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Choso was hesitant at first, but I couldn't resist climbing on top of him and grinding my pussy against his big dick. We were sloppy kissing while he kneaded my butt and whimpered on the side. He moved up and down, begging me to stop because it felt so good. I teased him by slamming my pussy on his dick, and he couldn't resist grabbing me with a sense of pride. He started to piston fuck me, and I lost all my strength. He whispered and whimpered that I was so fucking good while violently licking my neck. He kept apologizing while I was already cumming, and I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be treated like a fleshlight. As he was about to cum, he tightened his grip on me and violently kissed me, repeating how much he loved me. After he came, he gently fixed my hair and tucked it behind my ear, showing his caring side.
After everything, he helps me up carefully and brings me to the bathroom. The bath is warm and comforting and he stays with me the whole time. I feel his presence steadying me, quiet and strong, as he washes me gently. We talk and laugh softly, enjoying the calm, and eventually we lie together in the tub, the water soothing us both. I feel safe, close, and completely in the moment.
I watch her carefully as I help her up and lead her to the bathroom. She looks tired but content and I want to make sure she feels safe. The bath is warm and I stay close, washing her gently, laughing quietly with her as we talk. When we lie in the tub together, I can feel how fragile she still feels and how much trust she is giving me.
When we are done, he gives me one of his shirts. It is too big on me, falling past my thighs, but I love the way it smells like him. He changes into an apron and shorts and makes us something to eat. We sit close together, sharing food and talking about small things, feeling completely at ease in each other's company.
Later, I hand her one of my shirts. It hangs loosely on her and I cannot help but smile. I change into an apron and shorts and make us something to eat. Seeing her relaxed and comfortable, sharing food with me, makes my chest ache in a good way.
Eventually we move to the bed. He tucks me in, holding me gently against him. His thumb brushes through my hair as he whispers softly, “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. You get to look at the world through them, but I get to look at you. How lucky I am for that. Even the heavens would be jealous, knowing an angel like you somehow found their way into my arms.”
Holding her like this, I know she is home and so am I. I brush my thumb through her hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing. She is warm and soft against me and I cannot help but whisper the truth I have been feeling all day.
I feel my chest warm and my heart full. Being here with him feels like home.
After everything, he helps me up carefully and brings me to the bathroom. The bath is warm and comforting and he stays with me the whole time. I feel his presence steadying me, quiet and strong, as he washes me gently. We talk and laugh softly, enjoying the calm, and eventually we lie together in the tub, the water soothing us both. I feel safe, close, and completely in the moment.
I watch her carefully as I help her up and lead her to the bathroom. She looks tired but content and I want to make sure she feels safe. The bath is warm and I stay close, washing her gently, laughing quietly with her as we talk. When we lie in the tub together, I can feel how fragile she still feels and how much trust she is giving me.
When we are done, he gives me one of his shirts. It is too big on me, falling past my thighs, but I love the way it smells like him. He changes into an apron and shorts and makes us something to eat. We sit close together, sharing food and talking about small things, feeling completely at ease in each other's company.
Later, I hand her one of my shirts. It hangs loosely on her and I cannot help but smile. I change into an apron and shorts and make us something to eat. Seeing her relaxed and comfortable, sharing food with me, makes my chest ache in a good way.
Eventually we move to the bed. He tucks me in, holding me gently against him. His thumb brushes through my hair as he whispers softly, “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. You get to look at the world through them, but I get to look at you. How lucky I am for that. Even the heavens would be jealous, knowing an angel like you somehow found their way into my arms.”
Holding her like this, I know she is home and so am I. I brush my thumb through her hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing. She is warm and soft against me and I cannot help but whisper the truth I have been feeling all day.
I feel my chest warm and my heart full. Being here with him feels like home.
Please help me find a bright and cute manhwa that I’ve been thinking about. There’s a scene with a little blonde baby prince who’s going through a hard time because his brother treats him badly. Then there’s another kid—he’s the older brother of the female lead—with a soft silver or bluish bob haircut and bangs. Even though he’s still a kid, he becomes friends with the baby prince, and they start writing letters to each other and become pen pals. That’s all I remember, but I really hope to find it again. PLEASE HELP I'M SO DESPERATE I TRIED REDDIT TIKTOK CHAT GPT PLEASE HELP
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please don't shame... have you ever shitted explosively and vomited at the same time cause ur such a greedy bitch who wants to eat everything and now her tummy can't process gluttony... well me. i wanna die it hurts
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I know this isn’t the right place to say all of this, but I don’t feel comfortable posting it on something like Reddit. I just really need to let this out.
I fought with my friend last night over text. She told me she already has a boyfriend, and it honestly shocked me because they only met a few days ago. I’ve seen her go through so much before, getting played, getting hurt, and never really learning from it. And I get it, because I’ve been that person too. I’ve always been honest about my own mistakes, never trying to hide them, and I even use them as examples so the people I care about don’t end up like I did.
So when she told me about him, I didn’t try to control her or force her to break up with him. I just told her the truth, that a week is too fast, and that she should take her time and really get to know someone, especially now when it’s so hard to find something genuine. Where we’re from, courtship actually matters. It’s a sign of respect, and I just wanted her to experience something real and not rushed or forced.
She told me she felt pressured into having a boyfriend, and now that she does, she’s getting criticized for it. I didn’t agree, but I still tried to understand her. I told her she’s beautiful, that she has a big heart, and that she deserves something real, not something rushed because of pressure. I told her we don’t even know this guy, what if he’s not who he says he is, what if he hurts her, what if he does something worse like spreading her pictures. Especially since it’s long distance, there are so many things that could go wrong.
I told her she might get mad at me, but I said what I said because I care. I reminded her that she’s an adult and she can make her own choices, and I’ll still support her no matter what, whether she’s right or wrong. I told her if anything bad happens, she can always come to me, message me anytime, and I’ll be there. Even if all she wants to do is cry or just try to forget everything for a while, I’d still be there for her.
But after all that, she told me I was only saying those things because of my past. That I was bitter. That I was jealous. She even brought up how I was under my ex before, how I stayed even when he was emotionally abusive, like that’s the only reason I think this way now.
And that hurt more than I can explain.
Yes, I was stupid before when it came to love. I was blind. I let someone treat me like I was nothing, like I didn’t matter, and I still stayed. I gave everything I had, even when he kept choosing other people over me. I was insecure about how I looked, my weight, everything about myself. I felt like the only thing I had to offer was my money, like that was the only reason I was worth anything.
That part of my life was already humiliating enough. I’ve been trying so hard to move on from it, to become someone better, someone stronger. I’ve grown from that person. I don’t even recognize her anymore.
So hearing her throw that back at me, like I’m still that same girl, like I never changed, just broke something in me. It felt like all the progress I made didn’t matter, like all she could see was the weakest version of me.
I wasn’t speaking out of jealousy. I was speaking out of fear, fear that she might go through the same pain I did. I was trying to protect her in the only way I knew how.
But now I feel like maybe I should’ve just stayed quiet. Like maybe caring too much just makes people push you away. And it hurts, because all I ever wanted was for her to be safe and happy, not to be misunderstood, and definitely not to be reminded of a past I’ve been trying so hard to leave behind.
Even though she hurt me, I honestly don’t know what to do. I was never the confrontational type, and now I just feel lost and unsure of what to say or how to fix things without making it worse.
I fought with my friend last night over text. She told me she already has a boyfriend, and it honestly shocked me because they only met a few days ago. I’ve seen her go through so much before, getting played, getting hurt, and never really learning from it. And I get it, because I’ve been that person too. I’ve always been honest about my own mistakes, never trying to hide them, and I even use them as examples so the people I care about don’t end up like I did.
So when she told me about him, I didn’t try to control her or force her to break up with him. I just told her the truth, that a week is too fast, and that she should take her time and really get to know someone, especially now when it’s so hard to find something genuine. Where we’re from, courtship actually matters. It’s a sign of respect, and I just wanted her to experience something real and not rushed or forced.
She told me she felt pressured into having a boyfriend, and now that she does, she’s getting criticized for it. I didn’t agree, but I still tried to understand her. I told her she’s beautiful, that she has a big heart, and that she deserves something real, not something rushed because of pressure. I told her we don’t even know this guy, what if he’s not who he says he is, what if he hurts her, what if he does something worse like spreading her pictures. Especially since it’s long distance, there are so many things that could go wrong.
I told her she might get mad at me, but I said what I said because I care. I reminded her that she’s an adult and she can make her own choices, and I’ll still support her no matter what, whether she’s right or wrong. I told her if anything bad happens, she can always come to me, message me anytime, and I’ll be there. Even if all she wants to do is cry or just try to forget everything for a while, I’d still be there for her.
But after all that, she told me I was only saying those things because of my past. That I was bitter. That I was jealous. She even brought up how I was under my ex before, how I stayed even when he was emotionally abusive, like that’s the only reason I think this way now.
And that hurt more than I can explain.
Yes, I was stupid before when it came to love. I was blind. I let someone treat me like I was nothing, like I didn’t matter, and I still stayed. I gave everything I had, even when he kept choosing other people over me. I was insecure about how I looked, my weight, everything about myself. I felt like the only thing I had to offer was my money, like that was the only reason I was worth anything.
That part of my life was already humiliating enough. I’ve been trying so hard to move on from it, to become someone better, someone stronger. I’ve grown from that person. I don’t even recognize her anymore.
So hearing her throw that back at me, like I’m still that same girl, like I never changed, just broke something in me. It felt like all the progress I made didn’t matter, like all she could see was the weakest version of me.
I wasn’t speaking out of jealousy. I was speaking out of fear, fear that she might go through the same pain I did. I was trying to protect her in the only way I knew how.
But now I feel like maybe I should’ve just stayed quiet. Like maybe caring too much just makes people push you away. And it hurts, because all I ever wanted was for her to be safe and happy, not to be misunderstood, and definitely not to be reminded of a past I’ve been trying so hard to leave behind.
Even though she hurt me, I honestly don’t know what to do. I was never the confrontational type, and now I just feel lost and unsure of what to say or how to fix things without making it worse.
am i the only one who finds it funny when someone bullies for no reason? like, what’s the goal? it’s 7:30 in the morning, and you’re already miserable. maybe try studying instead of projecting your insecurities on people who didn’t even look your way. people like that don’t actually hate you and they hate seeing someone do fine without needing attention. they want to feel relevant, so they start drama. it’s giving “main character in their own delusion.” and honestly, if you’re gonna bully, at least be cute or smart. Pick a struggle. you can’t look like disappointment and act like a villain at the same time. the confidence to bully when you look like an unfinished group project is wild.
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so i drank coffee earlier because i thought it would help me survive the day but now its almost like the coffee is fighting with the fever medicine and my brain is just stuck in this buzzing loop i havent slept properly my ear infection is killing me and instead of resting im overthinking like usual and i keep spiraling into these strange thoughts that wont shut up like what if we are not even real like not in the way we believe we are what if we are literally just characters in a story someone else is reading like some higher being out there is holding the book of my life and flipping through it like its nothing maybe my whole childhood was just chapter one and my current mess is just filler content before the climax theyre waiting for and when i die its just them closing the book and maybe never opening it again and it gets worse when i think about isekai because maybe thats the only time a character realizes theyre fictional when they get pulled into another story what if we are already the background of someone elses isekai like maybe right now my entire life is just a side note in the middle of a bigger adventure and when they click off my perspective i just freeze like a paused game character and dreams oh my god dreams are so sus because what if theyre not ours what if theyre just leaks from other stories like the reader accidentally flipped to another world and my brain just borrowed their plot for the night so when i dream of flying or drowning or being chased its not even me its some poor soul out there actually going through it and im just the crossover guest star and death maybe its not even death maybe its literally just the reader finishing the book and closing it maybe the shelf is infinite maybe we get reread maybe we get forgotten maybe some of us are cult classics and others are just dusty books no one touches and deja vu maybe thats the glitch when they go back a page to reread and i feel like ive lived it before because technically i have and all this overthinking bleeds into everything even when me and my boyfriend do nasty stuff i start freaking out like what if someone is watching us not in the creepy neighbor way but like actually watching us from outside reality like what if someone from the tv is looking through the screen back at me what if every time i moan its getting recorded somewhere and being uploaded to the dark web like what if im trending in some hidden corner of the universe for being too horny and weird like imagine my face on some forum with people laughing and making memes and they know exactly what im thinking in real time and now my fever brain wont stop asking the worst question of all what if the reason i keep overthinking is because the reader thinks its entertaining and they keep turning the page just to watch me spiral into madness and honestly the scariest part is maybe im not sick maybe im just lagging because the wifi in the higher realm is trash
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Please help me find a bright and cute manhwa that I’ve been thinking about. There’s a scene with a little blonde baby prince who’s going through a hard time because his brother treats him badly. Then there’s another kid—he’s the older brother of the female lead—with a soft silver or bluish bob haircut and bangs. Even though he’s still a kid, he becomes friends with the baby prince, and they start writing letters to each other and become pen pals. That’s all I remember, but I really hope to find it again.
about dick in my mouth
everytime i ask for raws here in manhwas/mangas i get flashbacks when me and my boyfriend having sex and I'd beg him to do me raw and remove the condom and just creampie me? like i hope anyone can relate!
about helping each other
my bf wants to fuck me in the ass but it hurts and I wanna make him feel how i feel how do i approach him with the idea
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Guys, I need help. Please do give advice.
So my boyfriend went on this outing, and there’s this one girl there. At first, he told me she likes girls, but when I asked again, he said he wasn’t sure and that she probably has a boyfriend. I got curious, so I looked her up on social media — and I found out I’m blocked. I’ve never even met this girl, never talked to her, nothing.
I kept asking my boyfriend what’s between them, and he keeps saying there’s nothing. But my gut is telling me something isn’t right. I don’t know if I’m just being insecure, but it feels weird. Like, why would someone I don’t even know block me? And why does he seem unsure about her all of a sudden?
Please give me advice, because I don’t know if I’m just overthinking or if this is something I should really be worried about.
i know this isn't the right place to ask but please do help
So my boyfriend went on this outing, and there’s this one girl there. At first, he told me she likes girls, but when I asked again, he said he wasn’t sure and that she probably has a boyfriend. I got curious, so I looked her up on social media — and I found out I’m blocked. I’ve never even met this girl, never talked to her, nothing.
I kept asking my boyfriend what’s between them, and he keeps saying there’s nothing. But my gut is telling me something isn’t right. I don’t know if I’m just being insecure, but it feels weird. Like, why would someone I don’t even know block me? And why does he seem unsure about her all of a sudden?
Please give me advice, because I don’t know if I’m just overthinking or if this is something I should really be worried about.
i know this isn't the right place to ask but please do help
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this iss sooo random I'm just in a good mood and i had to share to everyone how good my bf is already did this in Twitter everything i love my bf
I swear my boyfriend gave me the best night ever. He picked me up and we went on late night rides trying to find food, but since nothing was open, we just went back to his place.
The second we got there, it was all cuddles, kisses, and him telling me how much he missed me. And yes, we went to pound town, and that choke was unforgettable . After that, we rested and he still treated me like a princess. I didn’t have to ask for a thing, he just knew.
Then he asked if I was hungry, because of course he could tell I was, and he actually went out just to buy food. My man came back with four footlongs stacked with toppings and a cold Coke. The best part was I didn’t even lift a finger. He fed me himself while I was just sitting there in his clothes, in his room, in his bed. Honestly, best feeling ever. He kept wiping the sauce off my lips, making sure my drink was right next to him so he could hand me water or Coke before I even asked.
After we ate, it was back to more cuddles. Nothing fancy, but it was perfect. He spoiled me, made me feel loved, and I got to spoil him back too. Honestly, I’m so happy and so grateful. I love my boyfriend so much.
I swear my boyfriend gave me the best night ever. He picked me up and we went on late night rides trying to find food, but since nothing was open, we just went back to his place.
The second we got there, it was all cuddles, kisses, and him telling me how much he missed me. And yes, we went to pound town, and that choke was unforgettable . After that, we rested and he still treated me like a princess. I didn’t have to ask for a thing, he just knew.
Then he asked if I was hungry, because of course he could tell I was, and he actually went out just to buy food. My man came back with four footlongs stacked with toppings and a cold Coke. The best part was I didn’t even lift a finger. He fed me himself while I was just sitting there in his clothes, in his room, in his bed. Honestly, best feeling ever. He kept wiping the sauce off my lips, making sure my drink was right next to him so he could hand me water or Coke before I even asked.
After we ate, it was back to more cuddles. Nothing fancy, but it was perfect. He spoiled me, made me feel loved, and I got to spoil him back too. Honestly, I’m so happy and so grateful. I love my boyfriend so much.
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One crazy situation was when my mom, who had met my exes before, went to a café and saw all of them sitting at different tables with their friends. She started laughing so hard that my super protective sister walked in, totally caught off guard, and said, "What the fuck? Is this some kind of reunion? Why wasn’t my sister invited? We might as well call this an AA meeting. You were already alcoholics, and after the breakup, you turned my sister into one too."
Is anyone else like this too? this is so bad but so good at the same time
I’m such a foodie, I really love food. And honestly, like five times a week, I stay up late and end up getting super hungry. Then I start reading manga/manhwa/manhua that are all about cooking and eating, and it just makes it sooo much worse huhu I’m literally salivating
By the end, I either try to sleep it off and eat whatever I was craving the next day, or I give in and go out or order food just to stop feeling hungry. It’s like I’m torturing myself but I kinda love it too
I’m such a foodie, I really love food. And honestly, like five times a week, I stay up late and end up getting super hungry. Then I start reading manga/manhwa/manhua that are all about cooking and eating, and it just makes it sooo much worse huhu I’m literally salivating
By the end, I either try to sleep it off and eat whatever I was craving the next day, or I give in and go out or order food just to stop feeling hungry. It’s like I’m torturing myself but I kinda love it too