#da pitt

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Im loving making you guys (and myself) happy with chronic illness/disabled reader!

Please if you guys have more ideas with specific illness or disabilities please feel free to ask about them because I'm loving getting to write readers that represent me and others like me!

[lostlamblizzie]

god I need to write more cassie mckay angst. like she gets treated as so mature and stable and capable in fandom and she is, but.... she's not healed. she's healing, she's making an effort, but it's a lifelong journey. mental illness that you never really get out of. burnout that catches up with you again and again and again.

she can't remember the last time she cried. cassie mckay who's not hurting anymore, not really, not like she used to. not wailing and on the comedown from a high, already desperate for her next. not freshly sober and restless and frustrated. not crying herself to sleep after a long shift of feeling too old, not enough, too far behind.

just... tired. lonely. aware enough to realize it. heavy-limbed with tears that have been all used up for so long. she got so good at setting boundaries that some of them turned into walls, living in a self-made prison in her head, doors she's locked and forgotten where she's put the keys. she'd like to cry again. she's like to truly feel again. she wants somebody who makes her feel. wants to stop being so wholly, completely alone.

[sawyer-bailey]

giggling at this exchange between me and my friend (ignore how ilia malinin is the text background)

[mermaidrobby]

[melkingsbush]

has anyone seen widow’s bay. i’m only on ep 4 but patricia and mel should be besties

[cokezerovape]

[puppiegracie]

robby who gets home so tired after a shift and all he wants is his boy. doesn't even greet the kid, just yanks his boxers down and ignores the yelp, pushing his legs up into a mating press, folding the poor thing in half. dennis is more than used to this by now but he still fights the urge to squirm, panting already, whimpering a little at how much he feels like a toy. stress relief.

robby's unceremonious about it, patting and spanking at dennis's cunt to make him yelp and whine and twitch, hole starting to flutter and drool at the stimulation. then robby's is shoving two fingers in, uncaring as dennis gasps at the stretch, scissoring and pumping roughly for a few moments. robby isn't saying a word, toys don't need to be talked to.

dennis trembles at the sound of a belt buckle clinking, and he feels so hot all over its almost feverish. his cunt is aching and begging to be filled, that wish granted as robby notches himself at the wet, welcoming entrance to dennis's body and nestles himself all the way in. fuuck, that's good, are robby's first words, a groan and sigh of relief, not even directed at dennis. just enjoying him. using his property.

dennis knows if he doesn't cum like this he won't cum at all, so he focuses on squeezing and massaging at robby's cock with the silky walls of his cunt, making it feel better for himself, too. robby groans and fucks in harder, the denim of his jeans harsh against dennis's pale skin. his pelvis grinds into dennis's hard little tdick just enough for some stimulation, just enough for dennis to cum.

wet and wailing, tears glistening on his cheeks, a slut that gets off on being an object. robby keeps chasing his own peak until he follows him into bliss, panting as he pumps his favorite toy full of warm, sticky cum. dennis whimpers pitifully as robby pulls out, his spend leaking from den's used-up hole. robby only laughs, lazily pushes some of the cum back in with his fingers, watching his boy writhe.

yeah, little cumdump like you, made to take it. was that so good, mutt? yeah? you like when I use you like a little fleshlight? don't answer that. fuckpets don't speak.

[sl-an]

i love this silly autistic woman she’s just like me