#when my wrists are too fucky

[bones-n-bookles]

Why did my coworker call me handsome twice today

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my wrist has been bugging me for two days now and its not enough to be truly impeding, but i do notice it like every 5 minutes whenever i move my hand wrong.

the only upside is that its my left hand (non-dominant), cuz it would have been so much worse if not.

[niceboyeds]

okay but Eddie’s face when you show him a nude you’ve taken for the first time? you cannot tell me he wouldn’t be so flustered from seeing you pose seductively in lingerie you picked out just for him.

18+ MDNI

“do you like it, baby? i thought black was your favorite color?” you tease, seeing his face redden at the sight of you in the photo.

“i— fuck i love it. i love it. you look so fucking good.�� he stumbles out, eyes still roaming the polaroid that he holds oh-so carefully in his hands.

“oh good. i was worried the photo wouldn’t do that set justice.”

“it uh… it most certainly does.” he gives an encouraging nod, looking back and forth between you and the picture.

“well that’s kinda too bad. i mean, i wore it over here just in case so you could really see it. but if the picture is perfect then i suppose it’s not necessary.”

you continue to tease, pulling your shirt down to confirm that the lingerie is underneath your clothes.

seeing the black strap of the bra is all he needs to set the polaroid down and make his way over to you. you could feel just how hard he was through his jeans as he collided with you.

“you better fuck me better than you’ll fuck yourself to my nude later, Munson.”

“oh baby, you’re so much better than my hand.”

he rips off your shirt and jeans, leaving you in the black lace, before stripping himself down completely naked. you go to help remove your bra and panties but he instead reaches to pin your hands above your head.

“leave it on. god i mean, look at you?! fuck i could cum just at the sight of you like this.”

“yeah? you like seeing me pinned underneath you in nothing but a couple thin pieces of lace? you better prove it.”

with one hand still holding your wrists, he uses the other to pull your thong to the side and guide his cock into your wet hole.

he pushes in slowly at first, both of you moaning at the feeling after waiting what felt like an eternity. in actuality it was maybe 10 minutes, but the wetness that pooled in your panties begs to differ.

“fuck Eddie!” you whine out, feeling him bottom out inside of you and craving more friction. “please move.”

“so funny how the one who did all the teasing is now the one begging for more.” he smirks, looking down at the mess you’re making on him.

you start to grind your hips against him, urging him to move but he says strong. moving his head down to your chest, he licks your nipple through the mesh lace bra. the feeling makes you shudder, but still needing more.

“Eddie! please fuck me!” you moan out, feeling his cock pulsing inside of you. and with that last plea, he does. he fucks you hard.

his mouth continues to move up and down your chest and neck, leaving marks everywhere they linger. his strokes are hard and fast as he brings his free hand back down to your aching cunt.

using his fingers to hold your panties out of the way, he rubs his thumb against your sensitive clit. he rubs harder and faster as his strokes become more sloppy, a tell-tale sign that he’s close but wants you to finish first.

you can feel yourself approaching your climax, it’s growing more and more intense as he continues to fuck you harder than he has before.

“shit Eds! i’m so close!”

“cum for me doll, show me how much you love it when i fuck you in your little panties and bra.” you moan loudly at his words, nearly forgetting complete that this all started because of the photo you gave him.

but with one final pump, you finally reach your orgasm. he follows behind with a few more strokes, letting his warm cum soak your dripping pussy.

he removes his cock from you and releases your wrists from his grasp. you feel your thong get placed back to cover you up before you start to drift off to sleep.

he crawls up beside you on the bed, holding you close and his fingers roam your body softly as if to soothe you.

with a yawn you cuddle into him more, whispering to him that you’ll make sure to take more photos for him. and you will certainly have to if it means he’ll keep fucking you like that.

[halfbloodprill]

i LOVE your luke stuff! could you do a mean!luke x reader smut where reader is his second in command on the princess andromeda? she’s his most loyal supporter and follows him around like a lost puppy

authors note- hii! i’m super duper glad u like my stuff 🤭 and ofc! i love this request sm. i hope u enjoy <3 requests r still open ;) keep sending :)

smut under cut !!!

imagine reader who just trails after luke every where he goes. she’s there to witness all of his moods. there to witness when he grins and has a glint in his eyes from triumph. there to witness his sneer when things don’t go according to plan and there to witness his fiery anger. she saw this at its peak after percy and his two friends escaped princess andromeda in the som.

luke let out a loud scream in frustration after the realization of percy’s escape.

“god fucking damn it,” he says heatedly as he storms off from the hull of the ship to the bridge.

you trail after him in his wake.

“luke, are you okay?” you ask sweetly. you’re nervous for his answer.

he turns quickly at you after your question and answers. “Obviously fucking not. Kronos needs Percy and that fucking fleece.” He scans your face as you stare at him blankly, unable to conjure up an appropriate response to validate his frustrations and disappointment.

“ ‘m sorry luke. How can I help you?” you ask sweetly as your look up at him with your doe eyes.

“I know a few ways, princess,” luke answers with a smirk. He roughly grabs your wrists and pulls you to his quarters.

And here you end up with luke fucking into you hard and fast. Your back is arched at an impossible angle. You’re whining and drooling into the sheets. your mind is numb from the sheer force and pace he has set for you. You look over your shoulder to see luke with his shirt between his teeth, abs glistening with sweat and you feel him practically stirring your insides.

“mmm. luuuke. feels so good- you’re so deep” you croon

“Yeah that feels good,slut?” he says as he releases his shirt from his mouth’s grip. “your pussy is so right you know that? you were made to be my little cock sleeve. your only job, baby girl. just to be used by me yeah?”

you nod dumbly at his words. you really were made for him. he fit you so perfectly in your snug and warm cunt.

“oh shit your cunt is so good. you’re gonna take everything i give you right? like a good little girl?” luke groans out and your pussy clenches down on him at his words.

“nghh yes. wanna be your good girl. gonna take it. i can take it, sir” you moan back at him. Luke moans at the name you call him.

“so fucking obedient.” he reached down and runs your clit at an impossible pace, hoping to push you over that edge and pull an orgasm from you.

“come on, slut. come for me. be a good girl and cum.” and at his words you feel yourself lost to your own climax. you’re whining and moaning, body shaking from the sheer pleasure you feel.

“oh shit. that’s a good girl. you’re so good. feels so fucki- fucking tight.” You feel empty suddenly as he pulls out and pulls your waist and flips you onto your back.

you close your eyes and hum at the calming of your climax.

“you didn’t think we were done, did you? that’s the first one you little slut. you wanted to help me right? you’re gonna help me now, bitch.”

he roughly pushes back in your sopping, puffy hole in one go and you whine at the sudden intrusion. “lu-luke. pleasee- too much. i’m so sensitive,” you claim as your eyes fill with your tears. your hands go up to cover your face from the overstimulation.

“too fucking bad. lay here at take all of it,” he says as he pulls almost all the way out and roughly thrusts back in you.

“oh shittt you’re still tight as fuck. thought it would be looser since i just fucked you. your hole is just too small and tight for me. yeah? that’s okay baby girl. i’ll just get you niceee and loose.” luke continues his pace.

you uncover your face and reach for his face, hinting at your desire for a kiss.

“please luke. wanna kiss you. please, sir. i’m yours,” you say quietly.

“aww my little baby. so needy for me. do you deserve it?” luke taunts you.

“yes! yesss just wanna make you cum, sir! i’ll do anything plea-please kiss me.” you whine for his affection.

he finally obeys and you indulge in a sloppy kiss. luke pulls away as he groans, close to the edge of his climax. “fuckk your cunt is too tight. i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna take my cum yeah, my little cum dump?”

you nod dumbly at his words and babble praise.

“yes yes yes!” you chant. “wanna make you feel good. take anything you give me.” at those words, luke empties himself in you. you whimper at the warmth you feel in yourself from him. your eyes fall shut and you feel a sharp sting from lukes palm.

“don’t fall asleep slut. i’ll let you have a break, we aren’t done yet. gonna paint your face in my cum next.”

[honeybear-yammy]

hey love could you possibly do a rafe x reader but shes a pogue at a part but rafe has had his eye on her and hes super horny so he pulls her aside and whispers sweet nothings into hear "you deserve s much than that pogue" "you make me so hard pretty girl."

Better Than A Pogue

Warnings: cursing, smut, partying, mentions of alcohol, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex.

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Pogue Reader

Summary: In which Rafe can't keep his eyes off Y/N when they are both at a party which leads to Rafe trying to make Y/N his.

Author's Note: y'all I'm so sorry that I haven't been writing recently. I have just been having a hard time writing and getting ideas and inspo and all that.

© Honeybear-Yammy 2023, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You were at a party up on Figure Eight that your friends Kiara and Sarah invited you to. You were always someone who was down for parties and loved them but, from the second you got there you felt like someone had their eyes on you. You could feel someone watching you as you, Kiara, and Sarah were dancing and drinking. You went with the other girls to get a refill when Kie gently nudged your arm.

"What?" You asked as you looked over to Kiara. "Do you see that?" Kie asked. "See what?" You asked as you corked your brow. "Rafe.. he won't stop staring at you." Kiara mumbled as she looked over at him before looking away back down at her red solo cup. "I- why the fuck is my brother being so creepy towards you?" Sarah asked. "I mean.. he's just looking over here. He may not even be looking at me." You said. "Trust me, his eyes are 100% on you, Y/N." Sarah said.

"Why would Rafe Cameron be staring at me anyways? I'm a fucking Pogue. He hates my kind." You said. "I know.." Kiara said. "It makes no sense, I know but, he is clearly looking at you." Kie said. "Whatever." You said with a huff before a smile appeared on your face. "I mean we came here to have fun so, why aren't we doing that now?" You said with a chuckle. The three of you got drinks and decided to go back out on the dance floor and dance together, putting Rafe into the back of your mind for now.

You never expected the night to turn out like this. The night began with you going to a Kook party with your best friends Kiara and Sarah to you being in bed with the one Kook you hated the most, Rafe Cameron. You gasped and moaned out as he thrusted into you. He was fucking you at a rough and fast pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist and put your hands in his hair but, Rafe was quick to pin your wrists down on the bed.

You whimpered a little as he did so but, your whimper was cut off by a loud moan when he hit your g-spot. Once he hit it, he didn't stop hitting your sweet spot over and over again. The feeling of it was euphoric. Your eyes rolled and your back arched off the bed as he fucked you roughly. You didn't want this moment to end. You had never been fucked this good before. You felt that familiar knot building up in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

"I- fuck!" You moaned out. "Fuck- Rafe I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out as you clenched around his hardened cock. He moaned out when you clenched around him, the feeling sending him closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck, come on princess, cum for daddy." Rafe said with a devilish smirk before groaning out. With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as you squirted all over his cock and on the bed. Rafe thrusted into you a few more times before cumming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you.

You began to catch your breathe as he slowly pulled his cock out of your now soaked pussy before laying down beside you breathlessly. You managed to roll onto your side to face him and he looked over at you. He was all sweaty and his face was reddened. "God Rafe I had you but, I gotta admit you're so fucking good in bed." You said with a smirk. He smirked as well. "God Y/N I hate you too but, I fucking love your pussy." He smirked more. Rafe looked away for a moment before looking back at you with a mischievous grin. "How about we go for round two?" He asked. "Fuck yes." You said with a giggle before pulling him over and kissing him roughly.

Author's Note: tysm for reading! I'm working on my new taglist!

[daisyvisions]

Not Part Of The Mission - (k.yh)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), spy!au, colleagues to lovers (they bicker, but they’re not enemies), mentions of violence (i.e. fighting and killing, guns and knives mentioned) heavy kissing, slight dry humping, slight spit kink, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex (be safe irl! this is just a fic), creampie, pet name (sweetheart)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word count: 2.6K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: My delayed birthday entry for our resident bread boy. His current long hair reminded me again of his maverick era and I just had to write about it. Wishing nothing but the best for his bday month and their comeback!

"Who are we looking for exactly?" you impatiently ask, your hands perched on your hips.

"Well, according to the file, his name is Ji Changmin. But that's not who we're looking for right now," he replies, his eye glued to the telescope.

"Then who the hell are we looking for?"

"Can you relax? Our job is to stake out. I thought Sangyeon made that clear?"

"Yeah, but to stake out for FIVE hours?" you exclaim. Younghoon pulls away from the telescope and lets out a big sigh.

"Unless you have any other better ideas, I suggest you shut that mouth of yours, sweetheart." He looks up at you.

"Ew, I told you to stop calling me that." You wince at the nickname.

"Why? Is it doing anything for you?" His smug smile makes you want to punch him in the gut.

"In your dreams," you scoff. "Taking fifteen. Going to get some fresh air for a bit."

"Don't walk too far, alright? We were told to stay put until we get orders." Younghoon warns.

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill."

"I swear to god if anything happens to you--"

"I'll be fine, okay? Can you not watch me like a hawk for once?" Your eyebrows knit together.

"Well, sweetheart, it's not my fault you nearly got yourself screwed over the last mission. I was put on specific orders to make sure you don't go rogue again like last time."

"I told you to stop calling me that!" You stomp your foot on the ground.

Younghoon barks out a laugh. "You're so cute when you get mad. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"How did I end up getting stuck with you for this mission?" you hiss.

"Because you love me, that's why." He grins back.

You scowl at him before turning around to walk out.

"Fifteen minutes, okay? If you don't come back, I'm going out to look for you." Younghoon shouts, but you flip him off in response and head out of the room.

To be honest, you're not really sure where you're heading. You just want to get out of that room for a moment before you start to lose your mind. This wasn't the kind of action you signed up for when you joined the special ops. You wanted to be out there in the field, actually putting into practice all the hours you spent training.

Since that last mission, it's as if everyone on the team is constantly watching over you like a child. It's not your fault you deviated from the plan. Sure, things became a little messy, but if it wasn't for you, you wouldn't have gotten the viable information you needed to close down the case. You shake off your thoughts and just mindlessly walk around instead.

As you walk around the abandoned building, hand gripping the gun in your pocket, you see an open window ahead of you. The view of the sun setting in front of you is incredibly breathtaking. You decide to lean your arms on the ledge and look out for a moment and just get lost in its beautiful orange hues.

You can't remember the last time you saw a sunset as beautiful as this.You're put out of your trance as you hear footsteps behind you. You huff in annoyance and turn around.

"Younghoon... It hasn't even been fifteen minutes. Can you just give me a fucki--" You let out a loud gasp. Strong hands are gripping your wrists. It's not Younghoon, but a henchman you've seen earlier on in the mission.

You try to fight him off, but he's stronger than any of the other enemies you've ever encountered. His weight causes you to lose balance and fall to the ground. As he tries to pin you down even further, you pull out the gun from your pocket but it ends up getting swatted out of your grip.

As you try to struggle to get out of his grasp, the henchman pulls out a knife from his pocket, attempting to push it against your neck. You use all your might to push back but feel your strength quickly decreasing. You close your eyes and slowly accept your fate.

Suddenly, the weight of the henchman on top of you disappears and you hear him scream in pain. You open your eyes to see his arm stabbed by his own knife. And in a flash, you see Younghoon gripping his collar and punching him like there's no tomorrow before finally shooting him down.

Your heart pumps so fast against your chest from everything happening so quickly. Faster than anything that has ever happened to you during missions.

"Shit--" Younghoon huffs out, briefly shaking his hand from the numbing feeling of his knuckles before combing his hair back with his fingers. He immediately walks towards you, lowering himself down to hold your body upright and swinging your arm around his shoulder for support. He quickly walks you both back to the stakeout room.

As soon as he closes and locks the door, he turns around and steps forward closer to you with worry in his eyes.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks your arms, face, any sign of injury.

"N-no. I'm fine." You quietly answer, avoiding his eyes.

"Fuck-- If I had been there too late, I might've lost you." He cups your face between his hands, looking into your eyes, still breathing heavily from what happened earlier. You try your best at this moment not to blush, especially with his face being this close to yours.

His hands lower to your waist, still holding you tight to make sure you're alright.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again. You slowly nod in response, as your mind is distracted from the way his hands feel on your body. Your heart's still pumping fast but now for a different reason.

Your heart aches the moment he pulls away and lets go of your waist, wanting to feel his warmth again seeping through your clothes. You impulsively reach out to grab his collar, making him turn around.

"Wha--" Younghoon doesn't even have the time to react properly as soon as you pull him close and press your lips against his. You quickly pull back, both your eyes widening at what just happened.

"Oh my god." You panic.

"I'm sorry. I just-- I don't know why I just did that-- oh my god, I'm so stupid, I'm so sor--"

"Shut up--" Younghoon grabs your waist to pull you close, quickly leaning forward to kiss you again. You deepen the kiss further as you feel your arms around his neck, making him groan in the process.

You both move your lips in sync with one another as you run your fingers through his hair and his arms start slowly embracing you. He pulls away from your lips quickly to catch his breath before diving back in to snake his tongue inside your mouth.

You let out a desperate whine feeling the wet muscle intertwining with yours, encouraging Younghoon to keep on going. He quickly walks you back till your ass hits the ledge of the desk, deepening his kiss even further as you slightly lean backwards.

His hands suddenly grip your hips and lift you up to make you sit. You both hastily swat anything that was previously on the table before he lays you down on the surface. Your legs immediately wrapping around his torso like a magnet, pulling his body closer to yours. Both of you feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

His kisses start traveling to the side of your jaw, making their way down to the side of your neck. His teeth lightly graze your sensitive skin before lightly nipping and sucking, the sensation making you whimper from its pleasurable pain. He licks and kisses the sensitive part to soothe the sting for a moment before going back to kissing you on the lips once again.

Damn, he's a really good kisser, you think to yourself. His lips molding into yours so perfectly, its pillow-like texture making you take his lower lip between your teeth and nipping them. Younghoon lets out a very deep moan, the vibrations coursing throughout your body.

He presses his body onto yours even more, feeling his hard length pressing against your aching core. His hips start to roll as your legs try to pull him closer, making you both moan into each other's mouths from the delicious friction happening down below.

Desperate for each other, you reach to unbutton your pants and lift your hips slightly so he could pull them out and toss them somewhere on the side. Younghoon then pushes you onto your back and grabs both your wrists with one hand to pin them down above your head. His other hand lightly squeezes and cups your jaw between his fingers.

"Open." he commands. "What?" you look at him with half-lidded eyes.

Without hesitation, he immediately squeezes your cheeks to open your mouth and lets his spit drop inside, making you gasp from the unexpected move. He lets go of your jaw and pushes his two fingers inside your mouth. You involuntarily suck on them before he pulls them out and shoves them beneath your underwear to rub your sensitive bud in circles.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Didn't even need my spit, huh?" he growls.

"Younghoon-- need you." You whine as your clit throbs from how fast he's rubbing you, his fingers teasingly prodding your entrance in-between.

"Where do you need me, sweetheart?"

"I-inside, pleaseee" you beg.

"Yeah? Shit, I'll give it to you soooo good." he pulls his hand away from your core, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. He pulls your body upright, signaling you to get off the desk. The moment you stand up he spins you around and bends you over. He pushes his hips against your ass for a moment, making you feel his erection before quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his knees.

His cock slaps against his abdomen, prominent veins protruding and his pink mushroom tip oozing precum. He tugs his member at the base, fisting it up and down for a moment before hooking a finger to your underwear and pulling it to the side.

He drags the tip of his cock between your folds, lubricating himself even further with your arousal before sticking the head inside your entrance and slowly pushing himself all the way inside. The stretch immediately has your head going numb.

Younghoon waits for a moment to feel you adjust to his size before slowly dragging out his length and pushing it all back inside. He does this until he gradually increases the pace, gripping your hips tight and pounding into you as you feel his balls slap your core rhythmically and the desk creaking under you.

Wanton moans spill out of your mouth, trying to hold onto anything you can find as Younghoon fucks you rough from behind. You start to feel the tip of his cock nudge that gummy spot inside you, making your eyes roll far back.

"Oh god! Right there!" you scream.

"So fucking tight, practically milking me dry holy shit." He increases the pace even further, pulling your hips backward with every thrust.

Just as you feel yourself slowly ascend, you both hear the buzz of your walkie-talkie that's still on the desk.

"Hello?"

"Fuck." Your eyes grow wide. The buzzing sound repeats again.

"Helloooooo?" The person on the other line calls out.

"Answer it." Younghoon grunts under his breath.

"What?" You look back at him with panic. Instead of repeating himself, he grabs the back of your hair and pulls it hard, making you moan.

"Do it." He whispers in your ear before letting go of your hair.

You reach for the walkie-talkie and try to compose yourself before pressing the button to answer.

"Y-yeah?" you croak.

"Any status report?" You hear Chanhee's voice over the line.

"No. N-no detected movement." You bite on your fist, restraining yourself from moaning as Younghoon's cock deliciously drags in and out of your cunt. His tip continuously nudging at that gummy spot.

"Shitttt." Younghoon groans from behind.

"Was that Younghoon?" Chanhee asks.

"Y-yeah, just s-stretching his legs that's all." You lie.

"Are you okay? You sound like you're crying."

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just choked on my water." You lie again. Well... sort of as you do start to feel small tear drops forming at the corners of your eyes.

"Oookkaaayyy. Well, don't forget we need to reconvene at 8 PM." Chanhee replies.

"Uh-huh." You respond, words slowly becoming incoherent as you feel your high approaching. As soon as you drop the line, Younghoon increases his pace again, and your moans start to get louder and louder.

"Shit shit shit I'm cumming!" you exclaim, a flash of white appears before your eyes as soon as you say that. You moan constantly from how hard your orgasm hit you just then. Younghoon's high follows right after, feeling your walls tighten so hard around his cock he grunts against your ear so loud. His hot white fluid exploding inside of you as his member continues to twitch uncontrollably inside.

You both try to catch your breath, chests heaving from the intensity of your orgasms. As soon as you both come down from your highs, the reality of what just happened hits both of you like a truck. You turn around to look at him, looking at each other with the widest eyes while he's still plugged into you.

"What the fuck was that?!" You both shout at the same time.

Later on in the night, as the team gathers to meet up, you and Younghoon intentionally ignore each other's gaze. Not uttering any word to one another right after he pulled out and just minding your own business, pretending nothing even happened at all. Both of you are stunned and embarrassed at what happened earlier in the stakeout room.

Chanhee notices the odd behavior between the two of you, “Are you sure you two are okay? You both look like shit. Did something happen in-”

“NO!” You and Younghoon shout at him. Everyone else including Chanhee look at both of you in confusion.

“I mean- No. Nothing major happened. Not at all. Right?” You side glance at Younghoon.

“Yeah, yeah nothing. It’s all good.” Younghoon fake coughs, trying his best not to look embarrassed remembering your moment together.

“Anyway!” Hyunjae interrupts. “Let’s get some shut eye. Same time tomorrow, same roles alright? Let’s move out.” Everyone disperses as soon as possible.

As you grab you bag and some of the equipment and head towards the van, you feel Younghoon’s figure walking beside you. He leans a little lower to get close to your ear as you walk, making sure that the next thing he’s about to say could only be heard between the two of you,

“At least now we have something to do to pass the time tomorrow huh, sweetheart?” you quickly turn your head towards him and he playfully grins at you. You swat your free hand against his chest and he barks out a laugh.

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“But you love it anyway.”

[riderofblackdragons]

Promises (Still Mean Something To Me)

Day 29: Fatigue | labyrinth | burnout | "who said you could rest?"

Alright, so I have decided that since I'm still pretty far behind, I'm just going to post these when I write them, lol. I mean, not day 31 yet, because it's not the 31st, but every other day I haven't gotten to yet? Fair game imo!

This is star wars, it's also an alternate universe where the Jedi won, but uhhhh... I did not go much further into that. Just know that that's why they're partying lol. It was originally going to be a Crosshair fic but Fox calls to my inner insecurities and angst so much more!

My mutual made a post that mentioned how second POV is the most initmate, and it inspired me to write one. Hence, we get this! I love writing second POV, I should do it move often tbh.

I did reach pretty far into my own insecurities and shit for this, so it's never getting reread by me ever again bc holy hells i feel exhausted after writing it.

Still, hope you enjoy!

You don't know why you're here. All these loud noises, echoing around the room - you can't remember how you got here, either. You're not bothered, and it feels wrong, but you don't know why. Something bright enters your vision and you flinch back - oh. It wasn't even that close.

There are others here, all sharing the same face. Your face. You don't know if you can claim it anymore, not with everything that's happened to it. You barely recognise yourself, these days. You think they called to you, to join them, but you can't hear anything through the faint ringing in your ears. There is noise, but it won't register, and all you want to do now is run.

But you promised you'd stay. At least for an hour. Who did you promise it to? Thoughts of white and red and gold enter your mind, but they won't focus enough to tell you. Your mind won't complete a thought, but you don't worry about it.

Someone pushes past you from behind. You stagger forward, just a little, barely noticing the momentum. They move further through the crowd, but you stay where you are, pinning your gaze onto their back. You watch the crowd swallow them up, but don't bother to try too hard to follow them.

Your prescence wouldn't be welcome anyways, you know. You've known this for so long. No one really wants to be around you, not anymore. Maybe it was different, once, but it had been so long since then. The memories had faded, and been replaced in your mind by the grimaces and scowls and yells and insults that are all you know now.

You miss the happier times, but you do not remember them. The others around you tell stories, and you listen, but you do not remember them in the way they do. It is only through their stories that you know of them at all, and you feature so infrequently in the stories that it is possible they never happened for you.

There are so few people that will talk to you, now.

On your wrist, you have a chrono. You check the time, and see that barely a quarter hour has passed. If not for your word, the only scraps of honour you have left, and the promise you made (to who did you make it to?), you would have left already.

(Does a promise truly bind, if you cannot remember to whom you gave it? You cannot recall when you made it, perhaps the other is dead now. Will it still count then? Does your word still bind you, if you are the only one left?

There is no red here, other than on you. Are you the only one left, of you and yours?)

You have never really liked parties. You stay anyways.

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I understand health can be personal, so feel free to disregard this ask if you'd rather not talk about it publicly. But asking as one person with bad knees to another, and as one person working in an aquarium/zoo to another: do your knees often give you trouble in your line of work? Do you do anything special to take care of them and the rest of your body between shifts? I do a few different things at our facility but working with the aquarists is always what ends up having the most potential to hurt my knees/other joints. (I have RA, for context)

it can depend, honestly. the things that give me the most trouble are going up and down stairs (my department has its office and lab on the fourth floor, and we collect samples from the basement pump room daily, so days where the elevator is out of operation or too busy can be real tough) and kneeling down. usually i don’t have to kneel down for more than a minute or two while filling sample bottles or adding buffer to a system, but the feed yesterday was an exception as i was entirely at the whims of the turtle and she was taking her sweet time eating, so i was out there for a good half hour or so. the best i could do was stop every now and then to adjust how i was sitting, but if i get the opportunity to help with a feed again i’ll probably elect to feed from a different position on the dive platform and sit on one of the steps so my legs don’t cramp up as bad.

im lucky in that i usually do lab work, so i spend a lot of time standing/walking which is a lot easier on my joints than sitting or kneeling, and when i do sit at my desk i’ve got plenty of opportunity to get up and stretch whenever i can feel anything starting to lock up on me. i also sometimes bypass the employee stairwell and go up to the office via the main exhibit area, which is almost entirely gradual sloping ramps as opposed to the steep and tight spiral staircase — it’s less efficient, and can be a pain if we’re busy, especially since the fourth floor itself is inaccessible via ramp (our floorplan is a little fucky wucky) so im hitting the stairs either way, but one flight is much more manageable than five LMAO

thankfully for me, the position i work isn’t as labor intensive as stuff i’ve done previously (im never touching retail again as long as i live — stocking heavy ass bags of dog food and aquarium gravel used to knock me OUT) and what little heavy lifting / climbing around that i am doing is few and far between — but i’d imagine that’s different depending on what you do. someone who spends a lot of time physically in the exhibits and climbing up and down off the rocks in the penguin area to scrub it down will probably be faring a lot worse than a lab tech. honestly what’s been getting me the most lately has been my hands 😖 i love data entry and playing with spreadsheets but my wrists and fingers do NOT

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Forever Prey (Red Riding Hood) Masterlist

“I kept imagining you’d come back, but you never did.”

Summary:

Sienna's ex-girlfriend from high school finds her unexpectedly at her father's bakery cafe. Potential spoiler excerpt from "Forever Prey"

Notes:

Not really any warnings for this one. Angst to hurt/comfort fluff. Characters: Rae- Huntsman Sienna- Red Riding Hood Director Wolf (mentioned)- Big Bad Wolf

Rae’s POV

“Sienna? Sienna Wood?”

Rae looked up to see a young woman around their age at the counter. Sienna seemed uneasy, but had her customer service smile intact.

“Hi, Jenny, it’s nice to see you again.”

Even from her table by the window Rae could hear the slight tremble in her partner’s voice.

“ ‘It’s nice to see you again?’ Really? You up and leave, no goodbye, nothing. Ghost me for the last ten years, break my heart in the process, and all you have to say is ‘nice to see you again’?”

This woman really had some nerve. They were in a cafe, for god’s sake. Sienna couldn’t leave the counter and just had to take this? Rae started to get up from her seat, fully ready to intervene. But she saw Sienna subtly raise her hand in her direction.

‘I can handle this.’

Reluctantly, she sat back down, keeping an eye on the two. She wasn’t the only one either. Rae spotted Sarah and Ron glancing at the two as Jenny ranted.

“Jenny, I know you’re upset. But can we talk about this later?”

“What, so you can just blow me off again?”

“No, because I’m at work and this is a conversation best left for more privacy than the counter of my father’s bakery.” Sienna looked at her watch. “I’m going to be on break in an hour if you have time to hang around. Or we can exchange numbers to talk when I’m off the clock.”

Jenny huffed, but thankfully stalked off to one of the free tables near Rae’s.

Sienna gave Rae a small smile before turning back to the next customer.

It was really nice to watch as Sienna continued about her day after that. Even with that woman staring daggers over her phone across the cafe. Rae made a mental note to plan something special for dinner. They wouldn’t be having their planned lunch date because of this. Plus, she was just really proud of Sienna for handling this so well. And it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation for her to have either.

And as expected, as soon as Sarah tagged Sienna off the register, Jenny got up, too.

Rae tilted her head at Sienna, but she just got a soft smile in return. She watched as Sienna motioned for Jenny to sit back down.

“This should be fine enough for privacy, if that’s aright with you.” she said, sitting in the opposite chair.

Jenny sat down again, crossing her arms and leaning back, still glaring. “So what excuse do you have for not even having the guts to dump me before disappearing?”

Sighing, Sienna fiddled with the sleeves of her sweater. “Are you familiar with the New Eden Institution?”

“What, the big facility that got shut down last year?” Jenny rolled her eyes. “Are you seriously trying to say that that’s where you’ve been all this time? You’re going to come up with some better bullshit excuse than that. The news said it was young adults, eighteen and older. We were fifteen, dumb-ass.”

Rae could tell Sienna was getting uncomfortable. She was biting her thumb, wincing at Jenny’s harsh language. But she wasn’t indicating she needed help, not yet.

Folding her hands and leaning forward, she spoke, “I was there.” Sienna’s voice was quiet, but clear. “After my nana died, my mother sent me to Hallow High. After I didn’t graduate there, they sent me to the Institution next.”

Jenny actually paused then. She seemed to consider Sienna’s words, a crack in the anger. “Wait… you’re serious?”

Slowly, Sienna rolled up her sleeve, showing her wrist to Jenny. Even from this short distance, the sight of her damaged soul-mark still pierced Rae’s heart like a knife.

It shocked Jenny too. Her face went pale, eyes darting from Sienna’s wrist to her face. “Fucking hell…” she whispered, barely audible. “Sienna, I… I’m sorry. After all these years… And I just… God.” She put her head in her hands, elbows leaning on the table.

Sienna laughed slightly, sadness in her eyes. “I don’t blame you for getting mad. Shoe on the other foot, I’d probably have been pissed too. If it was up to me, I would have said goodbye, if not in person, then at least over the phone. But my mother and stepdad didn’t even give me a chance before just shipping me away.”

The other woman didn’t say anything, didn’t move her hands from her face for a while.

Rae caught Sienna’s eyes, tilting her head again. She got a shrug in return this time, smile somewhat wobbly.

Then Jenny spoke again. “And you didn’t reach out afterword because I’d been so long?” she asked, moving her hands down to cross her arms on the table, still leaned forward instead of back.

Sienna nodded. “That and I had a lot of medical issues. The director, Adam Wolf, he’d, uh, he’d taken… special interest in me. He wasn’t a kind man, to say the least.”

“Ah,” It was understandable, seeing Jenny struggle with words. Anyone getting this information all at once would have a lot to take in. “But, you’re okay now?”

“I’m getting there. Knowing Director Wolf is behind bars with no chance of release helps. And having friends and my dad taking care of me since does too.”

Jenny nodded, rubbing her arm, running her hand through her hair. She didn’t seem to know what to do with herself, the anger gone. “ Your mark… You can’t find your soulmate anymore? I know even when we were together, that’s still something you wanted.”

Sienna let out a real laugh then, smiling brighter . “Yeah, turns out even with a broken bond, they couldn’t stop soulmates from finding each other. Mine was part of the investigation and the sister of one of my best friends I’d made at the Institution. Of course once we’d figured out about her personal connection to everything , they had to dismiss her from the case, but she stuck around to help in other ways. Volunteer work instead. Which is how we found each other. We together officially a couple months ago. ”

“Good.” Jenny relaxed, smiling softly. “I’m glad. Maybe we can, uh, get together sometime? Have a double date? I met someone in college and I think you’d get along. And I’d love to meet whoever makes you smile like that.”

Snorting, Sienna giggled, nodding her head towards Rae. “Well, she’s right over there if you want to meet her now.”

Rae couldn’t hold back a bemused smile as Jenny turned away, her face first pale then turning red as Rae gave her a small wave.

“Ah, uh,” She rubbed the back of her neck, wincing. “I take it you’ve been here this whole time?”

“Mhm.” Rae stood, walking over to stand beside Sienna, taking her hand. “This one didn’t want me interfering, and I trust her when she says she can handle herself.”

Jenny looked between them, eyebrows furrowed. “But you never said a word. If you’ve been here the whole time, how did you know?”

“Body language, subtle indicators. We figured out how to communicate without speaking a long time ago.” Rae said, rubbing Sienna’s back softly.

Sienna rested her head against Rae’s side, looking up at her while kissing her other hand.

Rae flushed slightly, feeling warm around her ears. Clearing her throat, she said, “Anyway, I’m alright with a double date, as long as everyone else is too. I’d love to hear any embarrassing stories you’d have to tell.”

Laughing as Sienna elbowed Rae, Jenny said, “ Yeah, I think I have a few.” She stood, holding out her hand to Rae. “It was nice to meet you, even briefly. I should probably go. My partner, Chloe, she, uh,” She coughed, turning red again. “I told her I was here and what I was doing. My phone is probably still getting her texts scolding me.”

“Good to know someone’s there to keep you in line.” Sienna teased as Rae shook Jenny’s hand.

“Ha ha,” Jenny said, then rubbed at her neck again. “It was good to see you again. Even if it was a rocky reunion on my part.”

Sienna got up, pulling Jenny into a hug, much to the other two’s surprise.

Hesitantly, after getting Rae’s small nod of approval, Jenny returned the hug.

“Leave your number with Rae. I’ll text you after work.” Sienna said, pulling away. “I promise you not to ghost you again.” Then she walked off back to the counter.

Watching her go, Jenny said, “Be honest,” She looked at Rae. “How bad was it? I saw other scars…”

Rae didn’t really know how to answer that. She’d left it to Sienna to talk about it in her own time. If she was honest, she knew she’d still only scratched the surface of what happened to Sienna, her brother, and everyone else. She ended up settling on, “It wasn’t good. Sienna doesn’t like to talk about it. Neither does my brother. And I don’t blame them.”

Jenny nodded. “I’m glad you found each other.” she said softly. “Even before all that, before Sienna disappeared… I’ve never seen her so happy.”

At a loss for a response again, Rae stayed silent as Jenny left the cafe. Seeing Sienna laugh at something Ron said, she knew even with everything, knowing this whole thing probably triggered some memories Sienna would struggle with later, she knew they’d be okay.

[kahaluada]

Breakable heaven

A/N: This is a part of chapter 23 from my fanfiction A Bond do survive. It's a big chapter about 25 pages, but I'd like to share the last part (smut hehe) . Sam was initially a ReaderxDaryl, but I don't know how to write like that and she had way too much BG to be a "y/n". Context: they are fighting at his garage and things get steamy. I put the middle of the scene already, if you wanna read all, you can click here! Paring: Daryl Dixon x OFC Word Count: 4.570 Warnings: First experiences/ smut/ 18+/minors don't interact. Daryl is 18 / Graphic description / Feelings and angst

A Bond to survive | Chapter 23: Breakable heaven

.... Daryl rolled his eyes, he swear sometimes he rather be with his ass on the mud hunting a fucking coyote than have those talks. “What’s wrong with you?”

“With me? You came here, asking me to help with somethin’, and now yer’ tryin’ to turn me somethin’ I’m not!”

He hated how he sounded like Merle when his temper was winning him over. 

“That’s not true at all! I’m just showing you options, you jerk!”

“It’s so ridiculous, not even you know why you are goin’ there” Sam blinked, furiously “ Don’t ya’ see ya’ have money to spend and figure out what the fuck you want and I don’t? Ain’t no option f’me! Only one!” 

He shook his head, trying not to scream and feeling everything at once. 

“Oh, you know so much about life, don’t you? Spending it in the middle of the woods instead of with people!” He rolled his eyes and she frowned at him. “Don’t roll your eyes at me! It’s rude and unnecessary”

“And take us nowhere!” He mocked in a high-pitched voice, the way he used when they were younger and seeing her all red. Why he did do that? 

Jesus, would kill him to think before acting for once? 

“What is it you want? kisses? Damn girl!! What do you want from me?!!?” He touched his temple, fuming, and went in her direction “Think of yourself for a change!”

“Fine!” She answered like the most petulant creature in the world and took her stuff. Daryl frowned “Die alone, prick!”

He clenched his jaw, almost breaking his teeth. His face was burning. Why couldn’t he just express himself like a normal person? It was so infuriating. 

Daryl just wanted to tell her he wanted to be with her and not think about this stuff because it hurts! He saw her going to the door, which hurt even more. 

“Please, please, don’t go!” his younger self screamed inside of him. 

“Where you goin’?” He said with fear. 

“Home. I don’t like when you talk to me like your brother! Have some manners!” He hated even more when she was angrily assertive with him. This means he pushed some boundaries he shouldn’t have.

“Sam.” She looked at him and Daryl frowned. “Why are we fighting?” 

“I don’t know!!!” She raised her voice “But I want you to remember that I’m not a girl you are dating for a month! I’m your oldest friend!” He was unable to say a word. She shook her head and swallowed, ready to go.  

“Don't let her go like that you fucking idiot!” he screamed, inwardly. He just wanted to explain things! How had this turned into this stupid argument?

Daryl watched as Sam hugged her binder and tried to leave. He couldn't let her go like that!

He took her wrist and pulled her towards him, feeling like a caveman, unable to express himself properly. He was afraid she would leave him, so he acted on impulse, snatching the binder from her arms and throwing it on the table.

“Daryl!”

“Shut up!”  He murmured trying to steady his voice, taking her in his arms and kissing her. Her body melted at the same second and he never felt desire as strong as this time. 

The fear and frustration vanished. Nothing felt like kissing her, nothing compared, not even being in the middle of the woods alone with himself. He pulled her to him, reassuring her they were still in love, needing to feel her, to have her, to consume all this flame and relight all over and over again. 

He blindly pushed her against the table, some car tools going to the ground together with that fucking binder. His crossbow almost fell on the floor, but he pushed it out of the way. 

Daryl kissed her the way he wanted and knew she liked. Using his force against her, feeling strong, he took her by her ass, lifting her up and placing her on the table. 

He was rewarded with the most feminine and sexy sounds she made and her legs opening to let him between them. The way she melted against his hands, the way her legs opened to accommodate him, and how she pulled his hair and kissed him, was paradise again. 

Shivers after shivers coursed through his body, making his mind foggy and sending his senses into overdrive. He was so overstimulated but it was good, so delicious. 

Between heated kisses, his hands fumbled against her body.

Her skin was warm under his cold lips, he took a deep breath, his nose passing by her neck and his tongue slow and wet making a trail until his teeth took a strip of her dress down. 

Sam moved against him, taken by instinct she closed her thighs on his hips and this alone made his whole body tremble. 

Her nails dug into his skin making him moan, it was so good. Daryl balanced on the edge of control, kissing her neck, her lips, and her whole face. He slowed, trying to breathe,  caressing her face with love. 

“I’m sorry” He murmured, unable to stop touching and kissing her “Sorry for being a jerk” She nodded, frantic, kissing him back. Their lips met and she opened her mouth, Daryl let out a strangled moan when her tongue found his. 

Her legs tangled around his waist, their hips touched and he felt her warm center against his erection. There was no space for shame and guilt when he was feeling such good things.

Sam pulled him to her with her knees and his hands on her hair pulled her closer, harder. His arms tingled and a wave of pleasure surged right to his cock.  

“Oh, fuck!”  He cried when she rubbed herself against him. Her soft low moans were his perdition. Was he really making her feel this good? 

She was so welcoming, soft, and perfect under his hands. His fingers slid to her back, then played with the base of her chest, going back to her hair. 

Sam moaned, frustrated as he slowed down.  Daryl kissed her skin, going up to her jaw, nibbling her ear, and finally biting her bottom lip. Sam smiled against his mouth, her nails scratching his neck, making him shiver.  

Warm waves of pleasure were going down his skin, concentrating inside of his pants. He grinded against her, feeling her warm fast breath on his face, their kisses getting sloppy.   

He wanted her so badly. 

“Sorry, sorry!” He murmured again, grabbing her face, and sucking her bottom lip. 

Oh this was so fucking good!. 

He was devouring her and being rewarded with her hands looking for gaps between his shirt buttons. Her frantic breath was nectar to his ears.

“S’okay” she answered fumbling with his flannel, her hands going to his arms again “Don’t you dare to stop touching me now!” She murmured with a smile. 

But he did, for a second, looking at her eyes and face. Her dress was pulled up, her thighs exposed, her hard nipples against the fabric of her green dress. Gosh, she was not wearing a bra! 

Daryl’s mouth watered with such a vision and he swallowed, drinking in every single detail. He wanted to go down on her nipples and suck them, but also to kiss her and do everything at once. 

A deep warm feeling took all over his body and slowly he put a hand on her bare thighs, his face getting hot. 

Sam nodded slowly, her brown eyes on his, her chest going up and down with anticipation.  He stroked her soft thighs and she let a loud breath under his advances. Daryl went back to kissing her. 

Once they kissed, his soft fingertips were replaced by a firm grab on her skin, going up and up and she let out a beautiful moan.

“I want you’’ he murmured in a shameless cry, noises of their passionate kiss and her good smell making it holy. How had she turned him into this needy mess? 

Sam gave a soft laugh, her breath on his face, while her hand went into his hair. Their foreheads touched and they teased each other, going to kisses, avoiding it and back to a heated mess of tongues and needs. 

He was so hard now that he wanted just to feel the heat from her pants against him. Their breaths turned frantic and kisses and hands were his allies, making her forgive him swiftly.

Like magic, everything was forgotten. When his hands were almost touching her breasts he stopped and looked at her. 

“Daryl” She murmured, her soft hands covering his “Would you touch me, please?” Oh, the sweet way she looked at his eyes like she was innocent and evil, all at once. 

“Yeah” He nodded, eager. “Here?” His fingertips touched the base of her breasts and Daryl uses all his power to wait for her answer. She nodded and pulled his hand up. 

He touched his forehead on hers on the time his hand covered her warm skin. He felt her nipples getting hard under his palm.  His erection got even harder. 

Fuck, he wanted to lay her down on that table and worship her. His clumsy fingers went beneath the fabric, while she kissed him, starved for his touch. 

He finally touched her nipples and saw her eyes getting clouded with pleasure. Daryl let out a low moan, no space to feel awkward. Her hard nipples under his palm were making her shiver against him. 

How could she be so perfect? 

Sam rubbed herself against him and he swallowed, leaning in and kissing her slowly. He squeezed her tits, feeling how soft they were against his calloused hands. 

He swallowed, dying in need to taste them in his mouth. Would she moan his name? He went forward, his hands going back to her hips, squeezing them and feeling how soft she was. Then, not thinking, he just grabbed her round ass, his dick pulsed with this move and he left her lips with a “pop’

“Humn, fuck. You’re so hot!” He murmured not even on this plane of existence anymore. He was taken by desire, he loved her, he would die for her, and he would do anything to make her happy. 

Sam stopped their kiss and looked at him with those fucking beautiful brown eyes. Her lips were parted, swollen and the way she blinked at him sent chills down his spine.

“You never let me touch you too” He frowned. Was this really happening? Was she asking him? He was almost coming in his pants, would she...? 

“Ya’ never asked”

She blushed and pulled him for a kiss. Her tongue was so soft against his, she tasted so damn good. Sam had this thing when she was kissing him, where her body would move against him without her knowledge as if she was kissing him with her whole body. It was so subtle and so hot. The way her hand would tangle in his hair in sync with how heated the kiss was going and as if a whole pleasurable dance was taking place to make him a madman. 

“Yeah, I am now” She broke the kiss with tiny bites on his lower lip, her hand going down his belly, above his shirt. 

Daryl’s belly rippled and he closed his eyes, a shiver making him tremble and his hips went forward, looking for her. When his hardness touched her warm center he let out a shameful loud moan filled with anticipation.

His hands slipped from her hips to the inside of her thighs, kissing her again, feeling her tasty soft, and wet tongue against him, sending him shiver after shiver.�� 

His fingers were slowly putting her dress up higher, exposing more of her skin. 

“No.” He bit her chin, gently, looking at her with pleading eyes  “Lemme touch you first. Please” He would beg, not an atom of pride in him, only the need to worship her, to show how much he adored her.  

“Why?”

He held her face between his hands, looking into her eyes with confidence. 

“Cause I’m obsessed with ya’ girl!” He confessed in a soft moan the exact moment her nails touched his happy trail. He trembled and she nodded, opening her legs further to accommodate him. His heartbeat was so loud now. 

It was as if time had stopped only to whirl back again when her brown eyes teased him. As she did, every single inch of her dress was sliding up as her fingers tangled, nearly tearing the dark green fabric.

His eyes were following her movement and he saw her white underwear all soaked. Daryl licked his lower lip, his fevered eyes devouring her vision. 

“Fucking pretty” He murmured while his grip tightened on her skin.  At this point, he was completely gone, sweating, his chest rising, falling so fast and taken by desire. 

He devoured her lips, his hands sliding from her legs to her hair, arms and her small back. One hand went fast behind her bare knee, a little aggressively, making Sam slide to the edge of the table. His free hand  went down on the hot skin of her internal thighs. 

They had never gone this far before.

Sure, they had a lot of make-out sessions, they would grind against each other and once she moaned so loud he wondered if she got off on his thigh. But nothing like this! 

He could feel his tip escaping from his underwear and getting him wet with pre cum. It was possible to feel this hard, to feel this much pleasure, right? He was melting in a pool of desire.  

His fingers touched her underwear and he froze. Daryl didn’t know what to do and felt panic. Was she going to laugh at him? Her vulnerable eyes were hypnotizing him. 

“I can show you” She murmured while taking his hand. She was trembling as much as him “It’s ok for you?”

“Yeah” He nodded, stealing a kiss from her. With his eyes closed and his heart completely in her hands he let her guide his hand on her. First, he touched above the fabric. She was soaking wet and he felt pride and desire at how he was pleasing her. When she touched her, her rose lips opened and she threw her head a little, giving him a wonderful view. 

He buried his face on her exposed shoulder, he wanted to prove all of her, he wanted to mark her body with his kisses and make sure she felt loved, wanted, and his.  Because at this point, there was no doubt he was completely hers. 

Suddenly all he could hear was her heartbeat and their frantic breaths.  With eyes closed, blinded by immeasurable pleasure, Daryl’s breath caught when she pushed her underwear to the side, guiding him to slide his finger into her wet entrance. 

Her soft hair, the warmth, he could feel her on his fingertips and his mouth was full of water, his heart aflame with desire and need. Trembling, he kissed her shoulder and moaned, out loud and slow, as a little bitch, completely devoted to her.

The feeling of her on the tips of his two digits was heavenly. She guided his now-soaked fingers up, letting him feel her clit, and showed him how she liked it. 

Slowly, steady, maddening. 

When he played with her clit, she squeezed her tighs and bit her bottom lip, completely gone. To his delight, his palm was getting soaked by her sweet warm pussy. She was making a mess. 

“You’re dripping” He murmured in her ear and she let out a strangled moan at his provocation. Daryl smirked, biting her ear, following her moves and feeling pleasure pulses in his cock.  Oh he could die happy with his hands on her right now. 

He was so ready for her, still....

Daryl swallowed and raised his face from her shoulder, looking at her face. It was the most beautiful vision of his life. Sam was there, eyes closed, legs open, her dress all up on her belly, biting her lower lip, her brows together, and the most beautiful and amazing expression of need and pleasure. 

He could see the red marks on her shoulder, her hard nipples against the fabric, and his hand under her pants. He wanted to see more of her. Should he ask? 

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” She opened her eyes, shy. He spread her legs, accommodating himself and letting her guide his fingers to her own pleasure. 

Now she was looking into his eyes while making low sexy moans. God, he would come anytime, he could feel the pressure on his lower belly. Daryl never felt his pants as tight as now. 

While moving slow firm circles on her clit, he heard, with eyes half-closed, her breathing getting fast, her chest going up and down, the amazing erotic show she was giving him. 

“Is this right?” He asked in a trembling raspy voice, she nodded, fast, squeezing her eyes once he found the perfect pace. 

“Yes, please. Don’t stop, Daryl.” 

He had never heard a more perfect sound in his life than her moans calling his name and asking please, please, please, for him to never stop. 

They fumbled, kissing, hot, maddening. It was addictive, the way her mouth moved against him, how warm and wet she was. At some point she let go of his hand and pulled his hair, kissing him with a passion they had never shared before. 

She was repeatedly saying she needed him and he almost came in his pants. Sam was a wet mess under his touch and he wanted to go down and lick her, kiss her there the way he was doing with her mouth. 

But he didn’t know if he should or even if it was normal. 

“Daryl, please, please, I need to feel you too.” She asked between sobs of pleasure and a slow kiss. Oh, her smell was so fucking good.  “Please, please, I wanna feel you so bad”

He stopped, looking at her with a red face and serious eyes. This girl would be the death of him.  

“Everything ya’ want, Sam” Was all he could answer before taking her swollen lips in another kiss. How could he spend so many years without knowing how good she was with her mouth? 

He let out a loud moan of frustration when she took his hand off her. 

“No, no. Please” She just laughed. An evil creature trying to make him a madman. Sam fixed her posture on the table, when she did it her tits bounced and Daryl frowned in desire, wetting his lower lip. As she looked at him with those eyes all he could do was wait for her next move. 

Her hand went to his pants and he almost closed his eyes, letting a low moan at the feeling of her hands taking his pants down. Daryl looked at her and Sam was looking right at his cock, making its own wet outline in his underwear. 

Daryl felt shy, but at the same time, he was so horny he could only swallow and hope she would touch him. And she did. Oh, she did, so eager! 

Sam let out a sexy sound of pleasure when she touched him and he saw her pants getting wetter, making her pussy almost visible to him.  It was the most erotic moment of his existence. 

Jesus, he was doomed. His chest was going up and down so fast that he felt like passing out. He couldn’t help but kiss her more and more. There was so much stuff he wanted to tell her, so much! But all he could do was focus on her warm hand around his dick, feeling him. 

“It’s your turn to show me” She murmured and he nearly fainted in his cloud of pleasure, nodding and putting his hand over her. “Not fair. There was nothing between your fingers and me” She murmured making a pout, hand on the cotton covering his cock. 

“You’re killing me” He murmured with a smirk and she smiled, teasing him, nibbling his lower lip. Daryl took a deep breath, his hand moved her hair out of the way and his lips touched her ear. “Be good to me please” 

He didn’t know what had gotten him to say that, but he was rewarded with a shy moan from her after this whisper. She leaned her chest against his, almost like a cat contorting on him,  moving on the edge of the table. 

She was so hot! 

Daryl swallowed, seeing how hard her nipples were. 

“Ask me again, please” She murmured almost purring in his ear and his fingers squeezed her waist. 

“Be good to me, please” 

She looked into his eyes while pulling his underwear down. Sam got the courage to wet her lips, showing him she wanted to suck him. There was no other explanation for the way she looked at his cock. Only thinking on her mouth on his tip was almost making him come. 

Daryl swallowed when she looked down. She was so red now. His trembling hands took hers to him. When she touched his skin he closed his eyes, he then made her squeeze and move up and down. 

When she touched him the way he liked, Daryl let out a loud, long, and needy moan transforming the single syllable of her name into a sonnet of need and love.  

Thinking of it later would definitely leave him in shock, but now all he could do was move his hips against her hand, holding her hair, and hide his face in the crease of her shoulder. 

“Fuck, please, Sam. Please!” He had never been this vocal in his life, but if he didn’t talk he would explode, and he would die out of pleasure right there in her hands. “Yeah, babe, please, don’t stop now!” 

He couldn’t just receive, he needed her to feel what he was feeling. So he kissed her, his free hand going back to her wet entrance. Sam shivered, biting his lips. 

His finger slid so easily, she was dripping between his knuckles and she moved against his hand when he touched her. Pressure and pleasure were mixing on his lower belly and his cock pulsed on her hands. 

They found a frantic rhythm where he was thrusting against her hand and touching her clit, making Sam call his name more than a few times. 

In one frantic, sloppy move, the tip of his cock touched her wet entrance and in a bliss of pleasure Sam rubbed against his dick.

“Oh, fuck” He let out a slow, feral moan and they both stopped, looking at each other in shock. 

It.was.so.fucking.good. 

Sam wet her lips and pulled his hair, kissing him almost aggressively. That move unlock something on her and  she held his cock right on her hand.  They forgot they almost fucked for the first time in his garage because there were so many things happening now. 

Anything, anything she wanted he would give her if she kept stroking his hard cock like that. Precum was wetting her hand and Daryl couldn’t stop.

“Yes, like this” he murmured when she squeezed him harder.  His fingers slipped to her clit and she squeaked in pleasure and need.  After some awkward tries, they found a new pace, pleasuring each other in a way he never felt his entire life. 

She was his drug, she was his world, his heaven, and hell. Daryl was feeling everything at once. His face got hotter, the kisses sloppy, his hips faster against her hand, his fingers clumsy on her clit. 

She called his name, low, in a sinful whisper. Daryl, feeling his palm soaking wet, trembling against her and the realization almost made him cum. He was looking at her eyes as her movements against his fingers quickened and Daryl slid his hand deeper as he felt her quivering against him, flooding his hand with hot wetness. She gasped his name, her face red, her eyes closed, fucking beautiful needy mess because of him.  

That was all he needed…

The pressure was too much and explosion after explosion rocked him, everything turned white and hot.  He was loud enough for anyone near that garage to hear them and he bit her shoulder, unable to control himself while hot cum was rolling over her thighs. 

His softer cries were then the only sound between them. Daryl shivered, burying his face on her shoulder, showering her with kisses while they both tried to absorb what they had done. 

His hands caressed her arms with love and devotion, while his lips kissed her shoulder and neck. He felt her fingers stroking his back, which only fueled his desire for her. Daryl swallowed hard, moving his lips up to hers. 

They shared a slow and lazy kiss, both smiling in bliss while she helped him put his pants up. He kissed her with such passion that he felt like crying. She was so sweet and calm that he felt at peace. Finally, he cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes.

Sam was gazing at him as if he were her world and her world only. He could see a billion words reflected in her eyes, yet she simply smiled in contentment, running her fingers through his hair to clear it from his eyes.

“Daryl” she murmured a little sad and he looked at her confused. Did he cross a line? Did he hurt her? “Never fall for anyone else, please. Say you will only look and touch and kiss me like that and no one else”

He felt the emotion and insecurity in her voice. He knew he was the one to blame, fighting with her because she was taking care of him. He was such a jerk, god! 

“I could never!” He confessed, kissing her. He felt her salty tears on his lips and looked at her with his heart full of love “I won't. I was afraid you would leave and….” He held his words. She looked at him, vulnerable. 

He kissed her again, letting her for some seconds, looking for a clean rag to wipe her thighs. He went back to her personal space, feeling a bit bashful about how far they had gone together.  While cleaning her, he looked at her with devotion, kissing her here and there with love. 

She was a mess in front of him, but he couldn't take his eyes off her perfect, swollen lips. He then took her hands in his, kissing her knuckles and looking into her eyes. 

"I'm all yours as long as you want me," he promised, and she began to cry. "Did I say something wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned, his hand all over her face and his thumb cleaning her tears.

"No," she whispered, and he kissed her knuckles again before pulling her into a hug. They stayed like that for a while. "I'm just happy," she finally  said, and he felt his heart racing with joy. 

[darksideofthemamon]

More a vent than anything. I've opened up about this to some friends, but I feel putting it out here will help me heal somehow.

In both of my KH OC's post-timeskip designs, she's wearing something on one knee (it's actually the whole leg in her Departure outfit!), and on one ankle (though it doesn't show in the other pic).

This is because

1) I wanted her to look athletic (I have many concept sketches of her in gym clothes). I've always noticed how some athletes wear a sleeve for support on only one limb, and I find the asymmetry interesting. I wanted to emulate that look in her design. And

2) In her story, she eventually gets mentored by Terra who has armor on only 1 arm, and I wanted them to match. For him, it's an arm, for her, it's a leg.

I thought of these 2 designs separately. Then I guess it did that thing where a character writes itself. I looked at both of them and thought: hey they're on the same limbs in both designs. Right knee, left ankle. I wonder why? Did she get injured before during her time competing in fighting rings? Did an opponent do it on purpose to put her out of the game?

And then one day I woke up with a freaking overuse injury on my wrist that I'm still recovering from and this past year has been really shitty on me and I've had to mentally deal and just hang in there this whole time.

And it's not just the actual injury that's hard, it's also the mental part of it, the trauma from suddenly waking up with fucky wucky hand and the shitty months that ensued. It's being absolutely BLINDSIDED by this shit cus it hit so suddenly. It's the betrayal of the things you love, and the nature of the daily grind, being what fucks you over. It's the pain of having to choose between doing something you love and relaxing and being happy for 1 night, versus NOT being in pain or potentially worsening your condition. It's the struggle of being so cut off from your coping mechanisms (or heck, just feeling positive emotion) and having to somehow hang in there without them. It's the loneliness and frustration of having nothing to do because there's nothing you're ABLE to do.

And even when you start to recover -- so the splint's off, great! -- that doesn't mean you're ok yet, bcus now you have to face people's judgment. It's looking normal but not being able to do things other people can (cus you're still in recovery), and them looking at you funny (and they probably think you're just lazy or weak). It's having to explain the long ass nature of injury recovery again and again. It's acquiring resentment towards the things that put you in this position. It's hesitating to do a thing because maybe you can handle it now... or maybe it'll take you back to square one. It's the trauma of the seemingly harmless absolutely harming you. It's the anxiety of 'what if this happens again'? What if I'm doing something that will injure me again? What if doing a thing just this once injures me again? What if it's another x months of shit? It's the irony of "using your muscles will strengthen them" but also "if you do it too much, you get an injury."

And it's having to come to terms with the reality of all of it. It's hearing stories from other people and finding out that yes, while people can fully recover, others never quite do. There are those who retain some chronic pain, or cannot quite regain their full range of motion. There are those who are fine but had to give up an activity or hobby for good. There are things that can very suddenly destroy you.

And when the dust settles, what then? What's left after you lost things and now it's just blankness? Am I just temporarily burned out or is the fire out forever?

So I decided: my KH OC Lila has an overuse injury too. It's on one knee and one ankle, and she gained it over time from back when she was frequently competing in fighting rings for a living (I've yet to explain that part of her story). She's able to walk around fine, but needs some support/protection when she fights (hence the brace/armor). But it eventually gets to the point after the story where she has to give up fighting forever, and because of that, she never makes it to keyblade Master level.

[op-sys-chaos]

Hi. Mind if I ask for some advice?

If you do mind you can ignore this :) I promise I won’t be upset.

Other people are welcome to weigh in too!

I current use a cane. TL;DR, sometimes one leg hurts, sometimes both legs hurt, sometimes no legs hurt. I also have POTS so using it to help support myself as I stand up slowly is useful. I also have some weird fucky balance thing that randomly pops up ever once in a while that the cane is also useful for bc when it happens I can do everything except stand still, and trying to stand still makes me fall over, so the cane helps with that.

I’ve considered getting a wheelchair. Sometimes, the cane is not enough and I’m still in agony. When both legs hurt I have to pick which to support so that it hurts less, it sucks. I also have longstanding wrist issues so a cane isn’t a perfect solution for me. Plus, with a wheelchair I’d have to stand up a lot less often, which might help with the POTS.

However, I like that the cane is compact and very very portable. It’s no trouble to grab the cane on the way out of the house and just hook it on my belt if I don’t need it (I have a little hook thing for it). The world is also just not built for wheelchairs, and a cane is easier to use on a day to day basis when it comes to accessibility.

Would you recommend I stick with just my cane or look into getting a wheelchair? If I do get a wheelchair I’ll probably still use the cane pretty often, like on days where only one leg hurts or just to bring with me on days where neither hurts when I leave the house to have with me in case pain begins. The wheelchair would just be for the bad days, and maybe for around the house use to minimize getting up and down as much.

What do you think? Is a wheelchair worth the effort and investment?

Edit: part of the reason I’m on the fence is the vague ableism of the people I live with, they keep masking their ableism in seemingly valid concerns which makes it hard to point out without knowing a lot of in depth shit that I struggle to put into words. I’m getting better at talking to them about it but in the meantime I think their ableism is holding me back a bit and making me internalize some unhealthy shit

if youre considering using a mobility aid, youre probably thinking about getting a cane. even if it seems like youre issues arent bad enough, you should probably still consider other mobility aids. please look into the pros and cons of several different mobility aids, especially in conjunction with your specific disability/diagnosis/needs.

i got a cane at first because i thought my issues were "mild" and therefore i needed a "mild" mobility aid. but canes are moreso for stability than support. i damaged my wrist and worsened my scoliosis by deciding to use a cane without an educated opinion.

i now use forearm crutches primarily, a rollator for longer outings, and a wheelchair for worse days and longer events. dont make the same mistake as 16-year-old me. dont choose your mobility aid based on palatability, consider your needs and address your internalized ableism if need be.

[shocktreatment]

PROS AND CONS OF BOTH

WINSLOW

<- the winslow kinnie

itll be fun to make the mask myself

itll be so exciting if people recognize me and i get to talk to people about potp

cape

i can just use my regular hair poking out of the back

BUT

mask being papier mache means its not very sturdy

(unless i make it out of foam and some sort of outer coating, which would be harder and would take more trial and error but be more sturdy)

mask would get my forehead sweaty and could trap heat on my head, making me overheat (which i do easily)

id have to keep checking my lipstick isnt smudged

ORIN AND TWOEY

already have a homemade twoey puppet from when i was seymour in highschool

also already have a passable orin costume from when i was him in a shadowcast in college

more recognizable

twoey is really fun to interact with people with

i have a wig that could work for orin and looks good on me

BUT

the twoey puppet's mechanics ended up a bit fucky so its difficult to open their mouth

when i was seymour in highschool the twoey puppet was so heavy on my wrist it made my arm numb and i couldnt move it for minutes after taking the puppet off

wigs are itchy, sweaty, and uncomfortable

id only have one usable arm while with twoey

if twoey fell and got dirty that would suuuckk

in the end im probably gonna be working on halloween and be in my costume for my acting job anyway so it doesnt matter too much

[cakesexuality]

Roughly 5.5 months on Lupron update

I had a spike in immune symptoms in December and appear to be having one again, but with a different set of symptoms this time compared to the last couple of times

A lot of my joints hurt (namely my knees, ankles, foot joints, wrists, shoulders, and right hip), my eyes keep hurting and are becoming light-sensitive again, and I have this pressure sensation in my lower right abdomen?? Which might be my ovary (the right has always been worse than the left) or it might be my intestines (there's a part in that area that likes to cause problems when I eat something I can't digest) or it might be something else, and my ears and nose are getting fucky again too

But wait! There's more! While writing this post, I started developing the same pressure sensation on the left side, so... yeah, probably my ovaries, then!

I also have a fever most days, which is normal for me during these immune flares (of course my temperature is 38.0°C, why wouldn't it be?)

Laying down to sleep or rest or even just sitting is a fucking Time bc bringing my knees up to my chest helps my sciatica but it also feels like my thighs are squishing my abdominal organs too much so then I put heat on my lower back to soothe my sciatic nerve instead but then that comes with a risk of upsetting my uterus for whatever reason GOOD GOD

I thought maybe I was done talking about my immune system in my Lupron updates, but the joint pain is both concerning and potentially relevant bc that's what would happen to me when my Depo-Provera was wearing out and my estrogen was going up and I'd be limited in my mobility for days or even weeks until my next Depo shot (why my NP moved my frequency from 12 weeks to 8 weeks, to shorten how long I'd be like that, and why we moved it from being done by a nurse at my primary care clinic to being done by a pharmacist at my pharmacy, so it took less out of me to get my shot done, and it's also why I started asking if I could self-administer at home)

That pressure sensation, I don't know what it means, so I'll probably call TeleHealth or my gynecologist or GP... the walk-in clinics here probably can't do anything, so I'll see if my gynecologist or GP want to see me (I have a GP appointment booked this week anyway but atm it's set for over the phone) or see if anyone tells me to go to the ER, bc those are the only options where I live

I'll probably make a separate post elaborating and probably using a Read More for sensitivity purposes, but maybe this bit of info would serve someone somehow -- what's been happening with my body for the last few months has been making me feel as if I can't do anything right in regards to my health/healthcare and I can't control my body through treating it well, and it's compounding with already being in the mental state of "traumatised by my medical experiences" and "the more I learn about endometriosis, the more pissed off I get"... so the short version of the story is that I recently had to call CMHA 3 times in 1 week, I've been in contact with NEDIC, I had a chat with my dietician last week, and I'll be talking to my GP on this coming Friday... I'd want to expand on it in a separate post due to it perhaps being too off-topic, but I'm bringing it up here bc physical disability and chronic illness don't really mix well with EDs or even with some of the language used in recovery (like "your body is trying to take care of you" when my immune system is offended that I have lungs), and I just want other people in my boat to know that they are in fact riding a boat with more than one passenger

I'm currently not scheduled to see the gynecologist until April, I won't be seeing my psychiatrist until just over a month from now, and I probably won't be seeing the allergist for another 9 to 11 months, but things might change and I might end up seeing one or more of my doctors sooner than originally planned

[star1117-archives]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕 - 𝐒.𝐌𝐆

➵ Pairing : Mingi x Gn!reader

➵ Genre : Smut + Fluff

➵ W.C : 952

➵ Warnings : Size kink, Breeding kink, Unprotected sex, Cockwarming, Morning sex.

➵ A/N : Under 16’s DNI.

➵ Network : @cacaokpop-fics

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Mingi pressed a small kiss to your temple, his thrusts slow but deep as he groaned in your ear. You closed your eyes and let yourself fully relax in his embrace, hands wrapped securely around his neck. His hips faltered when you pressed a kiss to his sweet spot, a slightly higher-pitched moan escaping him. You chuckled and tried to hug his tall frame, pulling him that inch closer. Leaning into his ear you nibbled it, moaning lewdly into it when he grazed that spot he knew drove you crazy.

“Fuck, I love you.”

Mingi chuckled and pressed a kiss to your neck too, proceeding to trail his lips up to your jawline before landing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too, little one.”

A burning feeling tore through your body and you opened your eyes with a smile, kissing his cheek as he smiled widely back at you. Your hands left his neck and moved to his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles underneath his skin ripple and move with each stroke. A soft pant fell from your lips when Mingi slowly brought your leg up, caressing your thigh when you wrapped it around his waist. A small chuckle left his lips when you threw your head back, the new angle sending you to cloud nine.

“You’re so cute little one, how dare you be so perfect.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your nose as he said this, and you giggled, your chest grazing the chain he was wearing, moaning when the cool metal of its charm grazed your burning skin. It was half of a star, with “1117” inscribed on it. A bracelet on your wrist was the home of the other half, “star” written on that part. It was your favourite song, and you could still remember the first time you heard it. Sitting on your shared sofa, Mingi holding you tight as you shared his earphones, listening to the demo Hongjoong had sent him. It was beautiful, and it reminded you of him.

You let out a whimper when Mingi thrusted particularly hard, your body crumbling under his soft touches and sweet kisses. A tear fell from your eye and he shushed you, wiping it away and kissing your cheek. His head dipped into the curve of your neck and you felt the vibrations of his moans on your skin. It was so nice, so different to be with Mingi like this. Just the two of you, with no interruptions from the outside world. Taking your time to reach your highs, making love.

“Fuck, I’m.. close. So close..”

You snaked a hand into Mingi’s hair as he said this, lightly pulling on it as you whined. Shit he looked so good right now, body glistening with sweat in the few rays of sunshine spilling through the window. You don’t think he’s ever looked this.. ethereal.

“Speed up, please baby. I-I’m- shit- I’m close too.”

A grunt sounded from Mingi in response, his hips now starting to snap into yours at a faster pace, little whimpers and moans now flowing from you, pupils dilated as your eyes rolled in their sockets. Mingi cursed under his breath when he saw this, his movements now more erratic as you felt him pulse inside you. You knew it wouldn’t take much to knock him over the edge, so you gripped his shoulders with a cry when he groaned out in ecstasy.

“Please baby! Fill me up! I need it! Min-!“

Before you could finish Mingi’s lips connected with yours, his tongue snaking into your open mouth as his lips moved against yours. You took his groans happily, moving your head in time. He gripped your hand, holding it like you were delicate china, easily broken and fragile. It was then his hips stilled in you, an elongated moan leaving him as he filled you up. You came soon after, and Mingi’s hips slowly started moving in you again, helping you both ride out your highs. You could feel the way he was fucking his cum deeper into you, and when you felt lightheaded you broke the kiss, breathing heavy as Mingi whispered huskily to you.

“Fuck little one, I’m gonna breed this tiny hole of yours, make sure my cum stays stuffed inside you.”

You chuckled and kissed Mingi’s forehead when he fell to your side, turning you at the same time so he could still stay inside you. He wiped a stray, sweaty hair from your face with a dopey smile, completely smitten with you. Your eyes had the same look however, love burning in them as you leaned into his warm chest.

“Well good morning to you too, handsome.”

Mingi hugged you close, head resting on yours as he let out a sigh.

“Can’t every day be Sunday? I wanna stay here with you forever.”

You cupped his cheek, watching closely as he leaned into it subconsciously. He really was just your puppy at heart.

“Well I wouldn’t mind this every morning, not gonna lie to you.”

You both chuckled and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, sighing happily.

“Did I tell you I love you yet?”

You hit his chest, no malice behind the strike as you snuggled closer into him, breathing in his soft scent with a smile.

“Like five times this morning.”

Mingi grabbed your chin and tipped your head up, pressing yet another kiss to your lips. Boy was he clingy today.

“Well I’ll fuckin’ tell you again. I love you, Song Y/N.”

You giggled and stroked his fringe out of his eyes, wedding band glistening in the sunlight.

“I love you too baby, so fucking much.”

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[likorys-shimenawa]

It's also perfectly fine to 'let disability stop you' from some things but not the others.

Example: I got fucky joints, as in they fuck me over as they please because I breathe wrong. It means if I write too long on my laptop, I gotta pop my wrists like a glow-stick (the mouse-hand literally had a deeper-than-normal ident where bone just Grew Different cause I'm chronically online).

I still write fanfic even if it makes my writsts hurt or when they're actively hurting and in compressing gloves or even a brace (don't write in a brace, it is NOT worth pain in completely new places).

Would not writing make them not hurt at all? Yes.

Would not writing make me miserable? Also yes.

I would never agree to a job where I mainly write because of this disability EVEN if I manage it as a hobby.

I also have a fucky spine, which means a disc would really like to pop out and Be Special, but we're keeping it in place with excersize and no lifting.

It means I can't stand/walk for too long or lift heavy things (let the orthopedist who cheerfully said 'if you snap you're not getting up' while I was diagnosed never understand 50 stages of panic he send me into in 1 minute).

I still go on probably-too-long shopping trips and carry occasional heavy bag. This means my excersize is mostly swimming and I do my remote job literally from my bed.

Could I hold an office job? Yes.

Would I need to take shit-ton more painkiller then? Also yes.

Disability means you cannot live 'normally', period. Learning to live with disability means learning what is worth dealing with some painfull side-effects and what is not.

"But why do you let your disability stop you?" Because that's.... what disabilities... do. That's... literally the basic definition... of being disabled... A disability impairs your ability to function. That's what the term means. That's the main thing