#i hate feeling like this it's so fucking humiliating

[gojosprettyprincess]

He’s aged up to 20. not proofread!!!!

“Fuck, Is this all f’me baby?” Yuji cooed softly, his voice filled with lustful desires as his thumb hastily scooped up the pearlescent slick that was smeared across your split-opened pussy lips— his cock sliding into your warm core in slow and passionate strokes, coaxing even more out from your pussy with each thrusts. “Looks soo fucking tasty”

His face is visibly in awe as he captures the fluid with the slide of his thumb, swiftly bringing it up and inserting it into his mouth. His tongue eagerly circles around his digit, savoring the taste of your arousal as his gaze remains fixed on the little mess between your thighs.

A muffled “Mmm” escaped his lips and he savored the taste that dawned on his tastebuds, causing your face to flush with embarrassment. It was perplexing— despite the countless times you and Yuji had sex, he still managed to surprise you with a bunch of weird antics that never failed to humiliate you and leave you flustered each time, resulting in your hand instinctively rising up to cover your blushing expression because you absolutely hate it when he sees you like that.

Sooo embarrassing.

After a good minute of sucking your sticky juices off his thumb, he playfully removed it with a loud *pop!* before snaking his hand back to squish your soft thigh.

“Come on baby, don’t be shy. Lemme see that pretty face” he playfully declared after he noticed how your hand was covering your face. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he gently coaxed you to reveal your embarrassed face.

“You know I couldn’t help it when your pussy is drooling on my cock like this, had to taste you”. He added with a teasing chuckle as he continued gazing adoringly at the way your essence coated his shaft more and more each time he rams it in and out of your warm pussy. He knows that these types of things make you too flustered and shy but he just can’t help it when he sees the way your cunt gushes around him so nasty. The way it glistened so prettily on your sex hypnotized him.

“Y-yuji stop looking at it!” You mumbled shamefully, you can’t see but you can surely feel the fire of his eyes burning into the lewd mess on your pussy. His eyes shoot up to you in amusement, chuckling at your command.

“I can’t when she’s creaming all over me like this, sooo messy and sticky around my cock, you’re so dirty baby” he chuckled with delight, God the audacity of this man calling you “dirty” as if he wasn’t desperately trying to savor the taste of your pussy in his mouth like a fucking creep minutes ago.

Feeling the urgency building inside of him because of how good you felt wrapped around him, he hastened increasing his pace, the forceful thrusts of his cock escalating in speed and intensity. You quickly removed your hands from your face and tightly clutched onto the sheets as if your life depended on it because you know he's gonna lose control soon and fuck the brain cells out of your head in mere minutes.

Each movement of his body pressed against yours sent tingles of pleasure coursing down your spine. your pussy clenched around him, tightening around his shaft with such grip like you’re trying to cling onto his cock forever.

“Fuck, you feel so good, could never get tired of this pretty drooling cunt” he confessed, his stiff cock relentlessly pumping into your core, making you whimper even more which only sent more blood rushing to his cock. The soft pink hairs on his base quickly becomes soiled by your wetness as it rubbed against your clit, creating even more friction that drove both of you to the edge.

“Always making a creamy mess on me, you keep complaining bout me acting like a perv but it seems like you love it? Whaddya say, babe? Pussy is soaking me way too much to have me convinced otherwise” he chuckled, his voice hinting with mockery. He readjusted the position, his body hovering over you with his arms resting on both sides of your head.

“N-no! Shut up” you weakly defended with a feeble, embarrassed once again with how your pussy muscles involuntarily tightened around his shaft to his words, completely making your defense useless as it’s painfully obvious who’s right and whos trying to deceive themselves.

“Heh, whateverrr you say baby, I believe youuu” he grinned as his strawberry-pink tip jammed against your cervix, causing your back to arch off the creaking bed. His eyes lit up with amusement at your reaction, finding you sooo incredibly sexy in this vulnerable moment. To him, you look so cute like this. He loves making his shy little girlfriend get even more flustered while his tip is giving sweet, caring kisses to your cervix.

“Need you to make a bigger mess f’me, think you could do that?” He questions, a coy grin curling on his lips. Not that he cared what you thought because he's planning on making sure the bedsheets are soaked with your filthy squirt by the next five minutes max. The sheer desire coursing through him causing his fat cock to twitch inside your soaked core as he imagines the lewd scene. He willfully collapsed onto your body, pressing you down with force with his larger, muscular body, crushing you under him as his cock impaled your trembling pussy, slamming into you with primal urgency. his hips a blur as he pounded into your warm flesh brutally. The intense grip of your pulsating pussy around his length made him bite his lips in a mixture of pleasure and restraint.

The nasty sound of his invasive cock stuffing your wet pussy filled the room, making you even more embarrassed because of how loud and dirty it sounded.

“God, you hear how she’s talking to me? So filthy I bet that’s her way of telling me how much she fucking lovesss my cock, yeah?” He panted, his breath hot against your neck. “Sooo fucking tight, Cum so I can lick it out your pussy. Come onnn, be a good girl n listen t’me” he places a kiss on your sweaty forehead before burying his head into the crook of your warm neck, your comforting scent filling his nostrils. That’s the part where he starts going crazy.

[stxrryskys]

His way of apologizing

n/a: In which, he made you upset and feels really bad:( so he tries to make it up to you! By eating your pussy like a starved man!

a/n: I feel like he would be a MUNCH he is definitely a MUNCH. Thank you, your honor. ENJOY! |

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW..... SO REQUEST PLEASe

C/w: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, soft Dom Daisuke, kinda mean reader in beginning, fingering, AFAB reader, use of the word panties.. Ik I'm sorry. lmk if I forgot anything!

Not proofread

"C'mon dude! Why won't you just forgive me!" Your desperate bf pleaded, he was practically on his knees, you both were sitting in the lounge on the couch, the screen with the bright ass sun in your face wasn't helping with your frustration, neither was your boyfriend.

"First of all, I'm not your "dude" and second of all, quit apologizing becuz you don't even know what you did! " you couldn't help but raise your voice, you were angry, I mean, how could he? You were embarrassed, ashamed, and overall pissed!

So what did Daisuke do exactly. Well, poor baby got so excited when you guys first had sex he had to tell someone, he wanted to tell curly but he was always busy, Jimmy? No.... What about Anya! Hmm.. No.. That'd be awkward since she wasn't a guy- Swansea! Sooo.. He told Swansea, he told him about how amazing you felt and he even showed off the scratches you left on his back, he was so proud of himself and Swansea gave him a big pat on the back.. But jimmy overheard... Then he told curly.... Then curly blurted it out to Anya during a conversation sooo everyone knows.. What if they think you're a whore...Anyways! You were all in the mess hall, eating dinner when jimmy brought it up.

"You guys sure are two active bunnies, huh? " he said as he he took a bite of his soup

"Huh? What does that mean? " you asked so innocently, I mean, you really didn't have any idea what he was talking about

"I think he means the fact that you guys fuck alot. " Swansea then said.

what.

Oh my god oh my god- his fucking quarter walls were made out of steel so no fucking way someone could've heard them- daisuke had to have told them!

"Oh. And why are we bringing up our... Private habits? "

"Well Daisuke told everyone.. " Anya said quietly

What.

How could he? He knew that you wanted to keep your bedroom life private and he went against that and you were furious.

"Oh." Was all you said, everyone went on about their day like they hadn't just humiliated you, Daisuke didn't see anything wrong with it, goddamn ray of sunshine doesn't even see what he did wrong

Which brings us back to here. You sitting on the couch and him right next to you, his hands clasped together as he pleaded with you

"Look! I'm sorry for whatever I did! I just don't want you to be mad at me, love! "

"Well I'm mad! "

"But why? "

"You told everyone about our sex life! They fucking humiliated me at dinner tonight! And you didn't even do anything! You know I hate being put on blast and being put in the spot yet you said nothing! So pardon me if I'm upset! "

You crossed your arms as you raised your voice. Oh. That's why you were upset, god did he feel dumb. He just wanted to die, he didn't even realize how much he hurt you...

"Ah.. I-im sorry.. I uh.. I really didn't think you would mind! I should've talked to you about it.. And I'm sorry for not standing up and saying something I rea-

"Forget it, Daisuke! Honestly just fucking forget it! " you got up and speed walked to your quarters, you were so pissed you didn't even wanna hear about it.

Daisuke decided to just leave you alone for now. He felt dumb, he felt so awful, he never meant to make you feel that way, he sat on the couch thinking about ways to make it up to you and.. Bingo! This was perfect! He hopped up off the couch and went to your quarters, he gently knocked on the door, it's not like it was locked but he didn't wanna barge in.

"What do you want? " you said softly, you felt kinda bad for yelling at him

He opened the door and shut it behind him as he walked in. He walked to your bed, and toppled over you, his lips crashing into yours. Your eyes widened

"What the fuck- what the hell are you- " he interrupted you by kissing you again, it's not like you didn't want it you were just caught off guard

"Im *peck* sorry *peck* "

He kissed down your neck and stopped at the collar of your shirt

"Let me make it up to you, please? "

"Make it up to me how- AH! "

You gasped loudly as he basically ripped your pajama pants down and lifted up your legs to get them off of you, he threw them on the floor

"Jesus! What the-

"Hush.. Let me apologize to you.. " he opened your legs and positioned himself, like his whole body between them, his torso hunched over your lower belly as he placed small kisses over your neck

"Okay okay.. Fine.. "

He smiled against your neck, sucking softly on your supple skin, leaving a light pink mark, lifting up his head slightly and smiling at the mark he had left. He then tugged at your shirt and made you lift up your arms so he could take it off.

"You're so beautiful.. I.. God you're so perfect" he said as he stares lovingly into your eyes before dipping his head down to devour your breasts. He nipped at your sensitive nipples which were already hard from the cold air

It felt like an eternity passed while he was leaving light pink marks on your chest, he ran his tongue along your stomach and he moves his body down, his face just above the waistband of your panties, hooking his finger under.

"C-can I? " he looked up at you and you nodded.. "I wanna hear you say it.. Use your words please..? "

"Yeah.. G-go ahead.. " you nodded and be didn't have to be told twice, he tore your favorite panties off but, poor baby was just excited :((

He spread your legs further as he dipped his face between your legs, kitten licking your folds before turning his head to the side to kiss your inner thighs, leaving some marks before diving back into your pussy, immediately going in with his tongue. He flicked his tongue out and lemme tell you.. His tongue is sooooo long like.. Genocider Jill long..

As his tongue flicked out to go inside of you his teeth grazed your clit and you arched your back a little

"A-ah! Teeth- teeth Daisuke! " he didn't listen, more like he didnt hear you but can you blame him? He felt bad and was focused on making you feel better. It was only when he lifted his head up when you tugged on his hair. "Are you okay, love? " he looked up at you.. Your slick dripping down his chin, jeez.. Were you that wet?

"Y-your teeth.. "

"Oh shoot! I'm sorry! " thats all he said before he dipped his head back down, continuing to eat you, he brought his fingers up and pulled his head away for a couple of seconds and almost immediately inserted 2 fingers in you, thumb circling your clit as he pulled his head back in and continued.

The combination of his fingers and his tongue had you close, you grabbed his hair and that was his breaking point, he added a THIRD finger and curled them inside the part of you that needed him most.

"D-dai.. I'm close.. I-im gonna cum.. "

He nodded his head as if telling you to let go, you pulled his hair as you came undone all over his face, you know the walls are soundproof but if they weren't the whole ship would be awake

He pulled away after he lapped up all of your cum and slick, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. He put them up to his mouth and licked them clean before wiping them on his shirt. Then he wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on your lower belly.

.....

"Do you forgive m-

"Shut up, I forgive you.. "

"Yay! Awesome!! "

.....

"I love you"

"I love you too, Daisuke.. "

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS.

. The ending whas kinda rushed..

REQUESTS OPEN 👿

[kingkat12]

mistletoe (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, dumbification, mature themes, manipulation, toxic relationship, sorta uncomfortable oops, is Roman using his powers or not?, angsty fluff

summary: one week of repeated quarrels brew down to a heated conversation at a Christmas party... will Roman be able to convince you he knows what's best for you?

word count: 1,536

a/n: hey again!<33 i wanted something cute and Christmas-y, but damn... this is far away from that. I doubt Roman likes Christmas at all anyway, so I couldn't bring myself to write something fluffy omg. read at your own discretion, love u<33 merry christmas!!!

"... You hung it up there on purpose,"

"I didn't," Roman said, smirking down at me as he pointed at the mistletoe above us. Evil man, cornering me in the doorway to the empty kitchen. "This is fate. You have to kiss me now."

Under any other circumstance, I would've been a blushing mess. I might've indulged the banter, I might've already dragged him down to my level and kissed him, but alas-- I didn't have it in me. Not after we had been bickering for a whole week. "Since when were you an avid participant in tradition?" I snarked, crossing my arms over my chest as I glared up at my tall boyfriend. "You hate everything else, but this mistletoe-stuff is acceptable to you?"

Roman rolled his eyes, snapping out of his feigned indulgence. "You're being difficult,"

"And you're yet to apologize!"

"Come on!" Roman let out a big huff, pointing at the sweater he had been forced to wear to this party hosted by my friends; the theme was ugly Christmas sweaters, and I bought him one that was just perfect. Seeing the big, bad Roman Godfrey in a reindeer sweater with a red nose that lit up when you booped it was a consolation prize after our quarrels this week. "Look at the shit I do for you, okay? Now stop giving me grief and kiss me!"

Had I not been wearing heels, I would've probably stomped my foot like a toddler-- "No! I'm still mad at you!" 

"For what?" he snapped, his green gaze narrowing with his next words; "For that thing I said about your friends?"

What a stupid question. "Obviously!" 

Roman let out a patronizing laugh as he rolled his eyes, reaching up to touch the mistletoe above us in the doorway. "They do suck,"

"They do not!" 

"They come up with humiliating Christmas sweater parties, and on top of that, they suck,"

Fucking hell. Dating Roman was impossible at times. I glanced around, making sure no one was around to hear this conversation-- I doubted my friends would be happy to hear this coming out of his mouth. "And you think I'm the biggest fan of Peter?" I hissed, turning to face my boyfriend again. "He keeps reciting Romeo and Juliet and claiming he wrote the passages! He's crazy too!"

That seemed to strike a nerve with Roman; "Hey!"

"Hey right back at you!" 

"At least he's nice!"

"My friends are nice too!--"

"No, they suck!" Roman leaned down to my level; he scanned the annoyed look on my face as he took a step forward, forcing my back up against the doorframe. "You know they hate me, right?" he said, lowering his voice. 

My eyes rounded out, feeling my breath get stuck in my chest. "They don't," I tried not to sound so meek, but it turned out to be impossible. I couldn't bring myself to raise my voice at Roman now that he was so close, now that his breath was falling hot against my cheek. 

He tilted his head to the side, sending me the condescending look I knew all too well. "You're so naive," he whispered. "They talk shit about me, and they talk shit about you. Do you know why I've been so pissed at you all week? It's because you can't stand up for yourself when it comes to those bitches!"

I didn't want to hear it. I really, really didn't. "Roman--"

"They walk all over you, do you not see it?!"

Angry tears were welling up in my eyes; "Stop it!--"

"You think I want you to be around people like that? Don't you think I want what's best for you?"

"You don't know what's best for me!" I hissed, deciding to get back up in his face. Roman was pissing me off more and more by the minute. "You control every other aspect of my life, and I let you, but not this one! My friends are my territory, and I need to have some autonomy here!" 

It was true-- I liked turning my brain off around Roman. I liked that he had money, that he drove me everywhere, that he paid someone else to get my homework done, that he paid for my manicures, because why should I not allow myself the luxury? He got off on it, anyway. It drove him absolutely mad, gave him a high to doll me up and parade me around. So yes, I allowed him control of almost every part of my life, but not this one. I had to be able to make one good choice, no? Or was my brain already too far gone, too fried by pleasantries to function?

Roman's green eyes narrowed as he glared down at me. He let out a sharp breath, visibly growing angrier by the second. However, he contained it with bitten-down words; "And you know why you're so happy to give me control? Because deep down, you're aware that you make bad choices," 

"I don't!--"

"You do," 

Every piece of my self-worth was crumbling at his feet. I let it all sink in, and allowed myself to chew and process the truth he was serving me; Roman was painfully right. I had never been the best at making any choice of any sort. I wasn't sure why my lower lip was quivering with my next quiet words; "But... I like my friends," 

Roman sighed, eyes softening at the sight of me. "I know," he cooed, reaching forward to stroke his thumb across my cheek. "But I'll find you some new ones, okay? Let me deal with it for you."

I didn't want to fight anymore. Didn't want to fight this-- Roman's eventual occupation of my whole life, and his need to conquer every piece of me. There was something about the spark in the green of his eyes, the hidden fire behind his innocent, sweet words that I innately liked, anyway.

Roman made me feel dumb. 

So unbelievably brainless.

... Because maybe I was?

I let my inner monologue die out, go into static noise, as Roman's hand went into the hair at the nape of my neck. He twisted his fingers harshly into my locks as he grinned against my lips-- He had won. Fucking Napoleon. "I'm gonna take such good care of you," he cooed. "You don't ever have to see any of these people again, I'll make sure you don't."

Maybe that was for the best?

Roman knew better than me, anyway. Roman was smart. 

I was nothing compared to him.

Nothing. 

Roman's eyes sparkled with glee at the sight of the wreck he had made out of me. Finally, after one week of planting seeds of doubt in my mind, he had gotten through to my psyche. "What do you say we get out of here, hm?"

I nodded, trying not to hiss as his fist in my hair tightened. Now, I couldn't move-- I was forced to look straight into his eyes, unable to escape his gaze. 

"Gonna fuck you real nice for being such a good girl," Roman whispered, brushing his bottom lip against mine as I let out a shaky breath. "How many times do you want to cum tonight? I'll do it all for you, don't be shy."

I so desperately hoped no one was hearing this conversation. However, it hit me that it didn't matter; I wouldn't see these people again. Roman would make sure of that. "Two?" I tried, not sure what to answer. He got so intense sometimes, it made me weak at the knees with discomfort.

Roman tsked, grinning; "I think we can shoot higher. Let's say three,"

Who was I to deny myself such pleasure? "Okay," I breathed, feeling my cheeks turn a light shade of pink. Nonetheless, I made a point out of getting up on my tippytoes to get closer to his face. "Roman?"

He seemed as amused as ever; "Yeah?"

"Did you still want that kiss?"

Roman glanced up at the mistletoe, momentarily letting out a short laugh. I was sure he had forgotten about it. "You bet," Roman murmured, glancing back down at me before leaning down, nudging my nose with his as an invitation. 

I smiled as joy coursed through my veins-- I knew I was in good hands. Roman knew how to take care of me properly, much better than I ever could myself. 

It took me about a second before I realized I was leaning in.

Two seconds to realize Roman's soft lips were on mine with the gentlest touch known to man. 

And three to realize I was the luckiest girl in the world. 

Someone who kisses like this couldn't ever want anything bad to happen to me, right? His motives couldn't be selfish-- no, that was impossible. Roman's kisses were merely touches of utter love, kisses to ease me, disarm me, and push me into the right path of submission. Every brush of the soft pillows of his lips against mine was the equivalent of a verbal confession of love. 

As I pulled him closer, mentally thanking the person who hung up the mistletoe here, I saw red lights shine through my closed lids-- I smiled into the kiss, realizing we had set off the red reindeer nose of his sweater. 

This is what I was made for. 

This was who I was made for. 

Roman-- only Roman.

[endlessburningdarkness]

**I headcanon their relationship falls apart anyway, even without a reveal, bc there's only so long Shen Yuan can lie to himself and put up with terrible sex and LBHs manchild behaviour. I imagine he logs out at some point and returns to his real life.**

Can you develop more this, please? =)

Through most of the story, Shen Yuan is going from one crisis to another. He doesn't have time to sit down and think and be honest with himself. After the story ends, and he has to think beyond just surviving I imagine he will eventually realize he wants more than a relationship built on a lie, and terrible sex and the life of a cultivator.

I imagine he'll crave modern things more and more, not to mention, finally remembering his family and the life he left behind, the life he could've had, where he doesn't have to get his arse ripped open bc the protagonist will cry and destroy the world if he doesn't feel sufficiently "loved". Isn't it telling that both LBH and SY's idea of love requires sex, which one of them doesn't enjoy?

I also imagine he won't be able to deny how manipulative and coercive LBH is, and LBHs appeal as a character (and he does still consider LBH a character even in the end, its why he insists on bottoming, bc the stallion protagonist couldn't possibly take it up the arse) will dwindle and fade away.

It's like how you like badboys in fiction, but if you really had to deal with one irl day in and day out for years on end, you'd say fuck it and pack your bags. If the story book world is now real, that means real human emotions and realistic reactions to things, and I can't see Shen Yuan, realistically, wanting to stay.

So he would find an out, either by killing himself or just logging out and going back home. I don't think LBH would let him leave, and he knows that. It's why he feels so pressured to keep LBH happy and content and sees it as his responsibility, bc an unhappy LBH = world ending. Eventually though, he'd get over that idea, once he has time to pause and think things through and sort out his feelings and get used to his new, disappointing life.

Maybe Shen Yuan becomes the new protagonist, and lives out his dream of being LBH. bc that's the real reason he was reading th original novel, it was a male power fantasy, and Shen Yuan bought into that. He wants the power fantasy and he'll ultimately have to confront his own unhappiness and disappointment within himself. There's only so long you can lie to yourself. Shen Yuan lies to himself in order to survive, but once survival is secured, he will have ample time to realize he's been lying to himself, and that he doesn't want to continue.

And maybe some things are worse than death. I can't imagine years of lying and being coerced into a relationship with painful and humiliating sex is gonna feel any different from torture via human stick a few years down the line.

Him logging out and continuing with his normal life is probably the funniest outcome. I can see him writing fanfiction of Shen Qingqiu becoming a demon lord and fucking LBH/women as a sort of therapeutic exercise to deal with his trauma in the real world afterwards.

Honestly, I think he'd be relived to escape and probably give up his online hating. Which is ultimately the message mxtx wanted to send by writing a story about a straight online troll ending up getting fucked in the arse so badly he bleeds every time. don't hate in front of the author's face, aka the comment section, which is what Shen Yuan was shamelessly doing, harassing the author so much the author remembers all his comments. It would be a nice ending to say he learned his lesson?

But i also don't think an online hater deserves what Shen Yuan is put through in the story as "punishment" for his bad behaviour. It's not that serious imo. Good thing its a fantasy story and doesn't take itself too seriously. It would be a lot more depressing then, and not nearly as funny.

I may have gone a little offtopic. Oh well.

[nopainnowhump]

Cracks in the Glass Pt.5

(TW): forced medication, food control and refusal, power dynamics, manipulation, physical restraint, gaslighting, feeding tubes, and emotional distress.

“Do you want something else? Because if you have a preference, I’m sure I can find something else.”

I look at the tray and then at Thomas through the glass. He’s taking a seat after bringing me a dinner tray. I’m not hungry. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m starving, but I won’t eat. I can’t. How dare he? How dare he come here and act like he didn’t just hold me down and force pills down my throat?

I crawl over to the tray and roughly shove it back through the slot in the door, causing the contents to spill on the floor. Thomas takes a deep breath and sighs, keeping his composure as he moves closer to the glass.

"I know you’re upset, and I’m sorry we had to do that, but I need you to understand that we have your best interests at heart. I know it doesn’t seem like it, and I haven’t done anything to earn your trust, but I’m here to help you."

I scoff. I hate this game. What does he want? I turn my back to him and walk toward the bed. Hunger rolls through my stomach.

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"I don’t know why you’re getting so upset with us," Kyle sneers, his voice thick with mockery. "You should be upset with yourself for not doing what I told you. Three fucking days, I told you for three days that If you didn't eat you were gonna get tubed."

Strong arms lift me off the floor, and I’m too weak to fight back. The sedative is already dulling my senses, leaving my limbs sluggish and unresponsive. My shirt is soaked with tears and snot as I gasp in shallow, rapid breaths. Even as they drag me down the hall, I feebly try to kick at the floor, my movements pathetic and futile.

Kyle leads the way, his smug grin only making me feel smaller. "I gotta say, you’re my favorite patient," he taunts. "You always make my shift more exciting. A little bit of chaos to break up the monotony."

We pass through the double doors of a sterile bed bay. Without ceremony, the guards shove me into a chair, their hands like vices on my arms. I try to slide off, desperation giving me one last burst of energy, but it’s useless. Thick straps tighten across my arms and legs, pinning me down.

My stomach churns violently, but not from fear. The nausea has been unrelenting for days, a cruel aftermath of the experiments. Every bite of food twists in my gut, forcing me to relive the humiliation of throwing up in front of them, helpless and exposed. The mere thought of eating again makes bile rise in my throat.

I let out a weak yelp as Kyle approaches, a feeding tube in his hand. The sight of it makes my nausea worse, and I instinctively turn my head away.

"Now, now," he says mockingly, his voice dripping with condescension. He grabs my jaw roughly, his fingers digging into my skin like claws. I try to pull away, shaking my head weakly, but he holds firm.

"Stay still and be a good girl," he says, his tone turning dark. "Or maybe I’ll let my friends in security have some fun with you. Actually..." He leans in close, his breath hot and sour against my face, his sick grin spreading wider. "I might let them have you anyway, just for making my job harder."

Tears stream down my face as I glare at him, my body trembling. The nausea rises again, my stomach twisting painfully, but I’m too terrified to move.

The grin disappears from his face, replaced by cold fury. His hand cracks across my cheek with a resounding slap, the force jerking my head to the side.

"AGH!" I cry out, my cheek stinging and burning.

"Don’t. Fucking. Move," he growls, his voice icy and full of venom.

He roughly forces the tube down my hitting the back of my throat forcing me to gag. Bile rises at the throat nausea rolling through me.

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I hear the faint scrape of something against the floor—the tray. I don’t look up, but the soft clinks and rustles tell me he’s cleaning up the mess I made. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t lecture, just quietly gathers the spilled food. Then his footsteps retreat, the heavy door clicking shut behind him.

Good. Let him leave.

Time drags on, the hunger gnawing at me, sharp and insistent. It’s been days. My stomach twists painfully, but I shove the feeling down, clutching the one shred of control I still have. I won’t eat. I can’t.

The door opens again. I stiffen, curling tighter on the bed. This time, there’s no tray. No demands. Just the faint rustle of fabric as he sits down outside the glass, followed by the rhythmic clatter of keys.

Curiosity pulls at me, and I glance over my shoulder. Thomas is sitting with his back against the wall, legs stretched out, his laptop balanced on his knees. He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t speak. He’s just…there. The silence between us stretches, punctuated only by the soft tapping of his keyboard.

Then I hear it—a sharp, crisp crunch that snaps through the quiet. My head turns automatically, catching sight of him mid-bite. He’s eating something, sliding a thin, golden shape from a crinkly bag and popping it into his mouth. Each crunch is loud, almost exaggerated, as he chews.

I narrow my eyes at the bag. I don’t know what it is, but the thought of food, of eating, tightens something in my chest. Not out of hunger—though the ache in my stomach hasn’t gone away—but because of what it means.

If I don’t eat, they’ll force me.

The memory of being strapped down, Kyle’s cruel grin as he shoved the feeding tube in, flashes behind my eyes. My breath quickens, and I shake my head, trying to banish the image. I can’t go through that again.

Thomas notices me watching. He pauses, holding the bag up slightly, as if offering it to me. "You want one?"

I hesitate, staring at him through the glass. My pride screams at me to ignore him, but the pounding of my heart is louder. If I eat—if I prove I’m capable—they won’t have an excuse to strap me down.

Slowly, I crawl toward the slot in the door, my body tense and uncertain. I don’t trust him, but the alternative looms too large in my mind.

Thomas pulls one of the golden shapes from the bag and slides it through the slot. I stare at it for a moment, suspicious and wary, before finally picking it up. It’s thin and rough against my fingers, unlike anything I’ve eaten before.

I glance at him through the glass. He doesn’t move, doesn’t push. He just watches, his expression unreadable.

I bite down cautiously, the loud crunch surprising me. Then the taste hits—salty, rich, and completely unexpected. My eyes widen involuntarily as I chew. I swallow, and the hollow ache in my stomach shifts slightly, the smallest hint of relief breaking through. But it’s not enough.

I slam my fist against the glass, a sharp bang that reverberates through the room. My eyes lock onto the bag in his hand, my demand clear.

Thomas raises an eyebrow. "You want another?"

I pound the glass again, harder this time. A growl escapes my throat, low and frustrated.

"Okay, okay," he says, sliding another chip through the slot.

I snatch it immediately, shoving it into my mouth without hesitation. I barely finish chewing before I slam my fists against the glass again, harder, more insistent.

"Alright, alright!" Thomas raises his hands in surrender, grabbing another chip and passing it through.

The cycle repeats—chip after chip—my demands growing more aggressive each time. I pound the glass with both fists now, my anger and hunger merging into a single, desperate need.

"Easy," he says softly, sliding another chip through. His voice is calm, steady, but his eyes watch me closely, gauging my every move.

Then the bag finally crinkles empty, I let out a scream of frustration, slamming my fists one last time against the glass. Thomas holds up the empty bag, shaking it lightly.

"That’s all I’ve got," he says, his tone light, almost teasing.

My breathing is ragged, my body trembling from the outburst. Frustration boils over, and I collapse onto the floor, screaming and kicking, my fists pounding against the cold concrete.

He doesn’t react right away, just sits back against the wall, watching me with that same infuriating calm. Then, after a moment, he speaks. "Hey, I’ve got an idea." His voice cuts through my screams, steady but not pushy.

I stop kicking for a moment, glaring at him through tear-streaked eyes.

"How about this," he continues. "When I bring you breakfast tomorrow morning, if you eat a couple of bites, I’ll bring you your own bag of chips at lunch."

I freeze, my chest heaving as I process his words. He could be lying. They’ve lied to me before, after all. But…what if he’s not? My gaze flickers toward the empty bag in his hand. The chips were good. Really good. And if he does lie, I’ll just refuse to eat again.

I sniff, wiping my nose roughly on my sleeve, and glance at him. He meets my eyes, his expression open, almost challenging.

"Deal?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I hesitate for a long moment before rolling away from him, turning my back to the glass. "Fine," I mutter, my voice muffled.

I hear the faint snap of his laptop closing, followed by the soft rustle of him standing. "It’s been a pleasure doing business with you," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I don’t respond, but I hear him knock lightly on the glass. "I’ll see you tomorrow. Try to get some sleep, okay?"

The sound of his footsteps fades as he walks away, leaving me alone in the silence. I curl up tighter, still unsure if I’ve made the right choice.

I wipe my face. I am kinda tired. I crawl into bed and pull the covers up. The room is quiet now, and my body feels heavy with exhaustion. As I close my eyes, the faint taste of salt still lingers on my tongue.

Chips: the universal peacemaker. Who knew the crunch could be so persuasive? Stay tuned for more!

[schizononagesimus]

🎶 they tried to make me go to rehab and i said PLEASE PLEASE HOLY FUCK I FEEL SO BAD WILL NOBODY HELP ME I CANT STOP WHY DOESNT ANYBODY NOTICE HOW BAD IT IS PLEASE HELP

[undistortedworld]

i think if i go to work today i may actually explode or turn into a puddle of mush or some other sort of physical manifestation of a mental breakdown

[rodrickheffley]

test tmr and i thought i only had 1 and a half lectures for today but i had 4 and a half 😭😭😭 plus a ton of practice questions

[ozlices]

im like sincerely so sorry bc my most shameful flaw is that envy is one of my favorite characters in the entirety of fma which is like. listen it's genuinely irredeemable but she knew exactly what she was doing when she made envy the pinnacle of gender envy bc my non-binary ass is NOT immune to feeling the gender envy to the highest degree for that little freak

[dreamyberry]

Isn’t it great when a thing which rationally thinking wouldn’t be a big deal makes you feel awful and it’s like a domino effect that pulls out all the pain buried inside you and makes your bruises burn, and everything tastes so bitter and it’s as if that time you cried a lot for no reason at 7 after having come home from a summer camp is somehow connected to all this

[my-thirteenth-reason]

kicking my feet and giggling (<- just got apologised to)

[orcelito]

ok i am actually so very angry and there's literally nothing i can do to fix it. life keeps going on. she might even be happy. and fuck dude, i'll make sure im happy too, i was a fully developed person before she was in my life and i'll continue to be one without her. but God Damn, the fact that she can just do something so blatantly awful and unfair to me and then run off without any actual repercussions is just so fucking rankling to me.

like perhaps she feels guilty. she said she did when it was all going down. but it was just something she "needed to do". so obviously she didn't feel guilty enough or she wouldnt have done it like that lmaoooo

i really did deserve to have a good solid yell at her. but unfortunately, by the time i did see her in person i just wanted her out of my fucking life. so. no yelling was done, unfortunately.

[summoner-of-mist]

man im having a wanting to die kinda night again :(((((((((

im trying so fucking hard to make friends but i guess i just cant and just gotta die instead

[lloydfrontera]

mmgghh imagine julian having a zoe murphy from deh style breakdown as he tries to reconcile the brother he remembers, the one that abused him for years and years on end, that never brought him anything but pain, that would beat him up for the slightest provocation, with the one that meets him at the academy, the one that saved a city, the one that is working relentlessly to save their family from ruin, the one that defends him from bullies and tells him it was never his fault that others harassed him

just. julian getting to express the rage and confusion and conflicted emotions that would come with the person that abused him for years changing completely out of nowhere and turning into the older brother he'd always wanted.

so don't tell me i didn't have it right don't tell me it wasn't black and white after all you put me through don't say it wasn't true that you were not the monster that i knew

[casboobs]

"it's okay to not know. you're not dumb for not knowing. you're not uncool for not knowing. you weren't there you couldn't have known. you should not feel ashamed asking is not a crime." daily affirmations i tell myself

[petrichorium]

The fav I have the most frequent (and most intense) fights with is actually jing yuan btw