#i feel so sick all the time and not being able to sleep is making it worse

[iridescent-flowers]

A "Sickly" Feeling

Lucifer x Fem!Reader

⚠️CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⚠️

Tags: sex toys, face sitting, oral, masturbation

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Summary:

You can surely say it was just another typical day at RAD. It just so happens today you were appear to feel a little “sick” and struggled to focus a lot more than usual thanks to the demands of a certain demon of pride.

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Extending some apologies in advance for any errors, im kinda loopy rn so I might edit this again in the future.

ONCE AGAIN, ONLY 18+ YEARS OLD ARE ALLOWED TO READ BEYOND THE CUT. PLEASE DON'T READ FURTHER IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE.

Your eyes look around wearily at all the classmates that you are seated with, including the seven demon brothers who shared every class with you. As a lucky result of sharing the same class schedules with them, you—at least— feel a bit of relief in knowing that the they wouldn't hear you as much if you did or say anything.

Much more so, you were grateful that the professor had yet to enter the class. In fact, everyone took this as an opportunity to be as rowdy as they could be. Papers are being tossed around, some people are drawing, others were sleeping, snacking, or using their DDDs to pass the time.

Vrrrr….

You, on the other hand, were passing time with much thanks to the little “accessory” Lucifer asked you to wear as you made your way into the 4th period. In fact, it graced you with immense disorientation during your classes, break periods, and even, way before you ever arrived on RAD grounds.

He had you test it out first thing after waking up together, giving you both an energetic start in the hours to come. You knew for a fact that Lucifer was bound to play with it somehow, maybe out of boredom while doing some paperwork. You can only assume he’s delighted by the idea of being able to control your body’s reactions with a vibrator he had custom made to hit your pleasure spots just right, from inside you and your clitoris. Simultaneously, the idea of reacting in public, and in front of Lucifer no less, made the heat and embarrassment in you rise.

At the very least, the vibrations were quite mild—probably on it’s lowest setting— allowing you to tolerate the tickling feeling without appearing too enthused about what's happening underneath you. Secretly hoping that there would be more “risque”, you wondered if that was it for the rest of the day, a simple device to keep you awake in class.

That is until you receive a notification ping.

Taking out your phone you silently read the message. Seeing Lucifer’s ID pop onto the screen causes you to shift your legs slightly just o fight the tingling feeling between your legs:

‘Has the excitement dulled for you, my love? Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’ll keep entertained.’

You intended to send a question mark to showcase your curiosity, but it seemed no longer necessary upon hearing a set of footsteps gradually overpowering the ruckus of the entire room. You let out a breath as your heart began to thump.

“The professor has urgently expressed a need to take the week off and tend to some personal issues. But given the extremely sudden nature of his request, we were short on time to address the situation. Which is why, just for today, I'll be holding this week's discussion”

You eyes are fixated on his phone, which emits the private conversation between you two— a sight as easy to miss as his thumb pressing “send” before swiping away into a different app completely.

The message you receive comes in silently, and you read:

‘Under no circumstances are you to cum during my class. You are not to excuse yourself either.’

Almost as if on cue, you felt the intensity spike, the height of it almost making you jump. Thankfully, you were able to play off the feeling as it turns back to normal. In a now quiet classroom, it was only you who could hear the extremely faint purring of the vibrator. You greatly hoped that no one had a special gift of super hearing.

You made sure to make eye contact with Lucifer as you quirked an eyebrow tauntingly. Part of you did it feeling intrigued that he now chose to raise the stakes. Despite your poker face, you feel a pleasant chill running down your spine. It didn’t help your indecent thoughts to take one last look at the message with his voice in mind.

With the help of muscle memory, you pull out your notebook and pen to do the usual routine of taking down notes in class, but your mind and eyes drift towards Lucifer’s broad back as he takes his time to write a list of topics he intended to discuss today. While doing so, your mind switches up. As exhilarating it is, to say the least, you wondered how Lucifer can enjoy a scenario like this unfolding if he himself can't see your reactions.

You shake off these thoughts once again and decide it might ease your feelings to sway your legs slowly. It wasn’t unusual for you to want to get your legs moving during lectures, after all. It was one way of keeping the legs awake and active, with a new additional benefit of masking your own indulgence.

But much to your dismay, your eyes dart upward to see Lucifer's eyes almost immediately looking at yours with a well-hidden scheme running through his mind, something only you knew and were not ready for.

“Let's start, shall we?”

You feel the intensity increase, and with it, your muscles begin to tense to accommodate the feeling.

You suddenly stop moving your legs, deciding it might be better to stay in place, squeezing them as tightly as you could to stop the feeling of your wetness pooling out of your underwear.

Part of you wanted him to look at you, slightly annoyed that you’re probably visibly struggling to fight having an orgasm in class and he can’t even see it. Lucifer could delight in this all he wants but you of all people knew damn well he’d rather see it live, front and center.

Thoughts race back and fourth, all of which you try pushing down, trying to regain focus and rationality.

You begin to wonder if it was ideal to secretly try to remove the vibrator, luckily you were in one of RAD’s lecture halls, a bit different from the usual classroom given that you were a relatively larger class. You look around, only seeing Asmodeus faced away from you and the actual board and staring at a compact mirror he hid behind his pencil case so Lucifer wouldn’t confiscate it. The others around you were too focused on the lecture to notice, perhaps they feared for their life to do anything other than focus… well… save for the brothers of course. But even they were merely minding their own business and letting the lecture pass through their ears as if it were nothing.

Taking a chance, you place your bag on your lap to make it seem as if you were trying to get something. But as your hand reaches your crotch, the vibrator shakes your insides more vigorously. You inhale sharply as it continues to jolt inside of you, letting a little grunt escape your mouth as you find your grip against the side of your chair.

The external tip of the vibrator plays with your clit more intensely, you feel yourself turning red from using all your muscles to stifle a moan from coming out.

You wanted to do so many things, cursing loudly, walking up to Lucifer to take him away from class and fuck him inside the first empty room you see, not caring about what anyone in that classroom would have to say. At the same time you also wanted to run away and deal with it yourself without anyone knowing any better about these mischievous circumstances.

Your thoughts all seem to go against each other all the while you continue to hold back the urge to convulse or make any noises during class. Somehow since trying to move it around, you felt your urge to release worsen tenfold. It was as though you needed to go to the bathroom just to relieve yourself both ways.

You wanted to yield, screw this little challenge of his. You were going to go to go find yourself a place to masturbate in, but you were still a bit scared to be questioned by the demons that were inside the classroom with you. Instead of charging forward on impulse, you raised a hand up politely before calling out to him.

The sudden switch That’s when a different sensation greets your clit, it was almost similar to being eaten out, with the tip being sucked and soothe by a makeshift tongue.

“Lucifer! I—Ah…!” You finally let out, but your mind was quick enough to feign a worsening stomach ache. Your lungs heave slightly and your purse your lips tightly

“Are you okay babes? You're not looking too hot over there.”

You realize you were doomed to embarrass yourself the moment Asmodeus— of all demons— leaned over to you and whispered his concern. By the look on his face, he had yet to catch on, and you could only pray that he never would.

This new feeling was made worse with the vibration from inside you shifting, if you were all alone right now, you might’ve drooled at how amazing it felt.

“Yeah, Asmo… I just felt something sharp in my stomach, but I’ll be fine.” you kept the conversation as concise as possible but another jolt comes in making you dig your nails into your thighs.

“Is there something you and Asmodeus wish to share with the class?”

“N-no.”

You look up to Lucifer, watching as his eyes stare at yours with such intensity. Surely not out of frustration but something else. You continue to eye his back while he continues writing and babbling about the lesson at hand. It seems that the clacking of chalk against the board was more aggressive than usual, but it could simply be your imagination.

“Are you sure you’re alright, that sounded like it hurt.”

A hint of luck must have surely graced your day, you thought to yourself. Asmodeus seemed none the wiser of your circumstance despite being of great approximation with you.

“No… no… I'm fine, I just need to listen in on this lecture…”

You lean against the table to steady yourself and avoid showing any struggle. But it seems too late because you raised Asmo’s attention.

“Lucifer! MC really needs to go to the clinic.” Asmo calls out with his own hand raised.

Lucifer turns around and gives you another stare for a single moment, and you feel as the quiet increase of pleasure comes in, it was Lucifer trying to see if you'd react any different amidst this tense moment. Even as he goes over to you, he is almost clearly unphased.

A quick idea comes into mind and you follow along Asmo’s concerns. A moan comes out of your mouth, one that sounds as painful as possible, and hopefully, not obviously fake.

“Fine, yes, my stomach is hurting. I think I need help from the nurse over at the clinic.” You made sure to just so that the act sells while the vibrator eggs on a bit more of your moaning. You clutch the skin of your lower stomach, playing with the vibrator a bit to keep yourself going. You maintain eye contact with him, giving your best doe-like gaze.

You watch the muscles of his eyelids shift, causing you to form a mental smile in victory. But to clearly, avoid suspicion, he raises an eyebrow and shifts to showing “concern.”

“You do seem pale, MC. Take the hall pass and drop by the nurse's office.”

The prideful gaze you see as you make eye contact was something you knew too well.

Asmodeus squeezes your hand out of worry. Ironically, the idea that you were sick seemed to sell well to the avatar of lust.

You feel all eyes within the class follow you from the moment you stood up until the moment you disappeared behind the doorframe. Admittedly, your steps were a bit awkward due to the vibrators intensity, so you made sure to be in and out and avoid making eye contact with anyone, especially Lucifer, else everyone starts picking up what’s going on.

With legs nearly transformed into jelly out of numbness, you couldn't be bothered with the way you looked walking hurriedly down the hall to the nurse's room. You simply knew you had to lock the doors with a strong spell and find your climax once more.

You rush to the next bed you find, closing the curtains to have a hint of privacy. The vibrations came off stronger as you drop your pants and underwear to the floor. You don't think about the droplets you've made as you strip.

Spreading your legs, you try to find a position that elevates the sensation even further.

Gradually louder moans break free from your lips as your chest throbs to the rush, making a gateway for more pleasure that you find yourself helpless to.

Your mind prays that things would go quickly, not wanting to spend another second in the clinic doing such bold actions.

With heaving breaths, your stomach feels as though it's finally about to grab hold of the orgasm your mind was desperately seeking for. But before it could reach it, you were alarmed by your sixth sense, telling you that the spell you had in the lock had. Not even a second later, the door swings open and your almost nirvanic mind descended into panic. You scurried to put on your pants and hide any evidence that you masturbated on a clinical bed, of all things.

You kept yourself alert for the million scenarios that would happen when the nurse shows up. Yet, you find yourself frozen upon seeing the very same person that put you in this awkward position.

You stared up at Lucifer, and he stared down at you, well masking his amusement. But you knew, from the movement of his shoulders that he was trying to remind himself to take a few breaths. His pupils dilate at the sight of you, before trailing away from your figure.

Watching meekly, you see him crouch down to pick something up from the floor. And it is by this audacious action that, in a haste to cover up everything, you'd forgotten to put your underwear on. You sat on the bed silently, blushing furiously at the idea that he caught you in the act.

He feigned a sigh.

“It seems you don't need treatment, seeing as you've already done that to yourself.”

Clicking his tongue, he waves his underwear tauntingly as he slowly turns around. With your still heated cheeks and steam practically emanating off your head you scoffed, letting a silver of your frustration be known to him you grab his sleeve and use your strength to pull him backwards, even if you knew he was stronger than humans and pulling him would've been pointless. You were surprised your mind was clear enough to even say the words your brain could barely put out:

“Take responsibility for this! I would’ve finished my own treatment if you hadn’t disturbed me.”

Lucifer froze. Then, unlike the composed and chaste man he was to the public, he wasted no time in turning around getting rid of his belt and unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt the moment the blinds shut and the doors locked. Still a bit dazed and dumbfounded, you simply stare at his bare chest after watching him toss away the fabric.

It dawns on you quickly, that he intends to have his way with you on RAD premises as per your order. You turn redder at the thought, but it’s not as if you weren’t guilty for planning to nip this feeling in the bud on your own moments ago on the very same nursing bed.

At an unfathomable speed, he then walks up to you and greets you with a kiss so hungry you swear that he intends to swallow you whole right then and there.

You gasp for breath after the long kiss you share momentarily eyeing his lips for a moment before gazing into his wine-like eyes.

“My mind begs me to torture you more, to stave you away from this ‘treatment.’ Consider yourself extremely lucky that my desire to serve you is more powerful than my many other urges.”

His hands take in yours, directing them to hold his face with a gentle touch, his entire aura shifting with a simple stroke.

“Tell me what it is that you need, I will give you everything I have.”

His fingers slide nuzzles himself into your hands kissing and licking your now sensitive skin until he reaches the side of your neck. He flipped your positions and huffed, you were now on top of him, very unsure of what he was planning.

He smirks slightly, almost as if he was invited to an eager challenge. “I knew you would sulk after our little game. After all, I left my poor darling soaking wet during my lecture.”

You haven't noticed his hands creeping towards you behind, some of his fingers reached down to your heat. You mouth gapes open slightly feeling the callouses on his fingers run across the opening, covering itself slightly in your wetness before moving over to your now achingly sensitive bud.

His eyes never leave your face, not wanting to miss your eyebrows furrowing as they found their way to your wetness.

The words he spoke earlier came into your mind, and with confidence, you stop his hand from trying to tease you.

“I don't want your fingers, I want your tongue.” you didn't expect to sound sultry as you spoke, yet your voice let out your neediness in such an effortlessly seductive manner. Your eyes had a fire in them that stirred his mind. You watched his eyes shift from surprise to his all-too-familiar cool expression within milliseconds.

“Hmph… don't let me do all the work now. Come towards my mouth.”

“I was just thinking that.” He responded while pushing you lightly upward.

A bit awkwardly you waddled to where his head was, positioning yourself so that you faced the wall and hovered over his face. Immediately, like an alcoholic eagerly uncorking an expensive bottle of wine to quench his thirst, Lucifer removes the vibrator, causing some of your wetness to drip onto his face, but he pays no mind. He licks clean he residue from the small machine right before closing off whatever distance was left to position your vagina right against his lips.

The speed almost caused you to lose balance, but you were lucky to catch yourself and press your hands against the wall for balance. The hinges of the bed creaked loudly at the sudden movement and you immediately felt the need to pray that your misdeeds wouldn't cause damage to the poor bed, otherwise it would be hard to describe the incident to Diavolo.

Your hands find themselves entangled between his hair strands as he licks the juices that have been stopped by the vibrator. The feeling tingles, reminding you of how sensitive you've been the whole time you were trying to get off. You push him down further, gripping his hair tighter — perhaps out of pleasure and a hint of pettiness.

The one arm which you had prompted up on the wall began to sink, wanting to grab hold of something…. Anything they you were physically able to with how aggressive Lucifer's tongue was becoming.

Your legs were shaking, knees growing weaker with each moment he entangles his tongue with your clit. Your stomach clenches, preparing for release, oh the feeling never ceases to drive you mad.

He read your mind, he knew you well. With Lucifer you could never hide a secret for too long, and so the secrets of your body is something that became a privilege for him and him alone. Almost in sync with your body language, he reaches for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours and letting you hold onto him tightly.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my love?” he said flicking his tongue playfully against you sweet spot. You only grunt in response, rocking your hips against his mouth to try shutting him up.

The act doesn't go unnoticed, he takes the hint and allows his lips to linger against your clit with a harshness your heart could not take. Your toes curl as orgasm reels itself closer and closer.

“Lucifer!” You let out, any other words you wished to say beforehand got caught , your whole back attempts to bear the feeling as it arches upward. It takes a lot of strength in you to avoid sinking into the wall or clumsily bumping against the metal bedframe, but thankfully you are able to do so and slide down by his thighs. You are now well aware of the heat he emanates and the beads of sweat which have formed

As your senses return to you, you shake off Lucifer’s hands

You squeezed him a few times as you rubbed him teasingly

“If I had a toy on me I’d manage to get back at you right now.”

It was now his turn to let out a groan, “Should I consider myself to be lucky, then?”

“At my mercy even.” You lift his chin to kiss him tenderly, with your eyes closed you do not notice his eyebrows shift as you align your thumb right at the tip.

“…At your mercy even.” He repeats in a conceded whisper so gentle, you felt that his words could caress you. Steadying yourself, you place your hands, now, behind his neck you lean in to kiss him further as you guide his shaft inside of you. His size never fails to outstand you, filling you deep enough that the moans that emerge as your lips play with his almost seems sensationalized.

You sway your hips in a rhythmic manner, thought quite awkward at first, you pick up a pace that felt comfortable.

“Don't move,” you order him, dragging your lips away to bite down on the crook of his neck. He growls in response to the gesture, yet his hands were on your hips making sure you were steady as you bounced. His own brain filled with all sorts of devious thoughts as your warmth and scent continues to envelop him repeatedly.

Mischievously disobeying, his hands explore your body, labouring to deliver you both the pleasures you loved so much. His eyes fall shut trying to focus on his own emotions, his own thoughts. But he can't think of anything, only your lips on his neck, your skin colliding against his, and this heated moment. He could never focus under these circumstances. Why would he anyway? All he wants is you, and your thoughts were just the same.

Your hands drop down, in an attempt to try and pry his hands away from touching you. The creaking of the bed begins to slowly drown out as needy moans and kisses take over.

“Don’t turn down my touches, darling. I am simply asking my master to give more opportunities to worship her.”

You shake your head, responding with an unspoken “no” and failing to hide a smile.

“You’ll give me everything you have, right now?”

“…Anything you desire.”

Lucifer smiles leaning down to kiss you. It was a lot sweeter than you expected— and of course— when you are in love, a couple is bound to have those moments.

You look down at his cock, it which stood out and twitched, as if it had a life of its own. Your own private area reacted, as if longing to feel the way he would fuck you once more.

“I want you, switch with me.” He does instantly without any hesitation. You swiftly find your head laying by the edge of the bed and your legs, which he wrapped around his waist.

He inserts himself into you without much effort, it was too smooth to your liking, but it didn't matter. His thrust were gentle but his pants were heavy. He was holding back for your sake, but today you needed more than that.

Remembering your failed attempts to enact your secret revenge against him, you pettily grip his ass, feeling the almost moldable softness of his skin as he plows into you desperately.

“Thrust it harder, Lucifer.”

At this point steam was emitting from both of your colliding bodies, you try your best not to sound like you were begging as you gripped his behind, not caring whether they'd leave scratches by the end of the day.

Obeying you well, he repositions the both of you so he could slam farther into you, the sound of skin clapping becomes more intense at an instant. You continue to pray that the bed you were both using had enough strength to hold both of you up with how aggressive you both were becoming. Deep thrusts accompanied by harsh marks that are sure to bruise for the next days to come, lust-filled gazes, and heaving breaths that cause the room to become hotter and hotter— it was practically animalistic the way you two desired each other.

“Am I to you satisfaction, my love? My cock? My voice? …My fingers?”

Unable to keep his hands in one place, his fingers find their way back to your bud as if it were magnetized to the delectable moans you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Do you perhaps need help stifling those moans from how excited you feel?”

You don’t give a coherent response. You simply keep a hand by the back of his neck, keeping his upper body in place while the other continues to grope him, holding on to feel the movement of his lower body.

“How nice of you to offer, my love.” You shove your tongue into his mouth, it never fails to amaze you how insane his way of pleasuring you was.

It was then that you felt him twitching inside of you, signaling his climax nearing you try to push his fingers away from playing with your clit, but it was as if they would latch onto them further if you did.

“Lucifer please, I want to cum with you!” Your voice was whiny this time around, making you lose face completely.

“Don’t worry, darling. You will.”

As he spoke, a climax arrives against your will. You felt a bit shy to sound like a lost puppy at this very moment. For Lucifer, you reaction to unexpected feelings was worth getting off to. It was beautiful in and of itself.

You swear you can hear his grunts become more and more monstrous. But rather than slowing down or stopping, his fingers didn’t let up even after you came. Tears begin to form in your eyes and your nails claw at his back in hopes of keeping your mind in tact. You were blushing crazily as your brain tries to pick up every single feeling that your senses received, you can only focus on his body warmth and how slick his skin was with sweat.

“Do it again, MC. I want to see the faces you tried so hard to hide in my class. Properly this time.”

Jumbled words leave your mouth in response, for a moment you couldn’t help but think it was unfair how articulate he seemed to be no matter how disheveled he appeared.

He was close. You could tell he was the moment your eyes land on his which had gradually become wilder and wilder the longer you two went. Now, they were glowing with passion as his thrusts move in a near inhumane speed.

You shared grunts and pants pick up with the pace, you could feel yourself grow dizzy with euphoria as he continues to fiddle his fingers against your practically pitiful clit. In a flash, three of the deepest thrusts he could muster have caused him to release inside you.

He lets out a moan louder than either of you could anticipate, but at this point you forgot to even watch out for anyone or anything that could break you apart from your shared peak.

You cup a weakened hand against his cheek, silently asking Lucifer to keep his eyes on yours before you both smile and shake your heads. Just what kind of mischief were you both getting into?

Lucifer’s eyes and fingers trace the curves of your body for the last time, as if looking at a sculpted masterpiece. His mouth was open, almost as if he was awestruck. It wasn’t long before he spoke up once more:

“I quite enjoyed the show you put on for me earlier in class. If it were up to me you you'd get bonus points in your grade.”

You huffed and pulled away from his gaze, even though you were exhausted, it was always fun to play with him. “You barely looked at my direction being way too focused on the blackboard to notice.”

Lucifer holds a finger to you chin, redirecting your gaze to where it once was, his passion-lit eyes.

“Oh don't worry, I saw everything. In fact, it's quite cute how you tried to hide your discomfort… or… well… your delight, you look so tormented.”

Your surprise was genuine and you could only stammer questionably and blush on how Lucifer had actually seen everything, only assuming his imagination was taking helm at the time.

“The board is enchanted to act as a mirror for all RAD teachers and substitutes to prevent misconduct and cheating.”

You quickly compose yourself your fingers pushing lightly against his chest while pouting.

“You—! You're dirty for using school property for inappropriate matters.” you smile and don't fight to hide your blushing.

“It seems you and I are alike that way.” He gives you a peck on the lips, which you responded to by giving a deeper kiss. Your hand squeezes the inside of Lucifer's thigh, dangerously near his cock which was still relatively sensitive from orgasm yet standing in anticipation for whatever comes next. Cheekily, you decided to squeeze it with just enough pressure to make Lucifer’s mouth gape open and inhale sharply.

“I should teach you a proper lesson for making me go through that in class. Consider it an after school lesson from your favorite student.”

Leaning in closer, the corner of your lips curl into a sly smile.

“…What will it be, Lucifer?”

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Author's Note: I suddenly remembered that Lucifer rigged the chalkboard so he can see what's going on behind him every time he instructs the class so I'm gonna use that as an advantage for him.

[feyriejane]

yall don't know platonic yearning like I do 😤

[walking-loather]

When it comes to hygiene tasks and self care with disability and chronic illness, its pretty much a constant case of: don't let perfect be the enemy of the good.

Basically: it's better to do something, than to do nothing at all.

TLDR: Just because you can't do something "properly" doesn't mean you shouldn't do it at all. Do it half-way. Do it shitty. Do it barely. Do it on a technicality. But do what you can. Just try, because doing something will help you.

If you don't have the energy to scrub your body with a sponge, just rub soap over your skin with your hands.

If you don't have the energy to wash your whole body with soap, just hit the places where sweat accumulates, or where you're smelliest.

If you don't have the energy to wash with soap AT ALL, just sitting in water is better than nothing. It will wash away dirt and oils.

If you can't bathe or shower at all, a warm wash cloth is your new best friend. If that's too much, then try bath wipes. They're a bit bigger than regular wet wipes, and a bit more heavy duty. They're designed to help keep bed ridden patients clean in hospitals.

If you don't have the energy to dry yourself after a bath or a shower, just put on a bathrobe and get into bed. If you don't have the energy to get dressed afterwards, just don't. It can wait until you can.

If you don't have energy to brush your teeth for two minutes, honestly, just a cursory scrub is better than not doing anything.

If you can't brush your teeth twice a day, brush in the evenings. It will help take away the build up of food from the day.

If you don't have the energy to brush AT ALL, honestly, just take a cloth and wipe the plaque off your teeth. Rinse with mouth wash after if you'd like. Something is always better than nothing.

If you can't floss twice a day. Try once. If that's too much, try a few times a week. If that's too much, try setting aside a day once a week as a goal. If you can't keep a schedule, do it when you're able to. Hell, I keep some floss next to my bed so that if I forget and don't have the energy to go get it, I can just reach over.

If you can't iron your clothes, don't bother. Wrinkles are fine. Wear jumpers over wrinkly t-shirts. No one will know, and honestly, most people won't even care. If it's really wrinkly and it's A Big Deal And It Needs To Be Ironed, here's my life hack. Step 1: take a spray bottle, and spritz the item of clothing (while you're wearing it is easiest) until it's lightly damp. Step 2: use a hair-dryer on the clothes until they're dry. It gets rid of creases like nobody's business, it's easier than lugging out the iron and ironing board, and you get to have nice toasty warm clothes afterwards.

If you can't fold your clothes, try just hanging them up. It's less commitment. It's quicker to do. Granted, you need to have the space in order to do this, but it is also good at helping you downsize, and lets you visualise exactly what you have.

If you can't put your clothes away, invest in a couple of laundry baskets, and then just keep your clean clothes in the baskets. You can then separate washed clothes into underwear, pants, and shirts baskets. You can just leave them like that. I'm giving you permission to never fold your laundry again if you can't. Just leave it unfolded. Who's going to care? Something is better than nothing. If you can, try to put those baskets into your closet so that you can keep the clutter out of sight, and give yourself a more restful environment.

If you can't separate your clothing out into different categories and wash them "properly" (whites, warm tones, cool tones, darks, delicates / switching between hot & cold washes / paying attention to laundry instructions on the label) then just don't worry about it. If you cold wash your clothes, colours won't bleed. Maybe gradually over the course of dozens of washes there'll be some changes in hue, but it's really not as high stakes as the One Red Sock In The Whites Turns Them Pink trope makes it out to be.

I've pretty much come to the point in my life where if a piece of clothing can't survive the washer and dryer, then it's just not meant to be. I colour separate my clothes, and if I have the energy/remember I'll take my bras and jumpers out of the washing machine to drip dry. But otherwise, I leave it to the universe.

If you can't separate out your recycling, then don't. If you have a large amount of rubbish you need to get rid of but the idea of separating it out properly is stopping you from doing so, then just don't worry about it. I know it's not ideal, but if you have garbage in your room/house and you need to get rid of it, please just get rid of it. Don't let the problem get bigger and harder to deal with. Don't let "doing something properly" get in the way of keeping your living spaces clean. Please. Give yourself understanding.

If you can't wash your dishes, get paper plates. Obviously, it's not ideal, but it is better that you eat food than skipping meals. It is better that you have a clean kitchen, rather than having dishes piling up and making it harder to look after yourself.

If you can't prepare meals for yourself keep making the tasks easier and easier. If you can't do recipes, then simplify. Use pasta sauce from the jar instead of making it. Eat canned soup. Buy food you can just stick in the oven. If you eat fish fingers and microwave veggies every night, it's better than not eating anything at all. It's better than having to fork out money on take-out. If you need ready-made meals, then get them. If you're literally just eating a raw cauliflower for dinner; 1) I see you, 2) me too, sis, 3) something is better than nothing.

These are the basic things you need to do every day to function as a person. They are your activities of daily living. Brushing your teeth. Bathing or showering. Using the bathroom. Getting dressed. Eating. Drinking. Sleeping. Keeping your environment clean. You don't need to do these things perfectly, but they need to happen in order for you to have a decent quality of life.

And it breaks my heart, because I know that so many disabled people can't do these things every day. I'm not saying this to guilt or judge, I'm saying that these are basic needs; you deserve these things. These things bring dignity. If a disabled person is unable to do these things, it diminishes their quality of life. It robs them of dignity.

If you need help to do these things, Its okay to ask for help. It's okay to need help. But if you can't get that help and you have to do these things by yourself -- or you just plain want to be independent and do it without help-- then don't hold yourself to standards you can't meet.

Don't let perfect be the enemy of the good. Doing something is always better than doing nothing. Even if it's not perfect. Even if it's not done well. Do what you can.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Guess who might have 🎶whooping cough🎶

[seventh-district]

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[vraska-theunseen]

aughhhh. aughhhhhjhhhh

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[icewindandboringhorror]

Daily Log 7

Trying out (probably just temporarily) making short daily-ish notes about things, in an attempt to see if it helps me be more reflective or productive lol.

Activities: Finished all of the little things I carved out of avocado pits, will maybe post pictures at some point? I painted some sections (like for the eye I carved, I made part of it white for contrast, etc.) and then generally glazed them with some shiny paint stuff. Now I really wish I had more avocado pits, I was unsure at first, but I have some new ideas.. I want to try inlaying stones like I've seen in some pictures, similar to the same ones I use for eyes in my sculptures. >:3 (random google image example of the stones inside, like this sort of thing V)

Low effort/small house cleaning tasks, did a few dishes, put up laundry, organized things, put up the recycling, paid bills, etc.

Still extremely sleepy and unfocused, it was hot last night and the cats woke me up multiple times so I only got a few hours of sleep and barely had any energy to do anything and also had a headache and back pain a lot of the day. ToT

Finally made an appointment I was supposed to make like 4 days ago lol..

Gave wet food to the cats (this is an ordeal because George eats way faster than Noodle, so I have to separate them and stand guard so George doesn't vacuum his up immediately then run over and try to eat all of his brothers food.. evil boy must be watched to prevent his crimes )

Edited videos for like.. 15 minutes but still have not been very productive on that front (or editing costume photos or anything) due to shoulder pain and stuff making it hard to type/use mouse much on the computer. grrbbb >:V

Spent 10 minutes looking up a weird pendant I had in my rock collection area and found out it's an old piece of costume jewelry from the 60s(?) and could be worth like $200 potentially, which is cool. I'm not sure if I'll sell it though because I do think it's quite unique and good for a prop when making wizard character inventories, etc, and I'd never be able to find anything like it again (it's this one below.. it's very weird.. looks like something a mage would have lol)

Translated the tapestry text for 5 minutes, and got out some tubs of clothes to start organizing them to sell outfits and stuff online, but then felt ill and had to go lay down so now the tubs are just sitting out on the floor ghgh..

Notable sights: It rained a bit and the sky was very pretty at one point. Didn't get to go outside today due to schedule/low energy, so no clovers or anything. Saw a fat squirrel out the window once though. Also when I was looking through my "rock collection" (which also includes marbles, dice, pieces of glass, stones, gems, rubber balls, seashells, smooth wood, jewelry scraps, etc. ggh.. really more "shiny things collection" but it's mostly rocks, so) for interesting stones to possibly put into avocado pits in the future, I saw a lot of pretty rocks I hadn't thought about in a while, so that was nice.

Goals moving forward: Focus on social activities, finding new friends in the places I want to move, communicating with ones I have. Physical therapy exercises. Finish and upload videos, edit costume pictures & etc. Do the new costumes I've planned. MAKE SCULPTURES at some point, I miss them.

Notable foods: Nothing really.. but it's an asparagus day tomorrow I think so.. >:)c hehehehe... Oh, I did try a bite of corn, which I really really love corn but am not supposed to have it on my diet. The miniscule morsel was sufficiently cherished. Still craving hearty stuff despite resuming my iron supplements lol..

[theladygazingatemptiness]

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[mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers]

WHY CANT THIS MOTHERFUCKING REPUBLICAN LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE it’s literally the same four ads on loop every six posts good fucking god

[phagodyke]

venting sorry... don't want to just delete it bc it helps to get it out just ignore this post pls 👍

haven't slept much at all and feeling so sick andstressed and in pain bc my period is due and so tired its making me dizzy but i cant sleep more or ill just feel more sick and I want a hug and to cry so hard into someones shoulder but no one cares or will even come near me it makes me feel diseased they think things about me that aren't true bc I struggle so much to communicate and thry all make assumptions insteqd and no one wants to give me space to talk to them about it so I cant undo that now and its all my fault and I'm so. exhausted :-(

[kasper-k]

Woah i love being not able to sleep and feeling nauseous all the time from extreme stress. I love having my hair fall out again and having to take pepper spray to work because i have a stalker now. I love not having a moment to myself and having to clean or cook or look after dogs or etc etc 🫠🫠

[xxlelaxx]

My daughter is in a screaming phase. She just spends the whole day shrieking and screaming and I have had the most terrible headache. The last night's she cried for a Minimum of two hours because of the teeth and today everything was fine. I did everything I could and it was fine. We fell asleep. I wake up 45 minutes later to her screaming again and I just can't take it anymore. I've had too little sleep and I've been around her for the last 3 days... Even when I was interacting with her she was still in the same room screeching. My husband complained after two hours and honestly next time he does I'm gonna tell him to shut up about it. I haven't stopped crying for an hour cause now I can't sleep again cause I'm so agitated. I hate mother hormones. I hate not being allowed to sleep. I hate headaches. I don't want to get up and finish all the chores.

[seenthisepisode]

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[purplelea]

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[fairy-angel222]

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—in which toji is constantly fucking women and disturbing your peace. your complaints lead to you becoming one of them.

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! college reader

cw: smut, breeding, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, toji being a cocky prick, unsafe sex, ass slapping, mentions of cervix touching

Ever since you heard about your next door neighbor Mr. Fushiguro going through a divorce, things have been hell. For you.

From the day he first moved into the apartment, constantly arguing on the phone with his ex wife about whose turn it was to watch his son, Megumi.

When Megumi is over, everything’s quiet, and you finally get a chance to rest your head and relax in peace. Doing some studying and cleaning in the quiet atmosphere.

You wished the black haired boy would stay for just a day longer, because Toji is back to his usual self hours later. Bringing in young college girls one after the other. Fucking them hard against his headboard as they let out loud cries of daddy. It was annoying. You could even stay inside anymore to get work done.

At every hour of the day he seemed to be active, fucking through all sorts of women, the shaking of your thin bedroom wall never coming to an end as high pitched moans echoed through.

It was getting to the point where you couldn’t take it. You were so fed up. Didn’t he ever get tired? Tired of promising these young desperate girls to call them back only to throw away their numbers and fuck their friends the next day.

Weeks go by and nothing changes, Megumi coming over for a silent three days then leaving again. Giving his father enough time to fuck any feelings for his ex wife out of his system.

You swore you couldn’t take it, you had barely been able to study, occasionally spending an hour or two in a nearby café between classes. When you noticed your grades slipping, your eyes having prominent bags at the lack of sleep, you groan loudly in frustration. Finding your legs moving before you could even process it.

Your fist raising to knock on the man’s door once, then twice, with no answer. You huffed, going in to knock a third time before the door swung open. A tall, muscular man towering over you with a scowl. “What?”

Your eyes widened as you scanned over his body, his perfectly sculpted face, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the very distinct outline in his sweats.

The man cleared his throat, a smirk gracing his face when he startled you out of your intense drooling. “Now, what do we have here?” he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side with crossed arms as he rested against the door’s frame. “Here to get your turn doll?”

You gulped, finding it harder to spit out your words as the Fushiguro man stared you down. “I.. I’m here to ask you to keep the noise down, some people have actual work to do.”

Toji whistled, “Oh? A bold one huh? I like it,” His hand reaching under your chin to make you look fully up at him. “you’re a pretty little thing you know,” he spoke, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “wonder what you’d look like ruined underneath me.”

You ignored the flutter that went off in your pussy, clenching your thighs discreetly as you glared. “Just keep the noise down okay old man? I'm trying to study.”

Toji could feel his cock grow harder, you were just what he needed. “So i’m an old man now? That’s a first, usually girls like you just call me daddy.” he shrugged, “but it’s okay, you’ll get there.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, annoyance written all over your face to mask the arousal swirling in your stomach. He’d probably fucked the entire neighborhood by now, including the campus, so you weren’t gonna fall for his sick charms. You just hoped he complied and kept the place quiet, you didn’t need that usual noise the day before your big test.

Toji had surprisingly did as you asked, and you sighed in content as you read through the pages of your notes. Your pen in your hand finding itself in between your teeth as you bit down softly. You got what you wanted, so why was your mind running wild with thoughts of the Fushiguro man’s hands on your body as he fucked you like all of those other girls.

You shifted in your seat, one leg over the other to bring stimulation to your needy clit making you whimper softly. You couldn’t let yourself give in.

Another week passed and you once again found yourself in the same noisy predicament. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the man more than twice your age. Way too old for you yet just so.. hot. Toji Fushiguro had become your fantasy.

And it was unbearable.

Hearing all these moans day and night. Hearing Toji’s loud grunts and groans as he no doubt left them with the best fuck of their lives.

It was Thursday, and Megumi would be coming tomorrow per routine, so you’d finally get a break then. But, you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted an excuse to go over there. Your face serious as you banged on his door.

You waited a minute, a shirtless Toji emerging into the door frame as it flew open. Toji smirked, “Ah, you again.” His sweatpants hung dangerously low beneath the start of his v line, black hair messy as his tongue darted out to swipe across his lips. “Finally came to your senses?”

His last fuck had left right before you came, coincidentally of course.

“N-no.” you objected sternly. “I’m here to ask you again to just be.. what are yo-“

You swallowed hard when he began stalking towards you, a sinister grin on his face as you were backed up against a wall. His breath fanned your head as he bent his neck. Hands on the walls near each side of your face. “Your face says otherwise, doll.”

“No it d-doesn’t.. you’re just a cocky old man preventing me from getting things done.”

Toji’s brow raised with a deep hearty chuckle, “Back to that nickname i see,” His hand grabbing hold of your cheeks and squeezing them together. “Gonna have to clean that mouth of yours, teach you how to be a good girl.”

You whimpered lowly, feeling wetness pool between your legs as you looked up through your lashes. Toji’s eyes trailing to your glossy lips as he inhaled sharply. “Don’t worry, this dirty old man’s lips are clean”

Pressing his lips roughly to yours, your eyes widening as you gripped the edge of your skirt with a moan. Toji smirked against your lips, his hands hooking beneath your legs as he lifted you up. Your frame so much smaller in comparison to his larger one.

Toji was quick to bring you inside. And you found yourself sitting on the man’s lap, your skirt bunched up at your hips as he hammered up into your wet cunt with brute force. His hands kneading into the flesh of your ass each time you ground your hips onto him.

You let out a loud mewl, his thick cock stretching you out and grazing against your gummy walls as he fucked you deep. Feeling him within your stomach when you cried out. “Fushiguro-san— ah, so- ngh g-ood.”

“That’s not my name doll, try again.” he growled deeply, landing his palm onto your ass in a hard slap. And you whimpered tearfully at the sting. “T-toji—” Another harsh smack burning through your flesh making you let out a cry. “Last chance.”

You moaned loudly, your back arching as Toji slammed into you. “D-daddy, ahh daddy, o-oh fuckk—,”

Toji hummed in satisfaction, “Look at you, thought i was a dirty old man hmm?” His teeth biting softly at the delicate skin of your neck, his pelvis hitting your red puffy folds relentlessly. “Moaning for me like a little slut, so fucking pretty.”

You let out a shaky cry, “Haah— F-fushiguro-san,” Your pussy clenched down on his girth, his rough hand making its way around your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look at him. “Not gonna fucking tell you again.”

You mewled, “‘M sorry— nngh,” Your back arching when Toji bullied his cock deeper into you.

“Still waiting doll.” he grunted, eyes dark as his grip on your throat tightened, your moans and whimpers loud as his thighs noisily met your sticky cunt. “D-addy— ahh- so good,” you cried, feeling his angry tip forcing its way to your cervix, kissing the entrance with each harsh thrust.

“Good fucking girl, you’re getting there” he grinned with a groan. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, your pussy gushing messily onto him as loud squelching sounds filled the room. “Pussy’s so fucking tight— better be on the pill cause i’m botta cum in that pretty pussy, shit.”

“Ah— nngh daddy, ‘m close- gonna cum.” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back and your lips parting in a string of incoherent babbles, Toji’s thrusts sloppy as he groaned.

“Gonna cum on this old man’s dick yeah?” He teased cockily, “Had so much talk for someone who’s falling apart on my cock.” Toji grunted, “Bet ya sat there listening like a lil perv, your hand down your panties hmm?”

You shook your head no with a cry, “Uh uh- ahh— wasn’t.”

“Sure about that? Sure you didn’t sit there and fantasize about me fucking you like a little slut?” His hand reached down to rub at your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

Your breathing sped up as you felt a coil buildup in your stomach. Your body shaking with pure ecstasy. You let out a high pitched scream, the stimulation to your g spot making your head go fuzzy. Vision turning white as you clenched down tightly on Toji’s cock.

“O-oh fuck— ‘m cumming— ah, cumming daddy.” Toji’s hand pressed down harder on your throat, the pressure restricting your air flow making you let out a choked mewl. Tears welling in your eyes as his heavy balls smacked against your ass.

“Nngh—” The ring of white thickened at his base as you let out whiny cries. Toji’s hand working small circles on the sensitive bud before he brought his lips to your ear. His voice deep and gruff as he groaned. “Fuck doll- squeezing me so tight, come on and scream for me.” He breathed, “make a mess on my cock.”

Toji’s mean pace became too much, a tight pull in your stomach as your mouth fell open, legs trembling with loud cries as an unfamiliar feeling washed over you.

It was heavenly, your brain going dumb and your pupils disappearing behind heavy lids as you screamed loudly, head falling back and nails digging into his shoulders as you fell off the edge.

Toji never slowing the movement of his hips, still hammering up into you despite the mess you were making on his thighs. Your pussy spraying streams after streams of clear liquid as you arched your hips, grinding back and forth to ride out your squirting orgasm.

“Even fucking louder than any of my previous fucks.” he laughed, “Wonder what the neighbors would say, went from being a whiny little bitch to being the same thing you complained about.”

You let out a whine, Toji flipping you abruptly onto your back, his hand still around your neck as the position allowing him to hit even deeper. “Fuck,” he grunted, his words in between each thrust. “gonna fucking breed that pussy so deep.” Letting out a low groan at the last thrust, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss as he bottomed out.

A whimper fell past your lips into his when you felt him fill you up, his cum shooting in hot thick spurts along the walls of your cunt.

He smirked as he pulled away, watching you pant heavily. “Would make such a good breeding bunny.” Dipping his fingers past your lips and resting them on the back of your tongue. “Might have to keep you around, can’t be disturbed if you’re the one making the noise now can you?”

You shook your head tiredly, forcing your eyes to stay open as Toji pulled out of you. His sticky cum seeping out of your fluttering pussy slowly. Your brain was still so clouded, blinking in and out of blurry vision.

Toji hid the smile threatening to creep up onto his face, his face neutral as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. “Rest if you need to, then leave.” He said nonchalantly, trying to seem like his usual self despite the fact that he had not kicked you out yet. Which was something he never did, let a girl stay any longer than a second after sex.

The man would never admit it, but there was just something about you.

He wanted to make you his pretty little doll.