#time. so i should sleep. but sleep is a waste of time and really i shoulf b writing

[yuckiemouth]

help a girly out here and teach me how to masturbate step by step pls

TMI/OPEN THOUGHTS

Let’s see… I haven’t masturbated in a while because I be busy and my sleep schedule is actually giving me justice, but when I use to stay up, I’ll tell you what I did step by step… man I feel like a teacher 😭

1. PRIVACY

this is obvious, but some idiots get caught, so yeah if you’re able to, LOCK your door, me in a strict house hold, I don’t even have locks, but I never got caught either. So if you don’t have locks on your door or unable to even close it (cuz some parents be doing that), go to the bathroom or better yet, wait til everyone sleep.

If you’re a moaner, pillow rider, vibrator user, dildo user, turn your TV UP!!! Even if you don’t moan, big mama makes SQUELCHING noises, I’m talkin she be wet, so you don’t want no one walking past and be like “WTH?”

2. GET AROUSED.

mindlessly masturbating is such a waste, so I say really set the mood. Turn off the lights or dim them, or better yet LED lights. Optional if you wanna wear sum sexy. To get aroused properly, watch something that you’re attracted to, whether its lesbians, straight sex, BBC, roleplay, etc. whatever that ain’t my business, but if you aren’t able to (say if your parents took your device or your internet is just trash.) USE YOUR IMAGINATION. While imagining whatever you fantasize, caress your inner thighs, knead or suck your own tits, suck your fingers, slowly rub your clit through your underwear, etc.

3. HOW TO MASTURBATE 101 🤓

I ain’t no fingering ass bitch cuz I don’t feel a fuck thing so… As WOMEN, we should know where the clit is (I hope cuz if not where tf have you been?) anyway…. Depending on your anatomy, your clit has a hood (heavy skin) because it’s so fucking sensitive bro. I found out people don’t be feeling nun when they rub big mama is because y’all ain’t pulling the hood up, the mf ain’t cold, take the hood off!! BUT I MUST WARN YOU. Don’t rub yourself too hard because it could be hurtful and could possibly lose feeling on your clitoris, so if you’re rough with your fingers or overly sensitive, keep the hood over it, but if you’re not, PULL IT UP.

Now using your MIDDLE and RING fingers, it’s different strokes people use. The most commonly used one is circulating around it and rubbing side to side. But I’ll tell a little secret.

The way I get off involves 3 techniques.

First, I start off slow, controlled, and even roll my hips with it. Now after some time, I’m aroused, using my arousal as lube y’all hear me out… then i stimulate more by going faster, but soft on the touch. Once I feel like I’m ready, I press harder and go all out, then GOT YA! I’m a edger! I stop when I’m about to cum and slap it a bit to keep her stimulated. Yeah, yeah I know, I get mad TOO when I feel my high go down, but repeating it like 4 times, best nut you’ll experience.

So I circulate, go side to side, and spank her cuz why not. When I’m real horny and feeling rushed, it takes me 10 minutes, but if I have time, 30+.

4. HOW TO CLEAN UP

Now…. Me, this is from experience, I be all over the place. So I go to the bathroom, flush away that water weight, wash my hands and if you’re a squirter (which im not), girl you should already have a towel under you cuz who feel like changing sheets tbh… and NEVER masturbate with underwear, take them off before you even start.

Now people hate talking about it, but YES, masturbating has a smell and you probably won’t smell it because you’re the one doing it, but if another person walk in, they will smell a musky scent SIMPLY because your vagina is an open ORGAN closed with thighs, and you know what creates that? Heat! And you know what heat creates on your body? Sweat. And what SHOULD sweat smell like (since y’all be dirty a lil). MUSK. So to eliminate that smell around the whole room, keep your lower half under covers, use a candle, spray air freshener, keep the air on, inscents or whatever those are called. WHATEVER JUST BLOCK OUT THE SMELL.

And that’s all I got tbh….

[ofdarknesseyes]

It was such a weird fucking feeling, to sleep with someone. Sharing space so close when one is asleep, their most vulnerable state. Toji can’t remember the last time he had shared a bed with someone. Not even just because he’s been dead for how long now? Well, mostly that probably. But still, the only memories he had of sleeping with another person were of Megumi and Megumi’s mother. Perhaps there had been a few times when Tsumiki and Megumi slipped into bed with him. But most of the memories were filled with Megumi. That however was when Megumi was a baby and small. Now his son was grown, almost an adult. It was different now. So different to feel his body solid against his.

Toji was a very light sleeper despite seeming to be dead asleep, he felt it when Megumi would shift when he’d press impossibly closer. When he draped an arm and leg over him. It made his heart feel a certain way he wasn’t quite used to but even more disturbing it made his body feel a way he hadn’t felt in a long long time. Luckily each time he woke mostly from Megumi stirring, once he hugged his son close again, he would drift to sleep just as easily.

That is until Megumi gets up and out of bed. Hearing Megumi enter the bathroom, Toji sprawls out a bit more. His eyes still shut but his ears picked up on every little sound, waiting for Megumi’s return to be able to fall asleep again perhaps. Or was it time to get up? Maybe he’ll get up to wash up too once Megumi is done in the bathroom. He was feeling pretty hungry, which meant it was time to get up soon.

He hears Megumi exit the bathroom but his son does not return to bed. He watches in the dark as Megumi slips his shoes on and heads for the door. Toji wants to laugh, at the fact that he actually feels a little wounded that his son would try and sneak away from him while he is sleeping. Was this payback? Oh well, he deserved it. Plus it wasn’t like he didn’t see this coming. He knew Megumi would come to his senses and realize that Toji was good for nothing, that he was better off without his father. He was probably going to go and attempt to save the man who took care of him and didn’t abandon him. Oh well, this is how things should be. This is what he wanted, for Megumi to run far away from him and forget he exits.

Even if he knows this, somehow a selfish side of him doesn’t seem to want to let go just yet…

“So that’s how it is huh? Not even going to at least say bye to your old man before leaving?”

His smooth voice cut through the silence. Green eyes baring into Megumi as he slowly sits up. Toji knows he should let Megumi and he will if he really wants to but protective instincts won’t let him go easily. What else was he going to do if not protect Megumi? Just roam around waiting to die again? If he is going to die again then he wants it to be in Megumi’s hands or at least protect him.

“You’re not even in any condition to be fighting yet.”

Toji eyes him with almost a critical glare.

“You can do whatever you want kid but if you get yourself killed I’ll be pissed I wasted time nursing you back to health.”

It was as good as it got. Toji’s way of telling his son to be careful.

Truthfully it was warmer than Megumi usually slept at comfortably, but he WAS comfortable. Comfortable and safe in the arms of his fathers. Arms he had not been enveloped by for more than thirteen years yet it felt both familiar and like longing. Something he had been so intimately familiar with that it was almost like breathing yet had it been breath -- he would have died long, long ago. Children never forgot though. Toji's face had become a blur, forced like that because of pain, but children did not forget.

While awake Megumi would not remember how his father held him diligently every day, but the sleeping soul remembered. Megumi snuffled impossibly closer as if he was he was trying to become one with his dad. His knee bent and his leg swung over to get a better hold of his dad. Little beads of sweat doted his forehead, the back of his neck, and even down his back, but he didn't let go... not entirely. More than once Megumi woke up with a little start. Memories of Shibuya, Sukuna, and Mahoraga haunted him... made him feel guilty for having a decent night's rest.

The person who had taken care of him when his father left, Satoru Gojo, had also been bested and trapped. It was Toji's hold he longed for yet it had been Satoru who had been there for Megumi and his sister. It was the guilt, the impending doom, AND it was the strangeness of another person's warmth. He and Tsumiki had shared a futon when they were left alone, and after they moved they occasionally slept in the same bed. It had been a long time since then and even then it was different.

Toji's big arms were around him. His startled heart beat returned to normal and despite his guilt, he nuzzled his face closer. Just one night. Part of Megumi was sure this would never last. He was being too clingy though, wasn't he? He dropped his leg and stopped coiling his arm around his father's torso. He would have moved more but Toji had a firm hold on him and he didn't want to wake the man up. Like a baby, he just curled up against his dad.

It was far too long occupied in his thoughts before he fell asleep. Before he knew it, he had dreams his father was walking out the door. Dreams, rather nightmares, Satoru and Toji were arguing. Satoru was dead. Yuji was missing. He woke up comfortable of body but distraught of mind. It was morning but the light was shielded by the thick curtains. Only the faintest of traces of light hit the hit edges of the wall and ceiling let Megumi know what time it was. He moved his head to look at his father.

It was near pitch black but he thought he could make out his father's sleeping expression. He looked scary yet handsome. A full bladder knocked Megumi into action, and he so very slooowly extricated himself from his father. Part of the boy's face and his arm were numb from being so flush against another body and for such a long amount of time. He moved off the bed as carefully as he could and went to the bathroom where he emptied his bladder, washed his face, and brushed his teeth.

The walls were thick in such a nice hotel that the noise shouldn't have disturbed Toji. Megumi still great care not to disturb the man. He didn't know why. They had to move away from their fucked up family vacation. With no phone and no way to communicate with his classmates and senseis, Megumi really felt guilty and out of the loop; they were probably worried sick. He didn't know what he was doing but Megumi put on his boots and began tip toeing for the door when he heard the mattress creak.

[all-pacas]

i have been poking at this for ages and i hate it but i am BOUND AND DETERMINED to write fluff someday so here we go:

(you might recognize the first bit, i'm pretty sure i posted it before, i've been trying to make this story work for a LONG FUCKING TIME)

-

Chase buys the ring a few days before Valentine’s.

It’s the sort of expensive, impulsive purchase Cameron likes to tease him about: trust fund brat, she called him whenever he’d come home with a new TV or one of those new iPhones, and he likes to play into it, careless with money he really can’t afford to waste, all to make her laugh and tease him in the way she does: What would you do without me? she’d asked once, spotting him twenty bucks in the cafeteria.

Nothing, he thinks. And: nothing.

He’d gone to the jeweler’s looking for a Valentine’s Day present, so he buys a pair of earrings, too. Pearl, because Cameron has been hinting, and Chase finds it easier to do what she wants.

-

Valentine’s, Cameron gets stuck with a double shift. Chase has two appendixes and assists on a laminectomy and should spend the rest of his shift on transcriptions. Except House is sniffing around the OR via Kutner and Taub, and somehow it is crucially important House doesn’t so much as lay eyes on him: Chase knows, knows he’ll take one look and know about the ring, about all of it.

He does a couple extra hours in the clinic to avoid this. Has dinner with Cameron in the cafeteria at the end of his shift: she’s tired and quiet and only has fifteen minutes to wolf down her sandwich before she’s due back in the ER. He’s wondering if he should remind her of the day — Cameron can get weird about this sort of thing — but she has to go before he can really make up his mind. Gives him a tired smile and a quick kiss. “Don’t wait up for me,” she warns.

“Because you’ll wake me up when you get home?” he jokes, hopeful.

She laughs. “You wish.”

-

He’s asleep when she gets home, late that night. Stirs when he hears the shower, but wakes abruptly when she jumps him, almost literally: straddles him heavily and nips his jaw and kisses him until he rouses: she is slippery and damp from the shower, her hair wet and heavy and cold when it falls on his cheek, his shoulder.

They make love and he thinks about the ring after. He’s sleepy but Cameron is restless after a long shift, tired and simultaneously too wound up to sleep: he tries to stay awake to keep her company. She talks about her day, about running into Foreman in the locker room at one in the morning. House’s case and his team’s all nighter and Chase doesn’t like that much: not the lull and hum of her voice recounting symptoms and gossip but the way he can hear her smiling.

“Hey,” he interrupts, not opening his eyes — “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

She breaks off; considers. “It’s two in the morning,” she teases.

They had an argument last year about it. She’d first asked him out the day after Valentine’s, he maintains: Cameron insists their anniversary isn’t actually until April. One of those little things. It bothers him, but he tries not to let it. Doesn’t matter, he’d told her: of course it does, she’d said. Otherwise our anniversary would be - what. That first time?

Why not? he’d asked, half joking, enjoying the indignant flush on her face. He’d like that, sometimes. To go back through the calendar, to push back the start of their relationship and make it so: not two years but three, five, six. He hums, shifts in the bedding. “I love you,” he says, and holds his breath until she murmurs it sleepily back.

-

In the morning he remembers to give her the earrings, and Cameron is appreciative, admires them nicely. She has the day off and Chase very reluctantly gets dressed for work. Cameron has been known to raid his shirts and sweaters for herself so he’d hidden the ring in the drawer with his socks and underwear, where he doubts she’d go looking: he bumps up against it while looking for socks.

“What time are you off work?” Cameron asks when he emerges, stretched out on the sofa with a coffee and wearing one of his sweatshirts and her new earrings.

“Not too late if we don’t get drowned in add-ons,” he says absently, looking for his bag and finding it behind the sofa. And then, experimentally: “Happy anniversary.”

“Don’t start,” Cameron sighs, and he tries to parse if she is more annoyed or amused or just hasn’t had her coffee yet.

Smiling over at her takes no effort, is not a lie. “Start what?” he asks, leaning over to give her a kiss.

She hums and doesn’t otherwise answer the question, brushing her palm over his cheek, stopping to fold down his collar. “Let me know if you have to work late.”

“I will.” Straightening, he admires her a moment: Cameron’s hair is unbrushed, she is wearing pajama pants and his sweatshirt, in his apartment with no intention of leaving. “I like you,” he says, and not marry me.

She smiles. “I like you too.”

-

He leaves the ring in his sock drawer. According to Cameron, their anniversary is in April. He can wait, he thinks.

[shokupanda]

me when time moves forward at a steady pace: how the fuck is it more than halfway through july already. this fuckers rapidly sprinting when im not looking huh

[tinyfantasminha]

👍

[deus-ex-mona]

“i’m all alone, but i’m as happy as can be!”

[superfluouskeys]

i am literally a hopeless case LOL

[skitskatdacat63]

I forgot how far apart the sprint shootout and the sprint always are 😒 literally like 4 hours, what do you want me to do in that time 😭

[rosicheeks]

🤷🏽‍♀️

[thethingything]

I hate that we keep getting to about midnight and being like "okay I'm too exhausted to stay upright and my back hurts too much" and then accidentally falling asleep but then when we wake up a few hours later we're either just as exhausted or potentially feel even worse but our options are to either try and sit up anyway, or end up falling asleep again and getting a total of like 7 hours of sleep where absolutely none of it was actually restful

[tardis--dreams]

God i could have such a chill evening if it wasn't for that doctor's appointment tomorrow morning looming over me

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[navree]

the Return To Adderall of 2023 (sorry to everyone who's already getting sick of me posting about what it's like to be back on medication but pls remember the last time i had this in my system was in 2018, i am Readjusting) means that i am now so incredibly focused and i'm gonna actually take a look at my drafts folder and see if i can work on whatever seems the most done

[kalashtars]

I hate having anxiety

[retiredteabag]

Sukuna assimilating to you

Synopsis: After discovering that Sukuna has been wide awake every time you nap together, you become embarrassed around him.

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It is a scientific fact that when we are around people we love and trust, while in a healthy relationship, the release of oxytocin makes us sleepy.

Sukuna does not need sleep. He is the king of curses, able to continuously use his technique without ever becoming exhausted. When you first suggested that his chambers were "perfect for napping", he had simply raised a brow and considered what that could possibly mean.

You are like a weak creature to him. A kitten or perhaps a rabbit. And since you are never safer than when you are in his presence, you frequently find yourself growing sleepy when you are around him.

Throughout your strange relationship with the king, something that you loved most, is that there never needs to be words exchanged between the two of you. You were both contented to sit in silence. Frequently dozing off together, or so you thought.

You caught on eventually, that he was always awake before you. That his breathing pattern never really changed. That his face never relaxed more than it would if he had simply been sitting with his eyes closed.

One morning, after having stayed the night sleeping, you mumbled to him, "How is it you're always awake before I?"

He rose a brow at you, his upper set of eyes were looking into yours, the lower staring at how you lay across his bed sheets.

"I do not know your meaning." He grumbled out.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You never sleep in longer than I do, one day I would like to wake up before you."

"I never sleep at all." He stated before you had even really finished your sentace.

"What?" Your breathy outburst echoed slightly in his bed chamber, "What do you mean you don't sleep?"

"I do not require such things." He turned his torso now toward you, all four eyes studying your face, you had quickly sprung up, seemingly miffed.

"So... so all this time, you've just been... laying there while I've been sleeping?"

"I suppose I have, I do not see how this matters in the slightest." "It matters because I've been... It's just been a big waste of time for you. Sukuna you should have said something." You're upset, he can tell. Your face is scrunched up, your blood is pounding in your veins. Sukuna, however, does not know what to say in this situation.

In all honesty, he figured you knew and were just including him. Did you really think he was that weak? Or could you simply not conceive of a restless existence? Whatever the answer, he had no response for you, expecting a shrug of the shoulders- you he would discover, would not so easily let go of things.

And how humiliated you were. How many HOURS had you spent sleeping with him, within his grasp, in his space for him to have been conscious the whole time? You tried thinking back, attempting to recall a time you had requested a nap when he was uninterested.

He had never uttered a word about it. Never turned you down. Sukuna was not a kind king, he rarely ever did things that were not out of necessity, and he certainly did not do things he didn't like. That, at least, was consolation. You knew he had not been suffering for your sake, but even so, it was embarrassing.

Sukuna, still, could not understand your sheepishness about the subject. He did not care to explain that time works differently for him, that his mind is not so simple as yours and does not require entertainment all the time, that he could sit still for years and not be bothered, and frequently did before you came along.

He assumed you would get over it quickly. In your time as well as his. But days passed and he rarely saw you. You took your dinner with other people of the palace and spoke with him in the most cordial manner. One night, he informed Uraume that they needed to prepare a dish suited for you, something that would entice you, and serve it to him.

He figured this would bring you crawling back to him, tail between your legs. Yet, you did not budge.

Odd.

You were wallowing. You knew it. He did not care to spend time, what? Watching you sleep? Of course, he wouldn't, but it hurt your pride, to know you had been taking up such huge chunks of time lazing about in his presence. Well, not anymore. You slept in your chamber and your chamber alone. Gone were the days of blankets on the engawa, gone were the days of resting beneath the kotatsu while laying your head in his lap, gone were the days of sharing his bed.

If ever he wished for someone to share his bed, he had a whole cast of concubines, though you knew they were never of any use to him, they were mostly just house staff with a fancy title.

The evening he finally decided enough was enough, you were in the washhouse doing laundry.

Your back was arched over a bin full of soapy water. Your hands working tirelessly on some cloth.

"Have you not circumvented me enough?" He spoke in a low and slow tone.

"Lord Sukuna." You bowed, clothing in your hands, suds up your forearms, you bent your neck as to not look at him.

"You will reply now." He raised a brow, watching your hands quietly splash in the washbin.

"Was there something you would like me to assist to?" You questioned. Your head was full of possible reasons for what the king meant by seeking you out personally.

"Do you believe that by not sleeping in my presence I would come to believe you do not require rest?" He spoke in an unserious tone, eyes unblinking.

"No, my lord." Now what was he playing at? Of course that wasn't your intention.

"Then you hide yourself from me because you no longer have time for your king, I suppose." He mused.

Oh, for heaven's sake, "No, my lord."

"I see," He bent down to look you dead in the eyes, "So, you must no longer crave my occupancy of your space. You must not desire my hand running through your hair? I suppose you have tired of staying in my chambers?" His tone remained deep but his eyes were dead serious now.

"I-" You began, but suddenly you felt the urge to cough, swallowing you tried again, "I wished not to preoccupy so much of your time."

"And you made this decision without enlightening your king."

You said nothing.

"You will eat with me tonight, you shall stay in my chambers henceforth." He rose in record speed, turning without a second glance your way, maids were staring wide-eyed at the king of curses as he halted at the entrance of the washhouse. You could not see, but there was finality in his voice.

"I wish not to waste-" You were cut off by Sukunas voice, his broad back still facing you.

"Your wishes do not interest me now, so it seems. It is my wish for you to spend your time with me." His steps resounded through the compound, your face slack.

The maids smirked, and with shocked faces, side-eyed one another. A couple entered the washhouse giving you big open-mouthed smiles, and patted your shoulder as they passed.

That night Uraume made something you would go on to beg them to make for years to come. And when Sukuna pulled you prone from your seated position on his bed, he took a firm fingertip and stroked the space between your eyes, one of his enormous hands encircling your skull and massaging your temples with his thumb and ring fingers. He traced the bridge of your nose to your forehead, the way you would stroke a cat.

Perhaps he thought this would induce drowsiness but all it did was make you feel all floaty inside at his silliness.

And for the first time since that night, you slept alongside him. Within his embrace, and when you awoke, Sukuna's eyes were closed.

[kavehater]

I MEAN THIS IN THE MOST NOT COCKY WAY POSSIBLE BUT I GENUINELY THINK THAT EVERYONE NEEDS TO BE LOVED THE WAY I LOVE PEOPLE