripping wet pussy right in front of him, warm and soft and quivering. 

So he climbs onto the bed, lifts her hips slightly so that he can go in at the best angle to hit the deepest parts of her, and plunges his dick inside her. 

Fuck, she feels amazing. Every fucking time. It’s like her pussy was literally molded to stimulate his cock in precisely the best way. He fucks into her a little too roughly before remembering to be careful. He really doesn’t want to hurt her, but it’s hard to hold back when he’s feeling so good. 

He reaches both hands down and squeezes her tits. They’re so squishy and plush! 

“Good Bunny,” he says, looking her in the eyes. He loves locking eyes with her while fucking her, watching every little emotion that dances through them. “For such an inexperienced little pussy, you take my giant cock so well.”

He’s getting close, his dick pulsing inside her. But he wants to get the timing right this time. He pulls the remote out of his pocket and holds it up. She looks at it as if it’s a bomb. 

“Let’s cum together, okay Bunny? For the grand finale, I’m turning it up to ten!”

She’s shaking her head again, looking up at him pleadingly, trying to form words but only garbled cries escaping the gooey gag. 

He turns it up to the highest setting. She lets out a piercing scream, her sore pussy clenching around him like a vice. 

“I really wanna fill this tight pussy, but you’ve been such a good Bunny for me! I think you deserve a treat!”

Seconds before she cums yet again, sobbing and shaking, he pulls out, tears off the gag, and sticks the tip of his cock into her messy mouth. At the same moment her orgasm hits her, he pumps her mouth full of his hot, thick cum. 

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It almost feels like you’re drowning. Gojo filled your mouth with so much cum, even filling your throat, just as you were gasping and screaming from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You gulp it down as fast as you can, trying to catch your breath, regretting that you barely had time to savor the sweet taste and creamy texture of it. 

He turns the vibrators off, only after watching you convulse and spasm through your climax. After he removes them, he unties your hands and feet, then pulls you into a sitting position. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

He keeps asking that, ever since you fainted. You’ve told him over and over that you’re fine. You’ve even promised to let him know if you start to feel weak or lightheaded, no matter what the two of you are doing at the time. 

“I’m okay,” you say flatly, covering your nakedness with your arms. Somehow it feels way more awkward to be nude in front of him when he’s being nice to you. 

“Need any help getting to the bathroom?”

You slowly stand up, then wince. He fucked you a little harder than usual. It didn’t hurt too much at the time but it left you sore. Not so sore that you can’t walk on your own, so you shake your head and go take a shower. 

The days pass, and when there’s only a week left, you ask Gojo if there are any buyers interested in you. 

“Oh, you’ve already been spoken for,” he says, surprising you. 

“Really? But I thought I was supposed to meet him a few times.”

Gojo shrugs. “It doesn’t always happen that way. Depends on the buyer.”

You feel a strange sense of relief. You’ve actually been worried that no one would want you. You don’t even know what happens in that case. The idea of being stuck with Gojo longer than necessary terrifies you. Your heart can’t take much more of this. 

Then, on your last night here, Gojo approaches you as you’re getting ready for bed. 

“I was going to wait until tomorrow and surprise you, but I can’t hold off any longer,” he says. 

You look up at him curiously. Is he going to give you some sort of parting gift? “What is it?” you ask. 

His face is strangely serious. “There’s no buyer coming to take you tomorrow.”

You blink. “What?” 

“There’s no buyer,” he repeats, and your only thought is, “Of course no one wants me.”

“But I wasn’t lying when I said you’re spoken for,” he goes on. “I’m keeping you. Tomorrow your contract will transfer to me.”

You stare at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell you he’s joking. He doesn’t. 

“Why… would you do that?”

He gives you that look again, that one you can’t quite read, then says, “Why? Because I love you, that’s why. Because I want us to be together.”

The words slowly seep into your brain, and you’re reminded of those cheesy teen movies where the mean popular boy would ask the ugly girl to the prom, just to get her hopes up, and then laugh as he crushes them. 

You can’t take this anymore, these cruel jokes, these petty attempts to trick you. 

“Stop it!” you suddenly yell. “Just stop it, please! Stop hurting me!” 

Gojo’s face freezes, then a look of utter confusion spreads across it. 

You don’t care. You’re going to tell him what you think, what you feel, and damn him, he’s going to listen! 

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[olivianyx]

UPDATES ON MY JOURNEY

Heyy all! I've been focusing on my senior professional medical year and it has been stressful. So here are some things I manifested effortlessly and a few things without me thinking about it. Long ass post ahead! ⚠️⚠️

1. Getting more pocket money than usual. Like my parents usually transact in my account like a $80 or $100 AUD per month. But in both feb and march this year, they transacted me $500 and $700 AUD! Plus! I occasionally find $10 or $50 cash in my classroom or on the streets sometimes (and they come lie next to my feet 😭) I'd ask everyone in my class if it's theirs, and they say no. What do y'all expect me to do? Like go and give it to the university management?? 😭 hell no, so i kept it lol.

2. MANIFESTED DIOR'S LIP OILS!! 😭😭 LIKE 5 OF THEM 😭 YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE OBSESSED WITH LIP OILS 😭😭 AND I WANTED THE RASPBERRY ONE SO BAD, AND GUESS WHAT? I MANIFESTED IT ALONG WITH 4 OTHER SHADESS OMGGG 😭😭😭

3. My crush giving me hints that she's obsessed with me 😭 like she literally told me 'you're so sweet and caring, I've never met a person like this after my grandma' cus her grandma passed away recently and she was so depressed. She even had an eye infection, so she stopped coming to the uni. So i had to make sure she's alright, and met her everyday cus she needed someone real bad. Like she needed to talk to someone and get that thing bothering her outta her head. I was there all along whatever she was going through (don't come at me y'all, ik if we help someone they would say all these things but she's my crush lol so) She's also getting real close to me, like she tells me how annoying people are lol. She loves skin ship, physical touch, being clingy around me, and complimenting me 😭😭 so these are the hints 😭 like friends wouldn't do that right? Would they?? (My friends diss me right in front of everyone 😶)

4. I've always been the type to care too much for the silliest things, nowadays I don't really put my energy into it and become all anxious. My anxiety levels have completely gone down like I'm literally cool asf?? Even while being in public?? Literally yess

5. Manifested getting my hair coloured next week! and my mom permitted me! For my cousin's engagement in april, I wanna be there like the hot younger sister I am lol. I just wanna make my relatives and their kids jealous cus they made fun of me when I was younger (my younger self has been dreaming for this moment) so why not a revenge glow up?? 😭

6. Losing weight even though I eat like a pig due to my study stress. Like literally I ate a 5 course meal one day and lost 2 kgs the next day? (cus I randomly checked my weight for 2 days cus I had to submit my height and weight to the university student records)

7. Getting a natural blush on my face! Like it's such a game changer, I look like a movie star y'all 😭✋🏻

8. My teachers complimenting me for my discipline and high scores. As yk uni professors don't even give af bout students and they complimented me??

9. Getting into a new friend group! My old one was too toxic and they would always bully me (verbally) my new friend group is literally soo damn enjoyable! Like they're the cool kids of the year 😭 and now I'm one too!

10. As I mentioned in my older post that I'm moving into an apartment. We moved in and it was too difficult for me to sleep as the place was new and also there we're disturbances in the night time like stomping noises or playing loud music at night. So the neighbors there were too sweet that they introduced and comforted us that it's okay and if something's bothering us they'll take care of it. And they literally made the people who we're causing those disturbances to vacate out 😭😭✋🏻

11. My hair getting shinier! It was brittle before as I was severely anemic, now my baby hair is back and it's shining ✨

12. I overheard my parents conversing that they should make me audition for an entertainment company....like what? 😭😭✋🏻 when I asked them once years back they denied giving me a 4 hour lecture and now they wanna make me audition?? Like literally 😭 y'all watch me at the Grammy's (after 5 years lol)

13. Getting into the void on command or intention.

14. I literally get free foods everywhere I go 😭😭

15. I got free gifts from my uncle who's living in France! He works at a fashion company and he sent me perfumes and a few outfits (I can't reveal it I'm sorry)

I ONLY WAS THINKING ABOUT GETTING MY LIP OIL, GETTING CLOSE TO MY CRUSH AND FOCUSING ON MY STUDIES. THE REST, I MANIFESTED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO WHAT NEXT?

I've decided to respawn to my waiting next month. I'm still scripting how my waiting room should be... So it might take time for me. So till then I'm gonna be strengthening my self concept even more, and also getting more and more excited to be in my waiting room! I want my waiting room to be like a more like a sci fi movie and a princess fairytale combined 😭 (ik I'm weird). Like I just want my favorite anime characters to be there to help me script my DR ✋🏻 So I'm kinda in a more excited mode lately to script my waiting room! Will give you updates on how my waiting room will be in a future post! So until then take care, love you, byeeee byeeee!

- olivia 🤍