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i also hate when people don't understand that 'i'm not hungry' means that i'm not hungry and therefore none of the food that they try and make me eat is going to appeal to me

i hate when people act like leaving the house is some sort of instant cure to depression. like no. i actually find it incredibly stressful and too long around people means i have to stay at home for another couple of days

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i hate when people act like leaving the house is some sort of instant cure to depression. like no. i actually find it incredibly stressful and too long around people means i have to stay at home for another couple of days

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i looove having joint problems...i love being in pain...love it.

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i hate existing i hate being trans i know i shouldn't but i hate having to go to a new place full of people and know that they all see me as a girl

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dunno where my cat is and i want her inside :(

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cooing at myself in my head every time it spikes

so anxious today that im banning myself from everywhere except youtube, ao3 and tumblr. i hate everything

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so anxious today that im banning myself from everywhere except youtube, ao3 and tumblr. i hate everything

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dad and i grinding our tdicks together after he gets off work!!!

he comes home to me in the living room, stretched out on the couch with a controller in hand and my focus only on the tv, not him. it's not an unusual sight, it's routine at this point. it's the summer, im done with school so he's got me all to himself.

he doesn't bother to change, his feet ache and he just wants to sit down and spend time with his boy.

"not even going to say hello to your old man?" he asks. the weight dips on the far end of the couch as he sits down with a grunt, moving my feet onto his lap. i pause my game and look over at him, smiling a little.

"sorry. hi, daddy." i say, and then scoot closer on the couch until im square on his lap. for a little bit we just sit. he watches me play my game, shifting me to sit on one thigh so he can hook his chin on my shoulder and hold me just that much closer.

his hands remain on my tummy. he's only mildly curious about what im playing, much more interested in getting my clothes off for some proper stress relief.

"you know, kiddo," he starts, shifting his hips underneath me, "i had a really long day at work. think you could help your pops with something?" from my tummy, one hand moves to my thigh, giving it a gentle, faux friendly squeeze.

again, i pause my game, this time setting my controller down too. i look at him, curious, unassuming. "sure!"

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his version of help is different than i had originally thought. when he asked, i assumed he wanted me to get him a glass of whiskey or a cigarette.

instead, dad's on top of me in his bed, my legs spread wide so he has access to my cunt. he's so much bigger than me. he's been on T since after he had me, it makes sense that his tdick is bigger than mine. he tells me mine will grow too, i just have to wait since i only started T a few months ago.

he's got me by the waist, my tdick rubbing against his in a slick, sticky mess. my shirt's been pushed up past my chest, boxers forgone. dad's shirt is still on, just unbuttoned.

"you're still so little, son," he grunts from on top of me, his body weight pressing down on me in a way that makes it hard for me to do anything other than take what im given. it makes my cunt just that much more wet. "you've got a lot of growing to do still, don't worry."

through the haze of pleasure, i manage to reply, my hips trying their hardest to move in unison with dad's.

"i-i wanna be just l-like you, daddy. wanna be as big as you are..." i envy how big his tdick is, how good it feels rubbing, grinding against my own. it engulfs mine in size, but dad says he still loves it.

"you will, baby, you will. daddy will make sure of that, just keep taking daddy's cock and you'll get as big as me. pinky promise." he grunts in my ear, watching as my face scrunches up in pleasure. my hands scrabble for the sheets, dad's hips moving faster, faster against mine. obscene wet noises fill the surrounding air alongside my noises and daddy's grunts and groans. this is just what he needed after work, a little bonding time with his boy.

"dad! daddy, i-i can't- m'gonna cum!" my hips try to buck under dad's weight, my cunt aching for more, more, more of whatever he'll give me.

"go on, kiddo, cum for your dad," his permission is just what i need. dad pulls me in for a kiss as i cum, his own release not far behind. he only holds me tighter against him as the slick cum from my orgasm makes the mess between us just that much messier, and when he cums against my cunt it's almost too much. his stubble pokes my face as he kisses me, guiding me to kiss him back and let his tongue into my mouth.

even as the ecstasy fades and we're both tired, he doesn't pull away. his hips rut lazily, gentle overestimation settling in that makes me whine into his mouth. it's only then that he breaks the kiss to let me breathe.

"easy, kid," he grunts, propping himself up on his elbows. fingers brush the hair out of my face, his eyes soft as he looks at me. then his eyebrows pinch together as he notices a smudge of something on my face. he licks his thumb, using his spit to wipe away whatever it is while ignoring my loud whine of protest.

"ew, dad! gross!" i try to turn my cheek but he forces me to stay still, so i pout instead.

"gross? im your dad, it's not gross."

"yes it is!"

"brat."

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waycest where mikeys a freak and jerks off to photos of gerard. sneaks photos of him changing and keeps them in a box...one day g finds the box and is rlly disturbed but tries to rationalize it. his kid brother isnt attracted to him! there HAS to be some sort of explanation for the photos of him naked that arent what he thinks it is, gerards just jumping to conclusions. of course his brother would never do that, thats weird! so he asks mikey about it, but mikey just laughs and confirms his suspicions. gerards horrified, but whats he going to do? nobody would ever believe him anyway, mikey tells him that if he tells anyone he'll just say gerard told him he could and gerard initiated the relationship, and hes older, so he would get the blame. and their both teenagers so its not like g can move out. now that mikey knows that gerard knows, he gets bolder. sending g nudes and jerking off loudly whenever the two of them are in a room together. maybe even holds g down and cums on his face every one and awhile. eventually it gets to the point where mikey raping gerard practically daily, because hes a horny teenage boy. g is just stuck dealing with it until he turns 18, and mikey couldnt be happier. -🧟‍♂️anon

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accidentally pulled a chunk of my hair out 👍 tiny bald spot 👍 wasn't even aware that it happened 👍 it's also kinda sore 👍

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i think ive started hallucinating again :[

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having a nice time with your family is all well and good until they say something that fucks it up

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i love my anxiety and my paranoia i love not feeling safe in my own home i love feeling constantly on edge and terrified i love. i love

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so dizzy im actively crashing into walls as i walk around?? don't know if i like this

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I'm the anon who has a crush on you. Would you e-date someone?

almost definitely not, but that's cause i am so incredibly different irl

like. i have an online persona and while i do share some pretty personal stuff on here, it isn't what i'm like at all

+im never gonna show what i look like

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everything sucks. so hard. all of the time

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very dizzy oouuuu