#hold up hang on I CAN MAKE THIS HAPPEN
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thought of a little scenario that idk if I'll ever implement into one of my stories but it's too silly to not write down
anyway Hunter gets out of the shower at my place and he's all clean and smells nice and it drives me crazy (like usual đ) so I start giving him smooches and whatnot
and then at some point it basically goes like this
me: mmm babe I love how you smell right now đ„°
Hunter: of course you do, it's your soap đ
me: I love how you're ok smelling like flowers and other girly smells đ„°
Hunter: ...?? what?? flowers are "girly"?? since when?? and why??? they're just plants???
and he continues to be confused and can't fathom the idea of a freaking plant having an assigned gender association, literally wtf
he ends up casually bringing it up to the others and Echo absolutely loses it, he goes on a long-winded rant about it and refuses to accept that; Wrecker also thinks it's stupid, and Tech pretty much has the same thinking as Hunter where he's genuinely confused on why anyone would assign the scent of a plant to a particular gender LOL
Omega then makes it her mission to fill the Marauder with flowers the next time they go to a green planet to appease her brothers' frustration (which I will gladly help with) đ
#I continue to push my agenda of Clones not understanding gender roles đ#and also them refusing to accept them đ#Echo and Wrecker make the meals in my stories#and Tech does the dishes#Tech is also a beauty guru#and Wrecker likes wearing my more 'feminine' clothes#oh and Hunter helps me with house chores#there ain't no way they'd accept flowers as being 'girly' LOL#ohhhh I now have the urge to see them all with flower crowns#hold up hang on I CAN MAKE THIS HAPPEN#used to make flower crown edits back in the day#I STILL HAVE ALL THOSE IMAGES#PLEASE HOLD FOR FLOWER CROWN TBB EDITS#đđđ#my dark and broody bandana man#OTP: Shrapnel & Solar Flares#star warz#MLWTBB chatter
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Dancer! Sejanus, in which he is given the lead role alongside one of Marcusâs best friends, and Marcus canât take his eyes off of him for the entire duration of the show
#he feels entranced and like he canât breathe anymore as soon as sejanus comes on stage#he only realizes several seconds later that he has been unconsciously holding his breath#and it happens multiple times again that he unconsciously stops breathing for a few seconds looking at him#cause his movements paired with the lights and the music make him look almost otherworldly#marcus cannot truthfully say whether his friend was good or not cause he was too preoccupied with sejanus to concentrate on her performance#itâs fine she wonât know and heâll make it up to her#after complimenting her after the show though he immediately asks her who the guy dancing with her was#you can bet he looked sejanus up on ig and google that same night#he also starts picking his friend up from practice sometimes#with the intention of yes hanging out with her but also of hopefully catching a glimpse of sejanus before they leave#sejanus starts noticing him too but he thinks marcus is dating the friend#âdo you need a ride or is your boyfriend picking you up today as well?â âmy boyfriend?â#marcus asking if practice is ever open to the public and when the next show will be#âwhatâs with the sudden interest marcus?â#sheâs teasing she knows exactly what caused the sudden interest#her inviting sejanus to hang out with her and her friends#and trying to leave him and marcus alone together as much as possible#also i said âone of marcusâs best friendsâ and not âmarcusâs best friendsâ because reaper marcus bestfriendism always <3#sejarcus#marcus tbosas#sejanus plinth
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went down to get some norbond (repair glue) at work today and on my coworker in Young Adult's cataloging cart there was. a young adult novel by cs pacat. already falling apart at the spine of course because the state of bookbinding today is abysmal and is the reason i go through ezbind So Fast just trying to preemptively reinforce every single thing that comes across my desk but ANYWAY. like. i have got to find out how mellowed down this novel is compared to her usual fare. like. some YA novels contain some racy bits for sure but i dont think the general pacat content could possibly be distilled into teen-friendly material and retain literally any of its x-ratedness. like. almost interested in finding out what a non-horny book by this woman would be like but also im sure i wouldnt enjoy it as much. like that would just be. a book. which is fine and i'm sure it's not bad! but i dont read pacat to read a book. i read her to read A...Book.....
#fascinating#almost felt like leaving a sticky note for coworker tho on the fucked up page. you know how when a book sees too much use#then the endpieces come apart and you can see the cloth backing there that is *supposed* to hold the signatures together?#(not that most mass market hardbacks have signatures anymore; they're all perfect-bound which is the misnomer of the industry)#that was happening on a brand new book. and by god the cloth was thin too. it was like . twelve little stupid strings just hanging there#they're all like that now#it's not quite as striking until you happen to be repairing a fair amount of older books#and then you realize that even ten fifteen years ago the backing was sturdier. there are more books with true signatures#and those older books might get beat up and tossed around and they dont look new anymore#but they dont rip apart in the dropoff bin nearly as fast as the books that are three years old#the repair i was doing this morning? year and a half. the glue just popped right out and took the whole endpiece with it#stupid as hell. makes me feel like mo from inkheart every time i do repairs
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god. not to be sad online. but im sad online
#um. sorry i went on a really really long rant abt my emotions in the tags. hehehoho im sad!#im just like. there's no way im getting older. i feel like i haven't changed since i was 14 and i feel so disconnected from everything#my birthday is in like 3 weeks but i keep thinking im turning 15 or 16 again and i'll be able to live my teenage years again and#do it right this time or something but no! that's not how that works! obviously!#when my best friend turned 18 she immediately started saying ''im an adult im different im older'' but like#i think about how i'll be 18 soon and im just scared and im going to be holding onto teenage years and#fantasies about them that will never happen and it's just exhausting#i know i sound like such a dramatic teenager but i AM a dramatic teenager!#i had so much shit happen to me that made me lose out on so much of being a teenager and it's like#crushing that i'll never get those years back and other peoples choices ruined my life before i had a chance to have much of one#and i've missed out on so many experiences that all my friends got and i feel such a barrier between me and other people#for that reason and i also feel a disconnect between me and literally everybody i know#and making friends is literally impossible for me anymore and i just feel like i keep losing friends and one day i'll wake up and#i won't have anyone anymore. and i find it hard to talk to people who were my best friends for awhile and i just fall deeper into this#pit of loneliness every day and there's nothing i can do so i just give up. i dunno#im so tired and im just so so lonely and done with. existing#and im also never anybody's first choice which is always annoying but#and it's just.... heartbreaking to think about how my best friend will never choose me when her other best friend is there and#how when we all hang out they're both actually mean to me and there's just nothing i can do other than text my mom and cry#and it makes me doubt how much she cares if she gets that way so easily y'know?#ugh it's all juvenile problems but they just weigh so heavily on me :/#okay enough oversharing online for the night im going to sleep now. then tomorrow i'll just#have the same thoughts and it'll only get worse
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his birthday means that we are g.ladio posting like hell today
#oh man when i tell you this man is so fine-#i was not prepared for him to have his hair up post-timeskip#s/i has her hair differently as well (and some facial scars too!) but ahem#the ponytail looks really reaaly good on him đł#ash rambles đ#ash likes to tie it up for him and give him a kiss on the top of the head while shes at it#they spend almost all of the time during the timeskip together <3 it's not an easy time for them since... you know... everything that#happens in canon- but they are together! lots of quiet moments of holding each other after fighting daemons together like the badass power#couple that they are#oh also. ash has a pet chocobo named sage!#sage is a green chocobo and she's a sweetheart! she loves everyone except for g.ladio-#luckily post timeskip sage can now hang out with g.ladio without wanting to bite him-#g.ladio does get a pretty nasty cut on her arm from sage biting him though. it fades a bit over time + his arms are covered in tattoos but#it's there! sage bit him like that when ash comes back. so okay let's talk f.f13 s/i because i feel like i don't do that enough#she almost dies in altissia. g.ladio watches her get shot and cut up (facial scars!) and fall into the ocean and he's powerless to save her#it's pretty sad. anyways r.avus saves her (the boys have some interesting feelings about that-) and ash comes back eventually. g.ladio#apologizes to sage for not being able to save her. a while later ash comes back and sage is kinda heated- and she also doesn't mind a good#excuse to bite him. she's a good bird! really speedy and energetic! ash rides her around whenever she's not travelling with the guys#which is pretty often tbh. she spends a lot of time off on her own protecting the people from monsters and all that. but she does wear a#glaive uniform after the timeskip. man... her last words to n.octis always make me so sad. just her crying and having a hand over her heart#'thank you n.oct. i'm so happy i met you. you've been an amazing friend and...'#she looks down at the ground#'and it has been an honor to serve you my king.'#yeah. she's a pretty cool s/i! one day i'll go off about f.f13 s/i.. she's comedic relief in the first game and then boom the second game!#she's almost 50 and has a grown ass son and is a totally different person and has some very interesting thoughts about the other characters#anyways. back to g.ladiolus. his hair like that... oh man. it was ash's idea for him to tie it up in the first place and um#ma'am. thank you for your service. he looks so good- many birthday kisses for him#what a guy đ#i think I might have a crush on him or something LMAO (<- has been in love with him and his gf for a long ass time now)#send (cup) noods tonight đ
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gravity falls is so funny through robbie's pov
>be me, 15 year old emo in a bumfucknowhere town
>lives in a funeral home. my parents embalm bodies twenty feet and an entire wall away from where we cook dinner
>have a friend i want to be my girlfriend
>she starts hanging out with her boss' (???) twin niece and nephew outside of work hours even though they're like in elementary school
>friend becomes your girlfriend
>weird shit happens around these twins. conscience store ghosts, a weirdly pixelated adult man beating you up, your dirt bike gets stolen, your girlfriend's boss and his nephew make your gf break up with you???
>gets memories erased at some point
>suddenly in love with only other female friend, like instantly in love and it's like this came out of nowhere but she's so perfect and you loooooove her it's so great don't question why there's a part of you that doesn't remember ever actually falling in love with her. also those fucking twins had something to do with this again.
>apocalypse happens
>mfw im apparently part of a secret key of people that can save the world by holding hands but it gets fucked up last minute by your ex's boss fighting with his twin over grammar (did he always have a twin?? why are there so many twins??)
>the ritual you were a part of failed. you were supposed to be a special person and part of saving the world but nope. that failed.
>get turned into a statue
>apocalypse ends and you have no clue how or why
>things like immediately go back to normal
>still with girl you don't remember falling in love with
>the twins just fucking. leave the town. and now there's two of your ex girlfriend's bosses around. no one ever explains how or why any of this has happened. you still live in a funeral home.
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also putting 1 and 1 together. as well as words like. as you can use a punch card for "i love my friends" being said around the xmas show b/c also it's a line actedly spontaneously expressed in the mister chestnut christmas medley, punch card for "heart words," there at the start of bloodsong / introduction to the musician & banana & the former's hardassedness & vinegar wit vs banana is not like that, banana saying the musician & his music is saying Dance, Banana, not with your mouth words, but with your heart words....& the musician is like terse mouthwordedness, ft. the audience's ability to infer that perhaps the musician is not really heartwording these things or really that invested in funny little guy dancing tambourine accompaniment. But In True Form....
holding that up to the other [1] in which the musician like Would Be has all the protagonist hardass lead hero power he needs to devote himself to his Mission & kill anyone w/music along the way but it's like step one. i Need banana. cannot do it without having banana here & that has nothing to do with Strategic power levels like he's gonna tell banana no it's fine if you just like are a held hostage no epic successful moves contributor who can't help me during a Situation, don't even worry about it....needs to have his special little guy there, in true form, you wouldn't have to change anything abt the verses of the friendship song to have it be a love(tm) song but it's not b/c it's necessarily that / Not the friendship song really, would never say if the way a relationship is described is like "enough" in whatever metric of intensity intimacy whatever it must Not be [anything] & must Indeed be [anything], lord knows i'm not here to interpret anything as romance as a category based on something inherent, not a context of normative relationality larping. which is also what is happening in bsol, unless you're the romantic leads, in which case i'm like well that's none of my concern except in how it is a plot device....
cue what is also what i was going to get around to in that paragraph anyway like it is beautiful to have the musician be like "well my wife is taken hostage for Evil Marriage larping? obviously gotta go save her" & then have "but first. again i may have already committed my whole being to this & have my lethal music powers but. i Need banana before i can do anything more" & Then have that become a matter of taking on a parallel like well great news banana was also taken hostage for evil marriage larping. (see: exquisite twist & turning contrast is that in this case the "well i want to have the Set & Performance of Marriage, so. pointing a gun at this guy for these three years" hostage taker is openly contemptuous toward banana & all & so perhaps you expect the bastard(tm) to be the exact same way with His [kidnapped hostage okay so now you're my wife then; points a knife at this woman for three years] situation, but first of all the [the conflict w/the antagonist foil brings out [conflict with/in oneself]] element like we need a bit more depth lol so we get that but like, while obviously they're not Actually Close we already are shown that lo cocodrilo Knows this & is actually bothered by it, rather than just like well as long as you have to be staying here on set going through motions then we're good to go. not only the failure of the crocodile approach but failure at Being the crocodile, if he did not actually care about having someone's actual affection (& cue that even after a comedically disastrous exchange, lo cocodrilo's like Default Marriage Larping is the "good evening, darling :)" exit lmao like. is not just fine with genuine contempt beyond the larping) how many brackets am i in what tangent am i on....i think i accidentally concluded it in Sidebar Parenthetical mode there, classic. the contrast that banana's wife is openly contemptuous / hostile, lo cocodrilo has the hostility more comically mixed up in Oh Just Another Average Dinner along with also actually being the party concerned with the desire / pursuit of Genuine Affection / not really being like well this must be fine or as good as it gets then when my wife (who also by contrast is the held hostage party here) tells me to kill myself or what have you)
anyway so that when the musician first before anything else Needs banana & this means saving him from being held hostage in "well, this must be fine? & ideal even, due to the normativity contexts?" (see: again, in an inverse situation, it's lo cocodrilo gunning for the Normative Ideals. while also santa violetta kind of is too but the marriage she already had where she wasn't held hostage for it) evil marriage with someone who hates him & we also see that [the conventions of the spaghetti western is an Expressive device] particularly persistently pushed back for i wear polo shirts now :(....
but what i was getting around to, throwback to that part where i was saying we had the room to think that banana as funny little guy sidekick was, according to conventions, more superfluous to the serious big protagonist than not, surely all the more so when that hero's mission gets activated, all the more seriously. surely that banana is liking to think that the musician is encouraging him to dance with his heart words, not his mouth words, & the musician is mostly like yeah sure whatever but i'm not even gonna use the mouth words to say even that. but here we are getting this scene where it's Step One I Need Banana i'll die or i'll kill to get to him & then i'll use my heart & mouth words alike to indeed encourage him like i know you need to Dance & Sing & Tambourine & be my special little guy who i also need btw. funny little guy banana being right & not being superfluous at all, & i don't know how i'd sing if to me you didn't cling
#i think that's me saying what i actually had the thought like uh oh gotta post & express myself about#bsol#& not like the show makes you dwell on it the way we timeskip & follow the musican's pov here but like#sometimes being like oh no :( banana's life for three years :(#cut to the: me crying over the scene / song just Unexpected following banana for a moment as he prays for the musician#key change right on that like we. hang on i had a thought. i have to continue with this one though. through tears already lmao#key change right on him praying For the musician & it getting more intense the All He Has Done For Me like#even as really like That evil marriage was the one actually more ''successful'' re: yeah just Take & Keep your spouse & have the trappings#& Performance of that ideal married life then; the contempt? sure who cares in the face of those trappings obtained; i said#vs that over with the sitcom of violetta & cocodrilo evil marriage it is Not thusly successful. could be if cocodrilo didn't care; as he#supposedly shouldn't; but we're already shown he does; & is still pursuing Genuine Affection vs oh i just need Spouse here; physically;#hostagely....which again when i tell you the fun & games one can imagine shaking up & sprinkling the coconana dynamic like. oh boy#it's the ''i guess it's nice to be wanted?'' hostage vs the guy actually already consumed by I'm Not Supposed To Want (but i do)#I'm Supposed To Be Wanted (but i'm not) & he's got a gun a knife a certain je ne sais quoi#anyway what am i saying? right that like violetta & cocodrilo's comedic evil marriage glimpses are not at all like. ''realistic''#even relative to the [bsol is not trying to use realism] vs that our glimpse at banana's & the wife of banana's comedic evil marriage#again at least has that ''successful'' yeah sure i hate this guy but i don't even care about that; i care about keeping him held hostage#presumably also does not care about not having banana's genuine affection as lo cocodrilo is eaten at by not having violetta's#like just a fight of the practical physical matter of [you are thwarting me holding him hostage]#anyway what i'm still saying like slightly more ''realistic'' for that sort of Contempt / Resignation goings on in that evil marriage#vs over with the ''& you only tried to stab me once. is something the matter?'' classic evil marriage Comedically Unrealistic average meal#but that even in how we don't See like montage of the miseries of banana's three years but indefinite life nor even like montage of the#joys of banana's life prior with his special protagonist guy; just the glimpse & understanding context via the emergent Feelings & Behavior#private little song moment with banana key change increased intensity For All He Has Done For Me into there is no one you should protect#more than him....emotional resolution leaping in to save the musician; miracle received: banana not being killed for that....#& i cry about banana's prayer like Character this fellow actual person who yes Is more mouth words emotionally expressive ;m; banana.......#plus my thought was also about how what's considered ''''realistic'''' (tends to be the opposite) about like ah what a miserable situation#being from Outside the perspective of who it happens to & like. about what We Observe abt what happens to some Other person#rather than what that person feels or what even these Overall Emergent traits / behaviors arising from being in that context/situation can#tell us. a glimpse of what's perfectly average in a dynamic which indeed probably Doesn't shatter / disrupt everything b/c its Truly Bad
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ohhhh i hate when someone is trying to help me with something and they clearly like. cannot help for reasons out of their control. and i just hate hearing them sound so defeated and apologetic and just like. hearing the shame in their voice like it wasn't your fault it happens it's ok,,,,, i am not angry at you you were not the one who caused this pls its ok,,,,
#i have this lawyer trying to help me get SSI or something like that#and every time we've tried to call the offices about that they just will not pick up#and every time it happens i can hear her getting more and more frustrated and it seems like this is directed at herself which makes me sad#like she won't accept a 'have a good day' anymore she just does the kinda 'im not having one but im not gonna say that' silence#which i Get i do that all the time#and like she just keeps apologizing for having to postpone appointments further and further out#but i mean it's january new laws are being enacted it's a confusing time for legal shit right now#and not to mention social services in my county are so fucking ass#like job and family services just no longer exists in my county. they shut that office down and now i have to go three cities over instead#and the ppl who do ssi and ssd are literally only open on tuesdays and thursdays and that's IT#which means if we have two failed appointments in a week i just have to wait until next week#and if their line is busy they don't fucking put you on hold???? they give a busy tone for a while then an automated voice pops in#saying hey we're busy rn. and then immediately hangs up#like. the fuck???????#anyway nice lawyer lady this is not your fault and it is okay#it's those shit fucking ass governmental offices
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i really am just going to have to lean into the fact that i just really like cheese board foods and deal with that, aren't I?
#tw: eating disorder#this post brought to you by#the can of olives i put on the list last grocery run that i am having to stop myself from devouring in one go#and how well black olives pair with cream cheese on any vehicle#(it's very well btw in case you were wondering)#get some hard salamies some good cheese options some more olive varieties some pickles maybe some nuts and dried fruits#mmm#...it is not lost on me that the heavy presence of salty foods on here is probably my body's attempt to fix itself from the POTS lol#i struggle with eating around people so you'd THINK this would actually not help#but i might try and hold back some of the olives so i can have them on my plate for Upcoming Holiday Meals so i can eat with everyone...#i think it might work#cause i have zero problem with these foods to the point that i will annihilate a snack table if i don't monitor myself#and remember there are usually other people involved when the snack table layout happens#....learning this is a thing i have has not been my most fun revelation i'll be so honest with you right now#i have panic attacks if i know it's possible other people know i am even making my own plate to eat in my room alone#because then they know i'm consuming food#and it hits randomly - i'm blaming it on the holiday season right now#i don't remember if it's seasonal or not but it feels like this is something i've been struggling with all year and probably for longer#and like... it's fucked up i can't eat with people#i want to hang out i want to enjoy the meal in front of whoever made it so they see i loved it#i want to hang out and chat and have fun and watch stuff with other people#and sometimes i can figure out how to do that#but i... i got startled earlier this year with someone who was Greeting Me while i ate and i reacted poorly and i feel terrible every time#because like... i love this person i want them to feel comfortable enough to come give me a hug as soon as they're at me#i want them to know i want their presence i just...#i was eating and i... i can't let people know i eat - i'm messy i'm too fast i'm too slow i talk too much i'm not talking at all i'm eating#something weird i'm eating something normal and boring and someone is going to say something about how much is on my plate and#...and i really do in fact have an eating disorder like#i don't need a doctor to tell me that i have something wrong with my relationship to food and the consumption thereof and i'm fighting it#i'm fighting it EVERY DAMN DAY because i *know* i need to eat and i *know* i dont NEED to earn my food
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I've been disabled for almost 29 years. Here's what I've learned.
Tablets sink and capsules float. Separate out your tablets and capsules when you go to take them. Tip your head down when taking capsules and up when taking tablets. Liquigels don't matter, they kinda stay in the middle of whatever liquid is in your mouth.
If your pill tastes bad, coat it with a bit of butter or margarine. I learned this from my mom, who learned it from a pharmacist.
Being in pain every day isn't normal. Average people experience pain during exceptional moments, like when they stub their toe or jam their finger in a door, not when they sit cross-legged.
Make a medical binder. Make multiple medical binders. I have a small one that comes with me to appointments and two big ones that stay at home, one with old stuff and one with more recent stuff.
Find your icons. Some of mine include Daya Betty (drag queen with diabetes), Stef Sanjati (influencer with Waardenburg syndrome and ADHD), and Hank Green (guy with ulcerative colitis who... does a bunch of stuff). They don't have to be disabled in the same way as you. They don't even have to be real people. Put their pictures up somewhere if you want; I've been meaning to decorate my medical binders with pictures of my icons.
Take a bin, box, bag, basket, whatever and fill it with items to cope with. This can be stuff for mentally coping like colouring books or play clay or stuff for physically coping like pain medicine or physio tape.
Decorate your shit! My cane for at home has a plushie backpack clip hanging from the end of the handle and my cane for going places is covered in stickers. All of my medical binders have fun scrapbooking paper on the outside. Sometimes, I put stickers and washi tape on my inhalers and pill bottles. I used my Cricut to decorate my coping bin with quotes from my icons, like "I've seen enough of Ba Sing Se" and "I need you to be angrier with that bell".
If a flare-up is making you unable to eat or keep food down, consider going to the ER. A pharmacist once told me that since my eye flares can make me so nauseous that I cannot eat, then I need to go to the hospital when that happens.
Cola works wonders for nausea. I have mini cans of Diet Pepsi in my coping bin.
Shortbread is one of the only things I can eat when nauseous. Giant Tiger sells individually-wrapped servings of shortbread around Christmas or the British import store sells them year-round. I also keep these in my coping bin.
Unless it violates a pain contract or something, don't be afraid to go behind your doctor's back to get something they are refusing you. I got my cardiologist referral by getting in with a different NP at my primary care clinic than who I usually saw. I switched from Seroquel to Abilify by visiting a walk-in.
If you have a condition affecting your abdomen in some way (GI issues, reproductive problems, y'know) then invest in track pants that are too big. I bought some for my laparoscopy over a year ago and they've been handy for pelvic pain days, too. I've also heard loose pants are good for after colonoscopies.
Do whatever works, even if it's weird. I've sat on the floor of the Eaton Centre to take my pills. I've shoved heating pads down my front waistband to reach my uterus.
High-top Converse are good for weak ankles. I almost exclusively wear them.
You can reuse your pill bottles for stuff. I use my jumbo ones to store makeup sponges and my long skinny ones to hold a travel-size amount of Q-Tips.
Just because your diagnostics come back with nothing, it doesn't mean nothing is wrong. Maybe you were checking the wrong thing, or the diagnostic tool wasn't sensitive enough. I have bradycardia episodes even though multiple cardiac tests caught nothing. I probably have endometriosis even though my gynecologist didn't see anything.
You can bring your comfort item to appointments, and it's generally a green flag when someone talks to you about it. I brought a Squishmallow turkey (named Ulana) to my laparoscopy and they had her wearing my mask when I woke up. I brought a Build-A-Bear cat (named Blinx) to another procedure and a nurse told me that everyone in the hall on the way to the procedure room saw him and were talking about how cute he was. Both of those ended up being positive experiences and every person who talked to me about my plushies was nice to me. If you don't feel comfortable having it visible to your provider during the appointment, you can hide it in your bag and just know it's there, or if you're in a video appointment, you can hold it below frame in your lap.
Get a small bucket, fill it with stuff, and stick it in your bed (if you have room for it). I filled a bucket with Ensure, juice boxes, oatmeal bars, lotion, my rescue inhaler, etc. in October 2023 in anticipation of my laparoscopy and I still have it in my bed as of January 2025.
If your disability impacts your impulse control (e.g. ADHD, bipolar disorder), you should consider setting limits around your spending -- no more than X dollars at a time, nothing online unless it's absolutely necessary, and so on. Or, run these purchases by someone you trust before committing to them; I use my BFF groupchat to help talk sense into myself when I buy stuff.
Feel free to add on what you've learned about disability!
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real sad boy hours
#why? just âcause.#actually Iâm here at this chess tournament my brother is entered in. sitting by myself in the lobby waiting for him to finish his last game#and Iâm honest to goodness trying not to openly weep. I feel so stupid#hold on. give me a second bc just writing this makes#makes me start crying a little and there are people around#life is too short#I love this kid. Iâve loved watching him grow up. and Iâm always ALWAYS aware that everything is passing so fast#will I be here with him next year? will he outgrow all of this?#we donât hang out as much anymore. heâs got his teenage things going on. his own life.#I donât know. Iâm trying to appreciate these moments as much as I can#itâs hard though. I feel like shit. my head hurts. my tinnitus has been driving me crazy#itâs hard to be present when youâre in a fog#last night in the hotel room we didnât even really hang out. he just played on his phone until he slept. which is totally his right.#I just⊠I just hope Iâm really appreciating this time#ok now I feel stupid for kind of crying in this hotel while lots of people walk around#i donât know what more I could even do now. itâs not like Iâm allowed to go watch him play or I can do anything but wait#I suppose I have to keep asking myself âam I appreciating this enough?â and if Iâm not then try to work on that#life is really shitty right now but I know there have been countless times I wish Iâd been more present#so I wake up tired today and drink coffee & 5 hour energy and still Iâm tired and my head hurts but Iâve still gotta try. just a little.#in a couple of years heâll be off to college and have his own life#and it wonât be him and I going to the movies or driving him to school or having dinner together#anyway⊠juuuuust sad. and lonely. straight up not having a good time#but also Iâm glad Iâm here if only to hang around my brother a little bit#IAN! stop! god I feel so stupid letting myself wallow like this. itâs not helping. itâs just making me sad. focusing on the negatives.#whatevs. Iâve got major depression. suck my butt. Iâm allowed to be sad sometimes.#this weekend didnât really go like I thought#I guess I expected to read more and shoot the shit with my brother and hang out more but itâs whatever. life happens.#my mental & physical health has been bad for a couple months now so I couldnât have reasonably expected to suddenly be great just because đ€·đ»#oh well!#text
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Kiss Me More!
Synopsis. Thereâs always something that makes him lose control - and you love pushing those buttons.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rough sĂ©x, unprotected, bodyworshĂp, stuff with pantĂes, brĂ©eding, slight exhĂbitionism (Sukunaâs), Nanami and Geto are a bit mean, overstĂm, finger suckĂng, dacryphĂlia (Getoâs), pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.1k
A/N. Bro my laptop crashed thrice trynna write this um.
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⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - âRaw?!â
Great, Toji thinks, heâs finally lost it.
Because sooner have the words left your swollen lips, all the blood goes rushing to his achingly hard cock - so swollen and already leaking hot precum all over your trembling thighs. Some dark, primal part of himself being poked so dangerously awake.
âAre ya sure, doll?â he breathes, and the words come out ragged - pained even. Like some part of himself wanted you to save no, was begging you to say no - for his own sanity. Because just the thought of your pretty lilâ cunt wrapped around his cock makes him feel lightheaded. âWe donât-â
âI wanâ to,â you give him a determined little nod. Spreading your legs further and oh Toji lets out a hoarse grunt at the heavenly sight. Hanging on your every word as you continue, âWhatâs the worst that can happen?â
That was hours ago - oh, how foolish you were.Â
You never thought that those would be the words that make your poor boyfriend snap. That it would only take him just barely grazing his angry, weeping tip between your puffy folds. Up and down up and down up and- down went every rational thought.Â
Too depraved. Too lost in the feeling of finally having you and your soft pussy and you-
âC-canât believe youâve been ngh- fuckinâ holdinâ out on m-me.â He was in heaven, making you cum over and over and-
And you were clawing limply at the drenched sheets, the headrest, Tojiâs shoulders - just anything and everything for some semblance of sanity.Â
âT-Toji-â you sob, âSâtoo much. I- ngh- canât anymore-â
âFuck! Been hah- holdinâ out on me.â he groans, like a mantra. Brows furrowing as he squeezes his swollen cock harder into your plushy walls. And if it was any other time then Toji mightâve almost been embarrassed at the way his sentence cracks ever-so-slightly at the end. Choking out, âOne more- gimme j-jusâ one more.â
âBut-â Big, fat tears roll down your burning cheeks as large fingers dip down to toy your sensitive clit between them - no rhythm or rhyme, just to get you off. âYou said the p-previous one would ngh- b-be the last.â
Ah, you were so cute blabbering out little pleas. And the only response you get is a devilish smirk, Tojiâs darkened, hooded eyes boring into yours as he hums, âDid I? I donât remember.â
He did remember. Very well, in fact as he pushed you to your nth orgasm tonight. And it took everything in him to hold off his high as he fucked you through yours, whispering out hollow promises about it being the âlast timeâ and just âone moreâ.Â
âSâokay-â Toji nips playfully at your wobbling lips. Salty with the taste of your overstimulated tears. âOne more- you can mmpf- cum fâme once more, right?âÂ
And Tojiâs barely-there sense of rationality in him knows he should slow down. Ease up his bruising grp on your hips. Have at least some shred of concern as he fucks your quivering cunt rougher, like his personal sex toy more than anything.Â
Yet, no, right now he couldnât even think straight. Too focused on how your moans were so sweet. Lips so pretty screaming out his name. Snug cunt too fucking heavenly when you cum all over his cock, squeezing him like your slutty lilâ pussy was trying to milk the fucking soul out of him. So hard and addicted that Toji was hooked.Â
You mewl a delirious little, âH-hooked?â Batting your hazy eyes up at the monster above you, who seemed well and fully intent on making you cum until you couldnât anymore. âY-youâre hooked?â
Whoops, did he say that out loud? Seems you werenât the only one that was completely and utterly wrecked here.Â
âShhh,â Toji drops his head once more to kiss away your adorable pout - the one that only makes his balls squeeze so painfully. âJust focus on how ngh- fuckinâ food ya feel, pretty.â Fingers erratic on your throbbing clit, just soaked in your sweet juices. Moving deftly to spell out a messy T-O-J-I. Over and over and- âAfter all, this hah- pussy now belongs to me now, right?â
And itâs all you can do to give a delirious little nod, words slurring together as you hiss a low, âY-yours- Sâall for- ngh- you-â Hips bucking wildly underneath his strong figure. âClose- mâgonna cum, Toji-â
The only response you get is a guttural groan of what sounded like your name - followed shortly by a string of profanities as Toji speeds up his abuse on your cunt. One hand reaching out to grip onto the headboard, so hard that if you were in any better state of mind the two of you would have registered the sharp snap!Â
The other almost-feverish on your poor clit - like it hurt to not have you cumming all over his cock now. Spelling his name over and over and-
âOh Iâll let ya cum-â Hips stuttering and so so sloppy now. Sounding like his sanity was dancing away every time his hips slapped bruisingly against yours. âGonna make you c-cum so ha- hard youâll forget everything else-â
Youâre letting out strangled little gasps in response, hips torn between running away and fucking down for more more more-
âFuck- hope youâre on the pill, doll.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Painted white
âWhoops.â
Nanami well and fully thinks that itâs your fault he feels less of a man than some monster right now. He acts like it, too, holding back a sultry little smile as he fucks you deeper and deeper into the mattress.Â
Close - too close.Â
Close enough that heâs immediately pulling out of your snug cunt. So fucking difficult with the way youâre sucking him up so good - but oh was it worth it watching the way your swollen lips drop into a soft oh! Glassy eyes snapping down to catch the way he fucks his fist once, twice. Before spilling all over your swollen folds, painting you such an obscene white over and over and-
âNow now,â you can only keen in response as your husband hums lowly. Fist sliding languidly up and down his angry, red cock. âGuess we hafta hah- do it all over again, my love.âÂ
Yeah, definitely worth it with the way he had you all breathless and needy, your slutty lilâ pussy just begging to go over the edge - only to tease you at the very last second. God, itâs been like this for so long now.Â
âSo mean,â you give Nanami a little pout - one that has his still-painfully hard cock twitching so sensitively in his hand. Big, fat tears welling up in your eyes as you continue, âYouâre being so ngh- mean, Ken.â
Oh, damn that little nickname - the exact same one youâd scream when youâre close. Damn the way you cock your head just right, batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently up at him.
Damn the way he snakes his hand down to the sinful little pool of cum spreading all over your lower stomach. Letting it trickle onto his fingertips - immediately shoving them between your lips to shut up those pretty lilâ moans.Â
âMean?â he manages to chuckle. Tips of his fingers pressing right at the back of your tongue. Slapping his swollen cock on your stomach, âIs this what you ah- wanted? Are ya happy now, my love?âÂ
The sight of you all teary and gagging around his fingers was almost as addictive as the sight of you covered in his cum. Almost.Â
He sweeps his eyes all over where you were splayed out so prettily for him. Your glossy lips, the streaks of cum on your stomach, your chin, everywhere and anywhere - except where you wanted the most.Â
It had started with an accident, really, when heâd pulled out a bit too early tonight. And fuck if Nanami didnât think that sight of you all dripping and covereed with him was like the gates of heaven spread wide open all for him. A new, dangerous addiction.Â
Which is why heâs pushing his fingers deeper, whispering out a ragged little, âShit, youâre so messy.â Purposefully dragging his thumb across your lower lip to smear the mess everywhere. Your lips, your chin, inside. âSo filthy.â He canât even think about bringing himself to be disgusted. Dipping down the valleys of your chest, down, down down, to where his achingly hard tip was just kissing your quivering entrance now, âSo perfect.âÂ
And without warning, Nanamiâs splitting you apart on his massive cock once more. Jaw falling slack ever-so-slightly at the way youâre taking him up so readily - inch by fucking inch like it hurt to be apart.
âF-fuck,â you moan, the words broken as he starts moving inside - back to picking up that unforgiving pace from earlier, like he never stopped. âHngh- sâtoo good- too full, Kento-â
âAwww, what happened to âKenâ?â Nanami cuts you off uncharacteristically. Hips slowing down to lazy, mindless little movements that have you gasping in protests. âWas gonna cum on your pretty face this time hah- s-seems you donât want it, hm?â Â
And ah, let it be known that Nanami Kento would burn down the world for his wife.Â
But what fun it was to tease you - to have your mouth dropping in disbelief, eyes widening in your delirious state. Babbling out a broken, âNo no no, Ken- hngh- wanâ you to cum inside.â Back arching off the bed, grappling pathetically for more more more- âTo paint me white inside- Please?â
Oh, did you know how to push his buttons just right. Because how could Nanami deny you begging so prettily like that?
Because the sentence is barely out of your mouth before neat nails are digging into your hips as Nanami pulls your hips closer, milking his cock on your snug cunt - so hard he knew it would leave marks. His heavy balls on your ass, your ankles on his shoulders, nails dragging down his bulging biceps as you moan his name.Â
Whispering, breath hot against your ear, âYouâre right.â Voice so strained and dark that you almost donât recognize it as your husbands. âSo, so right.â
Nanamiâs index finger coming down to draw an invisible line right where he could feel his cock making a mess of you inside.Â
âAh! Ken, W-what-â
âYouâre so right.â heâs breathing against your mouth, like a little prayer. Tasting the sweet candy of your lips and himself and you- âThe next spot-â Pressing his finger down right on that spot, hard. Like he wanted to feel himself more than anything. âWill be here.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Pretty when you cry
âS-Sugu, are you okay?â youâre looking over your shoulder to ask.Â
Nothing. Absolutely nothing - except for Getoâs heavy breathing, and the lewd little squelches from down below, his swollen cock just barely sinking into your heavenly cunt. And you know it doesnât bode well.
Youâd be almost worried if it wasnât for the way his eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown and just locked on that single, stray tear rolling down your cheek. Such a dark little glint in his gaze that had you wondering whether you should be concerned for him or yourself.Â
Yet you manage to choke out a little, âSuguru?â
Ah that snaps him out of his little reverie, suddenly too-aware of your plushy walls sucking the soul out of his hot, angry head.Â
With work, itâs been a while since Geto got to fuck your snug cunt - and you needed to breathe, maybe spread your legs more. Relax, because it was so fucking tight and Geto wasnât even halfway. The stretch way too sinful. Too much. Your lips wobbling at how massive his cock was, and oh- was that another tear going down your pretty face?
You donât even get to confirm because several things happen at once - immediately, heâs pushing his aching dick in one, harsh thrust. Head dipping down to pool the tears streaming on his hot tongue, groaning at the taste.
âO-oh.â you manage to grit out, feeling like Geto was pushing into your fucking lungs. âSâtoo big. Sugu, ah!â
âShhhh, gorgeous.â heâs dragging his lips down your neck, fingers dancing down your body to roll your ravaged clit between them. âSâalrigh- ngh-â And you didnât know whether he was reassuring himself more than you. âYou got it. Y-youâll take it- you always do, right?â
And he was right - but youâd forgotten how unforgiving Getoâs cock was. How unforgiving he was as he pries away your fingers gripping onto the headrest - trying pathetically to pull away from the pressure down below.Â
Hah, he thinks, intertwining them so mockingly with his own, as if heâd let such a pretty lilâ thing like you escape.Â
Romantic - the way this was supposed to be.Â
Yet, now, Geto was fucking you like anything but.Â
âYouâre not trying to- fuck- run away,â heâs purring in your ear, rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit once. Twice. As if trying to will the answer out of you, âRight?â Not even waiting for your answer before reeling his hips back, all the way till his fat tip was just kissing your sloppy entrance. âAfter we hngh- havenât done this in so-â Slamming his hips down. Harsh. â-long?â
And shit- he was acting like it, too. So depraved and filthy the way he was drinking up your cute lilâ moans, tasting your tears on his lips while he couldnât decide between bruising your poor cervix and hitting that one spot. âT-too fuckinâ long, gorgeous.â
The only answer he gets is your sweet, simpering whine of âSugu- Sugu Sugu- oh my god.â Back bowing off the bed because itâs gotten so much. âC-can feel you so deep inside.â
Really, how could Geto even think about stopping himself from kissing down your arched back? Looping two strong arms around your waist to pull you impossibly deeper down his cock.Â
âAh! Oh my god- Suguru!â you keen as he falls back on his knees with you in tow, your back against his muscled front. Spreading your legs to fuck up so mindlessly into you. Jagged, long thrusts, bouncing you like a toy on his aching cock. Rough. âSo much- so- ngh-â
Ah, your pretty little cries are just music to his ears. Fuck, he forgot how pretty you looked when you were all breathless and crying on his cock.
âSuch a cute lilâ actress.â he coos, voice going up each time his heavy balls smack your ass. Fingers drawing such tight little circles on your throbbing clit. âLove these hah- pretty tears.â
âS-So mean, Sugu-â youâre choking as his thrusts get purposeful - calculated. Hitting that one magical spot heâll never forget no matter what. Over and over and over while all you can do is cry out teary moans of his name.
Thigh quivering at the sheer stimulation, âYeah- yeah, jusâ like that.â And oh Geto wishes he could taste down there, too. But instead settles for doing that later - getting those sweet, overstimulated tears out of you. âMy gorgeous girl, cryinâ on my cock. Ngh- gonna cum fâme?â Pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your forehead - the complete opposite of his hips. âGonna c-cry while youâre mm- cumming all over my cock?â
And as if he really really wanted to see it - Getoâs only getting sloppier.Â
So embarrassing with the way he was whispering out sweet little degradations in your ear, guiding you closer and closer.Â
So embarrassing with the way he eagerly watched all your minute reactions.
So embarrassing with how you cum exactly the way he wanted you to - teary and breathless. A quick scream of Getoâs name before youâre seeing stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears.Â
Cunt clamping down so deliciously on his cock. So dizzying that you barely even register the hot tongue lapping at the fresh wave of tears.
âAh, as perfect as I hah- imagined.â Geto grits out, sounding every bit absolutely wrecked. âNow I jusâ n-need to know if youâll cry as much when mâfilling you up.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âJust the tip.â
âHngh- f-fuck, baby.â he whines into your open mouth, strong hands pulling your trembling hips impossibly closer to his. âJ-jusâ a bit deeper- only a bit deeper, I promise.â
Ah, if only you werenât split apart so deliriously on Chosoâs cock you mightâve been able to actually form a coherent sentence to- what? Snap at him? Beg him for more?
You donât even know at this point, because itâs been like this for so long now, and Choso promised it would be just his weeping tip. He promised it would be quick and he just âwanted to feel his girlâs pretty pussy.â Over and over again as he pushed your legs all the way until they were pressed against your tits, heels pressing into the mattress as he slides his massive cock even deeper-
âCho!â you yelp, feeling the thump! thump! thump! of those prominent veins down the side rub against all the right spots. âYou said-â
âI know I know, mâsorry.â he gasps. Brows scrunching as he nevertheless bullies his cock deeper inside your gummy walls. Chosoâs cock too big, the stretch too sinful. Dropping his head to kiss your bruised lips, âMâsorry, jusâ a bit more. Jusâ a bit- hah- a bit deeper-â
And oh, he shouldnât have done that.Â
Shouldnât have let himself that last bit of freedom, because he sinks only a bit more into your heavenly cunt - so dripping wet and milking the soul out of him - that Choso canât help but think he wants more.Â
âBabyâŠâ Choso purrs hotly against your ear, hips thrusting in slow, shallow little grinds - and you already know too well what heâs about to beg for.
âCho.â you groan, warningly. âYou said j-jusâ the ngh- tip.â
âAwww.â he groans. So fucking pretty with his long hair undone, some strands sticking to his flushed skin. Eyes hazy and miles away as he looks at you through those long, dark lashes. âJusâ a bit ngh- more? Promise Iâll pull out.â As if to support his case, one hand gently tilts your head up to press chaste pecks at the corner of your lips. The other starting to toy with your ravaged clit, âPlease?â
And how could you say no to that?Â
Especially not when Choso digs his knees deeper into the sheets, rock-hard cock dragging so agonizingly against your walls as he reels his hips back, back, back-
Splitting you apart all in one, harsh thrust.Â
Itâs all you can do to whine out a pathetic, âO-oh fuck- fuck! Sâtoo deep.â The stretch too sinful, his cock too massive. Tears springing to your eyes as he immediately starts fucking you in quick, ragged movements - not even easing you into it like he usually would.Â
âMâsorry, baby.â Choso sounds so fucking wrecked, voice as rough as his hips now. âMâsorry mâsorry. Promise I wonât cum inside. Jusâ a bit more- some- some more-â
And for all the remaining sanity you had left, you didnât know how promises of âjust the tipâ turned into empty wishes that neither of you had the patience - nor the sanity - to fulfill right now.Â
âPlease.â you arch your hips off the bed - and nothing more has to be said, because Choso reads that lust-drunk little plea in your eyes. âCh-Cho-â
âA bit more.â he lets out a humorless little laugh. Reaching above to lace his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down, down, down impossibly deeper onto his painfully hard cock in a pathetic little cadence to match his. âJusâ a bit- more.â
It was driving him insane.Â
And for all his apologies, Choso isnât one bit shy when rocking his hips harder into yours. So bruising with the way he leaves marks on your waist, your tits, probably even your poor cervix. Whispering out mindless little promises of pulling out and nonsense about going âjusâ a bit deeperâ.
âF-fuck, wanâ you to cum, baby.â The bed is creaking in protest as Choso picks up the pace so sloppily. Hips stuttering and uneven with how fucking good it felt - but hitting the right spots every time. His hands snaking down to roll your sensitive clit between his fingers again. âCum fâme. Please?â
And it seems that Choso had a penchant for getting what he wanted.Â
Because no sooner do the words leave his rosy lips, youâre seeing stars behind your eyes. Blood roaring in your ears, mixing with Chosoâs broken little praises as he fucks you through peak after peak of your high.Â
Over and over and-
âSorry-â your eyes snap open at that familiar little phrase falling from his lips. One that you knew didnât bode well for you or your poor cunt. âSorry sorry sorry-â Thrusting, once. Harsh. Twitching so wildly inside you that just one more squeeze and heâd be- âC-can I ngh- cum inside, baby?âÂ
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - A lilâ show
It only takes that first, broken little moan escaping your swollen lips and you already know you wonât make it out intact - nor will Sukunaâs sanity, apparently.Â
Because no sooner has that sinful noise left you, Sukunaâs eyes glaze over, jaw dropping so uncharacteristically into a soft oh! Aching dick twitching wildly inside you, hips stuttering against yours as he breathes out, âWhat was that?â
He doesnât have the patience to wait for your response - instead, squeezing his swollen cock deeper, fucking all the air - and the words - out of you.Â
Which, unfortunately for you, wasnât exactly the reaction he was hoping for.Â
âAww, câmon.â the words are groaned into the crook of your neck, sending jolts of electricity all the way down to your dripping cunt. âGive me more ngh- of those-â Large hands tightening on your hips, shifting you around on where you were sat so prettily on Sukunaâs lap. â-pretty moans, brat.â
So thatâs what he wanted.
And this was supposed to be something slow. Something lazy, and languid to get the king of curses off before that droning meeting today with his underlings - to take the edge off so that he probably wonât end up killing them all off.
Something it was not supposed to be was Sukuna spreading your legs so shamefully, splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock. Trying to find the angle thatâs just right to rip those cute lilâ moans out of you.
âCâmonnnn.â he gives short, sloppy little thrusts up into your heavenly cunt. âWhere is-â
Then suddenly youâre wrapping your arms tighter around Sukunaâs neck, âNgh! Oh fuck-â Teeth digging into his muscled shoulder, hard - hard enough that it mightâve drawn blood if this wasnât the king of curses himself.Â
âFound it.â And itâs all thatâs said before heâs reaching down to spread your puffy folds further, eyes flicking between your wobbling lips and the way your tight pussy was sucking him up so good. Watching the way his massive cock was disappearing in and out in and out in and- âWhat? Not gonna hah- scream my name anymore?â
âB-because, Kuna-â you gasp, face burning at the way your thighs tremble with the effort to pathetically to meet his unforgiving pace. âThey- theyâre close.â
Humming in amusement, âWho?â
âThem!â youâre keening - and both of you know youâre talking about those footsteps outside, the thought of Sukunaâs meeting weighing much more on your mind than his. So youâre limply grazing your lips against his, trying to muffle those whimpers falling from your lips. âTheyâre g-gonna ngh- hear?â
âSo?â
You donât know what youâre reeling more from - Sukunaâs response or the way heâs increasing his pace relentlessly. Trying to pull those sweet sweet moans from you, no care or concern for the ever-closing footsteps outside.Â
âI donât care.â he groans, back arching off the sticky seat of his throne to fuck up into your sloppy hole deeper. âYouâre ngh- above them, yâknow.â Bouncing you like such a slut on his cock, âSo what if they h-hear?â
And God you donât know whoâs more fucked-out right now - Sukuna, who was speaking mindless little nonsense into your ear, or you. Whiney and a mess, tugging on his soft locks - a warning.
One that the man himself blatantly ignores, instead having one hand reach down to roll your throbbing clit between his fingers.Â
âHngh- fuck!â
The moan escapes you before you can bite down on Sukunaâs neck, right above his racing pulse to muffle it.Â
âHeh,â shivers run down your spine as Sukunaâs chest rumbles with a laugh. Pulling your lolling head away to crash his lips against yours. Panting into your open mouth, âSneaky. But theyâre only getting closer and-â Rocking his hips harder. Bruising. â-mâonly getting more impatient.â
And then heâs fucking up into you with reckless abandon. Smirk spreading at that little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time he hits that one spot.Â
Youâre sure that if whatever unfortunate soul was outside couldnât hear your delirious moans then they could definitely hear the lewd slap of skin on skin. Fast, so unforgivingly loud. His fingers just a blur on your clit. Just taunting those little moans out of you.
Youâre gasping at the sheer stimulation, âY-youâre so-â
âSo what?â Sukuna spits into your mouth, âDonât start ngh- sentences ya canât finish, brat. Though-â His sharp eyes flicker towards the door, much more aware than whatever hazy mess was left of your senses. âI donâ think youâll be able f-finish any of them soon enough.â
Barely even giving you the chance to register his words, youâre tilting your head in confusion up at him and-
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Oh, shit.Â
âCome in.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Blue blue blue!
Itâs times like this - your blue lingerie almost in tatters, Gojo pushing you into such a tight mating press, filling up your poor pussy over and over - that you wonder when bones will start breaking.
Well, not that your boyfriend would mind either - he wouldnât mind having to use a bit of reverse cursed technique on what was supposed to be a lazy little cockwarming session. Instead, too focused on how your cunt was sucking him up so good. His cum inside you so warm, the stretch so sinful, your lingerie too blue-
âHeh, what? C-canât ngh- speak, sweetheart?â Gojo lets out a humorless little laugh. Fingers deftly hooking under your bra strap to give a sharp little snap! âYouâre the one that a-asked for this, after ngh- all.â
âB-But, Toru-â you gasp, and it only has Gojo ramming his cock into you deeper. Awe-struck at how you were already so bloated with his cum, but still taking him so well. âWasnât on p-purpose-â
âThis wasnât on purpose?â And you know what heâs talking about - that barely-there fabric - the exact shade of his eyes. Only one glance at it had Gojo feeling like something snapped - possibly his restraint, maybe his sanity. Definitely you by the end of this. âThis?âÂ
And you canât even act coy - you donât get the chance to.Â
Because Gojoâs immediately got his hands everywhere. On your swollen breasts, your hips, the hem of your panties that he just barely had the patience to slide aside before stuffing you full.Â
âY-yes?â you ask, deliciously. Cunt clenching so sinfully around his throbbing cock in- fear? Anticipation? As he looked down so starved at you.Â
âF-fuck. Ya shouldnât have done this.â Gojoâs dragging his lips down your neck, soft. The exact opposite of how bruising his hips were of yours. âOh, ya shouldnât have done this-â Lewd curiosity getting the best of him as he dips his hand lower, pressing down just slightly on your lower stomach. âBecause now,â Those blue eyes widening at the way his cum gushes down your legs, down his legs. â-mânot gonna let you go until I fuckinâ ruin these.â
And if you were in any better state of mind you couldâve almost laughed - because Gojo was acting like the soaked, flimsy fabric hanging around your body wasnât already far, far past any salvation.Â
No, he was fucking you like he was going to ruin them all over again. Tightening your legs thrown over his shoulders, folding you in half like some ragdoll as he bends down, down, down-
RIP!
Youâre gasping at the sharp tear of fabric, one that you barely hear over the fucking obscene squelches from below. âT-Toru-â you squeal, ankles locking in warning. âThese ngh- w-were expensive.â
âSo?â And for all the world, Gojo has the audacity to sound so genuinely confused. Whispering a soft oh! as he angles his head just right to catch that sinful little tear in your panties. âWhoopsies.â
But, really, what your unregretful boyfriend was actually focusing on was how fucking illegal it should be for you to look this heavenly - legs shaky and limp, his seed forming a lewd little pool. Marked like you were fucking thrown to wolves, but, no, it was actually Gojo Satoru and he couldnât fucking get enough-
âFive.â
The word comes out abruptly, strangled like Gojo himself was as bewildered as you as he suddenly blurts it out.Â
And at your - fucking adorable - look of confusion, heâs kissing away the pout at your lips, murmuring hoarsely, âMâgonna buy you five more of these.â
Thatâs all thatâs said before heâs only rocking his hips harder, feeling more of a fucking monster than he did when he was on the battle field. Wondering whether heâd have to buy a new fucking bed too with the way it was creaking under the pure power.Â
And, well, it made some tiny, sadistic little part of Gojo delight to see the effect it had on you. Sweet moans of his name leaving your lips each time he draws rapid circles on your pretty clit. Hips fucking back down to meet his, so sloppy and needy - exactly the way he wanted you.Â
âSh-shit, Toru-â youâre bucking wildly underneath him, âMâclose- so fucking close.â
He knew - of course he did. If the way your gummy walls were trying to suck the fucking soul out of him was anything to go by. Clit pulsing in a maddening little thump! thump! thump! that set Gojoâs animalistic rhythm.Â
âCum fâme.â he pants against your open mouth. Fingers hurrying on your clit because he wanted - needed - this so badly. âCum fâme cum fâme, wanâ feel you squeezing my cock, sweetheart.â Needed to see if your tight pussy could take one more - to see if sheâd overflow onto your poor panties again. âCum fâme.â
âNgh- fuck- Toru!â
And then you are - you feel it before you realize it.Â
Just that white-hot electricity flowing through your veins, and your nails digging into Gojoâs milky skin. Leaving such angry red marks as you chase your high over and over and-
And Gojo wasnât any better. Just barely having the sense to pull out as his balls squeezed so painfully and heâs painting your quivering pussy white. Thick rope after rope that the smug bastard purposefully smears all over your panties.Â
So fucking filthy.
âTen.â heâs groaning, and you already know what he means. âMâgonna have to buy you ten more after this.â
A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.
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tears [rafe cameron]
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pairing - rafe cameron x reader
summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeksânothing was more important than her. and heâd fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.
warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe
rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his fatherâs officeâwhich was now hisâpacing the room.
âhey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.â he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.
âsomebody always fuckinâ needs something.â his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. âgoddamn. probably fuckinâ sarah and her stupidââ
his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. ârafe..â she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.
âhey, hey, baby.â he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. âwhatâs wrong, câmere.â
his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.
he whispers shhâs, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.
âhey, baby, what happened? talk to me.â he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
âi-i-â she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.
âhey, hey, no. donât do that. câmon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.â
she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafeâs, slowly calming down.
âthere ya go. attaâ girl. good job. breathe.â he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.
ânow, gonna tell me whatâs got your pretty little head so worried, hm?â he coos, his head tilting slightly. âwhatâs bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?â he jokes with a grin. but to be honestâhe probably wasnât joking.
she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. âmy uterus.â she whines. âiâm on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.â she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. âand iâm hungry. and you werenât answering, i know youâre busy. but i just really needed to see you, iâm sorryââ
âhey, hey, itâs okay.â he nods softly. âiâm here, itâs alright. iâm not busy, doesnât matter.â he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. âwhat do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.â he whispers sweetly. âi can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?â
he was willing to do anything, he didnât care. when his baby cried, heâd move mountains to make her feel better. heâd go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.
she nods against his chest, looking up at him. âyeah.. the heating pad. andâand can you make me a grilled cheese? you make emâ so good.â she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.
he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. âyeah, baby, of course. i donât know if theyâre that good. everytime i make them, youâre usually drunk and itâs three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.â he jokes.
she shoves his chest playfully. âi donât care, you canât fuck up a grilled cheese. please?â
he grins. âyeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?â he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.
she shakes her head. âjust you.â
he smiles. âokay.â he kisses her forehead. âiâll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.â he stands, making sure sheâs laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.
he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. âput on whatever you want. iâll be back, promise.â
he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. âhey, gotta go. somethinâ came up. iâll give you a call later.â he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.
nothing came before his girl.
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Sugar on the Rim vol. II
bruce wayne x afab!reader
aka the billionaires new friend
part one
warnings: heavily implied that reader is a virgin, age gap (bruce is older than reader), smut, oral fem!receiving, nervous but enthusiastically consenting reader
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Youâd tried to calm your nerves but they couldnât be helped.
Youâre anxious about everything, all of it. What he wants you to do, what heâs expecting you do, whether itâll hurt, whether youâre ready.
You think you trust Bruce, but you also know that these things are different for men and women. You donât necessarily expect that heâll have a mind for what youâll need, but honestly, neither do you. You donât know what to do to make this easier for yourselfâyou donât know what to do at all.Â
You bought the lingerie, youâve got it on under your clothes and it feels like a costume. You canât tell if that aids or worsens the anxiety.Â
Youâre fidgeting with the hem of your skirt and you wish you could quit it, youâre radiating enough nervous energy as it is, you donât need to be sending him visual cues on top of it.Â
Bruce holds your free hand in his as he guides you through the manor, you think itâs a different section than youâve seen before. His hand engulfs yours unfairly as he leads, but the touch of his skin is so warm and inviting that you canât tell if your hand is still shaking under it. If it is, he pretends not to notice.
He guides you up the stairs and into a corridor and then another before you arrive at a set of double doors. Youâve never seen double doors on the inside of a house before.
He lets you in ahead of him, and you have a distinct thought that youâre glad he canât see the look of awe on your face as you walk in. His bedroom has an entire living room inside of it, and altogether itâs bigger than your whole apartment. A maroon couch and matching chairs surround a grand fireplace at the front of the room and the resulting glow from the active embers has the area shrouded in a warm light ahead of the shadows filling the rest.
You glance past the seating at his bed; large and proud. Itâs definitely bigger than a king sized, with an overhead canopy and streams of dark burgundy curtains draping down from the corners. Thereâs another set of closed double doors past the bed, you imagine leading to the bathroom.
The end of the room displays a large window seat that looks like itâs never been used, and vast tinted windows. You look up to find the ceiling higher than youâve ever seen in a bedroom with a very expensive chandelier hanging over it all.
He takes your arm, steering you out of your wonderment and leads you towards the couch rather than the bed, gesturing for you to sit down with him. You do, quietly glad when he positions himself so that youâre close to each other but not pressed right up against you. Heâs able to relax his body more than youâre able to fake it on yourself, and you think your thoughts must be vibrating out of you by now.   Â
One hand comes to rest on your thigh as his other nudges your cheek towards him. âHey, nothingâs happening right now. No need to be nervous.â
You nod blankly, but your thoughts are running wild with everything that you very much are nervous about.
He takes your hand in his, rubbing circles with his thumb.Â
âYouâve got to relax,â he coos, âRemember what I said?â
You take a breath, âYouâre not going to throw me in the deep end.â
âExactly,â he murmurs, kissing your forehead. âJust wanna make you feel good, right?â
You nod, easing your posture.
He looks you in the eye, âYou gonna let me?â
You hum, nodding again.
âGood girl,â he purrs, pulling away.
You quickly find that the distance is not at all what you want, and you decide to push forwardâas forward as you canâsitting up again to peel your jacket off. He watches you move with a look in his eyes, you take it for intrigue but it may just as well be something akin to pride. Pride in you? Heâs openly flirted, kissed you, and straight up propositioned you for sexâbut sure, heâs proud of you for taking your jacket off.
Your nerves transition into insecurity before you can catch them, and youâre starting to feel a little stupid, like a child playing pretend.
You watch tentatively as he tilts his head at you, running his own assessments of your actions.Â
âWill you come sit on my lap?â he asks you after a moment.Â
You suddenly become acutely aware of the amount of air in your lungs. This feels like a big request and youâre not even sure how to take his meaning. Does he want you to sit sideways? Your back to his front? Or fully straddle him?Â
He wants whatever you want, heâd said. What do you want?
You glance down at his thighs, covered by fabric more expensive than you can imagine. Positive confirmation rings through your head immediately, willing you to push yourself forward a little more.Â
You reposition yourself over him, straddling his lap in spite of your nerves.
Again, he looks pleased. Happy even. One of his hands comes to stroke soothing patterns across your lower back, the other resting on your waist.Â
He makes sure to catch your gaze, âYouâll tell me if you want to stop.âÂ
He follows when your eyes stray, âYes?â
âYes.â
He places a tender kiss on your cheekbone, âHow did shopping go?â
âUm, good. It was good. One of the sales girls helped me,â your breath is shaky as he kisses your jawline.
âYeah? Tell me about it.â
âI, uh, I just went to this little boutique up on third street,â he places another kiss on the column of your throat as you talk. âUm, it took longer than I thought it would. There were so many choices.â
His hands come up to soothe over your ribs, pulling you a little closer as they do. He hums for you to keep talking, his kisses continuing to lower until theyâre down to your collarbone, though they remain relatively chaste.
âIâI didnât really know what to look for,â you admit, breath shaky as you exhale.Â
âBut you like it?â
âYeah, IâI do.â
He hums, smiling against your skin. His fingers inch under the seam of your shirt, caressing your waist. âCan I take this off?â
You nod timidly, trying not to seem so on edge with anticipation. Youâre not confident that he canât see right through you. Â
He presses another chaste kiss to your neck upon receival of the permission, and your shirt begins to come off slowly, his hands skimming every new bit of skin revealed. As he pulls it over your head, he glances down at the baby pink bralette youâd picked out for yourself.
He groans quietly as he takes in the sight, âOh, pretty girl. Beautiful girl,â He noses at your chest, leaving little kisses where his lips make contact with your skin, âLook at you. Prettiest thing Iâve ever seen.â
Your stomach flutters as his hair tickles your cheek. His hands roam up your sides, stopping to stroke placid circles along the sides of your breasts.
His touch makes its way around your back, expertly undoing your bra clasp without a second thought. Your bra hangs forward a bit off your shoulders, but he leaves the work of entirely removing it to you. And you do, with more confidence than youâd imagined yourself mustering.
He immediately shows his appreciation, kissing and caressing your chest with lover-like admiration. Your head falls back involuntarily as he noses at your soft skin.
Heâs breathing heavy when he pulls back, humming low and deep before lifting you up off his lap to stand. The sudden shift has you a bit thrown off, working to catch up as he kneels down in front of you and repeats his earlier process with your skirtâkissing your thighs and tugging the fabric down bit by bit.
When itâs discarded on the floor you stand only left in your underwear, the lace practically illuminated against your skin.
He looks up at you from his place on the floor and smiles as he takes in the sight of your body. His hands find your hips as he asks you, âHas anyone ever seen you like this before?â
You hesitate for half a second before answering truthfully.
His smile grows, âNo, youâre a good girl, arenât you?âÂ
He doesnât wait for an answer before heâs nodding, âYeah, I know.â
As he rises to stand he scoops you up by the back of your thighs and lifts you in the air with no discernable effort. Now at face level with him, you get a bit bolder and lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back, pleased, beginning to walk the two of you over towards the bed.
He sets you down gently atop the soft mattress, kisses pushing you backwards to lie back on the bed. He scoops your wrists up and leisurely moves your arms up above your head. His grip is benign as he releases one hand in favor of holding your jaw. Your kiss is deep and controlled on his part, but in a way that makes you feel light in the head. You like the cloudy-sensation very much.
After a while, he pulls back to look at you with clouded eyes.Â
He practically purrs, âYouâre such a kind girl. So sweet to everyone, all the time. Will you let me be sweet to you?â
Your breath is shaky as you nod, attempts at hiding your anticipation failing.
He nods back at you with a faux-sympathy across his face. âLet me hear you say it.â
You force air into your lungs, giving you the willpower to speak the words. âWill you touch me? Please?â
The corners of his lips turn up, âOf course, sweet girl.â
He nips at your jaw as his hands travel down, petting the inside of your thighs with a touch so feather light it almost tickles.
Your knee jerks inward towards his hand, your body desperately seeking out more of this new sensation. He obliges, tracing his touch back up, up, up until his hand dips under the lace trim of your panties, skimming over your clit. Your hips flinch back away from him momentarily in surprise, only to press back forward a second later.
He actually laughs at the action, like itâs endearing. You feel a little silly for it, but youâre not given much time to dwell as he persists, brushing against you with a bit more pressure.
He tilts his head, watching your expression carefully with a remarkably pleased look on his own face. âHowâs that, sweet girl?â
You nod, beside yourself. âFeels good,â you whimper. âFeels really good..â
You donât necessarily mean to, but your hips grind up against his touch, your body too mesmerized with the sensation to remember to be embarrassed.
Heâs certainly not complaining about it though, his quiet coos encouraging you to chase the feeling.Â
He lets you grind up against his hand, taking in the needy look on your face with contentment.
âPoor girl,â he tuts. âJust need somebody to take care of you, huh?â
That makes your cheeks burn, but your attention finds itself more concerned with the urge to squeeze your thighs together.
You whine when he pulls his hand back out of your underwear, only for him to stand resolute in his actions.Â
âNot yet, sweet thing,â he hums, pressing you back down to the bed with a light but firm touch when you try to sit up.Â
He hushes you gently, murmuring for you to be patient as he shifts his position over you.Â
He starts to move down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. The sensation of his lips tracing down your stomach has you feeling butterflies.
By the time he reaches your waistline youâre borderline dizzy from the anticipation, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache.
He pauses there for a moment, torturously, and noses at the seam of your panties. A whine from you has him chuckling and finally moving to where you need him.
He kisses your clit over your underwear and youâre fighting thoughts of embarrassment over how sure you are he can taste how wet you are over the fabric.
It doesnât seem to be enough for him though, as he tugs your panties down slowly, kissing your thighs as he goes.
Bruceâs hands hold onto your waist as he eats you out, holding you in place with an easy grip.Â
You squirm against the feel of his tongue and you canât quite figure out what to do with your hands. You almost wish heâd made you keep them above your head but really youâre not sure youâd be able to keep it together if he had. Youâre not sure youâre keeping it together now.
He groans against your pussy, and one of your hands flies to grip his hair without permission from your brain. If youâre being honest with yourself though, your brain isnât really the one calling the shots anymore.
You gasp when he licks a bold stripe, âBruceââ
He groans again, briefly breaking away from you. âOh, say that again.â
You sigh out, âBruce, please.âÂ
He makes a pleased hum. âGood girl,â he murmurs before diving back in.Â
He complies with your pleas generously, giving you more. Heâs gradual but resolute as he inserts two fingers into you, giving you the time to adjust. But heâd evidently done a very thorough job prepping you for it, youâre so wet that the initial entry doesnât sting like youâd expected. No, rather the first thing you register is closer to pleasure. A lot closer.
He begins to pump in and out of you at he continues to suck at your clit, and somewhere during you have a distinct thought of âoh this is it.â
You let out a little gasp and for once, you break out of your own head and just relish in the way his fingers curl inside you.
The way your thighs squeeze around him as you come, doesnât hinder him one bit, only has him applying his ministrations with more intent. It doesnât take long for the trembling of your body to give way to full on shaking, your body stuttering beneath him.
He continues working at you the entire way through your orgasm, until youâre flinching from overstimulation.Â
He gives you one more lick before looking up at you with hooded eyes. âYâtaste sweet too, you know that?â
You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks as he starts to move back up to face-level, kissing the high point of your cheekbone. Â
He pulls down on your bottom lip, your slick wet against your mouth.
You open without question, a clouding urge to please him the only thing running through your mind.Â
He grumbles a low, pleased sound as you do, moving his hand only to provide room for him to kiss you again.
He sits back up over you and starts unbuttoning his shirt and you realize only now that heâs still fully dressed.Â
He glances down to his belt as he undoes the buttons.Â
âWill you help me out, sweet girl?â
You blink a couple times before registering the request, still overwhelmed by how quickly and skillfully heâd made you come.Â
You struggle a bit to push yourself up into a sitting position, but he supports you by your waist, nipping along your jaw as encouragement.
Your hands shake as you undo the clasp, and while youâre still very much eager, if not moreso, youâre suddenly confronted with the very real possibility that youâre about to have your limits pushed. He ate you out and did a damn good job, stands to reason that heâd want you to return the favor.
So it takes you by surprise when heâs nudging you back against the pillows, removing his pants himself.
He keeps you occupied with an intense kiss as he does, and the distraction so smooth itâs almost like itâs rehearsed.Â
You follow his lead easily, though surprised by his lack of desire to get his fill too.
He drapes himself over you nicely, his size easily dwarfing you out. Heâs quick to block your chin from tilting down, gently bringing your face back up to meet his.Â
He shakes his head lightly, murmuring, âDonât worry about that. I got you.â
You are worried about it, but you trust Bruce, you know you do now.
You feel the weight of his cock against your stomach, at this exact moment, feeling like not much more than a daunting task.
âSâalright, sweet girl,â he lulls, brushing your hair back. âOkay?â
As heavy as the simple question is, you donât need to think about it before youâre nodding and moving your hand to hold onto his bicep.
He peppers kisses all over your face as he starts to push in, effectively starting to distract you from the pain of the stretch. He hushes your whines soothingly and kneads at your waist with confident hands.
Your arms lock around his shoulders on instinct, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to convince yourself heâs almost all the way in, but you know youâve got aways to go.
He pauses halfway, imploring you to open your eyes so he can check up on you properly.
âTalk to me, sweetheart,â he softly urges.
You will yourself to blink up at him and try to take on the challenge of both him and his gaze. Surely, an impossible task.
But you manage shaky eye contact that occasionally gives way to glancing down at his lips.Â
It doesnât feel good yet, but it only makes you more eager to keep going.
âIâm okay,â you nod, taking a breath. âYou can keep going.â
He waits to find that reassurance in your eyes before he continues to push in, bestowing you a deep kiss in reward for your bravery.
Once heâs nearly bottomed out he waits a moment, then begins to rock in and out slowly, letting you get used to a starter of the sensation.
He brushes your hair back, weaving through the strands. âThere we go,â he coos as you look down between you. âDoing so good.â
Your gasp is louder than they had been before, and closer to a sigh now.Â
Heâs fucking you gently, with a decorum that exceeds what youâd earlier told yourself you were stupid for hoping for.
It doesnât take long at all for his movement to start to feel really good and your grip around his shoulders comes around to a different kind of intensity.
He noses against your jaw, applying kisses whenever convenient. ââS that feel good, sweet girl? Hm?â
He hits a particularly deep spot in you immediately after and it makes you borderline squeak. He huffs out a laugh thatâs nothing short of affectionate.Â
âYeah?â
He then attacks that spot with extra intention, hitting it absolutely expertly every time. He speeds up a little, lips latched onto your neck as he fucks you nice and deep.
He drops a hand down between you and starts rubbing circles onto your clit with a pace that makes you want to scream.
You canât help the moan you release when he teeths at your neck, clearly aiming to drive you crazy. But damn if he isnât going about it the right way.
His circles pick up pace and you can be sure youâre leaving nail marks on his back. He seems to only get more encouraged by your sounds, working you closer and closer to the edge with every whimper.
He finally lets you over after a minute of shamelessly relishing in your moans, himself following close after.
He continues moving in and out of you until youâve both completely finished, slowly coming to a stop.Â
You get a moment to catch your breath before he pulls out delicately. You donât even realize heâs moved before heâs got his boxers back on and is halfway to the bathroom.
Youâre a little alarmed by the sudden shift in proximity, though you guess thatâs the playboy experience, isnât it? After a second you hear water running and assume heâs taking a shower.
You push yourself to sit up fully, minding your achy thighs, and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You glance at the foot of the bed where your underwear lies, then back over by the couch where the rest of your clothes lay discarded. You briefly contemplate how quickly you can get your clothes back on when the bathroom doors open again.
You glance up at Bruce, dazed, who looks surprised himself to see you sitting up. As he makes his way back to the bed you notice the supplies he has in tow and your brain begins to slowly start turning its gears again.
You donât realize the glass of water in his hand is for you until heâs pushed it into your palm.Â
His other hand carries a wet wash cloth that you, again, arenât able to register the purpose for until itâs in action.Â
âDrink,â he tells you as he spreads your knees apart gently, wiping away the mess between your legs with a notable amount of compassion for your sensitivity.
You do, gulping a few as he finishes, tossing the rag in a hamper before setting your glass down on the side table.
Your eyes return to the end of the bed and you nearly decide to get up, but heâs still standing so close to you, youâre not sure this is the right time.
You seem caught halfway between decisions now, you know you do. Youâd honestly preferred when you thought heâd just ditched you for a shower because at least then this part wouldnât be so awkward.
He watches you closely as you deliberate and seems to draw a conclusion about your hesitation rather quickly. His brow pinches as he processes, tilting his head at you.Â
âYouâve got to be joking,â he says, bewildered. âRight?â
âIââ you falter, looking to the couch and back to him again. âNo?â
He stares at you for a moment with an expression you canât define.
âLay down.â
You donât have a second to process before heâs climbing back in bed too, pulling you down to lay your head on the pillow.
He pulls the covers over you and splays an arm over your waist, clearly firm in his decision for you to stay.
Your eyes are heavy and his bed is so comfortable, itâs difficult for you to even consider either of you wanting you to leave now.
Maybe youâll just sleep for a little while, get some of your energy back.Â
The way he traces soft patterns across your stomach certainly encourages the idea and doesnât give you much power to resist.
You let your eyes flutter shut to the feather-light touch and listen to the steady deepness of his breaths.
Well, this isnât so bad either.
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Imagine this
I've been reading some of this good fics about Yandere Batfam x neglected Reader and it got me thinking.
In some of this fic, usually it's Alfred that has given the reader some love and have not neglected the poor thing and I was like,
What if Reader is still neglected by the batfam but Alfred gave them enough love so much that reader just decided to stay just for Alfred and Reader really just treated Alfred as their real Father or Grandfather.
Where Reader just let go of any expectation from getting attention from the others and just strive to make Alfred proud and happy.
How the turns have table
Imagine reader walking pass the others not bothering to greet them as they look for Alfred instead and other stuff.
Dick seeing them practically skipping as they clutch on a medal hanging on their neck.
"Woah hey!-...um whatcha got-". He tries to say but doesn't get any answers because you were busy muttering to yourself 'I got first place! I have to show this to Alfred!' as you giggle while looking down at the medal and sprint away when you see a glimpse of the butler at the distance.
How instead of begging for the others to train you and become a vigilante, you ask Alfred to train you for self-defense (especially the stuff from his spy days).
Jason was the first to arrive at the manor when the team heard about some intruders getting in but halted when he sees you tying up the unconscious thugs on the floor.
"Hey Alfred is this right?". You didn't pay them any mind when some of them pile in as you pay attention to Alfred who was praising you and giving you more good defense tips while you and him pull the unconscious people out.
How you spend healthy family time with Alfred by helping him in cooking and chores that earns you some knowledge of the recipes from his famous dishes.
Tim was trying to grab a coffee when he sees you having a fun time with Alfred as you skillfully prepare for dinner and actually have good laughs with him.
"Okay, then after I fold this I should add some paprika, right?". You ask the butler as he smiles at you while sipping on the tea that you made for him.
"Yes, you're correct once again young miss/master". He said while humming after drinking the tea indicating how good it is.
Tim can practically see you lighting up as you cheered a 'yes!' from Alfred's confirmation.
How you revolved your time and passion to Alfred and actually deciding that only Alfred is the one you should waste your time on.
Damian wonders around the manor when you and him bump into one another.
"And what are YOU doing walking around MY Father's manor?". He asks while glaring at you.
you just sigh and turn while clutching away the art supplies you bought so you can paint in the garden with Alfred.
"Walking away from you that's what I'm doing". you tell him as you turn the other way not even bothering to argue with the boy anymore.
How you do well in your studies and aim to get a good degree/phd and act like a proper man/lady but not because you want to keep up to being a Wayne but to see Alfred's proud face as he watches you stand on the stage as you show him your diploma/degree certificate.
Bruce decided to take a walk from sitting down for too long when he walk pass a framed picture on the hallway near Alfred's room and double takes when he sees you and Alfred standing together with while you were wearing a toga and cap holding not just any graduation certificate but a college one as the both of you look so happy and him seeing Alfred having that loving and well pleased expression something he rarely sees from Alfred after becoming the crusading dark knight.
Looking at the date he couldn't believe that it has been more that a few years since the graduation happened.
All of the family who used to ignore you suddenly took a different turn and started to try and get your attention but they fail to see that you already moved on from them and only cared about the one person that have literally loved you from the beginning.
Bonus:
Imagine Thomas and Martha Wayne was mysteriously revived for a day and met the family but was deeply disappointed to the others and took a special liking to reader because Alfred has said many good things about them and them especially getting many good degrees something that the rest haven't gotten yet or never bothered to get (this is my hot take because my family are hellbent on us cousins to finish school) and you know for a fact that Alfred is really REALLY proud of the kid that he raised preciously
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how would arguments go between simon and MOB? i imagine he would never dare raise his voice at her.
simon does not argue with his wife. if you are in danger or something is wrong, i could see him using a little bit of his lieutenant's voice just to get you to listen to him. to "get behind me" or "i'll take care of this, you go." otherwise, there's no resistance. none at all.
"you know, simon, i..." you stop at the door, swallowing. you rub a hand over your forehead, shaking your head. "i...i-i really don't want to go."
he shuffles in his boots, staring at you carefully. you're all dressed up; you've got a new dress on (that he bought you, eagerly), and you've done your makeup. you clutch your purse with clammy hands, and he narrows his eyes when he sees the tremble in your bottom lip. he clears his throat, taking his jacket off. he removes his boots quietly, scratching the back of his neck as he comes close to you to take your bag and hang it up by the door again.
"okay," simon murmurs. "then we won't go."
he doesn't tell you about the cancellation fee.
"'ello?"
"simon!"
he startles awake this time, holding the phone closer to his ear. the sheer anxiety in your voice cuts his gut sharp.
"wot? wot is it? wot happened?"
"i--i totally...i screwed up, simon--oh, god, i'm so sorry--"
"oi!" simon says firmly. "wot happened?"
"i...i'm at the shop, someone was going to back into me, so i swerved, and--"
"fuck," simon breathes. "are ya olright?"
"the car, it's--"
"not wot i asked," simon interrupts you. "are ya hurt?"
"w-what? i..." you sniffle. "no. i'm okay. just a little sore, i guess..."
simon lets out a deep breath, shaking his head.
"i'm coming," simon says lowly. "you stay there, baby. don't move."
"but, simon, the walk is--"
"i'll see ya in twenty."
"oh, no, no, no, no!" you gasp. the orange tabby's head perks up at the sound of your voice at the door. she's got one of simon's masks in her mouth, and even from this distance and without the lights turned on, you can tell the fabric is shredded to bits. it's all over the floor, scattered across the couch, flecks of lint in her fur.
"oh, god, how could you?!" you panic a little. she must have gotten into some kind of drawer or basket or the laundry, because as you start towards her, she darts away, leading you across the house where you can see shreds of more masks and simon's socks strewn about the house. "oh, no!"
the front door closes heavy. when you come into the living room, simon is there, dropping his gear onto the floor. he looks tired--his shoulders sag, and you can see his eyes half-lidded and barely opening.
"simon, i'm...i'm s-sorry, she--"
you're holding his tattered clothes, but before you can say anything more, he grabs you by the shoulders and hugs you so tight. you nearly lose your breath from how he crushes you to his chest, and you let out a quiet whimper when his knees buckle and he falls to the floor with you, cradling your head to his chest and kissing your forehead through the mask over and over.
you're here. you're real. you're alive.
you drop the shredded fabric and hug him back, closing your eyes as you breathe him in. he tips your head back finally, ripping his mask off and kissing you hard.
he doesn't care when he sees the orange cat take a bite of his thrown mask and run away with it.
he can buy a million masks. but his girls--he pulls back from your kiss to stare down at you, intense. he hasn't slept in days, and he hasn't had a decent meal in weeks, camping on different rooftops just to track a shipment, and when that bullet whizzed past his head, all he could think about was you. the cat-bitten plants. the warm food. the cherry dress. some things cannot be replaced.
some brides cannot be ordered again. they don't make them like you.
you are one of a kind.
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