#was feeling good today i like my tummy today

[pintrestgrl]

I have so many thoughts about Barry, it's honestly sickening

Barry treating you like air the whole day in front of any customer just to come up to you at night wrapping his arm around you "is my baby sad, hmm?" only to then whisper in your ear as he grabs a fistful of hair "stop crying like a little bitch and get down on your knees with a smile"

I dont even know anymore barry has fried my brain

this is sooooo precious n barry coded.

anyways i love barry and his limp hairy dick that’s all

PRECIOUS ND’ BARRY.

you knew to be quiet. just like you were taught; how you were trained. quiet as a mouse, all the time. barry stayed home today, something ‘bout the law being on his ass. he told his customers to come to him, instead.

you sat in your room for a bit, painting your toes. but you got bored, wanted attention. so you quietly opened the door, seeing barry on the frayed couch. counting money.

you sat next to him, facing him. you sat on your legs, propping your hands on his thigh. looking at him. he didn’t even bother to look up at you, though. too busy ‘worried ‘bout more important shit.’ you frowned.

you attempted to nuzzle up into his neck, but he pushed you away by your throat. “hi.” you spoke, sheepishly. he looked up at your pupils, for the first time today.

he looked you up and down, almost judgmental. he scoffed. “what you need, kid. spit it out.” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “nothin’— wanted to talk to you.” he laughed meanly, lowly. “go back in your room. you ain’t needa be out here.”

you stared down, disappointingly. but you would listen. you knew you would. he knew too. you did, always. wouldn’t dare utter a complaint to him. you got up, making your way back to your room. you cried for a little bit, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. almost begging for an ounce of remorse. attention.

however, you soon gave up and went to sleep. you had nothing better to do anyway. you slept for a bit, till it was at least dark. that was, till you felt a cold hand snake up to your tummy. you flinched, waking up.

he chuckled lowly, whispering in your ear. “you was cryin’ like a baby, huh? my precious was upset— like a little baby.” you frowned, embarrassingly nudging your head back into the pillows.

tears filled your eyes again at his mean words, before you almost shrieked at him pulling your head up by your hair. he harshly pulled your scalp to rest under his propped up arm.

he was leaning over you, almost like he was a predator. taking his prey. taking what he, thought he deserved. “stop fuckin’ cryin’ like you still a little girl— always fuckin’ cryin. sick of that shit, precious.”

you made eye contact with him, your chest rising and falling. “you gonna act like you fuckin’ want this— got it?” he said, not waiting for a reply before pulling your dead weight body to sit up. he pulled out his growing hard dick, before shoving it past your lips.

he threaded your hair into his hands, guiding your movements. “fuck— just take dad’s dick— okay? be grateful. be grateful for what i give you.” you whined around his length, feeling him hit the back of your throat.

he continued his movements, his dick soon twitching between your pink lips. “so fuckin’ dumb. seriously— don’t even know why i keep you here precious.” he spoke, with a groan. he soon came, promptly pulling out of your mouth.

he never did that.

he came on your face, almost to embarrass you. which worked. you had his sticky cum stuck in your lashes, a bit in your hair, and resting on your plump lips. he took a good look at your face; smiling. “lookin’ pretty, baby.” he spoke.

he grabbed your chubby cheeks, pulling them apart and forcing you into a toothy smile. “looks like you enjoyed that shit just fine— huh? knew you liked it.”

and maybe his words were right, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t avoid him for hours after it.

[melancholyfleurs]

happy tummy tuesday - from a femme trying very hard to love my body everyday 🫶🏻

[m-eltdown]

[moeblob]

I literally ate One Thing today and my stomach has decided to rebel.

[daz4i]

damn. first time since i started taking buses again. the bus had issues and the driver got all of us off in the middle of the way

[bunnyboy-juice]

my therapist validated me in ways I'm realizing I've almost never been validated in my life and like. idk i think something genuinely healed in me

[toytulini]

i dont want to give in to Modern Shapewear but i really hate when im trying to have a Fun Outfit and theres fucking Distinct Lines from various under wear bands (bra, undies, maybe a pair of tights?) all at separate points? that are impossible to hide bc the outer wear is fucking form fitting spandex

[thompsborn]

looking back and rereading the tbaf series so far for funsies and what the fuck there are SO many typos like i know i posted all of tbaf without proofreading or editing or having a beta reader or anything but also like. jesus christ. i swear i know how to form sentences and words properly please don’t use tbaf as a judgement on my ability to function as a writer

[cryolyst]

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[phagodyke]

tummy hurts my final message goodbye

[limedotsoda]

upon further inspection this might be my period again so i could just be experiencing Puberty Period Emotions

[vanity-complex]

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[ryssbelle]

No link intober for today, got busy, so I'll just have to do two prompts for day 9 XD

[andrewmnyard]

i wanna like…. throw up! or something! aaaaaaaaaaah!!!

[running-in-the-dark]

sometimes I don't do anything (productive/useful) for days and it makes me feel so bad and gross and worthless

then I have a good day and do so much

maybe, just maaaybe, that has something to do with one or more of the following:

I'm in some level of pain most days

when I'm in pain I can't do much

some days my executive dysfunction is (much) worse than others and I physically can't make myself get up and do things no matter how much I want or need to

I get overwhelmed when there's too many things that need to get done because I see all of them all of the time and untangling that mess in my head takes so much energy and effort

when I've been feeling bad for a bit things get messy because my partner is busy with work, so then I feel too overwhelmed to even get started

I want to do all the things, I make lists and I try and try and try, even when I don't feel great - but then I just end up feeling worse

but no my brain is still convinced it must be because I'm lazy and don't want to contribute anything or whatever

[fleurmeadows]

It’s nap time 😴