#gonna take a shower

[rogdona]

gotta get out of bed.....but im comfy 😔

[sennenpharaoh]

Something’s wrong.

There’s a strange tug in his chest and he’s not okay with it.

Maybe a glass of wine will calm things.

[campfire-collective]

s/o to me for literally never remembering to do any skills (and for having episodes and not knowing any skills)

[incineratedtoothpickgamer]

Well that was a learning ecxperience....

Todays lesson: meltdowns can be internal. Also they physically hurt. Also I did not know I had to pee until rIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT I HAVE TO PEE

[ecchigf]

been awake for nearly 24 hours so far everything is Fine but i cant lie im Nervous (rigging is going decently well tho my halloween fit gonna be so cute!!!)

[akumanoken]

Imagine feeling tired but entirely unable to rest.....

[killbaned]

on the bright side i slept well enough this afternoon i actually have energy. for the moment.

[girlboydotjpg]

hey dude hope your days going well

it is going well. just ate noodles

[weebsinstash]

HMMMM. You know what I've never written for, stories OR drafts or prompts or posts. Hanahaki disease!!!

Your yandere is absolutely freaking the fuck out because you're choking up flowers, vomiting on thorns, choking, gagging, blood and petals dribbling down your chin, you're getting sicker, weaker, DYING, but you won't share ANYTHING WITH THEM. They have NO IDEA who it is you love and it's driving them INSANE because one you're DYING and two.... oh. So you. Love someone else. Ok... well. All you need to do to be cured is confess to that person, right? Your 'true dedicated love' can always swoop in afterwards, or so they try to tell themselves...

They're just watching you wither away, you looking absolutely heartbroken, and worst of all, you're starting to AVOID THEM. They're having to stalk you, more than usual anyways, just to check in on you, make sure you're still doing ok, still ALIVE--

Eventually you're laying there in the hospital, at death's door, and your yandere, someone you've known and trusted for some time now, is just, ready to start bawling their eyes out at your bedside as you can barely breathe, begging begging BEGGING you to tell them who you love so they can bring them to you, so you can live, like this is SO AVOIDABLE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO YOURSELF and your "beloved" is so tormented by the fact they're watching you wither away and they can't do ANYTHING and--

you just. Weakly reach over and grab their hand. and you stare right at them with your big sparkling crying eyes and quivering lips even as more petals and pollen slip out with your breaths,

"but then you'll leave"

and that's when your yandere figures out, oh, it's THEM that you love, and you were willing to die with your secret just to avoid hearing 'no', being alone, not having THEM, losing THEM--

You're laying there feeling the pain and the aching slowly fade from deep inside your withered body, barely energized enough to feel shame, so weak, so vulnerable, and, of course you'll need someone to look after you while you recover, and here's your loyal friend, clutching your hand so desperately, and unlike all of your deepest fears, they're not going anywhere or rejecting you in the slightest. I mean... you might as well have just PROPOSED to them, declaring your love and all, so, surely you won't mind if your crush, who was secretly significantly more mentally unhinged than you were could have imagined, moves you into the perfect scale replica of your bedroom that they have in their house, right? Since you two love each other, you're gonna get married as soon as possible and live together, right? What's that? You're a little turned off by finding out they have stalker shrines of you? Haha, you must still be light-headed from all that coughing! You can't LEAVE YOUR SOULMATE, that's so silly! let them tuck you into bed and get you some pills and they can cuddle you to sleep during your first official night together--

[murderofravens]

Yuji is in bed right now with me, sleeping. I just put a fluffy pink blanket over him. He's safe you guys. Whatever y'all watched in this episode didn't happen. He's with me. Nanamin was also just here and he brought us lots of snacks to munch on. He said he's gonna be busy reading. Nothing happened to them. I refuse. Stop talking about trauma. THEY'RE OKAY

[floydsmuse]

thinking about how Bob loves to feel up your tummy and knead at it while he eats you out 😵‍💫

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just picturing you sitting at the edge of your bed, with your nightgown hiked up all the way to your chest and your soft belly out on full display.

Bob’s down on his knees in front of you, lapping lusciously at your folds. your mouth is parted in an “o” shape, while high pitched whines and whimpers repeatedly fall from your lips. Bob is slurping up all of your juices, as if it’s a sacred nectar that you’re producing straight from your pulsing bud.

you rock your hips against his mouth, so desperately trying to reach your high that was just now on the horizon. one of Bob’s big hands finds its way up to your tummy, soothingly rubbing against it with the heal of his palm and fingers.

Bob’s sucking becomes more intense on your pussy and the flicking of his tongue comes out at a rapid pace, making you dizzy. he finds that this is the perfect time to grab handfuls of your plush skin, kneading and squeezing at it, drawing you even closer to your orgasm. you could feel that familiar coil in your lower stomach and you knew that at any given moment, you were just destined to completely unravel above him.

“Bob-i—i’m—so close.”

“c’mon honey, let go for me. cum in my mouth sweet girl.”

and that was it. your head is thrown back and your thighs squeeze together against the sides of Bob’s head, releasing straight into his mouth.

Bob makes sure to lick up every last bit of your nectar, before crawling up onto the bed next to you and capturing your lips in a sloppy wet kiss, allowing for you to taste your sweet sweet self… ;)

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando instinctively trying to protect his boyfriend Seb from the champagne spray

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[grouper]

[medicalunprofessional]

i want my internet to be normal again…….. swans for the time being haha

[theloveinc]

deku x reader - succession!au, uhhhhh............... deku has a thought abt parenthood. it's bad.

(warning - short, talk of pregnancy but no actual gender of reader mentioned, mild talk of stds, drugs, sleeping around.... etc.?)

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“I want a baby,“ your boss, Deku, the near-CEO of media conglomerate AllMightco, says randomly one day, halfway through your lunch break (that he demanded you spend with him), and in the middle of your well-earned silence after a long conversation about whether Bakugo needs antidepressants.

You can only gape at his words, close but not too close to where he’s seated at one of the little armchairs he has in his office for any business casual meetings that require somewhere cozy to sit in spite of any fighting words that may be spit (and for fucking, you’re rather quite aware).

“Maybe it’d be… good for me. I love kids and, I think, I think,” he continues, stuttering like he always does when he’s nervous, excited, high, his tone questioning despite his making of it a statement. “it would give me a break from work?”

All you can do is laugh at the question, dryly, in disbelief, unsure of whether he’s being serious or just sharing some secret, wistful dream. You decide to tell him the truth either way.

“You can’t have a baby just because you want time off.”

He ignores you, though.

“I have all this money, and what for…?” he waves his shaky hands, “I could have a family. I’d change diapers and buy toys and take them to the beach.”

(Though just last week, he was fighting the board for more funds, screaming in that raspy voice he always develops after working through the night that he’d give up any and all vacation time for the foreseeable future if it meant keeping Toshinori Yagi in a position, any position, at the company for the next five years.)

You throw your laptop aside and stand up from your wilted salad and grapefruit soda that’s now sweating on the coffee table to walk around the edges of his desk. You throw a leg over one sharp corner, the exposed part of your ankle brushing his knee as you address him directly.

“And who would be having this child, Deku?“ you ask. “An ex? A surrogate? Ocha—“

He gives you those eyes, slouching down into himself, reaching out to pull your butt of his table and grip the back of your thighs to pull you in between his legs. You can feel the length of his overgrown green curls brushing your fingertips as you put your hands on his stiff shoulders to keep yourself from falling right into him.

“Me? Izuku,” you clarify, (though you always call him Deku), “me? What do you think? I’m just gonna say yes, no warning, no nothing? We’re not even dating, sweetie.”

—and just last week Kirishima offered to drive you to the clinic with him to tested, though you’re not going to bring that up now, even if you know Deku already knows you’re sleeping around. He is too.

He closes his eyes, resting the back of his head against the heavy, red leather of his office chair. The stubble on his face is more noticeable than ever; he even has a little knick under his chin from shaving, and you move to brush your thumb against it as he swallows thickly.

“I’m just tired,” he says, blinking his dark lashes into the bags under his eyes,

“I know, baby. But a child is not way to fix that” you say. The for anyone part, you just think.

Deku pouts. He sighs. Then his face relaxes and he sags, his hands falling off you to lay limp in his lap, the silence in the room stretching like salt water taffy from the pier.

[bloodfreak-boyking]

He means well, but…

You mean, he thinks you’re gonna get laid.