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chaosmushroomsushi · 21 days
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what changed
did I do something
why am I unlovable
why are you backing away
why are you slowly slipping away
why did I let my walls down
why did I let myself get comfortable
now you're leaving me
why are you leaving me
why did I let myself give a shit because now I'm going to end up with no one all over again with nothing but yet another hole in my swiss cheese of a heart
why did I let myself fucking trust you
why are you leaving me?
I shouldnt have let myself get comfortable I knew it wouldnt fucking last
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master-xochimilli · 5 months
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Love going "awww poor little pet", as if their crying or pained whimpers are actually going to make me stop and not just go even rougher on them~
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desperatehoney · 22 days
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I hate hate hate how kink is often represented as a monolith. For the longest time I thought I didn’t belong in the kink community because I don’t like pain and often pain is what is associated with being kinky. So this is your reminder that pain doesn’t determine kinkiness and you can be just as kinky if you’re not a pain fan❤️
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fella-lovin-fella · 1 month
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hey if you ever feel like you're faking your pain/mental illness/any symptoms, or if you feel like no one understands or believes you. i do. i believe you. i love you and i hope you do what you can to take care of yourself <3
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mlm-blues · 6 months
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i should be getting pinned to my bed and kissed breathless by another boy right now and im not. :(
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inoreuct · 4 months
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thinking about zoro being the crew's main protector.
it’s quite literally his role amongst the straw hats; luffy's captain, usopp's their sniper, sanji cooks, nami navigates, chopper's their doctor, franky's their shipwright, jinbei's their helmsman and brook's their musician but zoro? zoro's their swordsman. zoro’s their guardian. his job is to be the first line of defense and protect everybody else so they can focus on doing their own thing and sure, none of them really need protecting— but they don't have to worry about defending themselves, either, because whoever they can't or don't want to handle zoro will finish up (if he hasn't gotten to them first).
like imagine a bunch of idiots cornering one of the crew (bad idea.) and picking nami because she's the woman without a devil fruit, as opposed to robin (BAD idea.). they've got her surrounded in the dead end of an alleyway and have somehow neutralised her clima-tact and she’s not worried, she’s not.
but against twelve men and with her weapon essentially now just a regular staff, she might be panicking. just a little. she’s gotten a couple of them good enough that they’re down for the count before a chain wrapped around her ankle trips her. it pulls at enough memories, faded but never forgotten, to bring up a sickening wave of fear and anger— and nami decides that she’s had enough of the bullshit.
she takes a deep breath and screams. “ZORO!”
the silence afterwards is deafening. the wind shifts, gently lifting the pieces of hair stuck to her sweaty face, and the men laugh uneasily. one of them yanks hard on the chain and she spits at him, heels scrabbling against the dusty ground even as he starts reeling her in like a fish on a hook. “he can’t hear you, little missy,” he snickers, grin widening the longer nobody shows up.
it’s still on his face when his head slides right off his neck.
blood sprays right before his body crumples like a doll. it takes a second for the others to realise and then the screaming starts— none of them get any farther than three steps before zoro’s cutting them down, swift swings of his sword and almost surgically precise slices rendering them incapacitated if not plain dead.
“sorry i’m late, witch.” the swordsman’s breathing hard, gore dripping off his blades even as he arcs one down and snaps the chain off nami’s leg with a growl. “did they hurt you?”
“no. no, i’m fine,” nami breathes, her smile quivering just a little— not because she’s shaken, no. because she’s pissed.
zoro’s voice is gruff as always, but his hands are careful if not outright gentle as he kneels to inspect her ankle before pulling her to her feet. “stay close,” he mutters, making sure that she’s nodded before cutting them a path through the fray. they bump into chopper next, and the doctor’s out cold over zoro’s shoulder in his regular form by the time sanji joins them to guard their flank. nami’s taken to just using her clima-tact as a bat for now, and it’s admittedly efficient.
she knew zoro would come. he always does. for all that they bicker and snip at each other, zoro has always protected his crew— even when said crew was just three people on what could barely be called a boat. he’d fought for her at arlong park and he fights for her now, his sword slicing over her head at an enemy she can’t see as she ducks low to jam her staff into another’s stomach.
they’ve moved closer to their ship when they find jinbei, then robin, then usopp, then brook and franky, and then zoro’s yelling luff, time to go! and their captain’s launching them all back onto the Sunny with a gleeful cackle that makes nami wheeze a laugh as they land in a mildly painful pile of limbs. somebody’s elbow digs into her ribs and she’s pretty sure that’s sanji’s bony kneecap pressed into her lower back. the swordsman swears as he sets about trying to pry them all apart and luffy seems to be actively fighting him, based on how his cursing’s getting more and more colourful.
behind them, their enemies burn, sliced to pieces. they debrief in the galley and zoro refuses to come away from the door until nami drags him by the ear and sanji threatens to personally shove dessert down his throat. they both know it’s because zoro’s still guarding them from a threat that doesn’t exist anymore.
they know he pretends not to care as much as he does. they know he keeps his words blunt and his swords sharp, but zoro lets luffy hang off him, unfazed, and makes a marginal effort to stick to nami’s budget even when he’s getting booze, and he eats his dessert. every last bit. he lets usopp fire moving targets to slice through so they can both practice. he keeps collateral damage when sparring with sanji to a minimum. he stitches whoever needs it up himself when chopper’s a little too tired.
and when his crew calls, he answers.
(now with a part from nami’s pov!)
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vyx-com · 3 days
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the dead boy detectives tv show is like if queerbait wasn’t queerbait
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softd0m-charlie · 21 days
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hey man, so my cramps are really bad rn and massaging my hips myself isn't really doing that much.. so uh. i was wondering if you could maybe help a bro out and come sit in my lap and rock your hips back and forth on me for a little while. i just think it would help a lot better. with the cramps.
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chaosmushroomsushi · 21 days
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it sucks watching you go from
I miss you too
to
heh
to
*no response*
I'm watching you forget about me, or lose interest, or something and it fucking hurts
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pup-void · 1 year
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Thinking about telling my partner I'm having a bad pain day, and them being extremely gentle and careful as they help me get off. Soft delicate kisses down my body and fingers working gently on my T dick. Them gently pressing me down if I start to arch my back knowing I'll hurt myself more with the strain. Little soft love bites because sometimes a little bit of pain can help distract from the worst of it. Caressing my body with their free hand trying to massage some of the pain away. Telling me how much they love to watch me melt from their touch. After I cum the help me to the bath and allow the warm water to soothe my aches. Get me pain meds if I need them, and wrap me up in a soft cozy blanket. Cuddle me and do whatever they can to help until I feel better.
(I am a gay trans man cishets dni)
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fella-lovin-fella · 17 days
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reminder to take your meds if you have them!
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droolypupboy · 28 days
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MDNI
WARNINGS for this post: heavy painplay, sadomasochism, blood, heavy impact play, face hitting, heavy spanking
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in the mood to have an extra mean dom break me because they feel like it. no matter how good i am i want to be punished simply because i look and sound gorgeous when im being bruised and bloodied for entertainment.
i’d be very appreciative & say thank you sir <33 after every single hit. however good it feels to you it probably feels even better to me. my satisfaction comes from the fact that my weeping, slapped raw face makes them feel good.
i want blood to stain the surfaces where i sit after being spanked repeatedly. i want to be licked clean by sir & as i look down at their lips, now stained with my blood, i want the look in their eyes to promise more very soon.
recovery time is a luxury painsluts don’t need at the end of the day <33 all i need is the promise of sir’s pleasure.
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gummysharksafterdark · 3 months
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Call me a masochist but I loveee the pain I get deep in my belly when I get fucked so hard and deep… that sharp jolt when the head of his cock rams into my cervix, making me ache for days afterward… I’m craving it so bad right now
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your-subby-creature · 1 month
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I love walking around my house topless. Just tits out in a boy way. Boytits out time, if you will.
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