#yeah im pulling out all the stops for this

[cybrasigilism]

Hi, love your work! Could you write a virginity loss for the reader with thanos in the bathrooms of the games! Can y/n also be shy since it's their first time and have thanos be understanding and talk her through it +handjob ? Please and thank you!!

can’t lie i went a little insane when i saw this one 🤭🤭

Consideration (Thanos/Choi Su-bong [Player 230] X F! Reader HEADCANONS/DRABBLE)

warning: smut, crazy ik | not proofread | lowercase intended | virginity loss | soft dom! thanos (im not sure if this counts as OOC help-) | handjob | praise | public sex (it is the bathrooms after all) | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYYYY!! again with the point format, i feel much more at ease getting my ideas out this way, so please bear with me. my apologies if it’s hard to read because of this

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

➸ thanos, who couldn’t stop flirting with you throughout the games purely for the flustered reaction you gave almost on command.

➸ thanos, who upon finding out you were a virgin, found a way to get you alone in the bathrooms of the squid games, sneaking past the guards who surely didn’t care that he was in the wrong bathroom to begin with

➸ thanos, who had you pressed up against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom stall as his lips crashed against yours. he wasted almost no time in sliding his cold hands up your shirt, sending a shockwave of goosebumps and pleasure up your skin

➸ thanos, who spent so much time kissing and sucking on your neck, you would have been shocked if you walked out of this unscathed by hickeys. each time his tongue passed over your sensitive skin, you saw stars

➸ thanos, who had you kneel between his legs as he pulled his dick out, guiding your hand in his up and down the length of it.

➸ thanos, who encouraged you through the entirety of the handjob. who told you “fuck, your hands are so soft”, “ngh, feels so good when you touch me like that baby..”, “you’re doing great, keep going just like that, yeah” between breathy moans

➸ thanos, who’s hands never ceased to roam your body when you decided to straddle him for the first time. he reassured you when the pressure of sinking down onto him became almost too much at points, wiping the tears from your face. of course, he let you sit there for as much as you needed to adjust.

“shit, y’re taking me so well, señorita.”

“hey, hey— you’re doing amazing so far, don’t cry!”

“fuck i can’t wait to make you feel good…”

➸ thanos, who eased you into the whole process of riding him. he was used to a faster paced, intense, more hot and heavy kind of session, but this time was different. he could see the anxiety in your eyes, he definitely knew how big of a deal this was for you, and he wanted to make it as special as possible— for these circumstances anyhow.

“that’s it, you’re practically a natural already. that’s my girl, fuck.”

➸ thanos, who moved your hips himself when you had gotten shy on him. you were insecure of how good of a job you were doing, but he wasn’t going to stand for that. you already know he was going to make sure you knew how good you were doing— or rather, how good you felt.

“holy hell, you’re so tight.. fuck i dunno how long i’ll last señorita”

“so good… so good and all f’ me”

“don’t s—top, god i don’t ever want you to stop”

“what’s wrong? you’re fucking me so good, keep going!”

➸ thanos, whose moans drove you wild when you eventually got the boost of confidence you needed to start riding him yourself. the sounds he was making made you tighten even more than you thought possible, which in turn made him cry out even more.

“shit, if you keep going like this ‘m gonna cum”

“fuck yes, fuck me like that.. you got it, oh god, you got it”

“need ya’ s’bad… i needed this so b—ad, fuck!”

➸ thanos, who wrapped his arms around you after you came. he pulled you into him, chests heaving in tandem as you both came down off this metaphorical high. he caressed the back of your head, the praises he sang for you continued flowing.

“that was fucking, wow. y’ did so good, señorita.”

“see? i knew you could do it, such a good girl for me.”

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY GUYS!!

to the anon that requested this, i truly hope this is something like what you had in mind. and to everyone as a whole, i hope you enjoyed! i’ve been fighting off a mean writer’s block so i apologize if this isn’t my best work, but i’m just glad to put something out!

as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @strangelife122 @kvstjwonnie @pink-apples001 @fiicalapsiholoaga

[staryunaa]

spending Valentine’s Day with them! Pt.1

including sunday and aventurine and phainon

a/n - some may be a lil suggestive. i felt so awkward having to search up cute and creative Valentine’s Day dates so yeah….. hope you guys like this! ps can you tell who i like the most

❥sunday calls you “angel” / aventurine calls you “dear” / phainon calls you “wife/wifey”

follows and reblogs appreciated masterlist

✦𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

ice skating with sunday!

fiancé sunday! who can’t help but smile every time you trip as you enter the rink, trying his very best to hold in a small chuckle as he helps you up — his soft gloved palms still warm in the frosty ice rink.

“forgive me for laughing please… maybe next time let me help you first okay?”

fiancé sunday! who get flustered as you drink from the same hot chocolate cup as him, he can’t but think he’s doing something inappropriate— even though you’ve been engaged and dating for years now. even though it’s an indirect kiss, his wings still flutter at the thought of kissing you.

“are you sure you don’t want me to get you another cup — angel?”

fiancé sunday! who is surprisingly good at ice skating, turns out he took lessons as a kid!

you never knew how good sunday was at ice skating, you watch as sunday practices some spins but then he notices you blankly staring. “angel… do you not enjoy this-?” you quickly shake your head “no! it’s not that at all! it’s just..” you pause, looking up at sunday “i never knew you were this good at ice skating…” he smiles, holding your hand up and hums, taking you along the rink. he spins you around gently, swooping you back in and quickly pecking a kiss on your lips. “im quite glad you think im good at his, but it’s merely anything.” you can’t help but melt a little.. his words carried with a tender tone, you squeeze his hand before pulling on his scarf — effortlessly pulling him down, pecking a kiss on his lips too. “can you teach me then?” he laughs softly, before adjusting his scarf “of course anything for you angel…”

✦𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

a fancy dinner date!

boyfriend aventurine! who loves subtly flustering you, using subtle hints only to chuckle at you as he notice your cheeks turning red.

he pats the spot next to him, looking up to you — “is anything wrong? you ask, tilting your head at him “just need your attention dear.” he turns his body, his hand wrapping around your chin — admiring your eyes.

boyfriend aventurine! who enjoys holding you — keeping you warm as his arm is slung over your shoulder, his head buried in the nape of your neck.

“i don’t mind staying like this for longer…”

boyfriend aventurine! who loves teasing you so much, he even does it in public.

as a waiter places a plate on the table, you notice aventurine staring blankly at you. his gaze showing a loving expression, “aven..?” you call out, he blinks tilting his head smiling. “sorry… just admiring what’s mine.” you can’t help but flush, you know it’s normal since you guys are dating — “u-uh.. thank you?!” he grabs his drink, reaching his hand out for a cheer. you follow him, picking up your glass and joining him for a cheer, quickly taking a sip of your drink. aventurine starts to eat, and you nervously follow. after a few minutes, he cuts you a slice of his steak feeding it to you. his other hand holding your chin. “dear.. say ahh..” you softly open your mouth, “tongue out too dear..” your face turns a little red — hesitantly lolling your tongue out. aventurine smiles, reaching his hand out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and petting your head softly.

✦ 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍

breakfast in bed!

husband phainon! who loves cooking for you so much, he always makes sure you’re happy with your meal — if you think the meal is a little too salty to your liking, he creates a whole new dish perfected to your taste!

“n-no! it’s okay! i can handle a little salt!” you reach out trying to stop him from taking your plate — phainon wasn’t convinced, “I’ll make you something new, anything for you” a few minutes later, you watch as phainon comes out with a better and bigger dish — you couldn’t help but smile “you’re too good to me hubby…” phainon glanced up, smiling “i just want you to be happy dear…” his voice low and sincere.

husband phainon! who can’t help but get flustered every time you compliment his cooking

“ahh.. phainon this stir-fry is super good!” your eyes lighting up, taking another bite “you’re such a great cook!” phainon couldn’t help but go hot as he looked away, trying his beset to play it cool, “it’s just some simple stir-fry…” he muttered, his voice sounding a little gruff — he can’t help but feel his cheeks burn as you enjoy his cooking, he was used to getting compliments especially from his lovely wife but when it comes to his cooking… “it’s really nothing! i enjoy cooking for you..”

husband phainon! who can’t help but enjoy feeding you his home cooked breakfast.

phainon gently opened the door, a warm smile spreading across his face as he admires the sight of his wife — trying to balance the tray and a warm cup of tea. “good morning wifey!” his voice is soothing yet cheery. you wake up from the scent of something sweet and savory, its eggs benedict and perfectly cooked pancakes topped off with a light whipped cream. “mm…? all this for me? you look up at phainon, rubbing your eyes groggily — “mhm! all for my lovely wife!” he can’t help but grin ear to ear, at your surprised face. if he was a dog, his tail would be wagging and his ears would be pointed up — he pushes your hair out of your face quickly pecking a kiss on your forehead. “try this strawberry! and this blue berry!” after hundreds of bites and taste testing, phainon sighs happily and looks up at you “i love taking care of you…” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, “and i love letting you.”

anyways more parts maybe like soon

[haihoneys]

Pool Party Fun Times

Summary: San is getting really tired of this cat-and-mouse game he’s been playing with Y/N. Little does he know, she’s fed up too. What’s going to happen when they each decide they’re going to make a move at their mutual friend’s pool party?

Word Count: 3,763

Pairing: Choi San x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut - reader is a ✨screamer✨, mention of blood (bitten lip), barely proofread (im defs high editing this oops), unprotected sex (pls be smart)

A/N: this is set in the same universe as If The Heavens Ever Did Speak and Afternoon Delight. you don’t have to read those to read this, though!! just thought i would mention it hehe. if you wanna get really specific… it actually happens the same day as Afternoon Delight… its the same party 👀

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The first time they met, San found himself drawn to her. She just had this magnetism about her that seemed to always keep him in her orbit. From the second Yeosang, a long-time friend of her’s apparently, introduced them to one another at a listening party San was just…enamored. She was all twinkling eyes and bright smiles, fluttering lashes and breathy laughs. 

Since then, she’d been popping up randomly in his world.

Two days after the listening party, they ran into each other at a cafe. A week after that, he was picking up some takeout from his favorite chicken place and all but ran into her as she was leaving the same restaurant. The very next day, as he was leaving the dance practice, he saw her from across the street as she was exiting a cab. 

San smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed and called her name. Y/N whipped around, shock coloring her features as she searched for the stranger calling for her. He jogged across the street, huffing another chuckle as he stopped before her. 

“We really need to stop running into each other like this.”

She laughed and nodded her agreement, reaching out a hand to rest on his bicep.  

The gentle touch had him biting down on the inside of his cheeks to keep from sighing and leaning closer to her.

“Yeah, we definitely do,” she smiled up at him, and to his horror, she pulled her hand away to hoist her bag up higher on her shoulder. “I actually have a meeting I need to get to. But, here, let me see your phone?”

San immediately started fumbling for his phone, patting at his pockets until he found the device. He unlocked it before placing it in her waiting palm. Y/n pulled out her own phone, swiping until she open… Snapchat… of all things and opened up her profile to show the qr code. She found the same app on his phone and opened it up, scanning the code to add her as a ‘friend.’ 

She made a satisfied little hmph sound as she locked his phone and handed it back to him. “Ooh, the request came through! Let me accept it before I head to my meeting.”

And they had been dancing around each other ever since, skirting just on the edge of flirting.

A shirtless, post-workout gym selfie from San. A shot of her legs in a bubble bath in response. 

A reply to his story complimenting his new haircut. A little video showing off said haircut as he thanked her.

Nothing too overt, but at the same time… it wasn’t just nothing.

They were both aware of the mutual attraction, of the suggestiveness of some of their photos and messages. But neither of them were making any real moves towards the other.

That is, until they were thrown into a group chat together with all their friends and invited to a pool party to celebrate the start of the summer.

Their phones pinged at the same time from opposite sides of the city: Y/N tucked into her cozy apartment and San in the back of an SUV on his way back to the dorms from the studio.

That was it. That was the opportunity they needed. This party would be the perfect time to make a move.

Of course, both of them choked when the day came. Offering up only shy hellos and timid waves when they saw each other.

In San’s defense though, she just looked too fucking good. When he saw her in the low-cut summer dress, nipples poking through the thin fabric, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to adjust his semi-hard cock in his jeans.

He spent the rest of the afternoon making eyes at her from across the pool deck, not bothering to hide the fact or even deny it when Wooyoung giggled about it.

And she was sending those looks right back to him! He swore she was fluttering her long eyelashes at him, too. And maybe he started to think about how she would look up at him when she was on her knees for him… about how she’d take him down her throat and - 

A beach ball came soaring across the deck and smacked him on the forehead. He stood there, a bit dazed, as he snapped out of his thoughts.

Wooyoung was doubled over, laughing so hard he was near tears, trying to choke out an apology. San huffed and rolled his eyes, picking the pool toy up and hurling it back at Wooyoung.

San smiled at the dull thwack! as it made contact with the side of his head.

“Ow!” Wooyoung gasped, hand flying to rub at his head. “No way it hit you that hard!” 

“Serves you right, brat,” San shrugged. Honestly, it was probably for the best with the way his thoughts were spiraling just seconds ago. 

San eventually found himself behind the outdoor bar, playing bartender much to the delight of his friends. Yunho and Mingi’s cheering for him caught Y/N’s attention from across the deck, her focus pulling away from the boys’ makeup artist to land on the rowdy trio. 

She excused herself at the first lull in the conversation, claiming she needed another drink despite the nearly full seltzer she was nursing, and seated herself at the far end of the bar. 

San turned toward her, leaning back against the counter behind him as he tossed the towel he was using to dry his hands over his shoulder. He crosses his thick arms and Y/N’s eyes locked in on the corded muscles and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about him pinning her down and - 

“What can I getcha miss?”

His question brought her back to reality, her cheeks and ears heating as he stared her down.

‘He knows’ she thought ‘he absolutely, 100% knows that I was just thinking about him pinning me to the bed upstairs.’ 

“Um,” she stuttered, suddenly nervous under the weight of his intense gaze. “Surprise me.” 

The left corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk as he uncrossed his arms and turned away from her. He began pouring various mixers and liquors into a shaker before slapping the top on and shaking the concoction. Y/N watched him and nearly moaned at the way the toned muscles in his shoulders and back flexed and moved under his white t-shirt as he went about the task. 

Yeosang just so happened to pass behind her and reached up to tug on a lock of her hair to get her attention. Y/N hummed, barely acknowledging her friend, and Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

“Close your mouth. You’re starting to drool,” he teased before walking off again. 

Y/N swatted at him as he went, mumbling for him to hush because she was busy watching a ‘show.’ 

San scooped some ice into a glass and poured the mixture over it, making a show of licking the fingers of his right hand as he slid her the drink with his left. He leaned forward onto the bar, and the muscles of his arms shifted again. He noted Y/N’s eyes following his movements, and he smirked.

“Let me know what you think.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great.” She reached for the glass, making sure to just barely brush the tips of her fingers against his forearm as she did. She kept her eyes locked on his as she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip.

“I bet it’ll be the best you’ve ever had.” 

Y/N choked and spluttered on her drink, the heat returning to her cheeks. She looked up at him when she finally caught her breath, ready to spew something about how the drink had just gone down the wrong way. But when her eyes locked on his face again he was giving her the biggest shit eating grin and something clicked into place.

She realized he had been torturing her on purpose. Well, two could play at that game, she supposed. 

She leaned forward onto the bar, purposefully crossing her arms under her tits so they were pushed up practically in his face. She gave herself an extra point in their little game when she noticed his eyes dip down to her cleavage. He flicked his eyes back up to meet hers, his mouth opening to say something clever, to try to fluster her again. So she beat him to the punch.

“Hmm.. I bet I could top it.”

San cocked an eyebrow and grinned at her. “Is that so?” 

Y/N hummed in affirmation and took another sip of her drink. This time, she had to bite back her cringe as the alcohol actually made contact with her taste buds. It was atrocious; nail polish remover probably would have gone down smoother than the literal poison he had given her.

But she smiled, her best attempt at coy, and slid off the bar stool without another word, making sure to put a little emphasis in the sway of her hips as she made her way to the sliding door that led directly into the sunroom of the house. 

It was one of those cliche-as-fuck moments where San thought “damn I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave”. 

He was still leaned over the bar, trying to give her at least a few minutes of a head start so everyone still gathered around the pool and bar wouldn't immediately know what they were about to get up to.

The last shred of his willpower flew out the window, though, when she made it to the door and looked over her shoulder at him. She grinned like she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.

And to be fair, she did. 

San pushed off the bar and, as casually as he could, walked towards the door she’d just disappeared through. He found her in the sunroom leaning against the sideboard that was pressed directly under the window, back to the door as she played on her phone.

He stepped behind her and wrapped an arm around her from behind, one hand splaying across her lower tummy as she discarded her phone. San leaned in and moved the hair from her neck and shoulder before leaning in and pressing a kiss just beneath her ear. 

“You thought you were cute out there, huh?”

She could feel the smirk he pressed into the skin of her neck, and then all of the bravado she had worked up was suddenly gone as she practically melted into his touch.

“Bet you thought you had the upper hand all day…Just flouncing around in this flimsy little dress.”

His hands started to wander, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they slid from her hips, up her abdomen to cup and squeeze at her tits. “Not wearing a fucking bra… bet you aren’t wearing panties either, are you?” San laughs, and it’s a sardonic, almost cruel sound.

He pinched at one of her nipples and involuntarily bucked into her when she whimpered and arched into his touch. He slid a hand up further so he could grasp her neck, turning her head towards him just a bit so he could see her pretty face. 

“What if I’m not?” She was breathless as she said it, the anticipation, the want, evident in her tone.

She was clenching her thighs together, trying for any sort of friction, for any sort of relief. San laughed again and dropped the hand that was still on her chest back to her hip. He started to grab and bunch the fabric there, hiking her dress up just enough to slip his hand under the hem.

Y/N whimpered as his fingers brushed over her thighs, tracing shapes and patterns so close yet so far from where she truly wanted him. She was ready to beg for it, the plea on the tip of her tongue when he finally, blessedly moved his hand between her thighs and slid his fingers through her folds. 

He pulled his hand away and held it up in front of their faces, the setting sun shining through the window and reflecting off the sticky wetness on his fingers. 

“You’re being a tease,” she breathed out, chest heaving. 

San laughed and Y/N was beginning to hate the sound and how it made her pussy clench and ache for him. She turned in his grip and watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

He groaned at the taste of her. He was going to spend a long, long time between her thighs. He wanted to fucking drink her and all she had to give him. 

Then he was kissing her, hands in the hair at the base of her skull and pulling just hard enough to guide her where he wanted her. She could still taste herself on his tongue and it was driving her fucking insane, her head swimming.

The primal urge to tear into each other was palpable. The kiss was all clashing teeth and bitten lips, wet and sticky with spit and a bit of blood from a bite that was just a bit too hard. San pulled away a fraction, his pupils blown wide as he stared her down. 

Y/N zoned in on the drop of blood on his lip and gasped. “Fuck! I’m so sorry…oh my god… I didn’t realize I was going that crazy.”

She was speaking a mile a minute, rambling and apologizing profusely, and San cut her off with another searing kiss. 

“What’s pleasure without a bit of pain?” He walked them backwards as he said it, his hands still tangled in her hair.

He eased them down onto the daybed at the back of the room, pulling her into his lap and rucking her dress back up around her hips so she could straddle him.

“You okay?” He asked, wanting to keep her comfort at the top of his priorities. 

“God, yes,” she breathed out and went back in for another kiss, licking into his mouth like she wanted to imprint the taste of him in her own mouth. Y/N started grinding down onto him, the fly of his jeans and the hardness of his cock providing the most delicious friction against her clit.

He moaned into her mouth, strong hands on her hips, dragging her back and forth over his lap until she was whimpering and whining for him. San kissed at the corner of her mouth and murmured to her, “You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum just from humping me like this, baby?” 

She whined and nodded her head frantically, her voice fully gone, the pressure building and building in her lower belly until her toes were curling and stars were bursting behind her eyelids. San hummed below her, hands still pushing and pulling at her as she started to writhe above him, riding out her high.

San watched her, in rapture, as she lost herself to the pleasure. He wanted to burn the sight into the backs of his eyelids so he could conjure it up the next time he found himself alone and wanting.

“I need you inside me right now or I might fucking die.”

That might be the hottest thing he’d ever heard. 

She lifted herself onto her knees - there was just enough space between them to allow her to fumble with his pants and help him shimmy them down his thick thighs. She almost started salivating at the sight of his cock slapping up against his abdomen, heavy and swollen and already leaking precum. 

“Can’t have that now, can we?” He tried to joke, but his laugh was cut off by a guttural groan as she sank down onto him. The wet, molten heat of her might just be heaven, his own personal nirvana. He honestly thought he could live there, buried to the hilt in her pretty little cunt.

Then she started rocking against him and moaning his name, and San nearly came undone at the sound. He gripped at her hips, fingers pressing marks that would surely turn to bruises, and picked her up just enough to give him room to fuck up into her.

The angle was damn near perfect, she could feel every ridge and vein of him, could feel the tip of his cock kissing against her cervix. Her head fell back as she moaned at a particularly well-placed thrust, leaving her throat exposed to him. And San took full advantage of it.

He leaned forward and attached his lips to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Biting down until she whined - he was starting to think that high-pitched, needy little noise was going to become one of his favorite sounds - before he laved over the quickly reddening mark with his tongue to soothe the sting of pain. 

She was clawing at his arms and shoulders, nails raking down his skin, and he hissed at the sharp bite of it. But he loved it. Loved that she was marking him up, putting her claim on him in such a visible way. Just as he had done to her. 

Suddenly, he was flipping them, and she squealed, arms flying up to wrap around his neck. San never lost his momentum though, fucking into her with even more force thanks to the new angle and leverage. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking new marks onto the column of her throat.

“Fuckkkk,” he groaned into her, pressing the curse into her skin between the kisses, “you feel so fucking good.” 

Words were lost to her at that point; her eyes rolled back in her head as he slammed into her over and over again. She was whimpering and keening beneath him, her hands tangled in and tugging at his hair as he kept pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

San slipped his own hand between them, effortlessly finding her swollen clit. It was a bit clumsy at first, but he steadied himself quickly, drawing tight little circles over her. He sped up his thrusts, and the force of it had them sliding over the edge of the bed.

He was somehow clear-headed enough to thank god that the daybed was low. Practically just cushions on the floor already, so neither of them ended up hurt when they fully slid to the floor.

Y/N didn’t even seem to notice the shift, pupils blown wide, and cheeks flushed. She looked so fucked out that he thought he might could cum just from the look on her face. From knowing that it was him that put that look there. He set back to rubbing at her clit, determined to make her cum again.

“Can you cum for me again, baby? I need you to cum for me… c’mon and give it to me, yeah?

She didn’t need words to answer him, her body taking over and doing it for her as her pussy clamped down so tight around him that he couldn’t fucking move.

The blinding ecstasy ripped through her, and she screamed his name as her vision fully whited out. She was clinging to him like she might slip away from the earth if he wasn’t there tethering her to it, arms thrown around his shoulders and legs hooked over his hips.

San slapped a hand over her mouth, torn between relishing in the fact that he was the one making her scream like that and being worried about everyone just on the other side of the window being able to hear them. 

He swore to himself that next time, he would make sure they were fully alone. That they had all the privacy they needed so she could be as loud as she wanted. So he would be able to hear all those pretty sounds at full volume.

San knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, the fluttering of her cunt around him and the muffled whines she was making from behind his hand were sending him barreling towards his own climax.

He quickly pulled out, sitting back on his calves, his hand flew over his cock as he gave himself a few pumps. San moaned as he came, hot ropes of cum spilling onto her lower belly. 

She was still trembling through her aftershocks as she hummed and brought her fingers to the mess, swirled them around before bringing them to her lips and licking them clean. The menace made sure to keep her gaze locked on his as she did it, moaning at the taste of him as he watched her slack-jawed.

“Didn’t think it was fair that you got to taste me and I didn’t get to taste you.”

San snorted as he rolled to the side of her, flinging his arm over his face. “Keep looking at me like that and saying shit like that and you’ll definitely be tasting me soon.”

Y/N laughed, and it had him giggling in turn. San wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, pressing soft kisses to her temple. They gave themselves a few moments to fully catch their breaths before they decided they should clean up and head back out to the party before their friends came looking for them.

He needed to find her something clean to wear and offer to have her dress dry cleaned. He told her as much, but she waved him off, telling him not to worry about it. 

San leaned against the doorframe and watched as she tried her best to tame her hair into something remotely presentable. 

“By the way,” he started, “You’re really loud. I was sure someone was going to come in here thinking I was killing you or something.”

Y/N flushed and looked away from him, embarrassed that he had brought it up after the fact. “Sorry… I get so caught up I can’t really help it…”

San paused, head tilting to the side and grinning softly at her.

“I never said it was a bad thing. Or that I didn’t like it. In fact,” He took a step forward, just close enough to be able to settle a hand on her hip, the other cupping her cheek. “I plan on hearing those sounds again. And seeing just how loud you can get."

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[luvyeni]

CELIBATE ♱. ── ( 정성찬 )

𝓲𝓿 ⦂ after a horrible terrible breakup with your ex; you swore off men, you were gonna be celibate for the foreseeable future … then here comes sungchan with a terrible first impression …

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 chapter seventeen. basketball .ᐟ

“if he comes in and starts something, jimin you kick him the shin and i’ll hit him in the head with my platform shoe.”

the three of you turned to julie; watching her fix her makeup. “it’s was just a suggestion.” you scoffed. “one that will get us all put in a cell.” the four of you were sitting in the stands waiting for the other team to get ready. “hopefully he’ll just play the game and leave.” you knew that wasn’t gonna happen — because you knew geonu and you knew sungchan. “yeah , hopefully.”

just as you said that you heard a group of rowdy hoots and hollers. “here we go.” your eyes automatically went to sungchan , who was already staring at you. he waved excitedly, making you laugh , waving back. “jesus girl , he is obsessed, he didn’t even notice the other team was here.” you rolled your eyes. “it’s cute.” you said , you had to admit , the boy really did grow on you. “he’s cute.” you could hear the gagging of your friends from beside you. “yeah she forsure not surviving our 3 months of celibacy.”

you couldn’t smile for long; because your smile immediately dropped as both the teams walked on to the court , geonu stood right in front of sungchan and you could see sungchan stop smiling. “oh no.” wonbin said. “he’s gonna taunt him the entire game.” you sighed , sungchan looked for you in the crowd. “there she is.” he heard the irritating voice in front of him. “sitting pretty as she always is.” he could feel his blood began to boil. “you know after we kick your teams ass , maybe i should ask her to come back to my place.”

before sungchan could react , shotaro pulled him to the other side. “get your head out of your ass for a second and ignore him.” the older boy whispered. “do what you have to do after we win this.” he nodded , looking at you once more , before the referee blew the whistle; signaling the game was beginning.

you still didn’t know what was going on in the game , but you could tell it wasn’t going well for sungchan and his team; the number on the scoreboard confirming. “they have no chance if sungchan doesn’t make this shot.” wonbin said. “let’s hope he really isn’t as bad at free throws like eunseok said.” you huffed , biting your lip in anxiety. “please make it.”

“just shoot it , don’t think about.” eunseok said. “think about how im gonna kick your ass if you don’t.” followed up. “just do it.” seunghan said , he huffed , the ball in his hand , raising it about his head , and shooting it — and he made it. “fuck yeah!” they all slapped his back in a congratulatory. “we just need three more points and we can still win this thing.”

he let out a sigh of relief; noticing your anxious eyes in the crowd , doing a smile gesture towards , mouthing the word. he was suddenly shoved , making him bump into anton who caught him. “fucking play the game.” geonu huffed , walking by frustrated. “hey.” anton stopped him by grabbing his shoulders. “don’t let him get to you.”

“sungchan is about to beat the shit out of him,” jimin said. “and i fully support him.” so ready for the game to just be over so they can go. “there’s a minute left, all one of them has to do is shoot a three pointer and we can finally go.” wonbin reassured. “no bruises or blood , we’re almost there.”

sungchan was pissed off; he had been pushed and shoved by the boy too many times for his liking and was one shove away from being disqualified. “pass it to sungchan, he's good at three pointers.” shotaro said. “just make the basket and we can go home winners.” everyone agreed as the referee blew the whistle. “let’s do it.”

it happened so fast , you could’ve missed it. one second he was shooting the ball — and it went in. the gym erupting into cheers as the score changed , signaling their win. “they won!” you shot up , clapping as hard as you could. “didn’t understand it , but they won!” the four of you cheered. “let’s go down.” you grabbed wonbins hands , dragging him down the steps down on to the court. “channie!”

he felt you before he turned around , your body crashing into his. “you won!” he felt you jumping in his arms. “you’re more excited than i am right now , you hugging me is more exciting.” he smiled. “shut up.” he wrapped his arms around you again , holding you tightly. “okay , wrap this up , you need to go shower.” you said. “why you finally letting me over?” you rolled your eyes. “go , before wonbin drags shotaro in there , don’t underestimate him and a sweaty man.” you said , watching your friend eye the man. “so that’s a yes?” he smirked. “it’s a— yn.”

you were interrupted by an irritating voice. “seriously.” sungchans stepping in front of you. “you already lost , just go.” he said , geonu laughed. “you won by a landslide.” julie picking up on what was going on. “yn , come on , we’re going out to eat.” you turned to sungchan. “i’ll be fine.” you nodded , walking towards your friend. “you yn if that offer still stands from a few days ago.” geonu started , grabbing your wrist. “I’m down for whatever you were saying.”

you tried to pull away but he had a grip on your wrist. “let me fucking go.” the gym finally catching on to what was happening. sungchan was confused; what was he talking about? and most importantly why was he touching you? he felt all of his anger from being pushed and shoved from this man finally boiling over , before any of the guys could pull him away he was already punching him in the face , you stepped back in shock as the man fell to the floor.

his adrenaline was still high; because right after doing that , he didn’t even bother trying to explain himself to the referee, he turned to you , grabbing both of cheeks , pulling you into a kiss; making sure geonu saw it , before pulling away , but the look in his eyes was anger. he was angry; at you? geonu? who knew because shotaro was dragging him away and jimin and karina were already dragging you out of the gym wonbin following behind , leaving a bleeding geonu on the gym floor.

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𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 previous. celibate masterlist. next. .ᐟ

©️LUVYENI

[polaroidpascal]

happy anniversary || frankie morales

AO3 || MASTERLIST || PART 1

pairing : frankie morales x f!reader

summary : pt 2 to valentine's day! frankie made your valentine's day – and five year anniversary – one to remember for sure. now as you rest in the bath together, the two of you reminisce on the first time you met.

tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, lots and lots of kissing (again. im sorry. i just wanna kiss him so badly.), heart-achingly sweet (i'd apologize but no i won't), taking a stroll down memory lane, something about a ring? idk!, unprotected p in v sex, cumming together, creampie

WC: 1.6k

a/n : happy valentine's day!! had to squeeze this buzzer beater entry in before midnight for me because i've been wanting to write a pt 2 for this story for literally a year now and i think there's no better time than one year after posting pt 1 🥹 i just love this guy SO FUCKING MUCH and i know he would be the most loving partner to ever grace this earth. okay, i'll stop yapping about him, i hope y'all enjoy!! 💜

“You wanna go rest in the bath for a bit?”

“Mmm…” you hum. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

He carefully rises to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to run the water. “Hey, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What was that thing you said about a ring?”

“Shit–” you hear him curse. He comes back with a slight urgency in his walk and kisses you… long… When he pulls away, he brings his hand up to your chin and whispers, “You never heard a thing,” planting a cute peck on your lips. You laugh at him before watching him disappear back into the bathroom.

You lay in your bed, bare and radiating heat, while Frankie runs a bath for the two of you to share, and you feel so full of love for him remembering everything he's done for you today to make it special.

The breakfast, driving you to work, the dinner, the flowers– god, and everything he just did to you...

You lay with your arm covering your eyes, a deep sigh leaving your nose as you settle into the warm afterglow feeling of it all, but it's quickly broken with a peck to your exposed lips.

Frankie peels your arm away from your face, leaning over the side of the bed to lock lips with you, a gentle but deep kiss to pull you back to reality.

"Bath is ready, amor," he says with a smile, standing up straight and reaching a hand down for you to take. He helps you off the bed, your legs a bit wobbly walking towards the bathroom.

And as if his surprises would ever stop, the door opens to reveal a dimly lit bathroom, illuminated only by even more candles scattered everywhere, some stray rose petals littering the tiles, and a big bathtub with bubbles stacked higher than you've ever seen.

Frankie steps into the bath first, sinking below the mist of bubbles making you giggle with the slight wincing he does from the hot water. He holds his arms out to you and you follow, wincing a bit as well sinking under the hot water and settling in his lap. His arms wrap around your middle burying his face into your neck when you lean into him, both of you exhaling in content.

"Thank you," you sigh, a smile faint on your face but apparent in your voice.

"Hm?" he mutters, sleepy and mumbly, flirting with sleep curled into your neck.

"I said thank you. For today. For the last five years. Just... I don't think I say it enough."

He sits up in an instant, grabbing your chin and turning you towards him. His big brown puppy eyes burn holes in your gaze. "Amor... you don't have to thank me. You know that, right?"

All you can do is stare back at him, watching his eyes search your face and you see something flash across his eyes. "Can I tell you a story?"

"Uh... y-yeah. What story?"

He pauses for a minute before a smile – the most gentle one you've ever seen – creeps across his face. "When we first met."

It was a party, one of those where you know the host but not the rest of the crowd. You and Santi had been best friends as kids, but you weren't familiar with most of the people there, the majority of them being friends he made at boot camp, so you found yourself being–

"–a little bit of a wallflower. But I noticed you right away. It took a lot of liquid courage to go up to you, y'know."

You chuckle. "No way you were tipsy when you came over."

"Oh, was I tipsy... it took three rum and cokes and a literal shove from Santi to make me walk your way– hey! Don't laugh!"

Frankie walked up next to you without you really noticing. "Uh, not much one for dancing, huh?" His voice snapped you out of your daze, your mind having wandered to thoughts of how much longer you'd stay and what you had to do tomorrow.

When you looked up, you didn't know who to expect (mostly because you didn't know anyone there), but you definitely didn't expect to see such a cute boy trying to strike a conversation with you.

"Um... n-no. No, not really," you stutter.

"It was like divine intervention that that song played just in time to ask you to dance."

The slow music filled the air as Frankie craned his head over to the dance floor. "Would you like to...?" he said, extending his hand to you.

Maybe it was Frankie's charm, or maybe it was a little bit of liquid courage for you, too, but the next thing you knew, he had his arm around your waist and your hands were clasped behind his neck. The two of you swayed to the music, you following his lead and him keeping a gentleman-like hold on you, eyes never leaving your face.

"I don't think I ever told you how pretty you were that night."

You think back and huff a bit of a laugh. "No?"

"No. Like a complete idiot."

You start to laugh, remembering what really happened.

"You're laughing again. Why are you laughing?" he chuckles, squeezing you a little closer to his warm torso, the bubbles slowly disappearing from the water.

"Well, I hate to skip your little story but... you do remember how that night ended, right?"

"Oh, I do..."

That night ended in the backseat of Frankie's truck, in the driveway of your house. A hot mess of huffs and puffs and moans, the body of the truck rocking around in the dead middle of the night.

Frankie couldn't keep his hands off of you, never letting his touch leave your body as you bounced in his lap.

"Jesus... you're so fucking beautiful... feels so good..." he moaned.

"Fuck... fuck, I think I'm gonna–"

"You couldn't stop calling me pretty."

"Oh, yeah. Right..." he says, bashful as can be with a blush spreading across his broad chest, shiny with the last remnants of bubbles from the water.

You turn your head to kiss him, your mouths gently brushing together as your hand reaches to hold his face.

Frankie pulls away first, thumb stroking your cheek staring into your eyes.

"You're just as pretty as that day, y'know. You get prettier every day, amor."

And that feeling comes back. That heart-swelling, chest-tightening feeling from all the love you have for him. You can't help the tears that threaten your waterline welling up uncontrollably.

You turn your body to face him, straddling his lap and draping your hands over his shoulders, crashing your lips together in a deep, slow kiss. You can feel him between your legs, his cock starting to twitch as blood flows back into it from your kissing and quiet moans.

Frankie breaks the kiss one more time. "You asked about... um..."

"Yes?"

"The, uh... you asked about... the ring thing..."

Your heart flutters in your chest, your breath hitching in anticipation.

He lets out a nervous chuckle. "Well, this isn't really how I thought it'd go but..."

"Oh my god are you–"

"N-no! Well, not 'no' but... I just... man, I'm doing a terrible job, aren't I?" he jokes, the two of you giggling together.

You kiss him again, your mind wandering and realizing that, while odd, might be the most perfect way he could have asked. Or presented the idea. Or just anything.

Intimate, just the two of you. Personal, reminiscing on when you met. Memorable, naked in a bathtub on your fifth anniversary seems pretty unforgettable in its own way.

So, in some strange, specific way... it's perfect.

"Yes..." you mumble against his lips, barely able to annunciate it right.

"'Yes'? Did you say 'yes'?"

You nod, whimpering against his lips. "Yes... want that ring... want you, Frankie..." you moan between kisses.

You feel his cock twitch again, groaning into your mouth. "Mhm... want you too..." His hands roam across your back, his touch unable to leave your body. Some things never change, you think.

"Promise I'm gonna do this the right way, okay?... Gonna get you flowers... gonna... get you dressed up... not just naked in the tub..."

"You already did those things today, y'know... there's no 'right way'..." He looks at you with those puppy eyes again. "I think this is just as perfect as if you took me to some pretty hillside or something."

And its his turn for his heart to flutter, a tingle spreading from head to toe before the two of you melt into each other, impossibly close as you press your chest to his, your lips together, his hips grinding up into you and yours grinding against his length.

He reaches under the cooling water grabbing his cock and lining it up with you, slowly sliding back into you for the second time tonight.

"Fuck..." you say, a breathy moan slipping from your lips.

"God, it never gets old..." Frankie says as you slide all the way down taking him up to the hilt, letting you adjust before slowly rocking your hips back and forth on his lap.

As many times as you've been like this with him, nothing compares to this time. You can't tell where you end and he begins, your bodies melting into one another and your tongues tangling in knots. The water sloshes around you as you lazily grind against him, the wiry hairs at his base rubbing against your clit perfectly.

He doesn't stand a chance with the way you pulse around him, his cock throbbing, riding the edge of an orgasm as quick as a fucking teenager. You're not any different, feeling him jump inside you and hearing him moan against your mouth.

You keep grinding against him, keep moaning into him, until you both come undone together, whining into each other's mouths and holding each other tight. You squeeze his cock tight as his hips twitch and he jolts inside of you, painting your walls once again.

You pant against each other, your forehead resting against his neck as he holds you tight.

"I love you," he whispers, running his hands up and down your back.

You can't help the smile that blooms across your face, nuzzling further into him and kissing his neck. "I love you too, Frankie."

[0809sysblings]

Amane, indoctrination, and gaslighting

and why voting Amane innocent would be the best course of action

I've been wanting to write a big post on Amane talking about indoctrination and such. Because I see takes sometimes that make it clear the person doesn't really... Get It.

Most of what I'll be explaining comes from my personal experiences growing up.

Additionally, most of what I say when it comes to outcomes (i.e. "If x happens, Amane will do y") will be based on the assumption that realism, not entertainment, is prioritized in the writing and that there are no major holes in our knowledge of what's going on. Theoretically anything could happen since this is a fictional scenario and we don't know everything when it comes to the world, the cases, and the characters. Not to mention my situation was nowhere near as extreme as hers. So although I probably have a better understanding of it than most people, I definitely can't claim that I know what she's gone through.

Personal anecdotes I add to better support my points will be in the small font (this!) since I don't want them to distract from the main text and so that they can be easily skipped for those who may be worried about being triggered. But if anyone needs plain text descriptions, I'll happily provide them!

!! TW for child abuse, religious abuse, and cults !!

I recommend skipping my personal anecdotes if more detailed discussions about these topics are a trigger for you.

At the heart of "good" (read: successful) indoctrination is gaslighting.

Since gaslighting has been one of the many psychology terms completely watered down and distorted by the internet, I will define it just so we're all on the same page!

Gaslighting is a form of psychological manipulation used to make the victim question their own sanity, sense of reality, or power of reasoning.

Basically, you can't trust yourself. You can't trust your thoughts, your feelings, your interpretations, etc. You become completely reliant on other people (usually specific people who are the ones doing the gaslighting) to figure out what's real/true or not.

Toxic/extremist religious groups like to take gaslighting a step further though. Not only do they make it so you cannot trust yourself to judge what is right or not, they may also teach you that what feels wrong is actually right. You can see where this can start to cause some issues lol.

Anything your gut may tell you that contradicts what the group/cult leaders tell you—"this is wrong!", "this is bad!", "I don't want to do this..."—must be ignored. Because those feelings and thoughts, according to the leaders, are actually the sinful part of you trying to lead the good and faithful part of you astray. They make you question yourself to make sure you never question them.

They will figuratively or literally beat this into you until your first instinct is no longer to listen to your gut and do what it says, but to dismiss it and do what it's telling you not to do. Existing becomes a chronic power struggle between your unconscious mind and your conscious mind. Unfortunately, the fact that you're struggling often then gets used against you as proof that you need to follow their teachings. Because if you're unhappy, then you must be doing something wrong. You just need to have a little more faith, dedicate a little more time to the religion/group, go a little harder into your duties... Only then will you feel better—feel more enlightened.

An integral part in making all this work is isolation. If you don't somehow isolate the members, they may figure out that they're being manipulated and abused.

Now, isolation doesn't always mean purely physical isolation (though Amane is being isolated physically to at least some capacity). Psychological isolation is almost just as powerful. An almost universal psychological isolation tactic used by extremist groups and cults is the "Us vs Them" mentality. We can see this being very prominent with Amane. A lot of things she talks about with regard to the cult involves an Us-vs-Them dynamic. There is "Us", the cult, and "Them", everyone else.

Personally, we were taught that those who weren't believers of our religion were out to get us or will, at the very least, get us hurt/killed somehow. We were told many people wanted us dead just for being believers. You had to be careful and watch out when interacting with non-believers; you couldn't trust them. God was constantly testing you via others, and you had to make sure you stayed faithful.

This in particular is why no matter if you vote guilty or innocent, that itself will not actually do anything to change her beliefs. Voting her guilty will not make her start to feel bad and then question her beliefs. Voting her innocent will not make her listen to us and then question her beliefs. If we make her have any doubt about the cult, that's just proof to her that what we're telling her is wrong and is just another "trial" from God for her to overcome. So, changing her beliefs should not be a factor considered when voting since it's completely irrelevant. Everything can be twisted to support the cult. That's just how it works.

I don't think any amount of punishment will make Amane "come to her senses". I mean... what could we possibly do to her that she hasn't already had to endure? Punishment will likely only escalate things even more. Not to mention that having a bit of a fascination with martyrdom isn't all that uncommon in those who have been religiously abused and indoctrinated. The threat of punishment may only serve to motivate her to double down on her beliefs and behavior. Not to say she wants and likes punishment. It's obvious she's both scared of punishment and wants it to stop. After all, that's most likely the motive behind the murder.

Even prior to Amane's age, I was already fantasizing about being a martyr. A part of me almost wanted to be killed for my religion and community. It was seen as something extremely admirable. The ultimate sacrifice, if you will. We were taught that if given the choice between saving yourself by denying your faith or letting yourself be hurt/killed by standing your ground, you should choose the latter. Of course, I also did not want that to happen at all. It scared me shitless. But we weren't allowed to be scared about that stuff. It was seen as questioning God and the religious authorities, which was completely taboo. So I had no choice but to "want" it.

Isolating Amane is the worst possible thing we could do to her. No one gets better from being isolated, and this goes double for people living in abusive environments. She's been isolated her whole life. The best thing for her would be spending time with the other prisoners without restrictions. The more time she spends around people who have no connection to the cult, the better. Trying to argue with those in cults about why they're wrong and why they are in a cult (because most don't even recognize they're in a cult due to the gaslighting, indoctrination, and stigma) will almost always backfire. The best thing to do is to just be there for them to have someone to interact with who is not a cult member.

The only reason I left the extremist religious community I grew up in was because I made a friend who was not affiliated with it. I don't think I would've been able to see that the conditions I was living in were Not Very Good without that friend. He didn't even really do anything to actively help me. Just learning more about the real world through him was enough to make me start looking closer at my life.

To vote her guilty would be to continue isolating her. Not just physically as the guilty prisoners get restrictions put on them, but it's also an inescapable psychological isolation. Innocent vs Guilty is just another Us vs Them dynamic.

I fear that, if she ends up guilty this trial, she will likely be voted guilty again in trial 3. Her aggression will probably only escalate as she feels herself becoming more and more cornered. And since I know many people are voting her guilty solely to make sure she doesn't hurt Shidou or other prisoners, I can only imagine what the voting will look like for her in trial 3 once she's forced to become even more aggressive to protect herself.

And tbh... I can't imagine that having a prisoner with 3 guilty verdicts will make for all that interesting of a story for them. Not that it would be boring, per se. But having variety would, in my opinion, be the most interesting and entertaining! So, if nothing else I've said has been able to sway those who vote her guilty, then think about the entertainment factor!

Please vote this severely traumatized 12 y/o girl innocent. We can give her so many secret cakes to eat.

[umblrspectrum]

happy solvermas

[qualityrain]

why are they batshit insane

[dukeofthomas]

why does every reconciliation fic go like this

[adahlenan]

But I'd rather not remind myself and leave it all behind And I've tried so hard to fix it all but nothing seems to help

[ltlemon]

along the lines of the 'jonathan sims would not survive in malevolent' post I am here to posit that he would Also not survive in wolf 359. like you dont even understand it would go So Badly. he would be Too Adamant on figuring out the whole conspiracy thing Way Too Soon and would probably end up shot as soon as the si-5 team shows up. he'd just get too involved. eiffel's survivability is still up in the air though.

[itsbrucey]

You think Darryl ever grabbed one of Glenn's horns to make a point and Glenn moaned a little. And they both decided not to deal with it.

[ccbatman]

actually so evil how much of hal's internal world gets obliterated with the rewriting of his relationships with jessica and martin.

[boxwinebaddie]

uncle nina has a very long sixteen hr+ long flight ahead of her and the only thing getting me through is that i know when jerseykyle goes through tsa and has to whip his belt and his sweater off lookin like a 6ft tall gorgeous long haired ginger supermodel people almost start cryin

[tmblrog]

i think its okay for people to be upset when people who were important to their childhood die. like, its not impossible for people to be upset about someone dying and to be upset that said person was also a bad individual. people are multifaceted and i think social media has warped the way a lot of you treat grief and those around you as a whole.

[walking-loather]

When it comes to hygiene tasks and self care with disability and chronic illness, its pretty much a constant case of: don't let perfect be the enemy of the good.

Basically: it's better to do something, than to do nothing at all.

TLDR: Just because you can't do something "properly" doesn't mean you shouldn't do it at all. Do it half-way. Do it shitty. Do it barely. Do it on a technicality. But do what you can. Just try, because doing something will help you.

If you don't have the energy to scrub your body with a sponge, just rub soap over your skin with your hands.

If you don't have the energy to wash your whole body with soap, just hit the places where sweat accumulates, or where you're smelliest.

If you don't have the energy to wash with soap AT ALL, just sitting in water is better than nothing. It will wash away dirt and oils.

If you can't bathe or shower at all, a warm wash cloth is your new best friend. If that's too much, then try bath wipes. They're a bit bigger than regular wet wipes, and a bit more heavy duty. They're designed to help keep bed ridden patients clean in hospitals.

If you don't have the energy to dry yourself after a bath or a shower, just put on a bathrobe and get into bed. If you don't have the energy to get dressed afterwards, just don't. It can wait until you can.

If you don't have energy to brush your teeth for two minutes, honestly, just a cursory scrub is better than not doing anything.

If you can't brush your teeth twice a day, brush in the evenings. It will help take away the build up of food from the day.

If you don't have the energy to brush AT ALL, honestly, just take a cloth and wipe the plaque off your teeth. Rinse with mouth wash after if you'd like. Something is always better than nothing.

If you can't floss twice a day. Try once. If that's too much, try a few times a week. If that's too much, try setting aside a day once a week as a goal. If you can't keep a schedule, do it when you're able to. Hell, I keep some floss next to my bed so that if I forget and don't have the energy to go get it, I can just reach over.

If you can't iron your clothes, don't bother. Wrinkles are fine. Wear jumpers over wrinkly t-shirts. No one will know, and honestly, most people won't even care. If it's really wrinkly and it's A Big Deal And It Needs To Be Ironed, here's my life hack. Step 1: take a spray bottle, and spritz the item of clothing (while you're wearing it is easiest) until it's lightly damp. Step 2: use a hair-dryer on the clothes until they're dry. It gets rid of creases like nobody's business, it's easier than lugging out the iron and ironing board, and you get to have nice toasty warm clothes afterwards.

If you can't fold your clothes, try just hanging them up. It's less commitment. It's quicker to do. Granted, you need to have the space in order to do this, but it is also good at helping you downsize, and lets you visualise exactly what you have.

If you can't put your clothes away, invest in a couple of laundry baskets, and then just keep your clean clothes in the baskets. You can then separate washed clothes into underwear, pants, and shirts baskets. You can just leave them like that. I'm giving you permission to never fold your laundry again if you can't. Just leave it unfolded. Who's going to care? Something is better than nothing. If you can, try to put those baskets into your closet so that you can keep the clutter out of sight, and give yourself a more restful environment.

If you can't separate your clothing out into different categories and wash them "properly" (whites, warm tones, cool tones, darks, delicates / switching between hot & cold washes / paying attention to laundry instructions on the label) then just don't worry about it. If you cold wash your clothes, colours won't bleed. Maybe gradually over the course of dozens of washes there'll be some changes in hue, but it's really not as high stakes as the One Red Sock In The Whites Turns Them Pink trope makes it out to be.

I've pretty much come to the point in my life where if a piece of clothing can't survive the washer and dryer, then it's just not meant to be. I colour separate my clothes, and if I have the energy/remember I'll take my bras and jumpers out of the washing machine to drip dry. But otherwise, I leave it to the universe.

If you can't separate out your recycling, then don't. If you have a large amount of rubbish you need to get rid of but the idea of separating it out properly is stopping you from doing so, then just don't worry about it. I know it's not ideal, but if you have garbage in your room/house and you need to get rid of it, please just get rid of it. Don't let the problem get bigger and harder to deal with. Don't let "doing something properly" get in the way of keeping your living spaces clean. Please. Give yourself understanding.

If you can't wash your dishes, get paper plates. Obviously, it's not ideal, but it is better that you eat food than skipping meals. It is better that you have a clean kitchen, rather than having dishes piling up and making it harder to look after yourself.

If you can't prepare meals for yourself keep making the tasks easier and easier. If you can't do recipes, then simplify. Use pasta sauce from the jar instead of making it. Eat canned soup. Buy food you can just stick in the oven. If you eat fish fingers and microwave veggies every night, it's better than not eating anything at all. It's better than having to fork out money on take-out. If you need ready-made meals, then get them. If you're literally just eating a raw cauliflower for dinner; 1) I see you, 2) me too, sis, 3) something is better than nothing.

These are the basic things you need to do every day to function as a person. They are your activities of daily living. Brushing your teeth. Bathing or showering. Using the bathroom. Getting dressed. Eating. Drinking. Sleeping. Keeping your environment clean. You don't need to do these things perfectly, but they need to happen in order for you to have a decent quality of life.

And it breaks my heart, because I know that so many disabled people can't do these things every day. I'm not saying this to guilt or judge, I'm saying that these are basic needs; you deserve these things. These things bring dignity. If a disabled person is unable to do these things, it diminishes their quality of life. It robs them of dignity.

If you need help to do these things, Its okay to ask for help. It's okay to need help. But if you can't get that help and you have to do these things by yourself -- or you just plain want to be independent and do it without help-- then don't hold yourself to standards you can't meet.

Don't let perfect be the enemy of the good. Doing something is always better than doing nothing. Even if it's not perfect. Even if it's not done well. Do what you can.