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hanasnx · 6 months
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MINORS DNI 18+
CLAY BERESFORD has to sit down when he gets too exhilarated. When life moves too fast, his heart can’t take it. Breath quickens, eyes haze. He used to power through it, and that’d only make it worse. Now he’s learned the signs, knows to catch it early. The first time you’d kissed him, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stand. A flock of butterflies inhabited his insides, frenzying in a flurry whenever he’d remember what it felt like to touch your lips on his. At that point, he’d believed his heart condition was common knowledge. His mother, his associates, his friends, all constantly brought it up. But you, you were genuinely caught off guard, catching him tenderly ‘round the arm when he’d shown signs of fatigue. Gentle as you could be, you softened the impact to his seat when his legs gave out.
“It, uh, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” he had rambled, fishing out his meds from his pocket. His trembling hands struggled against the top, but you were there to loosen it for him. You had sat with him until he was ready. He’d never thought hovering around him could be so romantic, especially since he’s not one to care for smothering.
Now, it’s marginally manageable. That thrill he avoids occasionally hits him at the peak of love-making. You can read him, you can see the signals clearly written on him. In the ways he tips his head back, mouth agape to take in more oxygen, how his eyes glaze over, and his grip loosens. There’s less of his attention to go around. You can hear the strain in his grunts; there’s a stutter in his hips, he’s pushing himself too hard while he pushes himself inside you.
“Clay,” you warn, “slow down. It’s happening again.” Your claws brace against his rotator cuff, directing him to back up which he ignores. His body continues to roll, his tip brushing that spongy spot inside you. Regardless if it feels good, if the sheen of sweat on your skin is a result of ardently chasing your lusts, you can’t let him do this to himself again.
“No, no,” he objects, “I can do it this time. I can do it.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, crying out over how he hardens his pace instead of receding it. It weakens your muscle in fighting him off. If you can just sever the connection, he’ll remember, he’ll calm down and take a breather. “Clay!”
But you can’t fend him off.
His forehead drops to your shoulder, alerting you to open your eyes. You don’t bother noticing anything else. “Clay? Clay? Are you alright? Talk to me,” Newfound strength floods you, rolling him over to straddle him, his arm thrown haphazardly above his head. His heavy lidded gaze flutters as you pat at his face. “Baby? Speak to me, can you hear me?”
He hums. A low, gravely drawl as his hands venture to your hips. “Baby,” he drags out each of these word, “Fuck… baby, so good.” The air in his chest rapidly falls, panting. You know this isn’t right, yet he makes decisions for you, digging his fingers into the plush of your flesh as he moves you back and forth. His cock fully seated inside you while it brushes your insides.
“Wait, but you’re—“ you protest, but it’s unconvincing. There’s few things you enjoy more than sitting on every inch of his length, the new angle granting you electric shocks up your spine with each rock.
“Feeling so good, my love. Better than I ever have. Better than I ever will.” his sweet words mean the world to you, his soft smile adorning his handsome features as he peeks slyly at you through the narrow sliver of his lids. “Don’t make me stop. Please? I don’t wanna stop.” How can you refuse him?
You figure it’s less pressure on him to be underneath you; you feel more secure in riding him like this. So you move his hands up, allowing them to handle your torso while you do the work. He sits back, and looks pretty for you, while you use him up.
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discord-emote-customs · 2 months
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I love your emotes and I really like the self care/ heath ones! I was wondering if you could do some like:
"Take your meds" person holding pill bottle in 1 hand and pills in other hand (neutral or positive face)
"Brush your teeth" person brushing teeth or just holding toothbrush
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take your meds & brush your teeth emotes ! both with and w/o text !! ^^
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waywardsunlight · 9 months
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Darius Week 2023
Safe
@sergeantsporks
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adhd-culture--is · 5 months
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adhd culture is that whenever u take ur meds (or just caffeinate yourself) instead of just being like neurotypical, ur Can’t Sit Still Disorder turns into Man I Really Wanna Solve A Sudoku Disorder
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la1npilledg1rl · 21 days
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The day before I tried to off myself I went to the ER, told them I was having suicidal thoughts and they sent me home with a prescription…
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cats-and-confusion · 5 months
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if you need me to dull the pink of the blanket or add an eyestrain warning please let me know!
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chronicallydragons · 3 months
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I’ve decided the taste of paxlovid is the taste of 🔥🔥VIRUS DYING🔥🔥 which means THIS IS THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMIES UPON MY TONGUE AS THEY FALL BEFORE MY DEFENSES
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(It's so yucky I have to romanticize it somehow)
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wreckrinho · 8 days
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Updates on my condition: I've been in the hospital since one in the afternoon! Now I'm taking medication, it's horrible LOL
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It's kinda funny, I can taste the medicine eheh
I discovered that I lost almost 2 kilos in 2 days....! :'0
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daybringersol · 12 days
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im gonna be so honest, i should be financially compensated for having to take meds just cuz ill be annoying to you and cuz the system im living in will want me dead if i dont. i, especially, shouldn’t have to pay for this shit. im doing y’all a favor. i should be thanked for my service and given a medal of honor. im barely joking here.
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cephalopodiums · 6 months
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Was researching DE and real painkillers for a thing I'm working on and found this:
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Excuse me Encyclopedia, but you can literally buy Drouamine at Frittte around the corner. Over-the-counter. I do not want it to be over-the-counter, since it's morphine based* and therefore has a high potential for abuse. But it apparently is, so you got your facts wrong.
*According to electrochemistry
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amorvincitomnia-14 · 5 days
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terrified to take my meds in case it makes me throw up
but i need to take my meds so i'm not lile y'know depressed and always anxious
i really really really don't want to throw up but i probably will
this is my fault for thinking I was fine without meds when I was clearly not fine to the people around me. I'm so stupid and now I'm paying the price
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leetaylatuparitaulus · 6 months
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Idea: Simon dozing off during car rides or while watching TV with you as a side effect of his medication. He's upset it makes him so drowsy, but you don't mind. You can kiss his forhead and gently play with his hair as his head is in your lap. If you're both tired, you can always nap together and be the 2 coziest little humans in all of Ooo-
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F~Fuck!
Wiggog lurches forward uncoordinatedly.
Do you need a break?
Wiggly pants, breathing shakily. His crutches tremble in his grip, thumping on wood. Needing space, the two had gone to a more secluded hallway.
No. No, it - it’s m-meant to fee-feel like that.
Bliklotep refrains from standing closer and holding out his arms to catch him in case he falls. This was supposed to be independent. Y’wrath straightens, adjusting the elbow crutches for the fifth time.
…Well, I wouldn’t know. It’s late enough to take the pill, if it would help.
He backs up as his brother tries again. His legs jerk up as soon as they touch the floor. Wiggly shakes his head.
Not - late enough. ‘Nd I can h-handle it.
His brows knit together as he concentrates on his own footfalls. His movements are much too clunky for his liking, jostling him around every time he steps forward.
If you say so.
Blinky keeps his eyes on his crutch placement.
I think they need to be in front of you.
Hm…?
Bliklotep walks closer and slides his hands over Wiggly’s.
Like~…
He quickly tries to tilt one of the crutch’s tips forward so that it is angled instead of vertical against Wiggly’s body. Wiggog stumbles at the lack of steady support, though is held upright by Blinky as his crutches are adjusted.
…This, I think.
He steps away slowly, in case help is required again, to look his handiwork over. Now the crutches’ rubber tips rested a ways away from Y’wrath rather than next to him. His shoulders slumped lower than before. He tested his mobility, finding it a bit easier to catch up to the crutches. It was certainly easier than how he had been moving them before.
…Huh.
That didn’t mean the pain was gone. He bit his cheek to get through the stinging. Boards creaked under him.
Ugh.
He visibly shakes.
I suggest taking that br-
Without warning, a particularly flimsy board cracks under a crutch. It unevenly distributes weight and, more importantly, takes Wiggog off balance. His legs crumple under him, already far past their straining point.
Shit-!
Blinky holds him up with what feels more like a hug. He leads him to a wall and slowly sits them both down. Wiggly’s legs burn. He’s scared to move them, holding back a sob like he’d had to do back at that stupid hospital. Bliklotep rubs his shoulders from where he had been supporting him.
Alright. Alright. That’s it for today. We’re done right now.
Y’wrath shudders with a very quiet pained sound.
…OK, we’re going to get you some water, your pill, then we’re going to sleep.
Blinky considers warning him against moving, but figures he knows that well enough. He gets up and leaves him alone.
Which bottle was his again…?
Re-entering the foyer, he catches Nibbly humming quietly while rolling a can between his hands. It sounds much like the ditty his Sniggles had made for him years ago. Looking around, he only sees two brothers.
Nibblenephim…where’s Pokey?
He said he was going to practice his-
He hums again mid-sentence.
-Uh, vocals.
Blinky nods, looking around at the water bottles scattered about.
Ah.
He picks up a bottle near the spot where he and Wiggog had sat, hoping it’s the right one.
If he gets back, tell him we’re going to bed soon. I need to help Wiggly for a while.
Oh, yeah, I heard something. Is he OK?
Nibbly looks up at him, but manages to miss his form by a few inches.
He’s fine. I just need to calm him down. We’ll be back in…ten minutes?
Got it.
Before forgetting, Blinky also grabs a bottle of pills.
…You should drink water, too. You have your bottle, right? D’you need to refill it?
Mmm…
Nibbly feels around for his bottle, swishing the water around.
No, it still has some.
Good.
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birdofmay · 8 months
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Sometimes our pharmacy doesn't have the melatonin I normally take, so I get another brand.
This can be alright, but sometimes it's not.
In this case it wasn't. First I couldn't fall asleep and now (next day around noon) I'm still drowsy and have a slight headache. I don't like this.
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adhd-culture--is · 5 months
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adhd culture is procrastinating taking your meds
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la1npilledg1rl · 1 month
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Alice was on xannax, effexor and zoloft.
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