Chronic illness is so fucking weird
I walk (aided) probably a few miles everyday for work. Probably 2-5 hours a day. My calves are HARD. My thighs are HARD. I have objectively strong legs.
Today I was walking uphill and had to take a break after. My boss (fucked up ankles) drove us to the other part of the site while my coworker had to walk (sorry bud) because we got tired and I didn't want to trigger a flare. My muscles are strong but it basically doesn't matter because they get inflamed and hurt no matter what.
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Hey flowerpot! Just wanted to check in on you and see how your doing. This week has definitely been a little miserable what with a fever and all, and while it sucked, I had a lot of fun going rereading some of your work! Hope your happy and well (╹◡╹)♡
I have every sympathy for you my love; unfortunately, after a solid three years of eluding 'rona,,, she finally got me 😔
Before any of you sweet anxious creatures start to fret, I'm alright! General flu symptoms that very much remind me of when I caught swine flu as a kid (rip) but I'm all up to date on my vaccines so my body seems to be fighting it off well enough!
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I went to a consultation today, and long story short ya girl might be getting a hysterectomy!
I am so excited I found a doctor who takes my pelvic pain and desire to not have children seriously. It felt amazing being able to describe my symptoms without any pushback. Before when I would tell my old doctors my symptoms they'd just shrug and say, "Oh, it will get better after you have your first child." Nah, we child free up in this house. 🏠
No more masking my symptoms with birth control, we're getting a laparoscopy.
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Forceful breeding with Perv!König (🌽 link)
CW; FORCED IMPREGNATION, BREEDING KINK, NON-CON/DUB-CON, AFAB!F!READER — MDNI 18+
König is looking out for himself. His oma and his mother are desperate for some children from König and have been pestering König as he ages. All könig thinks about is the soft giggles of a little baby, to hold his own child in his arms protectively, to care and look out for them like a father should.
Although, you're fearful of pregnancy. All the side effects and complications, the things that could possibly go wrong. Shame fills him when he thinks about what he could do to convince you, or get you pregnant, whether it was a consensual and conscious decision or not. König admires your drunken facial expressions, the smell of booze assaulting his nostrils when he takes in a deep breath beside you. Guilt leaves him conflicted, but inevitably, he chooses to take you. König knows it's wrong, but he wants it too much to bear.
You're too weak to fight against König, who quickly manhandles you into a position where you're vulnerable and powerless and unable to fight back. Even if you tried, your attempts would lead to wasted energy as König carries out with his sickening, distributing acts despite your pleas, all caused by his perversity, selfishness and corrupted perception of love. You don't react, or at least not until König is shoving himself inside to get this over and done with. The sound of your pained cries pulls at his heartstrings, but regardless, he ploughs into you with your legs pulled over his shoulders and your hands pinned to your sides, held in a fist as you dig your nails into your palms, choking on your sounds and sobs.
“I know, I know, it hurts, doesn't it? You're doing so, so well. You know this will benefit both of us, right? Just- a little bit longer, Suße...” He grunts out, working towards that desired release he's been dreaming about all day.
The impact of his hung balls slapping against your ass is excruciating. Your body contorts and trembles as you attempt to wriggle your way out of his firm grasp, useless as König begins to lean further into you, pushing all of his weight down onto you to slam into your ass. You gag at the feeling of König hitting deeper than before, right against your bruised cervix. It's obvious that König wants this, and he'll make sure not a drop leaves your hole.
Just think about how happy his mother will be, the excitement on his oma's face and the presents they'll bring you, little lamb...
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YANDERE SOULMATE . . .
Yandere! Soulmate who’s been with you since childhood because of how dangerous/painful both of your marks are.
Basically it’s a variant of Hanahaki called ‘Hanasaku’ (Hana for Flower, Saku for to bloom) or ‘Dermal Florens’ that feels like it’s tearing your skin apart as a flower tattoo ‘blooms’ the longer / further apart you are from your soulmate. This tends to cause excruciating pain to the pairings, and as such it’s mandatory to have your mark to be registered/unite with your soulmate as soon as possible.
You, dear reader, wanted absolutely nothing to do with soulmates or love in general. In contrast to your soulmate who quite literally couldn’t live without you.
They were just so clingy, and the fact that you were tied together at such a young age infuriated you. Why did some higher power get to decide who you were supposed to like?
Your soulmate was insufferable. Always clinging unto you, always getting in between any relationship you may have platonic or not, and always whining about your lack of enthusiasm.
They were just so desperate. So in love. So content with what they were given - forced upon- that it disgusted you.
But then they abruptly disappeared, leaving you in sheer agony. You were bedridden for weeks. Incapable of any sort of function.
Then your soulmate returns. Their mark had already spread all over their face and limbs.
They lay a chaste kiss on your lips, ending the overwhelming pain across your body in an instant.
And for once, you cling unto to them, you were the one sobbing and crying for them to never leave you. You felt utterly pitiful. Your ego, your pride was crushed to a fine dust.
The tears in your eyes made you blind to the smirk on their features.
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a jealous man
miguel o’hara x fem! reader
tags: talks of pregnancy, reader gets catcalled, lots of cum LMFAO, some spanish terms, very dirty
miguel o’hara is very possessive about what’s his. so when you’re out on a date and some rando decides to comment on how your ass looks in that little dress, miguel doesn’t take it lightly. after dealing with the no longer-apart-of-this-earth random, miguel the both of you into the car and not a work is spoken that whole car ride home. you knew miguel was a jealous man but god. the grip he had on your wrist as you entered your shared apartment was lethal. you could tell that as soon as he shut the door to your bedroom that it wasn’t gonna be pretty.
no words are exchanged as he begins to unbutton his dress pants and rip his shirt off. you try to smooth him a bit, placing a hand against his cheek.
“miguel, i’m okay. i’m all yours. forever.”
your words are nothing but background noise as he quite harshly sits you onto his thigh. he unzips your dress and pulls it over your head, making quick work to undo your bra aswell. the way he takes one of your breasts in his mouth so hastily makes you gasp. you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, keeping yourself steady on his muscular thigh. without even trying, you’re subconsciously grinding your pussy against him. slowly getting faster and faster. miguel takes notice to this and puts it to end quickly despite your whines.
“cariño, i wanna make you feel good tonight. make you understand who you belong to.” he whispers against your neck. a strong hold on your waist as he stands up and flips your back onto the bed. for a moment, he just stands there. his beautiful girl, all spread open right infront of him. your plush skin hot due to the intensity of the moment. when he snaps back to reality he quickly gets rid of the thong that had been keeping him from your entrance. miguel’s cock is leaking in his own boxers, which he takes off and slowly strokes himself.
“are you ready, my love?”.
you nod in response. he lines himself up with your pussy and enters you inch by inch. a slur of swears leaves his mouth as you suck him in greedily. once miguel bottoms out he does it all again. increasing the pace what seems like each second. skin on skin, he leans down and whispers into your ear.
“all mine. you belong with me. nobody else can make you feel this good.”
his words cause you to clench around his cock, earning a loud groan from him. your moans increase in volume each time he hits the most sensitive part of your walls. you can’t help but make deep scratches down his back, crying out how good he makes you feel. he nuzzles his face into your neck to get as close as possible to you. he hears your heartbeat, feels the blood warming up your body. he’s obsessed with you. the closeness seems to send you over the edge. you cum all over miguel’s length, whining when his excruciating pace doesn’t falter.
it takes no time for the overstimulation to take complete control of all your senses. tears begin to well up in the corner of your eyes. “miguel ‘ts too much please”, you beg for him to have some mercy and slow down. he doesn’t. he needs you to know exactly who you belong to. you squirm around as your body tries to comprehend whether the sensation is pain or pleasure. your cries begin to increase in volume as miguel gets rougher, nearing his own finish.
“tell me you want me to fill you up with my cum, tell me amor”. he commands you to beg for him. you’re too cockdrunk to even understand what he’s saying, so he repeats himself. grabbing your face this time.
“tell me what you want hermosa”. his eye contact is deep, you know he wants you to plead. you give him exactly what he wants.
“please miguel. fill m’ up with your cum please. i need you. i need to be filled with you” your face reddens with a hint of embarrassment, but you mean every word you said. you’d be lying if you didn’t think about how you looked with your tummy filled with one of his kids. what a cute family you two would create together.
he listens to your pleads and cums deep instead you. panting as if he’s just run a marathon. miguel’s hair is sticking to his face and sweat makes his features shine. he looks stunning. it’s safe to say he thinks the same about you. he admires your face contorting in pleasure and wish you two could stay like this forever. but you can’t. he carefully pulls out and the bed dips as he lay down next to you. a comfortable silences fills the room as you both come down from the moment. miguel however, has one thing to get off his chest.
“how would you like to be a mama?”
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