Naw, my dude, sometimes it's you who gotta change
Your stim triggers someone's misophonia. You can try stimming in a slightly different way. Use a silent fidget, or learn the words to songs instead of tunelessly humming. (No, this may not be as satisfying! If you value your relationship, suck it up long enough to TRY accommodating the other person. If you cannot, or if the stress is so great that you MUST stim in the way that triggers them, excuse yourself politely. If you are already in a meltdown, well, shit's gonna happen sometimes.)
Your misophonia is triggered by something involuntary on the other person's part, like crying when in severe pain. Yes, you certainly can ask them to blow their nose more, or to try to modify the volume. But they have bigger problems right now, put in your earplugs, put on your headphones, and be as compassionate as you can be.
Your sense of fairness and justice is violated when the asshole coworker gets away with stuff that does not directly affect you but INCENSES you. Yeah, report her, absolutely. But it is not your job, your place, or your right to get in her face about it. Yes, even when HR does fuck-all. (If her behavior starts directly affecting your ability to do your job, then, YES, report her again. But, still, don't claw up her asshole to yell in her ear.)
I'm sorry, I truly am, this is why we Folk of the Tism feel that the world is out to get us, why we feel helpless and gaslit, I KNOW, I truly do know. Fifty years of knowing.
It absolutely sucks that "not being a complete fuckwad" means we have to sometimes renegotiate our needs in relation to the needs of others.
But, my beloved sibling, if you want to have people in your life, you gotta fucking compromise. They all have needs too.
Solidarity.
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Hey , happy to see your requests are open 😇
Could u write something about Reader accidentally moans her ficational bf name during making out with sukuna and he get all feral and jealous and then he shows her who is her actual bf ? 🫣🔥
Mabye sukuna in his true form ?
𖥔 ──── sukuna reminding you who's your actual bf ‹3 . f!reader, true form sukuna but none of the other characters exist, basically alternative universe, jealous, rough mean sex, size kink, very brief spanking.
you hated to admit that having spent multiple hours scrolling through your phone, double tapping on each edit from that one popular anime character, Gojo Satoru got you hot and bothered. not as if you liked that white haired dude more than your boyfriend, that never, but he had some certain appeal that made your tummy flip, but pfft, it was just a pixel.
Sukuna never questioned your actions, used to having you quietly walk into the living room, plop a knee on the soft couch between his legs where he sat across the surface, and have your lips on his, eager and sloppy with how his tongue immediately seeks entry in your mouth, huge hands on your waist and pulling you down against his chest.
it’s so easy how you melt against his gigantic form, hands on his waist, while Sukuna’s upper pair cup your neck, the other your hips and the tongue in his belly lazily sliding under the hem of your shirt, “mm, Satoru...”
and you stop, just like that, and in the blink of an eye, your boyfriend’s hand grips your chin, tugging your head up to meet his narrowed eyes and evil smirk, oh you’re in big, big trouble.
sometimes when you repeat a word multiple times it starts to lose its coherent meaning, coming out babbled and slurred, that’s what happened with ‘Sukuna’
“S’k-unaa..! m’sorry...!” you squeak for what it seemed like the nth time, words punched out along with your breathing due to every smack of Sukuna’s hips against your soft ass, eyes crossed and drool seeping past your lips.
a sharp smack lands on your ass and you tighten around the cock abusing your g-spot, “say it again, brat” he huffs, having a hand under your chin, the other on your shoulder and both remaining arching your sexy back to reach deeper into your cunt, forcing your walls to suck him deeper at the angle with your belly against the couch, “say it until you remember who’s fucking you good, who makes you cream on this cock” another sharp slap and you gush.
“ca-can...’t” you huff with eyes blurred, ‘i can’t breathe’ is what you attempt to babble.
and Sukuna couldn’t care less, “yes you can, you’ll keep taking this cock until I say so” his voice is rough and mean, right against your ear with his chest against your back, the tongue on his belly licking the skin above your ass. the angle and position sliding his cock impossibly deeper, making you squeak and sob dumbly, his whole immense body basically engulfing you, keeping you helpless under his intense thrusting.
the ring of cream at the base of his shaft, plus the way his cock plunges and drags copious amounts of slick out of your hole just add to the mess on your thighs, and increasing the lewd sound of your juices overflowing and smacking against his pelvis, so messy, so sticky that your brain shuts down.
“keep saying my name, brat, until your pretty little head remembers who is your only man”
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