Just Want To Be Hugged But Also Fucked Til Tears Are Streaking Down My Face While Getting Whispered Sweet

being treated with so much love and care while fucked in the most disgusting way is peak

Things no one tells you about when you’ve been mentally ill for years and it won’t get better

— everyone will give up on you. Some will say it upfront, some will have indirect ways of showing it (you’re a lucky mf if you still have someone )

— your symptoms/ breakdowns/ panic attacks are cute for a few months. Everyone wants to help. Later on people find them annoying and inconvenient

— you will be blamed for not getting better. Doesn’t matter if you’re doing therapy, taking meds, exercising, eating well and sleeping. You can do all of it, some of it or none of it. They will find fault in your efforts.

— desensitization to your pain. This one isn’t their fault, it’s human nature. But it happens and yes it hurts cuz you would wish you were desensitized to your own pain but you have to feel it no matter what. Doesn’t matter if it’s the millionth time. It demands to be felt.

— people move on. But you can’t. You see people cope and get over things while you simply can’t. And it’s so much worse if you’ve been mentally ill for years. Even the smallest things break you and trigger you.

— you slowly realize this world isn’t made for mentally ill people in any way

— you’re tired / fatigued all the time. You have been for years now. You simply exist but you aren’t capable of living anymore. Your illnesses have taken everything that made you feel alive. You’re nothing but a shell. A body.

idk chat an older woman telling me how good i’m doing while she fucks me senseless MIGHT solve all my problems

me and who

I spend all day working hard and I come home to no praise, no kisses, no half-naked house-girlfriend to bend me over the couch and use me till the stress drains from my brain and then rub my back after?? What am I even living for

low stakes prompts for enemies (to friends or lovers, if you wish)

Person A has a tendency to give long, dramatic speeches and person B has a tendency to fall asleep during them

Person A: "Don't you know who I am?" Person B: "Yup. Still don't care."

Person A: "WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN?" Person B: "Have you met you?"

Person A sprinkles lies into conversations throughout the story. Person B pulls out a notebook every time to keep a record of it.

Person A writes the rules. Person B breaks them all.

Person A thinks Person B is full of shit but can't say so to their face because of reasons.

Person A likes to work slowly and methodically, crossing their T's and dotting their i's. Person B constantly interrupts them and makes their work impossible.

Person A and B finish a group project together. Later, Person B goes back and makes changes. When A finds out, there's trouble!

Person A hovers just a few inches away from Person B and says, "I'm not touching you!"

Person A is starving and goes to the snack machine, just in time to see Person B taking the very last one of A's favourite item.

Persons A and B are on public transit together and A is listening to their music without any headphones on. Person B really hates that song.

Person A lives upstairs from Person B and it constantly sounds like they are either tapdancing or jackhammering.

Person A has no idea what "personal space" is and it annoys the hell out of Person B.

Person A keeps sighing loudly but every time Person B asks what's wrong, they say, "Nothing." Person B doesn't even know why they're bothering.

Persons A and B are roommates for reasons other than their own choosing. They have opposite preferences for: waking and sleeping hours, thermostat settings, volume levels of various entertainment options.

Person A will not stop telling Person B how to do their own damn job and Person B is gonna lose it!

Person A gets rearended by Person B and Person B drives off while giving them the finger.

Person A chews with their mouth open.

Person A will not stop talking to Person B about the zodiac, and Person B finds this annoying. Person B gives Person A the wrong date for B's birthday just to see what happens.

Person A is incredibly popular. Person B thinks that Person A can do no wrong. Person C needs to work with both of them to accomplish a goal. Bonus: C hates A but has a crush on B. Alternate Bonus: C hates A because they have a crush on A that A hasn't noticed. Polyamory bonus: C likes A and B but thinks they're dating each other.

Condescending praise just does something to me

You’re just my easy little pet, aren’t you?

I love how desperate you get for me.

You would do anything just so I’d touch you, right? No, no, baby, don’t hide. I want to see your pretty eyes while you’re grinding on my thigh.

Hm, what would people think if they saw their cute princess acting like a such needy little slut, hm?

You got this wet just because we made out? My, my, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.

No baby, you’re not allowed to cum yet. Why the tears? It’s not my fault you got close this fast. Let me have my fun playing with my little toy. You do want to make me happy, don’t you? *grasps my chin to make me nod my head* Then stop whining and take everything I’m giving you.

Gosh, I love seeing you cry for me. It’s when you look the prettiest.

Isn’t it funny how you pretend to be this mouthy brat all day, yet as soon as I get on top of you, you fall silent? I don’t even have to tie you down. You just know your place, right bunny? *pinches my nipple while kissing the tip of my nose*

I love the sweet in-between.

When your body is jolting forward with every deep, punishing thrust, the headboard slamming in rhythm against the wall. Your breath comes in choked, stuttering gasps, and I can see your arms trembling from holding on.

But my voice?

Oh, it’s as soft as a caress. Honeyed. Sweet. Soothing. Like I’m whispering bedtime stories while I’m fucking the thoughts out of your pretty little head.

“Oh, baby… are you fussing again?” I coo gently as I thrust harder, sharp and deep. “You’re squirming so much… does it feel too good?”

You cry out, high and broken, but you don’t answer. So, I press my hand to the small of your back, guiding your arch just a little deeper, the angle cruel in how perfectly it hits you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I hushes you, “just let it happen, sweetheart.”

Your body jerks again as I drive into you, relentless. Your fingers claw at the sheets, your moans spilling into whines, into pleads, into nothing coherent.

And I just smile.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” I whisper like it’s a secret. “Taking me so well. I knew you would.”

You try to lift your head, maybe to speak, but my hand tangles gently in your hair and presses your cheek back down to the pillow, slow. Loving. Uncompromising.

“Don’t think, baby.” Another deep thrust. “You don’t have to think at all. Let Mommy do the thinking for you.”

You sob into the sheets and I kiss your shoulder, so tenderly it’s almost cruel.

“That’s my good girl,” I breathe. “So sensitive. So full.”

My pace doesn’t let up. I watch your thighs tremble, your back shine with sweat, your poor, ruined pussy sucking the strap back in every time I pull out.

And still I whisper.

“You're my favorite thing to come home to.” “You sound so pretty when you cry.” “I’ll take care of you after, I promise… just a little longer, okay?”

You break around me, body tensing, voice gone, pleasure ripping through you in a wave you couldn’t stop if you tried.

And I moan softly, lovingly.

“There you go, baby… that’s it. That’s what Mommy wanted.”

i’ve come to the conclusion that a hot femme holding me down and saying ”shh baby… let me take care of you, okay?” in a soft voice would probably do more for me than therapy ever could