#cluster b boyfriends

[vin420]

Kid’s OCD this, Kid’s OCD that. What about Blackstar’s NPD??

Him feeling belittled when people don’t acknowledge his achievements as much as he expects, him having problems with managing emotions and either crying or breaking stuff when he’s upset because he doesn’t know any different ways to let it all out.

Hurting himself when trying new techniques, because he doesn’t want to start slow, he must be one step ahead in everything he does. Feeling guilty because he still envies Kid after all these years despite how much he loves him.

Being depressed, because under all these layers of confidence lies an ugly pile of self doubt and fear of being unappreciated or replaced by someone better than him.

[alienranpo]

have i mentioned that they’re soooo npd

[insert-name-heres-things]

Traumatized System X Stable-ish Singlet love is so underrated.

- safe person X protective collective

- we get to experience love in so many different ways together: romantic love with those dating, platonic love from others who aren’t together but still close, and a family like love with some of the younger alters

- system partner gets to fall in love with singlet partner over and over as different alters get to know the singlet (we can actually go on 50 first dates lol /ref)

- spoon swapping!! It has helped us both so much, our partner handling tasks that are too painful or complex for us and we handle tasks that are too mentally taxing for him, while we both learn to taking the time to understand who in our system is better at handling what

- as the system can recognize dangers, abuse, and toxicity, the singlet gets protected and taught about red flags & mistreatment

- as our singlet partner grew up with a more stable life, our partner has helped us understand what is actually normal and safe, what wasn’t okay, and helping us find a more stable and happy life

- having someone to help us in the morning when blurry, confused and in pain (this morning for example, we couldn’t move our limbs properly due to poor circulation and our nerve pain, nauseous as fuck, and he quickly got up to help us move and reassured us in our blurry state)

- our singlet partner slowly gets to recognize each individual based our different facial expression, body language, voice, interests, etc… (our partner has gotten so good at it that he can notice our micro-switches and have accurate guesses of who was out for a moment)

- our singlet partner has such a deep understanding of each individual he meets and who we are as a collective

- as a system we get to see so many different sides of our singlet partner and we individually have our own reasons for loving him

- being able to have safe sexual experiences with eachother where we can better learn and understand our boundaries, interests and preferences, despite the both of us having sexual trauma

- learning and understanding together how deep and multifaceted the human brain can be

- taking the time to research each others disorders to better understand one another’s similarity’s and differences

- seeing our singlet partners different ego states and helping him understand himself better

- being physically disabled being able to trust our partner to help take care of us when we’re in too much pain and be patient with the more vulnerable alters that end up fronting

- our partner meeting our alters we don’t have good communication with helping us establish better connection within ourselves

- we have to add a note about how beautiful cluster B and autistic love can be when there’s mutual trust and support

- us being chronically ill and physically disabled and our partner taking time to knowing how to take care of us and be patient with vulnerable alters when we can’t take care of ourselves due to pain

- Grounding and Stimming together

- being an interabled couple means we’ve been able to have help with our mobility aids, someone to help manage our medications, help in the shower, assistance walking and moving around when we can’t, help with pain and comforting the alters that have to go through it, and generally just having assistance wherever and whenever needed has changed our life drastically and for the better

- understanding that affective empathy isn’t needed to love each other when building love off of connection and understanding, while practicing using cognitive empathy

- we have been so lucky as to have a partner who’s family has been so understanding and curious about our system as well as our other issues, and have done there best to make us feel safe and comfortable- we used to not be able to hug others but we were hugging everyone last time we saw them!!! /pos

- a group of boyfriends that all love their boyfriend <3

I wish I could explain it all better, as we struggle with alexthemia and have npd/aspd so love is difficult, weird and confusing, however this relationship and connection is so deep and special to us, something we never thought possible, expecially with someone without a system and I wanted to share as it’s almost the end of pride month and we love our boyfriend.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

NPD culture is everyone in my boyfriend's life telling him to leave me after they find out I have npd. even his therapist says that he should leave because i "could become abusive due to the npd".

i put in so much fucking effort to be a good little narc who doesn't do anything toxic or bad, i've put in years of work to fix my abusive behaviours, to stop hurting people. it changes fucking nothing, and at this point, wanting to stay with my boyfriend is the only thing stopping me from throwing all that work out of the window and not caring again because it clearly doesn't fucking matter.

i put in all this effort for society and then they still treat me like trash. i could do whatever and hurt whoever but i choose not to because i am a good person. but that's not good enough.

(but there's a silver lining. my boyfriend, he doesn't listen to those people and i love him for that)

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[theharbingerofxhaos]

Cutie patootie matching profiles with our lil overwatch duo boyfriend >:3

-Erasmus

[eat-your-heartzzz-out]

woke up from a nap and oooough I Need Him.. thank you for coming to my post-nap thought :3

[alcopopangel]

having a cluster b disorder bf is such an experience. like he'd kill for me but he also likes watching me cry and its just so <3

[grubgothic]

this app is my diary btw <3 i’m sorry my moots

[rainybnuuy]

My page will always be open to everyone, even those with Cluster B. I am tired of seeing the whole, NPD = Abuser ASPD = Dangerous on this site.

Is it possible for people with those disorders to be dangerous or an abuser, sure. But anyone can be dangerous or an Abuser.

But I am tired of Pop Culture making up crap like 10 ways to destroy or protect yourself from a Narcissist.

Or the whole my last 200,000 X Boyfriends all had NPD and were evil people who summoned demons and ate puppies.

No they weren't and I am tired of people not just judging people as individuals and automatically demonizing all people with Cluster B disorders.

This will never be allowed on this page. And it should be allowed on this site, let alone in society.

To all the people on this is Site who have NPD or ASPD, just be cool, you all better than any of these Pop Psychology "Experts". And the Slime Kingdom Supports You.

[maiiuelle]

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life with the pogues can be exhausting.

you’d never run around so much before you met them — and you mean physically run around. they’re always off somewhere searching for something, and since you started dating jj maybank, you’ve been coming along for the ride.

luckily, john b put you and jj in charge of holding down the fort at the chateau while the rest of them are gone for the day, which just means endless snacks and snuggling with your boyfriend on the couch. jj found some cartoons reruns on TV to watch while you work on a crochet project.

the two of you have been doing just that for hours — jj’s up microwaving your third bag of popcorn while you stack up purple granny squares on the couch cushion beside you. he appears in the doorway, his finger in his mouth from burning it for the third time from opening the popcorn too fast. he looks you over as you finish the last cluster of double crochets on a granny square. “give it a rest, mama. ain’t you tired?” he asks, muffled by a mouth full of popcorn as he sits back down in his spot beside you. you had been hard at work since you got there, dead set on making at least half the amount of squares you’d need for a full blanket before the pogues got back. it was never going to happen, but you’re still determined to try.

you finally set aside your hook and yarn, looking down at your cramped hands. “i’m fine, jayj.” your fingers feel stiff, the creases in your skin are red and irritated from straining in the same position for so long. your face twists as you crack your knuckles, the discomfort too much to ignore.

“oh, baby girl—” jj shakes his head at you, stuffing his face one last time before putting the popcorn aside. he holds his hands out, motioning for you to put your hands in his. “—looks to me like you need one of my famous hand massages. give ‘em here, c’mon.”

“famous? and i haven’t gotten one yet?” you giggle, immediately giving in and letting him take one of your hands. his thumbs gently rub at your palm, slowly working out the tension from the middle out through your fingers. his calloused hands are so strong, forcing out every knot.

“i mean famous to john b n pope — works like a charm after fishin’ all day.” he explains, gaze focused on your hands. they’re tiny in comparison to his, he has to make a conscious effort to be more gentle than he is with his friends. he locks his fingers with yours, pulling them enough to crack them again. as a finishing touch, he presses a soft kiss into your knuckle, picking up your other hand to do it all over again. “how’s that feelin’? better?”

you flex your fingers, curling them and extending them a few times like it’s brand new. “so much better. thank you, jayj.” you reach with your free hand to get some popcorn, watching him ease out the tightness in your other hand. what a sweetie <3

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[narcissisticpdcultureis]

NPD culture is feeling isolated from other narcs because you have hyper empathy, which doesn’t technically mean you don’t have it as you fit the other criteria, but you’re unable to relate to a lot of their struggles

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[ludwigslovebug]

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[eat-your-heartzzz-out]

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[redheadspark]

1. they’re dancing together and character a has been feeling it creep up on them for a while, so when character b slips on air and falls, character a softly thinks oh. i love this person. With Oliver Wood.

That's all from me!

A/N - BESTIE! Oliver coming in the clutch! Thank you for requesting him! I hope you like it!

Catch

Summary - Oliver will always catch you

Warnings - Fluff

If there’s one thing Oliver knew best about you it was your coordination, or lack of coordination. 

You weren’t a stumbling fool, you just were too light on your feet at times.  Whether it was bumping into things when trying to turn a corner while walking in the Hogwarts halls, or even hitting your shin against a railing along the road that led to Hogsmeade.  You were a bit clumsy at times, not to the point of being a regular in the Hospital Wing but close enough to.  

But Oliver loved you just the same, and I made you two an odd pair.

Being in the same year but in different Houses, you were in several classes together when you both started out at Hogwarts.  He would ask you for help a few times, and being a Ravenclaw you loved helping him out with any questions.  Of course, you were smitten with him since he was handsome, but he also seemed out of your league.  Oliver loved Quidditch, he preferred being out on his broom than in the classroom.  It made sense when he made the Gryffindor Quidditch Team in his third year and rose through the ranks.  On the other hand, you loved the sport but you could barely stay on your broom for more than 1 minute.  You’d rather have your feet on the ground.

He was also seamless at making friends, he was well-liked by everyone he met.  He loved meeting new people and being in big groups between classes.  Whereas you liked your small cluster of friends, even having some alone time was nice for you.  You were more on the shy side when it came to friendships and making new relationships. 

So for him to ask you on a date your fourth year, you were shocked.  But how could you say no?

Gossip around the castle about your odd relationship was cruel at times, but it was never a bother to Oliver.  He would debunk anyone who would say anything against you and your relationship with him, gaining a protective streak about him when it came to you. Of course, you hated the gossip, but it was not as bad with Oliver holding your hand in his, or when he would drape an arm across your shoulder as you two walked together.  It made you feel loved when he did that, but then that would be snuffed out as you tripped over your foot.  Thankfully, Oliver knew how to catch you.

And he would catch you every single time.

You never could pinpoint when you started to fall in love with him, but you felt it towards the end of your time at Hogwarts.  Plenty of times together side by side, dates in Hogsmeade, you cheering him on from the stand as he would lead Gryffindor to victory again and again, you both grew closer together.  Even writing to each other over the summer and winter holidays when you were apart.  You both made sure not to be one of those couples that were attached by the hip constantly, but you always carved out time for each other when you could.  Oliver was beyond an amazing boyfriend and best friend to you, and that lingering feeling of love was nestled against your chest for some time in your last year at Hogwarts.

You had no idea Oliver felt the same.

One winter afternoon, The Three Broomsticks threw a party for most of the patrons who either lived or worked in Hogsmeade as a celebration for making it through a harsh winter.  You had the lucky fortune of being invited since you worked at the Three Broomstick as a part-time student worker.  You were mostly in charge of stocking supplies, doing inventory in the back of the pub, and helping with other small chores.  You tried being a waiter once, and after breaking a few of the pint glasses thanks to your clumsiness you were thinking you were to be fired.

Once you were made in charge and inventory, you thrived. 

You brought Oliver along to the party as your date, and you both were surrounded by a sea of people in the small pub.  It was a good mix of Hogsmeade citizens and a cluster of students, including the Weasley Twins who were invited by the Zonko’s shop owner thanks to their friendship and ever-flowing business relationship with him. Both Fred and George were fans of yours when they found out you and Oliver were a pair, the pair of them loved the notion of Oliver being smitten by someone who was not involved in quidditch.  

At one point during the party, with plenty of Butterbeer flowing and complimentary treats from Honeydukes being served, a local band started to play some music in the main area of the pub.  You and Oliver were dancing with most of the other patrons, having the best time together. Laughter was on your lips, your cheeks were burning from smiling too much, and your eyes shined under the lights of the pub.  Oliver couldn’t help but watch you as he swung you around and heard you laughing, full-on laughing.  Yet it was perfect timing, you slipping a bit on your feet and was about to fall.

Thankfully for you, Oliver clung onto you and you were leaning back. Oliver over you, as if he was dipping you in a dance. 

And as you watched each other, Oliver felt it then and there in his bones: He loved you.  It didn’t matter to him that he was merely 17 years old, he knew he loved you. No one else in his life made him this happy, made him feel beyond love and adored, rooted for him when life was rough.  It was just you, his number one supporter and fan on the field and best friend off the field.  The person who would let him lean on you when he needed to cry or scream.

You were his anchor, his true north, his very source of happiness in the rougher days.  And he felt in that moment, whether it was Butterbeer in his veins or the music ringing in his ears, that he could not live another day without you at his side.  

You are everything to him, and he knew deep down that he loved you when he helped you back on your feet. 

“Thanks, Luv,” you thanked him, pecking him on the cheek as he held you close.  He squeezed you a pinch tighter as the rest of the room circled around you in their own dance.  Oliver’s love for you grew in that small moment, cemented within him like roots from a tree.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” He mumbled against your neck, you humming as you both stood in the middle of the party with no care or worry.  It would be the same place that Oliver would propose to you right after your graduation in June.

You said yes, of course, before slipping on the water that was on the ground. Oliver caught you with ease, as he always will.

The End. 

[kitab00m101]

*Bucky is extensively flirted with by a very pushy woman, and feels uncomfortable.*

"Ahem, uh- listen, lady. I gotta get home to Steve, so can you leave me-"

"OH MY GAWD, I loooove dogs! Can..." She puts her hands on him. "You take me to meet him?"

*Bucky: 💡* "Sure!" Bucky says, cringing as he takes this woman by the arm. "You'll love him, he's the runt of his litter, so I usually can just carry him around with me, but he has a knack for running off and starting fights with other b*tches. Might have to get him a leash soon." Bucky refrains from a hysterical laugh.

"Oh the poor thing!"

"Don't worry, he's a sweetheart regardless. One of the cute, scruffy ones that like to lick you all over your mouth when you try to give him kisses." Bucky is red in the face from trying not to laugh.

"How adorable!"

Bucky stops walking, and looks over at dark corner next to a building where he can hear some wheezing from behind a cluster of trash cans.

"So this is where he ran off to! Steve! Com'ere bud! I got someone I want you to meet." Bucky squats down as a battered and bruised bag of bones drags himself out from the corner.

Steve's face glows with a triumphant smile when he sees Bucky. Standing a couple inches over his boyfriend, Steve grabs his face and gives him a long kiss, that was abruptly cut off as Bucky pulled away. "Steve!" He says annoyed, but endearing. He glanced over just in time to see the woman's complete and utter mortification. A devilishly mischievous grin crawled onto Bucky's face as he lightly rubbed his sore bottom lip. "Forgot to mention, he bites too."

[bloodibambiidoll]

This is for me and @babygorewhore’s Writing Prompt Game. Feel free to click the link and come play!! Prompt: Road head with John B. - Warnings: Blow job,( kinda?) Dom!JB 18+MDNI!!!

You knew it wasn’t the time. But something about the way John B was driving right now was making you crazy. His hair was a tangled mess, he had dirt all over his face, neck, and arms. His button up shirt was askew, only the few bottom buttons still in tact. Displaying his chest that was covered in a sheen layer of sweat and he just looked so good. His large hands were gripping the steering wheel to the point that his knuckles were white and the veins in his hands looked like they might burst. He had a busted lip from the altercation he just got into with the kooks and there was a hard look on his face as he angrily ranted to you.

You weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly, the only thing you could focus on was how badly you wanted to pull his shorts down his hips and take his cock down your throat. It’s not your fault watching your boyfriend fight turned you on. He’s usually pretty gentle with you, except for when you really push his buttons. But even then, the punishments he deals are sometimes lighter than you’d like. You want him to fucking destroy you, completely take you, shut your brain off so all you can think about is him and his cock.

“Babe, are you even listening?” John B turns to you at a stop sign, eyebrow raised, fingers tapping agitatedly against the steering wheel.

“Huh? Yeah I’m listening, sorry.” You give him a reassuring smile and he takes that as sign to continue his rant. You listen the best you can for a bit longer, offering a small ‘uh-huh’ here and there. Until he runs his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back slightly. His Adam’s Apple on fully display, the sweat on his neck practically begging to be licked off. And it’s really over for you when he grabs your thigh, asking you again if you’re listening to him. You don’t respond, instead giving into your desires by leaning across the seat to lick along the side of his neck.

“Whoa!” John B jumps back a little, glancing away from the road at you. “What are you doing?”

“Shhhh… just let me.” You whisper against his skin, kissing and nipping down his throat while your hand finds his cock through his shorts.

“Babe, this is not the time! This is serious shit we are going through we have to focus - oh fuck.” He lets out a groan when your hand wraps around his shaft, jerking him slightly through the material. You feel him start to harden causing a smirk spread across your lips.

“I think your cock disagrees, and so do I. I happen to think it’s the perfect time.” You kiss down his chest, flicking your tongue out to lick the salty sweat covering his skin as your hands work on undoing his shorts. You push them down and pull his cock out, spitting on your palm before taking it in your hand.

“Oh my fucking goddd. Baby, I’m driving, I don’t think this is the best - shit - idea.” John B keeps his eyes on the road, still going the speed limit despite the fact that you just took his whole cock down your throat in one swift motion. He swerves slightly, before grabbing onto your hair, using his grip to pull you off of him. “Did you not fucking hear me? I said that shit’s not safe.”

You whimper, your eyes rolling back at the burn on your scalp his grip is causing. “Just wanna make you feel good…” You pout up at him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“You’re kind of acting like a slut right now, you know that? You wanna suck me off so bad? Fine.” He pulls off the road into a cluster of trees throwing the car in park. He uses the grip he still has on your hair to push you back onto his cock, shoving himself completely down your throat with a loud groan.

You gag around him, letting out a moan of your own at the feeling of him being rough with you. He pulls you off, giving you a second to breathe before he’s pushing you back down again. He starts to thrust his hips up, fucking your throat with his head thrown back, breathy moans leaving his lips. He pulls you off again, forcing you to look up at him. You have mascara running down your face, droll dripping down the sides of your lips and this look in your eyes like you’d let him do anything he wanted to you right now.

“You like this shit, huh? Are you my little slut?” He uses his thumb to rub the spit on your lips. You’re looking at him like you’re in a trance, his words hardly registering. “Answer me.”

“Yeah, I’m your little slut.” You take his thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

“So pretty like this…” He pulls his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with his cock with ease. He counties to use your throat, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You reach your hand down to cup his balls, swirling them in your palm. “Oh fuck! Baby, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.”

He pushes your head down a final time, his hips raising off the seat as his spills down your throat. You swallow every drop, pulling off him with a moan.

“That was so fucking hot.” He pants, taking your face in his hands so he can capture your lips in a passionate, messy kiss.