#I hate doing dishes cuz why is there always a fucking dish

[brunetterightsactivist]

Also have no finished my cleaning and you know WHAT that’s ok it’s fine I finished my laundry anyway and the dishes can wait until January 2nd it’s fine

[ourfag]

ed: yeah just bung the dishes in the sink over there, i’ll take care of them and we’re even stevens

stede: we’re what?

ed: even stevens

ed: cuz you did the dinner so i’m cleaning up after. which makes us even.

ed: stevens.

stede: but i had fun doing the dinner! and you hate doing dishes!

ed: yeah, but you hate doing the dishes. i can’t just always not be doing the dishes, they need getting done

stede: well it doesn’t seem fair that i get the job i like and you get the job you hate, i don’t like that

ed: ..so…. not even stevens, then

stede: no, not even stevens. i’d actually say we’re pretty odd todd!

ed: odd—

stede:

ed: even steven and odd todd sound kind of like—

stede: a lot like sitcom characters, yeah

ed (in a funny voice): “oh, hello, i’m even steven”

stede (in an equally funny voice): “and i’m odd todd! and we’re the—”

ed: “—the numbers brothers”

stede: “—or ambiguously committed roommates, depending on the broadcasting laws in your country!”

ed: “maybe we’re cousins, like in sailor moon!”

stede: “i understand that reference, because my actor has kids! how the hell did your actor know that, steven?”

ed: “my actor likes to fall asleep with the television on, because silence makes him lonely!”

stede (dropping the voice): aw ed… :(

ed: (also dropping the voice): shit sorry was that a little too heavy

stede: is that why you had those weather channel videos playing the whole time i was at that conference?

ed: maybe. a little, yeah. i mean, there’s—i also just really like weather, you know that.

stede: why don’t we coordinate our evenings next conference so we can sit down and watch the weather at the same time? we could compare and contrast over the phone

ed:

ed (tears in eyes): that’s the best fucking idea i’ve ever heard from anyone

[materialgworlas]

Hey Siri how long has it been Sense

Materialgworlas posted

Siri: playing material girls by saucy Santana on Apple Music

Me:pauses music

You get what I’m try to say tho bestie YOU HAVENT GAVE US ANY SAUCE WERES THE SAUCE Please hook a sister up post POST PLEASE

Visitors From The Future- Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Synopsis: M kinda loving the whole Y/n gojo roommate canon so imam stick w it for now. SO imagine like u n gojo be arguing again, over sumn domestic like the nasty mf leavin skid marks or smthg😭 AND THENNN yall interrupted by sm1 at the door and its future nanami n yo future kids w gojo (Cuz of some mission into da future that takes place in da past… uh… YK WHAT FUCK THE LOGISTICS MAN JUST ALLOW IT). And gojo be smug as hell cuz he already got a lil crush on u so knowing yall get busy in da future is a major confidence boost.

GOJO AF

And like u in denial cuz u been resisting the urge to jump in this blind mice ahh mf’s bones for AGES

YO MANS😫😫

 anddddd u kinda feeling geto rn but yo kids r cute so u aint really complaining. And it’s just future nanami tired as hell cuz yo kids got gojo’s energeticness and ur stubbornness so they can’t be reasoned w😍

pov its bedtime🥰

JORDANA BBG HERE U GOOOOO😁 IM EXPECTING MY COMMISION IN DMS👹👹(yk what im talkin ab)

warning: uh da n-word? sm foul language, the readers black, gojo be simpin then foul at the end, poor suguru just wanted nyash, nanami deserves better than designated nanny AHAH GET IT NANANNY-MI REHEHEHE IM SO FUNNY-

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“I SWEAR TO GOD IMMA MURDER THIS FOOL!”

“Eughhhhh it’s not even that bad-“

“WDYM NOT THAT BAD MAN U SHAT UP THE WHOLE KITCHEN!!”

“Mf actin like its on the walls”

“…”

“What-“

“WHO THE FUCKKKK DO U THINK CLEANS THE DAMN APARTMENT GOJO!”

“Gojo?? I thought we were at that ‘Satoru’ level-“

“NIGGA STFU! Yo crusty ahh been fucking up my damn kitchen for WAY too long! Clean yo shit mf, last I checked slavery was over!”

“This is why we should get a maid.”

“WITH WHAT FUNDS!??!?! WE BROKE STUDENTS!”

“phhfft speak for yourself, im loaded.”

“Correction, was loaded. Until yo parents got tired of funding ur dookie lifestyle n cut you off.”

“…”

“reheh, gotcha nigga.”

“Ughhhhh I hate this.”

“Oh and u think I like wasting my breath?? Mf just clean the damn mess you made so ion have to yell.”

 “yeah, u only be yelling for Suguru these days...”

“NIGGA WHAT??”

“…” “U WANNA SAY THAT TO MY FACE U POMPOUS  CANT DO SHIT LIMP DICCK BEADY EYED FREAKK WITH YO WHITE HAIR GOT U LOOKING LIKE AN OLD ASS  EGG HEADED SLENDER MAN! CLEAN YO MAN MESS OR FUCKING LEAVE!” you practically roared, heavily breathing whilst a shocked Gojo stared at your angered form

Great, now you’ve done it

“yk what fuck this shit, I’m heading out.” you huffed before storming off to your room to get changed

You always take things too far, don’t you satoru. And the worst part is I only made that mess cause I was tryna make that weird dish Y/n loves, but I fucked it up n got embarrassed. God I gotta let go of this petty crush, I mean- shes literally hooking up with my best friend, by definition that should make Y/n off limits. But I just… She just so smart n funny n GAHD DAYM THAT ASS PHATT- but all I manage to do is piss her off. EUGH curse these damn feelings! Maybe ill call hoe#2 later to de-stress, she doesn’t mind when I say the wrong name at least-

“You gon get the door or not!?”

Your yell from the other room had broken through Gojo’s thoughts, now aware of the ringing the 6’3 man lumbered to the door

“Oh yeh nanamin-“

“DADDY!”

Gojo’s greeting had been cut off by the shrill of the two young children that clung to Nanami’s frame, eagerly reaching out to touch him. “May we come inside.” The weary blond spoke, waiting patiently for his ‘friend’ to move aside allowing him to enter, the two infants in tow.

“who was at the door-“you padded into the living room, dressed much nicer than before, stopping short seeing your best friend, Nanami, and the two children in his arms. “Mini, who’s black babies are these” you chortled

“MAMA!” The children wailed, squirming hard enough to break free from Nanami’s hold and rush to you.

“The fu-“

“Y/N! no cussing in front of the kids!” Gojo hissed, you rolled your eyes but relented. Turing your attention to the children clinging to your legs

“these babies kidna cute.” You muttered

“I KNOW RIGHT!!” Gojo cooed, tickling the younger girl who let out a happy squeal

“I should hope you find your own children cute.” Nanami said, in his matter of fact tone, as if he aint dropped a phatt ass spoiler in yo lives.

“My own children- huh?”

“Yes, myself, Kasumi and Saku are from the future. They are your children.” Mf dropping bomb after bomb without a second thought THAT’S how tired he is.

OUR WHAT? KIDS? U MEAN I- SHITTT, I have so many questions! When do we get together? Are we still together?? Do we get married?? Wait he said from the future- just how far into the future we talking??? How long I gotta wait to dick Y/n down n make my Gojo army... Saku’s got Y/ns smile and Kasumi got her… well everything. Damn I really lucked out-

So many thoughts in Gojo’s head. Yet all he could muster was,

“Huh… come to think of it you do look a lil older to how I remember.” Trying to keep his composure whilst he did internal backflips

Our kids? You mean me and this dusty- who am I kidding GORGEOUS idiot fuck?? AND I POP OUT TWO OF HIS EGG HEADED BABIES?? I mean, when?? Where?? why?? I mean sure the niggas fine but uh me n Geto kinda… well its complicated. But DAMN if these babies aren’t the cutest lil shit I ever seen. Saku’s got Gojos big ahh blue bug eyes but he makes em work w his brown skin n adorable lil afro… he can’t be more than 6 I’d say. AND OH MY LIFE KASUMI IS ADORABLE EHEHEH, she gets her cuteness from her mama let’s not lie but her beautiful curled her got white locks that fit her so well. Ehehe yk what, I’m not mad.

“Mama, no angy?” Kasumi babbled

“Huh- why would I be angry??”

“C-cause we twied to make (insert favourite food🥰) n-nd made biggggggggggg mess.” Saku said, peering at you with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Dadda’s dia!” Kasumi pointed to Gojo who picked up the happy girl

“Dadda’s what?” he hummed

“SUMI’S RIGHT W-WE ONLY DID IT CAUSE-BECAUSE DADDY SAID YOU’D LIKE IT!”

Gojo rn:🧍🏾‍♀️

“You were tryna make (favourite food)? N made a big mess…” now u aint the brightess when it comes to this shit but even you could connect the dots.

Now the famous Satoru Gojo, strongest sorcerer, was shying away from the knowing look you gave him. his cheeks dusted with an embarrassing amount of pink as he used Kasumi’s chubby body to shield himself.

YOU AF

Your cute lil moment was cut short by Nanami’s haggard snores, the poor man was sprawled on your couch. If it weren’t for his aggressive ass noises, you’d think the mf was dead😭

“Um- er, well they can’t exactly leave until Nanami’s awake…” Gojo started

“True, and it’d be cruel to wake him… he looks so tired.”

“…I guess we’ll have to look after the kids until he wakes up🥳🥳🥳. Oh well, HEY- who wants to teleport to Uncle Suguru n tell him the good news!!”

“Gojo you’re foul-“

“MEEEE!” Saku and Kasumi yelled in unison

“ALRIGHT LETS GO!😁”

GETO WHILE GOJO BE PARADING HIS HAPPY LIL FAMILY ON HIS LAWN

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ik its been a hot minute yall but dw ur warrior @jordanahart been on my ass everyday to post dis 😔✊🏾 1 man army fr

[ca-suffit]

Ca I'm so glad you're back!! ❤ that sarahowritesostucky or whatever the fuck account was a racist from the second they showed their face here, and is proving it on their blog (my strong intuition is telling me those asks she's included on her post are from visforv or nalyra, or one of those other followers of nalyra-dreaming and visforv I forget their usernames) she's irrelevant and she got nothing but hate for this blog for being RIGHT. You don't owe anyone SHIT, and I've never thought you were deranged on this blog even once. I will always stand by you. Someone has to be the one to call out the hate, and if you face opposition in light of the hate, it's on them not you. Imagine being so stuck up she can't handle the same dish she's dishing out, with her stupidity. Fuck them bitches.

I was finally told what this is all referencing jfc. u might be a bait ask too just so I'll talk about this and ppl can pretend this manufactured outrage was some real 3D chess shit (it wasn't lol), but I'm gonna take the bait bcuz I need to address smthing..........

I wanna know why white fandom is so fucking obsessed with being transphobic af. I've been told I'd be "exposed" so many times, but I've only had one username mentioned over and over and it's conveniently the deleted account of a trans person.

I saw what happened when this guy was here and it was the same shit I've been getting of saying white ppl can't talk about racism. this fandom always says white ppl can't talk about it and the black ppl who do aren't "real" black ppl anyway. I've never said anything of what I am and I am v clear about that all the time!! it's right there in my bio (and current pinned post). ur assumptions of my identity are not my problem. do u see why I stay anonymous now?? they have to make something up anyway bcuz that's all they talk about to distract from the topic at hand. do u see how batshit insane this place is?? it does not fucking matter who I am, this is a group project and we're all gd anon. all I'm doing is talking about racism and I have to deal with all this unhinged crap.

and these new idiots *always* fall for outrage bait by following breadcrumbs to posts that don't offer *any* proof of anything they're saying. the books teach empathy huh??? so that's why ur obsessed with hating trans ppl and making fun of ppl's mental health when ur 50 yrs old over *fandom shit*?? for someone not even here to defend himself, that's real big of u. everyone needs to go to that trans org and open ur fucking wallets to help real ppl if this guy is gonna be the target of a smear campaign attached to me here forever fsr. tHe bOokS TeAcH EmPathY. go pay black trans ppl then u fucking ugly demons.

u can "gnc" lestat all day but then u target real trans ppl cuz u don't want to talk about racism. clown ass behavior, this is why nobody cares about u ppl and ur fucking whining. u don't live in real life. ur disgusting in everything u fucking do for the sake of "protecting" FICTIONAL FUCKING PPL.

[tinyglitterrose]

Omega?

Part 1, Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Omega Ashton, Alpha Luke (+ Alpha Calum & Michael)

Warnings: SMUT, O/B/A

(Ashton is 22 in this one and the others around 20 but they look like 2021/2022.)

Summary: No one knows Ashton recently presented as an omega. He goes into his first heat and needs Luke to help him who's trying to resist that...

and ofc: don't like? don't read

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No one in the band bad found out yet. Ashton drowned himself in scent neutralizer every few hours and it was a constant battle against his inner self to not do anything submissive like dropping to the ground to give Luke a foot massage when he complained about his new boots hurting or taking his vest off thus leaving him shirtless when Michael complained about the temperatures just before a soundcheck.

He didn't want them to know that - for whatever weird reason - he had two weeks ago presented as an omega after having been a beta for almost four years. It made absolutely no sense to him.

Having to secretly go see a doctor and explain the situation, then getting a huge supply of scent neutralizer was the most humiliating thing he had ever had to go through. And even worse, the store had been out of suppressants so he was scared shitless of his first heat. He had read a lot about omegas, heats and whatever else that related to it that he could think of since Tuesday two weeks ago.

No one really knew why he had suddenly presented as something new at 22. The doctors only suggestion had been that his body had been repressing it. That made no sense to Ashton, something must have gone wrong.

Really wrong. He hated his new urges, his new feelings. Hated being around three alphas even though he loved his boys dearly.

He had made it a habit to always stay behind in the dressing rooms and help the make up artists and stylists clean up. They didn't question it but they gave him weird looks. He had also made it a habit to stay behind on the tourbus to make everyone's bed and clean used dishes. He had made it a habit to minimize the time he spent rehearsing on the drums. It was so loud and surely the three alphas must be annoyed everytime he messed up. And it was just generally annoying, wasn't it? Just like his voice so he talked less in interviews, concerts but also every day life.

Calum had asked him a few times if he was okay but Ashton was eager to nod and smile, giving a small yes. He had to be happy, he couldn't be annyoing when he was happy, right? Not overly happy, though. Just enough for them to be able to forget he was there and that they didn't worry about him.

"Luke, come on, clean your shit up", the boys were arguing when Ashton entered the bus. Immediately he wanted to fall to his knees and apologize for something that wasn't even his fault.

"I said I'll fucking do it later, Cal, you're getting on my nerves"

"No, Luke, don't be a dick, your clothes are everywhere!"

"Cuz I dropped my suitcase!", the blonde raised his voice and Ashton could hardly supress a whimper, his shoulders drawing up tight.

With quite steps he forced himself to get out of the corner of the bus door and opened the slide door to the bunk beds. Luke's stuff was all over the floor.

Ashton cleaned it. He cleaned it all up, even neatly folded his clothes into his suitcase then put it back on his bed.

He kept releasing tiny whimpers, hands shaking a little everytime he heard one of the other three boys shout at another one. God, how he hated being this weak. He felt like a baby.

And he also felt stupid. He had come to the bus to reapply his neutralizer. But then he had cleaned Luke's stuff instead and he had forgotten.

And now his bandmates were looking around looking for an omega. Ashton pretended to look, too.

"Man, she smells hot, if she's single -"

"No, I smelt it first, give me a chance first"

"We haven't even found her, where is she?"

"Why do you think it's a her?", Ashton asked quietly, hoping to not be obvious. Luke and Calum gave him non approving looks for a second, Mike didn't even notice.

"We can smell that, Ash, you wouldn't understand", whether Luke had intended it or he was just distracted,his voice sounded cold. So cold that tears formed at Ashton's eyes and he quickly rushed to the nearest bathroom.

They thought he smelled female? So he wasn't just weak and a crybaby now but also female? The drummer released a sob he couldn't hold back. He hated it, he hated his new self so mluch, how could this be who he was supposed to be?

And no one was coming to check on him, he was alone and hiding in a public bathroom, hating his new self with every fibre of his being.

He avoided his bandmates for the next few days, always storming off stage as soon as a show ended and hiding in his bunk bed or hotel room.

His friends has meanwhile come the the conclusion that the omega must work with them, be someone on their crew and Ashton quietly cried himself to sleep one night when Michael and Calum discussed how distracted they were cuz they could still smell 'her' on the bus.

And from still reading on the internet about his new self in every few minute he could find, he had found out what it was supposed to feel like when he was going to have his first heat.

Ashton dreaded it. He despised it. He was terrified.

He had drowned himself in neutralizer this morning but when he joined his bandmates and they immediately started not so quietly whispering about smelling her somewhere close again, he knew it didn't work as well as it usually did today.

What made the day that was packed with interviews and radio station visits even worse was when, halfway through around 12 o'clock he felt something in his underpants.

His eyes widened with panic for a second before he realized he had not peed himself. It was slick, that stuff that he had read online would drip out of him, making him wet and - he had never felt more disgusted of himself. He was a beta, he had been, he was supposed to be. He shouldn't be leaking from his fucking ass.

Only 4 more hours, Ashton prayed to himself, 4 more hours and you can go and cry and hide in your hotel room and possibly suffocate under the sheets so you won't ever have to experience this again.

By the time he could finally do that - run to his hotel room like he was being chased by a demon, while trying to hold back tears - he had taken off his jacket and knotted it around his waist. His pants did look like he had peed himself now, a dark stain on the back as he had seen when he had hid away in a bathroom during a small break of interviews and had desperately tried to wipe this wet mess away.

He did the same thing now. Pants were discarded on the floor and he was ripping off toilet paper after paper, trying to get dry but it kept coming. Everything was wet, it was smeared all over his thighs and he couldn't even see the toilet paper role clearly anymore cuz he was crying too much.

He was shaking, sobbing, furiously rubbing at his cheeks to wipe away the tears and with an angry shout like cry he ripped one of the big hotel towels off the halters at the wall to his right. He spread it on the bed, then crashed into it.

Surely, his friends were having fun right now, all three of them talking about this oh so hot omega again and who would get to shoot their shot first. And what made Ashton's self hatred even worse is that he wanted those shots. He wanted an alpha. That stupid need for something was growing and he felt himself getting more desperate, gasping for breath inbetween sobs and slick sliding down the back and inside of his thighs with every clench he felt.

He hated that it was doing that. He didn't want to feel his fucking asshole begging for something inside of it. He wanted to chop his dick off because it was hard and leaking, the tip a flushed pink where it was pressed to his stomach, staining his shirt.

He didn't want this.

His phone rang but he ignored it. He was fine, to the boys everything was okay. And once this stupid heat was over, he would make even more of an effort at being good. He would clean more and do more things so they didn't have to do as much.

He was only an omega after all, and they had to be like servants to show they were worthy, right? Well, Ashton had never thought that of any omega but he thought it of himself. He had to prove he belonged to this band of three alphas, that he deserved to be with them and travel the world with them.

The drummer was so focused on what he would do to be more worthy when this was over and how much he hated his current state that he didn't take notice of the door opening.

His own crying drowned out the sound of it and he shrieked when something lightly touched his shoulder, curling in on himself.

Luke.

It was Luke.

His eyes were sad, his face in the most guilty, pityful, broken expression Ashton had ever seen it.

"I thought it was you", Luke said quietly, completely ignoring Ashton's nudity from the waist down, "But I thought no way, that's not even possible... I'm sorry, Ash"

"F-for what?", Ashton tried to stop crying, he was being pathetic in front of this alpha. Since when did he think of Luke as an alpha and not as Luke?

The blonde shook his head. "For being so ignorant. We should've noticed."

Ashton shrugged. Then he bit his lip, his stomach was churning at the presence of an alpha, his hole clenching like it was begging Ashton to ask Luke to help him and pushing more and more of this wet something out.

"I'm sorry for being a freak", he whispered, too scared to look Luke in the eyes, "I'm really sorry"

"Ash"

Ashton rapidly shook his head at the nickname. No, he didn't want any pity.

"It's okay if you hate me, fuck, I hate myself. I'm so disgusting and so weird and everything is so fucking wet and it's clenching - Luke, my fucking asshole is like, like - like spreading open and I wanna ask you to get your dick out! Why do I want to ask you to get your dick out?", he wanted to apologize immediately for swearing at Luke, but the younger one was quick to answer.

"It's your nature.", Luke was calm, the entire opposite to Ashton's frantic rambling, "You're in heat, it's your instinct to want that."

Luke's breath stuttered when Ashton remained quiet this time and looked up at him with big tears eyes, he was becoming aware of Ashton's lack of clothes now. "Shit", he mumbled, pressing a hand to his crotch.

Ashton's eyes followed his hand, another tear slipping from his eyes when he saw what his new omega self was doing to Luke.

"Ash, no, Ash", Luke shook his head, scrambling to wrap him into his arms despite his whimpers, "I won't touch you, I won't touch you, I swear. It's just that you're an omega in heat and it's really hard to hold myself back, god, your smell is so intoxicating, but I would never, never ever, do anything to you!"

"But, but I want that, why do I want that", Ashton was crying again, fingers digging into Luke's arms that were wrapped around his upper body, holding on tightly. He was so scared of these instincts, these wants that he had never felt before.

"No, you don't, Ash. That's your heat, it's the omega in you. And we won't let it win."

"R-really?"

"Yea", Luke carefully pressed a kiss to the trembling boy in his arms. He had never taken care of someone like this, despite being an alpha everyone always made fun of him for acting like an omega. Yet here he was, with his best friend in his arms who was probably the last person on earth that anyone would have suspected to actually be the omega.

Ashton stayed in his hotel room, sobbing and crying everytime that Luke was gone. But Luke always came back, carrying food, bath bombs, new towels - and he informed their management and Michael and Calum of Ashton's new development.

Both boys profusely apologized to Ashton for not realizing it was him, for making him feel bad and they felt so bad themselves. They had to do it over the phone though, a hotel room wall seperating them because they were very aware that they did not have Luke's strength of holding themselves back with an omega mid heat and on no suppressants in the same room.

Luke was struggling, too, Ashton could see that, and he tried his best to hide his constant hard on from his friend but Ashton knew it was there.

And he still wanted it. With every hour that passed and Luke - an alpha that could very much help him, knot him - he was getting more sure that it was him who wanted it, not just his omega nature.

Luke would carefully clean him up, drying off his thighs and changing the towels, and Ashton's cock was always hard. He'd gotten so close to cumming a few times when he would wipe himself with the towel, cuz Luke refused to clean anything but his legs for him. But never quite. He was still so ashamed and sad and scared.

But now the desperateness was growing. His whole dick was dark pink after two days of being hard, Luke had read him an article on the internet that assured him it was normal to near constantly have that during his heat, but it had also said that it stayed like that after orgasming. Ashton hadn't done that once.

Right now, he was lying on his stomach, dick painfully pressed into the damp towel beneath him, while Luke was carefully rubbing at his legs with another towel.

He couldn't take this anymore, he needed Luke to do something. Which was why, when Luke tapped the towel high on his thighs where they almost met his ass, he pushed down.

Luke gasped and pulled his hands away when his knuckles brushed over his bandmates' bare skin but Ashton was quick to grab his wrists.

The side of his flushed face pressed into the sheets from still lying on his stomach, legs spreading, Ashton used all his strength to push Luke's hands where he wanted them.

"Please, please", he mumbled, mouth dropping open into an o shape when he felt Luke's hands brush over his ass, one hand dipping into his crack and - it was gone.

"No", Luke said firmly, making Ashton sob with the coldness of it.

"No, no, please, Luke, please, I need -"

"Ashton, you don't want this. Please stop, I am not incredibly strong"

"Then don't be strong!", Ashton knew he sounded like a child throwing a tantrum now, but he couldn't help it, "I need to cum!"

"Then do it yourself!", Luke shouted, jumping off the bed and stomping to the bathroom to put away the used towel.

Ashton's lip wobbled at Luke's outburst and tears started forming again - god, he was crying so much, it was annoying him - but okay then.

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this is part one of at least two chapters, obviously a cliffhanger but i couldn't wait til i've finished it and i haven't posted in ages but i miss it so here you go ❤️

hope you like it, feel free to tell me your thoughts and ofc requests are open 🥰

[junepsycho]

there is some mundane joy in doing the dishes. just the music and me. no thoughts, no people, just me.

okay so we're doing this. ahhh. okay. i hate people. i hate her friends, my friends, family, random clg people, the professors, everyone. all of them. but i interact with them just fine. i treat them normally, sometimes even with kindness. and don't get me wrong here,it's not like the people are horrid or heinous or bad. it's me. I'm the insecure, selfish, begrudging, lazy and straight-up trashy loner. i can't stand it. i feel so different. like an outsider. like i haven't found my group yet. like Tyler and OF. where's my brockhampton? where's my pch. I'm just a grumpy old man in a 19 year old's body. I'm physically weak, academically below average, i look like somewhere between a horse and a monkey, honestly, i don't even know why you're still with me. I'm just. so tired of living. i don't even mean half the things i say here. I'm probably gonna wake up tomorrow, look at myself in the mirror and check myself out. I'm just so fucking annoyed. what's the real issue? what are you trying to say here? what happened? okay, okay. the real issue I'm poking at here is that, i don't like that I make everyone a threat. even the good ones. I'm so cautious. so scared. that they're going to hurt me. in the end, that's all this is about. you hurting me. people, you hurt me. that's why I hate yall. and yes I FUCKING KNOW THAT IM A SENSITIVE LITTLE BITCH BOY. but i can't change that about myself. trust me, I've tried. i can't help but be insecure about my looks or my skills or my relationship and the jealousy and the envy and the anxiety and the sadness it's all too much. it's too much

it's so much that I forget things. memories. events. colours, smells, talks, names. i try to sabotage my own relationship with my thoughts because i get so insecure. where is my self-confidence, my self-respect? i just know, i just know that tomorrow I'm going to be an immature prick. how patient will she be? how long before she realises that I'm not so different from the men she so rightfully hates? how long before my toxic masculinity meets the joyous little kid me and beats the shit out of him? for how long will i procrastinate? why did i have to live this life? this truly god-forsaken life of mine? why do I have the kind of person who complains and complains and complains all the time? I'm. so. tired. and even after reading all this I'm sure you'll find some stupid reason to blame yourself for this. this isn't about you. it's about me. it's always been about me. I'm obsessed with the way the world treats me. and the moment i get that kick I anticipated for, i cry and wonder why no one's helping me get up.

at least I know that the love is real though. i definitely love her and i show her that i love her but I'm a shitty guy. and i cause all the issues in the relationship. cuz that's what shitty men do. loving myself is another story. true love requires me to keep making mistakes and correcting them. not even the same ones, it's new every time.

wow. woke up to this (it got drafted). what is my purpose on this planet? to live? living is a pain. i want to, i need to find something that's worth all that pain. something that brings me the happiness I felt last night, while doing the dishes.

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

I always wondered why adults wanted me to be proud of myself for doing hard things when I was younger, hard things are just. things. you have to do them. why would I be proud of myself for doing something I didn't enjoy? pride is for things that are fun. anyways a lot of it was adhd but also a lot of it was the way I was raised. eldest daughters of single mothers, or maybe just me as the child of my parent, just Do Things that are hard. you take care of your little brother (not when he's sick on a school day though, school is still mandatory for you then, however if he is sick on a weekend you should help out) do the dishes feed the cats brush your teeth take a shower do laundry fold the towels Help Out, because that's what you're supposed to do. But don't forget that we are desperately trying to pretend that middle class ideals and ways of life are applicable to us, so don't fall behind on your schoolwork, make sure to make friends, get Hot lunch since we can afford it thanks to Obama and more inclusive free lunch programs, make sure to get a fruit and a vegetable though even if you just want fruit and have to waste a vegetable because that's the only way it's free, don't stay after school late though -- just because you're in middle school now doesn't mean your brother is, you have to be there when he comes home, make friends but I don't like those friends and also I'm going to ground you specifically from your friends whenever you fail to babysit your brother or do the dishes or if I'm just in a bad mood and want to blame something on your friends. Also, all men and boys are evil and I hate them and you need to tell me when you get a boyfriend (I dated a trans guy in secret because they were a couple grades above me and I adored him so much and started questioning my gender because of them introducing it to me, but I didn't want my mom to ban me from seeing him. in hindsight it was fine! we were adorable! when I ruined the relationship I had nobody to cry to though. I didn't tell my mom until last year and she almost grounded me as revenge for not telling her)

also you know what fuck prose here's some more bullshit I'm thinking of

when I was like 7 or something my dad (shorthand for my brother's dad cuz I thought he was my dad for years) told me I could only have my million dollar shaped chocolate bar from gramma and pop-pop if I drank some of his fireball whiskey. it tasted bad but I got my chocolate a few shots later. I didn't tell anyone till a couple years ago in therapy. Also adding this while re-reading the whole post again but he stripped me down to just my nightshirt once (yeah he even took off my underwear it was so normal and not at all weird of him) and tickled me! and told me about how nice it is to sleep without underwear on! I hate him. hope all that smoking gives him lung cancer and the years of alcoholism gave him the worst liver ever. I'm more mad at him for using his belt on my baby brother.

my mom likes to say she's so accepting of me and she used to be an ally but now she's bi and cool good for her she still grounded me from going to pride when I actually had friends who were inviting me. now I have no friends and nobody to go to pride with and quite frankly I have no pride. I'm tired.

everytime I have gotten sick, ever since i was a little kid, I've stayed sick for longer than what's is "normal." my theory is that I simply have no tolerance for pain or discomfort, and need more rest compared to most people in order to get back to my usual self. somehow everyone in my life is still surprised when I have a mild cold for a week at a time.

in my first year back at highschool after covid hit I was sick every month. literally had a more consistent recurring cold than I have ever had from my period. I was literally so stressed my body freaked out and made me sniffley, congested, throw up, run fevers for an hour at a time before cooling down again, have no appetite and need to sleep for days at a time. my mom still tried sending me to school like that and honestly she got her way an irritating amount of time, and usually also either refused to drive me or got mad at me while driving me and always said something right at the entrance to the drop off area.

I had such a visceral reaction at the idea of entering my high school's building I would literally be late to first period by 5 minutes almost every day because I would have to psych myself up to go through the doors. I'd spend hours in the bathroom crying or sitting on the floor with my head in my hands. I'd use and abuse the oh-so-generous 10-15 minute breaks they allowed the entire student body to take to the point where on my IEP that my therapist fought to get me, they actually specified I was only allowed to have 5 minute breaks! as expected this caused me to go hide in the bathrooms EVEN MORE instead. I couldn't even stay in just one, I had to go walking around to change which bathroom I'd hide in or else they'd send someone to fetch me. I was considered a truant for most of my high school career and still nobody ever set up consistent fucking meetings with the fucking. idek the person I was supposed to be talking to according to my IEP. idk what position she filled. she was supposed to be talking to me for 30 minutes a week MINIMUM but I saw her one time for 30 minutes. literally once. I switched to an alternative schooling program for dropout risks and kids with behavior issues before I had a second meeting with that woman.

My mom has never responded to my meltdowns with anything other than anger, stress, and more anger. When I cried as a child she would yell at me to stop it and has explained that she just "didn't know what to do" and goes through the whole song and dance about her abusive dad literally every time I bring it up. she still yells at me when I cry. when I have meltdowns I'll sometimes bang my head against a wall and the last time I did that she decided to grab my fucking head.

I've always been viewed as the "family chef" because I liked food and the food network as a kid, and even though my mom always says that she agrees if I cook I shouldn't have to clean, and that she and my brother love when I cook because neither of them are fucking doing it, she always gets mad at me for not cleaning up after my cooking. I dont know how many times I've explained that I don't have the energy to cook *and* clean, and since nobody else is cooking I kind of have to it would be nice to have lowered expectations for me to clean things up. I continue to be the only person to cook, or at least put real effort into making a nice tasting meal that others enjoy, and my mother continues to berate me for leaving a mess after myself. I still do dishes! I just can't do a lot of them and so there is still a mess after i cook or eat. i am still always always always put down specifically for not doing the dishes and even though it's just me cooking for the whole fucking family, the humble trio of us, the most I get is praise. "thank you for cooking! it's so good! I appreciate you ♡" it sounds nice, right? it's just like. how the fuck are you gonna say that and then not help me clean after I cook and then get mad at me for not cleaning and then continue to either not cook, or make such blatantly shitty and lazy meals that taste absolutely horrible or have no nutritional balance at all? Like I can't just go on a strike from cooking! I'm so hungry! I haven't eaten anything nutritionally balanced, just ramen and ice cream for the last couple days, and I feel like shit. absolute shit. there are pantry goods and stuff I just don't have the energy to macgyver a full meal out of it all and not only am I not eating, nobody else is either! my mom just doesn't care though because my brother has his grandparents to help take care of him and my mom is fine without proper meals and I look at dungeon meshi memes wishing I was able to cook something nice and warm and balanced and then coming to terms with the fact that I can't right now and nobody is helping me.

my mother probably is emotionally abusive tbh! she sucks when she's doing bad. she is terrible at emotional regulation and views me as a fully grown adult who doesn't need to rely on her at all. I think she legitimately thinks I purposefully take advantage of her, rather than thinking that I rely on her because she told me I could for so many years that I never expected her to get mad and take it back.

My vocab is annoying. my mom gets annoyed easily. you get what happens.

my school is an alternative option to me dropping out, since the trade-based career preparation "alternative education" center didn't work out well for me (I have crippling anxiety in the most literal meaning. it is not a meme or a hyperbole I get so anxious I panic and shut down and it's comparable to a soldier with ptsd hearing fireworks. cannot stress enough how much I am not kidding) anyways, it's a one class at a time style education, all online. I'm not making as much progress as they usually expect, but I think I'm doing okay since I try to communicate with my "Relationship Manager" and she seems to understand that I'm just slow, not a "bad kid" or something. I would've been kicked out of my public school by now, since they only allow their students 4 years to either graduate or transfer/drop out. This program is really good for me, but sadly did not randomly turn me into the Super Genius autistic person and so my mother, who oversees my education at home, is *very stressed* about it. I don't think she realizes how slow I am with my work and thinks I'm just fucking around, and she seems to think I don't understand how serious my situation is because no matter how much help is vaguely offered to me or how many times she yells at me or threatens me or warns me about how I could get kicked out if I don't make enough progress, I don't magically churn out progress like a fucking machine or even a Regular person. like yeah, no fucking shit, I'm disabled and have been struggling with school my entire fucking life. how the hell would anyone help me when my problem is existing in the wrong way?

all my peers that I still follow on instagram are graduated by now. all my old friends have long since forgotten about me, have moved on with their lives while I'm still in fucking high school. HIGH SCHOOL. it's embarrassing. I see someone I used to have spanish class with when I go to the supermarket. Someone from Algebra worked at the closer-to-me grocery store. I see people my age *working* all the time. Leaving my house is an admission of guilt, a lesson in public humiliation. I will never be normal, I will always struggle, I will always think it's over right before it gets worse.

Sometimes I wish I would just get into a car accident, need to get a limb amputated or use a cane or a wheelchair. Have something visibly wrong with me, something accepted by others as a Reason for why I am the way I am. Of course, this too is met with guilt because physically disabled people deal with the same shit but worse. It's still ableism. It's just hard to explain to others that I need the same amount of support as someone in a wheelchair even though I look completely fine. My family is skeptical of me, always thinking I just need to apply myself more. I can get a job, i just need to actually submit an application. I can finish highschool, I just need to Focus More. I just have ADHD, why do I act like I have a Real Disability? "Okay, fine," they admit, "maybe you're autistic -- you're not *severely* autistic though! you can walk normal, and talk the same as we do, and you never had a meltdown at school like that one boy!" But they ignore the fact that I always felt like everyone at school hated me specifically, the fact that the classroom was such a hostile place for me that I sought comfort in *public bathrooms.* they ignore the times I called my mom, sobbing and choking on my tears and riddled with hiccups, begging my mom to take me home so I could be in my room where it's *safe* and nobody hates me. they ignore the way I would always scream and cry at the starts of semesters. they ignore the way i still get so overwhelmed and nervous at the thought of people that I regularly stay inside my house for weeks at a time. nobody is willing to admit that I am an "unacceptable" autistic person, I have adhd in a serious way, not a fun or even just an annoying way. I need support, support that I do not have, and nobody takes me seriously because I'm young and don't have kids and my mom needs the support *more* because she has to deal with *me*!

I'm just like. so fucking sick of being disabled enough for it to ruin my life but not disabled enough for others to call me disabled. every time i refer to myself as disabled in real life it's seen as an exaggeration, hyperbole, not something serious. I'm told to ask for help but apparently I can't *actually* ask for the help I need, I can only ask for... normal things? I'm gonna be honest I don't know what I should ask for. nobody's ever told me what I'm allowed to have. Just that having someone else do my work for me isn't the answer, even though there is the literal standard business model of a cleaner who comes to your house and cleans for you. another business model for a person who drives you around. obviously I don't need unusual things, I'm just not rich about it.

Someday I just want to live and exist without being scared someone's going to come into my room and yell at me, or tell me all the ways in which I fail to measure up to people's expectations. I just want someone to love me unconditionally, without it hurting.

[spideryves]

fuck you carmen

warnings; language, sexual mentions, angst, fluff if you squint

ding!

the ringer from her phone went off about 3 times in a row before y/n rolled over to look at it. she squinted at the brightness, her screen shining the bold letters stating it was 3:37 am.

a part of her didn’t even want to answer it, but considering it she didn’t even try to go to sleep until about 45 minutes ago, it’s not like she was that tired.

have you heard from carmy?— sugar

y/n raised a brow, confused.

why would i lol

cuz he’s moving back to town tmw…— sugar

that exchange was over two weeks ago, and although it would’ve been nice to know prior, readjusting to being in his presence was a lot easier than expected.

of course, there were still some negatives.

first of all, she got “demoted”. technically, y/n never had a real position. she loves cooking but loves baking more. that’s why michael hired her to work with marcus after she couldn’t find another job in the area. when she got bored of that, she was on dish duty with angel & manny. and then after manny flung soggy bread in her hair (which he claims was an accident) she begged him to give her a different position.

michael jokingly called her a brat, and then told her to just shadow him. for months that was their dynamic, and eventually she was put on family, where she finally felt like herself in the kitchen.

until carmy arrived and fucked her over.

she showed up late when he was having a bad day, and suddenly she was back washing dirty dishes while her replacement, sydney, was doing her job.

you see, carmy and y/n had history. they dated all of high school, and up until he got into culinary school and she didn’t. their relationship was ruined, and with some harsh words and tears shed carmy was out of her life.

she wouldn’t say she hated him, but he definitely wasn’t her favorite person. and the feeling was definitely mutual.

“you’re staring again.”

y/n whipped her hair around, angel smirking at her with his dumb grin.

“you should just tell her off.”

“and piss off carmy even more? please, he’d have me and my brother fired for upsetting his little protégé.”

the two of you glanced over at sydney, who looked frantic as she couldn’t find the onions she was just cutting. ‘she always looks like she’s about to cry,’ y/n thought.

putting the last dish down, she dried off her hands and turned to face angel completely. “besides, i give it a week before he does something to make her quit anyway.”

angel chuckled, stepping closer towards you. “you’re feisty today,” he said “more than usual.”

“can you blame me? i’m washing dishes when i should be on family. plus i got marcus and his dumbass roommate cramping up my apartment, and let’s not forget the big and bad carm—“

“y/n.”

they both turned to see carmy standing right next to the sink, neither of them hearing him make his way over there.

her cheeks instantly warmed, a little embarrassed he heard her rant. of course, she crossed her arms and raised a brow to feign innocence. “yes?”

“can i talk to you in the office?”

“i’m kind of in the middle of—“

“shit talk isn’t necessary to wash a fucking dish, y/n. my office, now.” carmy didn’t give her a chance to retaliate, before shooting a glare at angel and heading towards the office.

once they were both in the tiny room, papers scattered across the wood desk and the scent of tomato sauce filling the air, carmy shut the door behind her.

this was the first time since he’d been back that she actually got a chance to look at him, and although it pained her, she had to admit, he’d never looked better. of course, the lack of sleep was evident in his eyes and the mysteriously stained apron he dawned made her wish he’d take it off— but she was reminded of why she found him so attractive in the first place.

too bad she was about to get fired.

she crossed her arms again, ready to stand her ground. “if you’re gonna get rid of me or give me another shitty job then just do it so i can go.”

“that isn’t why i called you in.”

he ran a hand through his hair, nervousness plastered on his face.

“then what do you want? i have a job to do.”

he rolled his eyes. “does that job require calling sydney a kiss ass and flirting with angel?”

y/n scoffed, knowing exactly where this conversation was going.

“you jealous?”

“of angel? yea not a chance. but michael didn’t hire you to hook up with your coworkers.”

he delivered the line with a lot more aggression than intended, which pissed her off even more considering she knew how mad he could get over the silliest things.

marcus must’ve mentioned the month where her and angel dated, which ended as them only being occasional friends with benefits. it upset her how her own brother told him, but she wasn’t shocked. he had a big mouth.

right now, carmy and y/n’s faces were a little too close for comfort, so she moved towards the door, ready to just leave and ignore him.

“michael hired me because he didn’t fucking want you. and whoever i choose to screw stopped being your business when you decided to become my boss, got it?”

she opened the door from the office and slammed it behind her, causing sydney and tina to jump, and marcus to peak his head out from behind the kitchen mixer.

‘this is gonna be a long shift,’ she thought with a sigh.

[nightowlfandom]

Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki, Kanato Sakamaki- Bravery Is A Cute Look On You.

ANON ASKS!

Hi, can i have a Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki , Kanato Sakamaki smut With 36, 72 and 76 please. (From your X Rated List ,, Poly! AU )

Maybe where reader, and Yui are sisters, but you guys are opposite of each other, Reader is very sweet and kind, and doesnt cry when they drink from her, were as Yui is down right cruel to Reader, (because she's thicccccc ;) lol ) One day, Reader Catches Yui trying flirt and touch with them, and reader gets jealous so they so her shes theirs with some smutty smut? Pls and thank you :)

i LOVE YUI and can’t stand writing her as some awful wench....but for you i shall!! Also, you and Yui are adoptive sisters and that’s why she resents you so much also SLIGHT fat-shaming, ONLY SLIGHT. ( cuz you said she thiccy)

36-  That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

72-  I love looking at you while you ride me…go ahead…show me whose boss, baby.

76-  I love it when you’re dirty, baby

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LEGGO!!

...

“Perfect.” you smiled as you arranged the last rose in a vase. “How lovely.”

You had spent all day cleaning and redecorating to your hearts content. On a Saturday evening, you had finished your leftover homework and had began cleaning up. You washed the dishes, mopped the floors, and even cleaned the windows. A lot to do in such a short day, but you did it!

“Move it, Wide-Load! Careful your enormous ass doesn’t break something.” Yui’s high pitched voice caused you to flatten yourself against the wall. “That’s better.” she huffed as she walked past you. “Stay out of my way, thunder thighs.”

To say you and Yui were close...actually no. You two couldn’t be more divided. Her dad adopted you when you were only four. She’s hated you ever since. You wanted to have a relationship with her like all siblings did, but she couldn’t seem to stand you. It was always jokes, and they would get meaner and meaner by the day.

It got even worse when you two met the Sakamaki brothers. She has put up that cutesy façade that she always wore while you remained humble and realistic. You even remembered pushing her out of the way when Ayato lunged at her, pushing her BEHIND you to take a bite from Laito when she was in obvious distress, and standing abuse from Kanato when she dumbly gave him coffee instead of hot chocolate. It was all in a fit on panic and you still cared about her as if she was your sister. It was the only time she was ever thankful to you. After that it all went downhill.

“Why is she so cruel to me?” you sniffed as she walked off. You quickly wiped your eyes and walked the opposite side. “Guess I’d better prepare dinner, it’s getting late...”

...

“Dinner is served.” You walked out of the kitchen with a huge steaming pot to match the others. “I made curry tonight!”

“Y/N, you’re such a great cook.” Kanato boasted. “Better than some people.” Kanato sent a short glare at Yui, who almost burned down the kitchen once. After that day, you were the one to cook all the meals.

“Look at her, she obviously has had the practice.” Yui grumbled, seemingly being the only one to find her jab funny. “Who else is gonna taste test it all...”

You paused, looking up at Yui with a sad glance. Of course she wouldn’t miss a chance to down you in front of everyone.

“...Um, I’m gonna go to bed.” you sighed. “Goodnight.” You stood up straight, shoving your dishtowel in your beltloop. “Enjoy, gentlemen.”

“Did you not eat today?” Reiji raised an eyebrow. “Y/N-”

“I’m not hungry.” was all you said before you stalked off. As you walked off, Yui had stuck her foot out, causing you to stumble and crash to the floor. You landed on your elbow, yelping in pain.

“Oops...sorry Y/N!” that sickeningly fake sweet voice had come back to the surface. “Oh my! I think I heard the house shake-”

Great, another joke. Another fucking joke.

“Y/N...are you crying?” 

You had fallen at Ayato’s feet and he was looking down at you. You instantly scrambled to your feet. Yui had told you to not look, or even touch the others. That was probably why she tripped you. She was the ‘bride’ and you were the pack mule, in her words. She would get all the attention and you were lucky if you were the leftovers.

Without another word, you scurried off, still wiping your eyes. Why was she so mean?!

...

The next day, you had made yourself practically invisible. You were getting ready to make lunch for everyone and silently praying no one would bring up the night prior. You were washing the dishes when you heard Yui oh so fakely trying to sound innocent.

“No Ayato! Please don’t bite me~” you heard her faintly whimper, or fakely whimper. How idiotic did she think these guys were? You shut your eyes in annoyance. Her voice could gag a maggot. 

“Wasn’t thinking of it.” the voice replied gruffly. You found that it was Ayato that Yui was practically chasing into the kitchen. As you put away the last dish, Ayato walked up behind you. “Hello there, cutie.”

You are so taken aback, you almost dropped the cup you had taken down. “Ayato! What are you-”

“Could you make me some takoyaki, pleaassee?~ I haven’t had it in so long and Ayato-kun is hungry.” he dug his head in the crook of your neck. “Damn, you’re soft. So soft~” he inhaled your scent. “You’re such a cutie” he giggled sweetly. 

“I guess I could while I make lunch.” you didn’t know how to react. You just knew Yui was glaring at you two.

“Or I could make it!!” Yui tried to intervene.

“Actually, I think Y/N is the better cook.” Ayato glared behind him, refusing to let you go. “Go finish your housework or something.” he rolled his eyes. You didn’t want to see the venom in her eyes as she stalked off. “Y/N~” Ayato sang. “You spoil me.” he smirked as you wordlessly got down the supplies to make his favorite food. “You’ve always been my favorite.” he tightened his arms around your, leaving no space between you two.

“Ayato, you shouldn’t say that...Yui would be upset.”

“Who cares about her?” he scoffed. “Not like she’s important to anyone.” he trailed his hands up your sides. “Babygirl, everyone here is obsessed with you.”

“...Sure Ayato.” you rolled your eyes. “It’ll be ready in a bit.”

“Thanks, baby. I knew I could count on you Cutie-chan~” you almost dropped a bowl at the pet name he had adopted for you. “Mind if I stay here with you?”

“Um...Sure.”

“Good.” he pecked your cheek.

...

“Why hello there, Sexy-chan~”

Laito found you in the gardens, replanting some rose bushes. Laito had found you on your hands and knees, ass facing him. Damn what a nice view. What the fuck was Yui talking about when she tore you down?

“Laito?” You moved your head and looked behind you. “Are you talking to me?”

“There’s no one else here.” he mused. “I just wanted to ask what was for dinner, but I see something far more delicious right here.”

“Laito, what are you talking about.” you stood to your feet, dusting yourself off. “You should get out the sun.”

“Shit.” he smirked even wider, taking a few steps towards you. “No I’m fine.” he looked you up and down. The curves, the face, the eyes, the innocence.  

“Laito, you shouldn’t say that. Yui would-”

“Who cares about that idiot?” he rolled his eyes. “I’m more interested in you.” He took his signature hat off his head and perched it on top of yours. “Have I EVER told you that body rivals the goddess of lust, dear Y/N?”

“Um no?” you raised an eyebrow. “Thank you?” you squeaked.

“Don’t let that moron with two left feet ever tell you anything, okay honey?”

“Um...sureee!” you stammered. “We’re having fried rice, maybe some carbonara if I can make it in time. For dessert, maybe Macarons?”

“Ooh! My favorite!” he beamed. “Thanks Sexy-chan.” he winked, taking his hat back. “And don’t bend over like that just anywhere, someone might take advantage of that. Like this.”

You were pushed to the ground, and Laito crawled over you. “I want to take advantage of you...” you were turned around to straddle him. “But you can take advantage of me too.”

“Laito!!” you felt something hard against you. 

“ I love looking at you while you ride me…go ahead…show me whose boss, baby. “ he giggled, tracing his fingertips up your thighs. “I’d want you ride ride me with that cute ass of yours....come on Y/N...let me in...”

What. The. Hell?!

...

By the time dinner rolled around, everyone was in their respective seats. You decided today was a fancier time, so you busted out some wine and champagne. 

“Y/N, you’ve outdone yourself.” Reiji commented. “What’s this? Wine?”

“I spent a pretty penny on it, so you guys better enjoy it.” you joked. Yui wasn’t there, so you relaxed a bit. 

“Are you gonna eat with us tonight?” Kanato got your attention. “Teddy says you should!”

Translation- Sit down and eat with us or else...

“Anything for you, Kanato.” you shyly replied, taking a seat. You casually poured yourself a glass of wine as the other guys served you up a plate of food. 

“You didn’t eat last night, so you must fill your stomach, Y/N. It’s not good for you to make this a habit.” Reiji set down a nice plate with a good serving of Carbonara in front of you. 

“T-thank you, Reiji.” you smiled, raising the glass to your lips.

“Anything for you, Angel.~” he smirked.

You abruptly stopped drinking, almost choking. You began coughing slightly. The wine that had been in your mouth had slightly ran down your chin, trailing down your neck and disappearing into your breasts. “I’m okay!” you looked at the boys.

“Y/N...you’re a mess.” Laito, who had been sitting next to you commented, casually eating a macaron. “Come here.” he grabbed your hand and practically pulled you onto his lap. “Guess I’ll have to clean up for you.” he slowly trailed his tongue up the perimeter of your neck. 

IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.

“L-laito! That won’t be necessary!” you yelped. “ACK!” you felt his fangs sink down into your neck. You shut your eyes, it was fine. It didn’t hurt that bad, not in the slightest. Yui had gotten bitten once, you had gotten bitten 45 times since you’ve been here. (Good think Yui never found out) You clenched your toes to stop from making any sounds. 

Did you dare open your eyes? 

You cracked your eyes open and were welcomes by quite a show. Reiji was leaning against his palm, casually twirling pasta in his fork. He was smirking. Ayato was drinking from his glass, smiling sadistically at this scene. Shu and Subaru were both watching through eating, both seemingly considering this their entertainment. Kanato was giggling covering his Teddy’s eye while he casually ate a cookie. 

Yui however, who had walked in, WAS LIVID. 

In a fit of terror, you tried to get up only to felt Laito’s hand grab a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. He sunk his teeth even deeper into your skin.

“I want a taste too.” you felt fingers trail up your bare leg and trace lines under your skirt. You could tell it was Ayato’s voice, though. You felt a sharp, needle like pain on your calf. “Cutie-chan~, you’re so delicious.”

“Sexy-chan~ You’re taking this so well.” Laito cackled. 

“What’s going on here!” Yui made her presence known. No body seemed to care.

“I’m eating, what’s it look like?” Ayato broke away from you to answer her.

“I’m quite famished myself...maybe later though.” Reiji kept his eyes on you. 

“Why would you guys want blood from that- that toad!”

The room suddenly went quiet. You fell to your hands and knees, trying to get your strength back. They had taken a lot it felt like. You crawled into your chair, trying to reach your fork.

“Must. Eat....SUSTANACE!” you over dramatically pulled yourself up. Everyone except you was glaring at Yui. “H-hey, Sis!” you acted like her life wasn’t in danger. “Dinner’s ready!” you giggled nervously. “Feel free to grab a chair-”

“Laito, Ayato, Kanato...escort Y/N out of the room.” Subaru rose to his feet. “I don’t think she wants to see this.”

“Is it me or does the rice taste different today!” you tried something, anything! To get their attention of Yui. “BITCH RUN!” you shouted. 

“AAAH!!” Yui screamed, speeding off. 

“YUI!” you tried to sit up, only to fall out of your chair. You felt to your hands and knees, looking up at the three vampires you were left with. You heard Yui’s pained screams and cries. Surely they weren’t having her version of fun.

“Hello Y/N-Chan!!” Kanato stood in front of you. “You look so cute down there!”

“I do?” you raised an eyebrow. 

Kanato gently wrapped a hand around your neck, biting his lip. “I wish I could- Oh wait, I can...up you go!”

In the span of 5 seconds you were bent over the table. “Y-you guys! Yui’s in trouble!”

“Who cares about that useless idiot.” Laito slapped your ass. “We’re more interested in you.”

“Me?” you raised an eyebrow. “Ummm- Cool?”

“Cutie-chan~” Ayato walked around to the other side of the table and caressed your face. ”Look at me?”

You shyly looked up, only to feel his hot mouth crash over yours. You tasted even sweeter than he thought you would. Sweet like a floral tea, nothing artificial.

“Hmm!” you were surprised. You thought they were obsessed with Yui, apparently you were more dense then you thought. You felt Laito hike up your skirt and slap your ass. “Are we doing this where people eat!!” you asked in terror. 

“Why not? I love it when you’re dirty, baby ” Laito giggled. “Sexy-chan is so lewd for us.” he said. 

You were pulled back up off the table, back hitting Laito’s chest. You noticed Kanato was on his knees, he grabbed your left leg and hooked it over his shoulder. Ayato practically jumped over the table to join your side again. 

“Look this way.” Laito made you turn your head only to feel his crash his lips over yours too. You felt Ayato rip off your sleeve and dig his fangs into your shoulder. Kanato then sink his fangs into your left leg. 

Three out of six of the Sakamaki brothers were using you. Playing with you. The sounds of their enjoyment drowned out Yui’s cries for your help. Surely she was being tortured...and not their version of it.

“Your thighs are so cute, Y/N-chan!” Kanato left all sorts of bite marks all over your thigh. “You’re thighs are so yummy too...even better than sweets.” he abandoned that cutesy voice. His voice had dropped a few octaves as he spoke. 

You couldn’t answer because Laito tongue invaded your mouth through kisses. “You’re drooling.” he moaned through kisses. “You’re such a messy whore.” he giggled. 

Ayato licked up the wound he had made, only to dive back into another spot.

“Fuuuh~” you whimpered. “Kanato...Laito.” you felt tears sting your eyes. “Ayato!”

“Yes Y/N?” they all chorused. 

You watched Kanato pulled your panties down with his teeth.

“Kanato!” you broke away from Laito. “MMF-!” he grabbed your neck and resumed kissing you, this time harsher.

“Pay attention to me!” Kanato pouted. You felt something wet and slimy trace up your slit. You heard a tear in your skirt, followed by a gust of air against your legs. “Look at your naughty place! It’s dripping. Hmm!” he drove his tongue into your pussy. You felt a random pair of hands go up under your shirt and scratch your nipples. Whose hands were they? You didn’t know. You were kind of too occupied to ask!

Laito finally pulled away, letting you breathe in deeply. You had lines of your own drool going down your chin. You were panting violently. Kanato didn’t cease his movements though. Your body shook as heat coursed through your veins. 

“Kiss me next.” Ayato grabbed a fist full of your hair and turned your body towards his, crashing his hot mouth over yours next. You absentmindedly grabbed onto the back on Kanato’s head for support.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy. “ Kanato made lewd sounds with his mouth. He sucked at your clit harshly. “Hmmm.” he cackled.

“Shall we go to the play room?”

(Part 2 maybe?)

[mauvealt-s]

I fucking hate my birthday.

Not birthdays, no, MY birthday.

Everyone just always seems to forget it. It hurts because i made sure everyone feels special on their birthday.

I made cupcakes, for this kid that's birthday is a day before mine. And she didnt even remember mine until i posted something abt it.

My closest friend dont even remember until today cuz i mentioned it

I feel bad for being petty over something like this, but fuck it hurts.

It hurts knowing that whatever you do, you're not special enough for ppl to even remember.

It hurts that i'm fucking good at hiding the fact that i'm not okay.

It hurts being the "happy go lucky" one both in my family and in my social life.

It hurts being "the person that wont judge" and always check up on ppl when they fight, but having no one checking up on me when i'm in a argument.

It hurts that my mother and brother cames up to me to vent after arguing w/ each other but i can't vent to anyone when i fight w/ my father because she'll laugh, and my brother already has enough on his plate.

It's been over a week since my bday, but since no one celebrated it, today i decided to make an ice cream cake. No one fucking helped me, both in making it and cleaning up. My father got pissed at me because i expect others to do the dishes if they want to eat it too(its kinda a rule i, my mom n my bro agree too). And my mom doesnt give a shit and suggested that i just make it next week (on my brother bday).

Fuck you guys, why can't i just let you guys on your on when you're struggling. I want to make sure you are ok and feels special. But fuck, i wish you would actually checks up on me and makes me feels special

[zekesexual]

cooking headcanons for my fave aot boys

cw: modern au, aot boys x reader

this was very fun to write pls tell me if you’d like a pt 2!!

eren

he knows how to make ONE dish.

and that dish is chicken and rice

he tries so hard and promises that he’ll switch it up once in a while

but every time he just makes some variation of...chicken and rice

hey at least he’s trying

doesn’t understand the point of measurements? like he just eyes everything and hopes the entire dish isn’t a fuck up

always asks you to help chop onions, one because he just doesn’t know how to dice, and two because he hates the fact that they burn his eyes

always forgets to put oil on the pan if he’s frying something and ruins the pan

will ask you to come try his food in the middle of him cooking and ask what you think

though he doesn’t listen to any of your suggestions

cross contaminates A LOT...like he’ll touch raw chicken and then open a cabinet handle without washing his hands like it’s nothing

also never washes his hands before cooking

100% the type of guy to touch spicy peppers/sauce and then accidentally rub the same hand with his eye

gets really sad when it seems like you don’t like his food

so sometimes you have to pretend just so he isn’t sulking about it the rest of the day

cooking skill overall: 6/10

i mean he’s okay? he could be better if he actually put effort into it

jean

when he first started he was awful

like....he didn’t even know how to boil pasta

didn’t know how ovens worked? like why do i have to wait for it to preheat when i can just put it in now

always cut his fingers from chopping stuff

but jean eventually did get better like the developmental character he is!

he started getting serious cuz he saw that you genuinely disliked his food which made him sad :(

started following a bunch of food blogs to learn how to cook

and yes it payed off!!

though the process was rocky..there were definitely a lot of failed attempts at certain dishes

but his ultimate goal was to make food that you enjoyed

my man is now a world renowned home chef

literally knows stuff about certain foods that you didn’t know??

he’s also really big about keeping a clean space while he’s cooking, if he doesn’t it distracts him and stresses him out

always comes home with like the most expensive ingredients ever like jean??? why did you buy a $200 a5 wagyu steak????

also the most extra cook ever!!!

he looooves to cook with you and teach you all the new fancy cooking phrases he learned even if you already knew what they meant

cooks for you everyday because making you happy and spoiling you with food is all he cares about

cooking skill overall: 10/10

jean went from not knowing how to cook pasta to making pasta from scratch !!

zeke

zeke is one of those people who are just naturally good at cooking for no reason??

like the first time he offered to cook for you he made a perfectly seared filet mignon with steak fries

like..he’s never talked or shown any interest in cooking so you’re just wondering where his skill came from?????

you never admit that his cooking is amazing though because it only fans his ego

but he knows

looks very sexy whenever he’s concentrated on chopping something

sometimes he’ll roll his sleeves up before he starts cooking and it’s just the hottest thing in the world

very skilled with his...fingers

nono but fr cooking is one of his many hidden talents that you wish you’d known about sooner

but he only cooks like really nice meals on special occasions

most of the time he’ll just make you something simple like pancakes or french toast for breakfast

also loves packing your lunches!!

but..he’s a very sloppy cook tbh

always spills things or knocks stuff over

sometimes he’ll realize he missed a very important step/ingredient in the recipe and his reactions are always priceless

always ends up saving the dish though!!

tries to act like he doesn’t care what you think of his food but he does!!!!! 100%!!!!

will sneak glances at you while you’re eating his food to read your reaction

overall cooking skill: 11/10

[miekasa]

Hi hi. Newcomer here. Imma just drop by n share hcs.

Ok so for Eren, I highly believe that he can't roll his R's. He just looks like he can't 😭 Also he probably spoke German when he was younger but it was completely wiped when he was 7. I just know Mikasa and Armin would purposely talk in German around him, especially when he's the topic and he would just nudge them and gets all pouty cuz he can't understand them 🥲

Also this man just finishes half of the toilet paper rolls. The amount of times hes clogged the toilet cuz of it. Also cannot handle spicy food, although i won't say he's like Zeke, who canonically has a cats tongue(neko-aji?)

Speaking of foods. Mikasa's into sour or salty stuff. Especially pickled fruits. She probably has aged plum in her cabinet. Would occasionally indulge in not-yet riped mangoes dipped in either tajin or soy sauce(definitely not adding my faves)

Armin likes strawberries. Matter of fact, hes a whore for strawberries. During middle/highschool, always had yakult or those tiny yogurt drinks with his lunch. Its a staple item(which is always strawberry flavored) : > and also gel-o's. But idk about yall, i fucking hate jelly

Eren not being able to roll his Rs idk why that’s so funny but fits him so perfectly omfg. In my head, he speaks German, but like… if you asked his mother who Actually speaks German, she’d say Eren might as well be speaking gibberish sometimes LMFAO. He tries tho <3 he just doesn’t practice a lot. Swear words sure do come easy to him tho.

He definitely cannot handle spicy food in that his face is turning red and his lips are puffy, but that does not stop him from eating it. He buys the spicy instant ramen knowing damn well he needs to have at least six glasses of water on hand just to get it down. He lives for the danger <3

Definitely see Mikasa preferring salty/savory things. Queen of putting Tajin on every fruit in the cabinet just because she can. Also see her making her own pickled fruit/thinks it works as a perfect side dish for basically everything; or she treats it like it’s dessert. Can also frequently be found snacking on seaweed, but she has little self control and goes through four packs in one sitting because they’re just the right amount of salty for her.

Why does Armin having a thing for Jell-O fit. so well LMFAOO. Once Eren replaced the regular ones with Jell-O shots and Armin didn’t even notice until he was tipsy and Eren had the time of his life laughing at him. Also those little fruit jars with the juice in them—like the ones with the clementine slices in juice/jelly. Has one of those on him at all times.

[strawhatpoofy]

It’s a Love-Hate Thing

characters: frat boy!hawks x f!reader, brief mentions of mirko and members of the LOV

genre: smut. nsfw. 18+

notes/warnings: frat!au, college!au, hate-sex, degradation, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, mentions of political science (deffo the scariest thing in here), swearing uuuuh lmk if i forgot anything

words: 3.6k

If someone were to ask you how you ended up here, you would have bitterly pointed towards your now drunk roommate, Rumi. She had spent two hours begging you to accompany her to Lambda Omega Vi’s biggest party of the year: their post-rush celebration. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you had an avid hatred for greek life, the LOV’s ‘brothers’ were renoundedly the douchiest boys on campus.

Yet, Rumi had pleaded with you, and bargained with dish duty. If you went, she would do all of the dishes for a month. She knew as soon as your eyes narrowed and head titled that she had you. After some fluttered lashes and a sweet pout, it was a done deal. And, damn, were you pissed.

You stood in the corner of a musty, bare living room. There was something bassy and synthetic pumping through a large speaker, and sweaty bodies mingled in the middle of the room. From the sidelines, you played a little game you had made up after your first quarter on campus.

That one is Shiggy; his lips were always chapped, and skin always parched, yet there was always a gorgeous girl attached to his arm. Jin was running the game of beer pong; people around school called him Twice, but the stories always varied as to how that name originated (you heard it was ‘cuz he gave the same girl an STD twice). As your eyes flitted around the room, your face contorted in displeasure. The LOV really was the bottom of the barrel.

That’s when you saw him. The bane of your fucking existence. Keigo fuckin’ Takami. What a prick. You had the displeasure of meeting Keigo in your second quarter Intro to Political Thought class. It was a large lecture, and you sat in the back, making sure to keep at least a few seats between you and the nearest person. You were only taking this class as a GE, and had no interest  in making friends with the poli sci majors. Of course, when Keigo came in, he plopped down in the seat right next to yours. His knee bumped yours and he had a sleazy smirk on his face.

He did that every lecture-bumped into you, lazily grinning and never saying a word unless it looked like you were about to get up and move. Then he would need a pencil, despite the one sitting on top of his notebook, or he’d ask for a piece of gum, or ask you to catch him up on the reading he didn’t do. Thus, you were trapped with him for a painful ten weeks. As the quarter progressed, so did his shameless fuckboy behavior. No matter how scathingly you shut him down, he was on you like a fungus.

When you had found out he was part of the LOV, it made everything click. Some girl had come up to him during one of your last lectures, batting her eyelashes, and when you heard her call him Hawks oh so sweetly, you didn’t let him live it down. Every time you saw him it was, hey Hawky, you absolute dumbass. He simply played along, calling you princess and his little dove with a dazzling smile each time. And fuck if it didn’t make you want to bash your head against a wall.

Thus, this is what your relationship became; any chance meetings across campus after that first class together consisted of his shameless flirting and your anti-fraternity war, which always inevitably turned into more bickering. Others would snicker when they witnessed the two of you, resulting in your heads whipping around to face whoever it was, sure to make a point of letting them know just how much you couldn’t stand each other.

So here you were, glaring at him from across his living room, while his arm was thrown around some wasted sorority girl. You nursed your cup of spiked punch, wincing at the cheap alcohol with every sip you took . Then, Keigo caught your gaze. Your eyes locked with his for far too long, but you weren’t going to back down first. Eyes narrowed, you worked your hardest to force all of your anger and hatred into your stare. But when he winked, you practically spit up your punch. You scoffed and flipped him off, turning away after drinking in his initial expression of shock.

Working your way into the kitchen, you smiled behind your cup. Damn, that felt good. Maybe it was petty, but fuck that guy. As you reached the chip bowl, you felt a hand curl around your wrist. You jumped in surprise, whipping around to see Rumi giggling and looking up at you.

“Hey (Y/N)! Hi. Ok, so I know I begged you to come with me, and I know you’re my ride. But um,” she glanced behind her and as your eyes followed her gaze, you understood what she was getting at. “I think I’m gonna uh, catch a ride with Dabi right now.” She was biting her lip, “I’ll still do the dishes for a month, I swear. And the good news is you can totally leave now!”

You sighed and nodded, muttering a just be safe and text me, then she was running off, jumping into who you assumed was Dabi’s arms. After watching them disappear, you went to dump the rest of the punch down the kitchen sink. No point in staying here any longer. Thankfully you had barely had anything to drink, so all that was left to do was grab your purse and get the hell out of here.

Up the stairs, second door on the left. That’s where your stuff should have been. Every time you had been to one of these parties, the hosting fraternity usually offered up a safe room for everyone to keep their belongings. This time it was someone’s bedroom, and when you walked in only to  see your purse wasn’t where you had left it, panic began to rise in your throat. There was no way someone had taken it, right? Then, the door behind you shuts, the lock clicking.

“Looking for this, doll?”

Oh absolutely not. Keigo stood in front of the door, your purse dangling from his fingers, that same unbearable smirk on his face. You didn’t respond, instead crossing your arms and stalking over to where he stood. “You know, I didn’t really appreciate your little stunt earlier, (Y/N). I thought we were buds!” He was looking down at you, mock hurt across his face. The fact that he remembered your name made your pulse jump just the slightest.

“What the fuck do you want, Hawks?” You spat out the nickname, taking a step back from him so you could look him level in the eyes. He put your purse behind him and took  a step closer.

“Aw, c’mon dove. You know I only like it when you use that special little nickname lovingly.” Keigo’s hand was on the back of his neck, and the display of bullshit modesty made you roll your eyes. In the back of your mind you were thinking how adorable he looked, but you shook those thoughts from your head.

“Keigo, I’m trying to go home, and I don’t understand what the fuck you think you’re doing in here, or what little game you think you’re playing, but you better get out of my way.” You were desperate to sound in control of the situation, but your voice had softened half way through. Of course he noticed, and he took another step towards you.

“I just wanted to see why you thought it would be cute to do me dirty like you did down there, dove. What could I have done to deserve being embarrassed like that in front of my guests, hm?” He imitated you, crossing his arms. His chest was puffed out a little, but he was still smirking at you

You attempted to make a snatch for your bag, but he was too quick.

“Tsk tsk tsk. C’mon now darlin’. Thought you were smarter than that.” His arms had shot out and caught hold of your shoulders. His grip was like steel, and you were starting to feel a little uneasy. He was staring down at you like he was a predator, and you were already a dead thing he had dragged into his den. “I think I’m gonna need an apology for all the trouble you’ve been causing me tonight, dove.” He was shoving you down, and your knees hit the rug on the floor with a thud.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You were looking up at him, his hands still on your shoulders keeping you against the floor. You despised the way his surprise show of strength forced heat to rush between your legs. One of his hands left your shoulder to cup your cheek, a finger hooked under your chin.

“I’m just doing something I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you last year. Don’t you think you could behave? Don’t you think you owe me some sort of apology?” Keigo was frowning now, gazing down at you through his lashes. Fuck, he was gorgeous. “Now be a good girl.” His hand cupped your face, thumb leaving your chin to trace your lips, while the other left your shoulder and started working on his pants.

“W-what are you-” You were cut off by Keigo shoving his thumb into your mouth, and when you let out a little hum, he beamed down at you. He was unzipping his jeans, doing his best to pull them down with one hand. It was then you noticed his cock hardening under his pants.

“Look at you, already cooing for me. Thought you were gonna give me a harder time than this, dove. What a slut.” He was mocking you, you were sure of it. Yet at his words your cunt clenched. Still, he was wrong; you were gonna give him a hard time. You bit down on his thumb, and he hissed. “Fuck, you really are a brat. Better not try that when I have my cock in that smart mouth of yours.”

He pulled his cock free from his boxers, and your eyes widened just the tiniest bit. He wasn’t particularly thick, but long, with just a hint of a curve. His cock was was throbbing, and he grabbed himself with the hand that was previously pulling down his pants.

When he squeezed himself, he tensed up and shuddered. “Alright dove, open up.” He slapped the head of his cock against your cheek, leaving a trail of precum. He tapped it again against your bottom lip when you refused to take his orders, and something about the obscenity of Keigo smacking your face with his cock had your mouth dropping open involuntarily.

“Good girl, I knew you had it in you to be a good girl for me.” Both his hands wrapped into the hair at the back of your head, and without a second of hesitation, he’s fucking your face.

His hips are thrusting lazily, and his cock is hitting the back of your throat. Your gagging and whimpering only seems to egg him on, and he pushes your face forward until your nose is against his pubic bone. You’re trying to fight the heat rising in your belly, but it’s no use. Impossibly, this is  the hottest thing anyone has ever done to you.

“Aw, darlin’, look at you crying over how I fuck that smart little mouth of yours. Does it hurt? Feels so good for me, dove. Love watching you cry too.” You hadn’t even realized the tears falling from your eyes, too busy focusing on your breathing. While you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of Keigo in a sexual way, you definitely had never pictured anything like this. Yet, you were enjoying yourself almost as much as he was.

You glanced up at him, eyes watery and lashes heavy. His face was flushed pink, his lips parted and breath panting. He was holding you against him as if you two were glued together, practically grinding against your face, cock pulsating against your tongue. The whines falling from his lips were music to your ears; he was gasping and sputtering, hips moving a little bit more erratically. The wetness in your panties was growing, along with your frustration. There was no way he was going to cum just like that and leave you here to pick up the mess; there was no way you were gonna let him use you.

When your teeth gently grazed his cock and you started shimmying away from him, Keigo groaned, head falling and hands tugging on your hair. You pulled off of his cock with a pop, stood up, wiped your face of any tears, and pulled your fingers through your hair.

“Sorry, birdy, but I am gonna give you a hard time. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” You squirm around him while he’s trying to catch his breath to grab your purse. It’s almost in your clutches when you’re slammed against the door.

“Think I’m gonna let you leave just like that, dove?” His voice is hot in your ear, and his hands are holding yours above your head, pinning them to the wood of the door. “Think that being a brat is gonna keep me from taking what I want?” He presses his still bare, still throbbing cock against your ass.

You stifle the groan begging to be let out, instead opting to egg him further. “I think you’re a real piece of shit, Keigo. Just another no good, douchey frat boy.”

“Hm, yeah I bet you do. Doesn’t mean you’re not gonna let this douchey frat boy abuse that slutty pussy of yours though, right? Gonna let me take advantage of you even if you fuckin’ hate me, isn’t that right, dove?” He smells like body wash and faintly of beer, and his skin is burning everywhere it’s touching yours. At his filthy words you keen, and rut your ass against his cock. “Mmm, of course you are. All bark ‘nd no bite, huh?”

He puts both of your wrists in one of his hands, and lets the other wander down. His fingers graze your waist, pushing up the material of your t-shirt. Then he’s moving up, hand cupping your breasts, fingers grazing against your nipple through the thin material of your bra. You whine and continue pushing yourself against him, wanting more.

“God, you talk too much Keigo. Too scared to actually fuck me? I doubt you’d be able to make me cum. Bet most the girls you’ve been with have faked it-” You know what you’re doing is dangerous, but you’re already here so why not. Keigo lets out something akin to growl, rumbling from deep in his chest. He’s pulling your shirt over your bra, then tugging the skimpy material down under your breasts.

“Alright, now you’ve really pissed me off brat. I’m gonna make it so the only words you remember are my name and please.” He pinches a nipple, twisting the sensitive nub between his fingers, and bites down on your neck. A moan is pitching from the back of your throat when he brings his hand up from your tits, clamping it down over your mouth. “You’re not gonna make a god damn peep unless I give you permission to, dove. Now just fuckin’ behave and keep your hands up high like that for me.”

He releases the grip he had on your wrists, and you can already feel the bruises that will be covering them tomorrow. Suddenly he’s working on your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with minimal fumbling, and yanking your pants and panties down in one swift motion. Once they’re past your knees, and your ass is bare to him, he’s humming in approval, hand gliding over your cheeks, grabbing, kneading, pinching.

Finally, he’s running a finger across your slit, avoiding your clit, just barely fluttering past your hole, only touching your pussy enough to collect your wetness on his fingertips.

“Such a high and mighty attitude, but look at you princess. So wet, and I’ve barely touched you. All that just from sucking my cock?” You can feel yourself start to whine against his hand, wanting to shoot back some bitchy response, but when he hears your voice starting up in your throat, he shoves two fingers into your mouth. “Nuh uh, dove. Told you not a sound til’ I say so.”

Right as he says it, he pulls your hips back, giving himself the perfect angle to slam his cock into you. There was no warning, just his cock head suddenly kissing the entrance of your cunt and then the pleasurable stretch of being filled. His fingers shoved themselves backwards into your throat in time with his cock, as if to prevent you from even the littlest bit of noise at the intrusion.

The pace he sets is ruthless, and apart from his pants and whines, the only sound in the room is skin hitting skin as his hips fuck up against your ass. Your knees start to quake, and you paw at the door, relishing the cool feeling of the wood against your skin as compared to the heat of Keigo’s. Your pussy is fluttering; he’s hitting all these spots inside of you with minimal effort, and each time you clench around him he leans forward to press a kiss against your neck.

“Alright pretty girl, I’m gonna take my fingers outta that smart mouth now, and the only thing I wanna hear is how good I’m making you feel. Can tell by the way your sluttly little hole clenches around me that I’m makin’ you feel good, dove.”

As soon as his fingers leave your mouth your gasping and whimpering and making the prettiest noises Keigo’s ever heard. If only he could hear you like this more often, instead of you running your mouth at him. He let himself hold on to the musing; he would absolutely love to fuck the hatred you had for him right out of your body. Ain’t no time like the present.

He’s fucking you with more fervor now, in his mind he has a goal. Your head feels light as he eggs you on, practically begging you to use your words and tell him how good he’s making his little dove feel. God, every time he calls you that you’re practically seeing stars. Still, you don’t want to comply, to give him the satisfaction, but then his cock finds that weak spot inside of you and you’re babbling out praises.

“K-Keigo, feels so good. You’re making me feel so good. Fuck. God dammit.” You want to hate that one of your least favorite people is making you drip all over his cock, but it just feels perfect and you can’t even think anymore about all the nasty things you’ve said to each other beyond the context of now, of fucking like it’s the only thing you two should have ever been doing.

When his hand reaches down to play with your clit, you’re practically lost to the world. The only thing that matters is here and now and the feeling of it all. Your nails are scratching against the door, and you’re confident anyone walking by would get an unpleasant earful of two idiots going at it like there’s no tomorrow. You’re mumbling and whining and grinding your hips up to meet Keigo’s thrusts.

He doesn’t think he can hold himself back much longer, not with the way you're mewling and squirming and fluttering all over his cock, and he’s about ready to beg your orgasm forth. “C’mon dove, can’t have you on my cock all night. Need you to cum for me. Gotta feel you cum on my cock, darlin’.” His thrusts are sloppier, and his head is resting on your shoulder. He’s abusing your clit, rubbing harsh, tight circles, and his other hand is attached to a nipple, kneading and pinching.

“Fuckk-k, please (Y/N).” His voice is airy and needy, and hearing your name fall from his mouth like that brings your orgasm crashing down on you. Your muscles spasm as your pussy clenches down on Keigo’s cock, and he lets out a moan as he cums with you. He fucks both of you through your highs, burying his cum deep in your cunt.

Then he’s pulling out, his head still on your shoulder, when you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled up. You feel a chill as he pulls away from you, ass bare, dripping with cum.

“Well, that was fun, huh smart ass?” Keigo is looking in a small vanity mirror situated on the dresser in the bedroom, fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt. You stand up, legs wobbly, thighs sticky, head spinning. “Maybe we could do it again some time; I think I like you more when you’re fucked stupid and can’t talk shit at me.” He shoots you a wink and a smirk, and you stand there, in front of the door blinking at him.

“So uh, I have a party to get to downstairs, and it looks like  you were gonna be heading out anyways. Might wanna um,” he gestures to your undressed state, then gently guides you out from in front of the door. “Well, catch ya later dumplin’.” With a grin and, was that a fucking shaka, Keigo is out the door. You hear his footsteps fading down the stairwell, and you begin to process what just happened as you fix your clothing and grab your bag.

That little son of a bitch.

[monkey-network]

Now this. This is interesting.

Do understand how delicious it is for someone to say Pixar's Ratatouille of all things is corporate propaganda. How actually stupid this increasingly sounds? May I share why because I just had to with this...

Let’s put aside the fact that most people who actually remember the film enough to analyze it see that it was clearly anti-corporation when Skinner is the manifestation of marketable greed where he literally is using the image of his dead partner to try selling microwavable meals. Let’s put aside the fact that Ego didn’t give up his job because he was reasonably fired (the film says this btw so the bottom ask here pulled shit out their ass, naturally). Three very important things I want to make clear here. Kinda four really.

The “blind slander against critics” is the result of people not immediately buying everything they say or believing everything is a 10/10 or a disaster beyond belief. There is a reason Rotten Tomatoes has become a joke over the years, why Joker became a billion big success despite the visible ire against it, and why “voting with your wallet” has become more of a staple in the market. Critics hardly matter outside the retrospective anyway when stuff that actually could be shit can earn millions anyway. If critics really influenced the monopoly, stuff like Wolfwalkers and Into the Spider-verse would’ve made a billion easy, if not near compared to what they got. Hell, The Emoji Movie would not have been as successful if the unified hate against it actually affected anything. Disney is Disney, people have always had enough of the stupidest trust in them so the “blind slander on critics” means nothing and hasn’t meant anything when it comes to them. When people say being a critic is easy, this is what they mean. That and Youtube.

Anton Ego was not redeemed. He didn’t save Gusteau’s with his ending review, he didn’t help Remy be recognized as the greatest chef in Paris, he just recognized his arrogance. The whole point of Ego’s flashback was not because “I was sad once”, that’s grossly myopic. Remy's food made him nostalgic for his own childhood and that is why he gave a positive review after knowing who made the dish “pontificating” the message of the film "innovation and talent can come from anywhere and anyone." Ego wasn’t a villain, there was nothing to be forgiven about because he just did his job. Hell, beyond Gusteau’s death which wasn’t his fault, the restaurant didn’t shut down because of his original review and there was never any sign of the place going under after said review. He was hardly an impact beyond being the obstacle perspective for Remy to challenge and that’s the point.

This disdain for Ego is in the nebulous idea that Ego is a “Take That” towards critics and criticism in general when that really isn’t the case. Ego did what he did because of his genuine love for food and he was very fair towards a disadvantaged chef. If he had shittalked the restaurant while loving the food, Lily would have a point, but he was completely sincere regardless. Like the whole point of the climax with Ego was that he enjoyed the meal not as a critic, but as a lover of food, reminding him of why he became a professional critic in the first place. I bet Orchard only believes Ego is an imaginary take on critics because Ego openly admits that criticism can be easy and the film is about curbing your ego and recognizing what can be great can come from anywhere. Who left this film taking the fucking bait? Which leads into my last point.

How the hell do you get corporate propaganda from the message that “open-mindedness and integrity are good things to offer for people who’ve put in the effort”? Remy’s journey is about proving to himself and others that he can cook, challenging Ego’s notion that “Not anyone can cook”. The film is about the passion in creativity, having genuine perseverance in what you want to achieve for yourself, and THAT’s “corporate propaganda”? It’s hilarious coming from Schrodinger’s Asshole herself, somehow taking this into the worst light possible. If Ratatouille was so anti-critic as Orchard believes, it wouldn’t have validated his opinion. Hell, if it was so anti-critic, Linguini would have kicked out Ego before revealing Remy to him. Ego expressed a positive experience in spite of the fact that a rat made his food. Indirectly, he recognized Remy’s skill when he could’ve easily been disgusted at the thought; again, the guy had his integrity.

Like, brazen corporate propaganda? What would be opposite of that, Orchard, or do you just hope no one would care enough cuz this is the worst, dumbest, funniest bad take for this film I will ever know.

[ash-angel]

⎡ two worlds under the same sky ⎦

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➵ pairing: fushiguro megumi x itadori yuuji ➵ word count: 888 words ➵ genre: fluff ➵ author’s notes: this time, i was listening to heartbeat by bts.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── you are a sunshine and i continue to melt under your light that is alright because i love to burn in the warmth of your flames ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yuuji wakes up to the warm embrace of the morning sunshine peeking through the curtains. It left a warm, bright, and pleasant feeling on his skin that made him feel a bit more alive.

Just as he shifts to his side, he meets emerald green eyes filled with fondness — they were beautiful. They resembled the color of life. The trees, the grass, the sea, and everything pretty.

“Good morning,” Slim fingers cradle the apple of his right cheek. Yuuji reaches up to place his hand on top of Megumi’s, slightly intertwining their fingers. He feels the pace of his heartbeat slightly race with each caress of fingerprints on his face.

“Good morning, Gumi.” He murmurs under his breath, droopily fluttering his eyes as he slowly wakes up. “Can we stay here a little bit longer?”

“Of course.” The dark-haired boy sighs with a small smile, inching over Yuuji to press a tender kiss on the crown of his head. With the momentum of strength in the pinky’s arms, he pulls Megumi on top of his body.

A chuckle of astonishment leaves Fushiguro’s throat as he shifts to balance his body mass by pressing his chest to Itadori’s, burying his face into the crook of his neck, indulgently relishing in the scent of comfort and safety.

They spend those moments, bathing in the sweet sunlight.

And as Megumi smiles against Yuuji's neck, he comes to think, Yuuji is the color of morning. Bright and pleasant.

When they had brunch, it was just the same as other morning breakfast.

Except that it was Megumi who prepared their meal this time.

"Your fried rice really is the best, 'Gumi." Yuuji compliments with his mouth full, practically drinking his bowl in, humming as he savors the flavor.

"Really?" Megumi blinks, slightly tilting his head to the side. Curious.

"Mhm! You cook it better than I do, that's for sure."

"I... I'm glad." A rosy hue brushes over those pale cheeks — Itadori almost stops eating his meal; he can't help but fall in love every time.

The pink-haired boy only sheepishly grins, standing to serve more food to his dish.

Clangorous utensils against the ceramic plate, resounding throughout their kitchen as they quietly eat, listening to today's radio program.

Two cups of coffee next to another, silver rings on fingers, and knowing smiles settle their brunch session as the best one yet.

Yuuji was the color of noon. Brightest at its peak, ever so happy and joyful.

Megumi hums a quiet tune as they sat together in the quiet park's bench.

Well, it wasn't really quiet, but... the settings were pleasant and comforting.

Children's voices, sounds of bells, bubbles floating along the wind and the pretty flowers adorning the bushes around them.

Someday, they were gonna grow old. Weak and fragile, with only each other to hold.

Someday, they are having the last of their conversations together. The ghost of a smile. Taking their last breath.

Someday...

He finds his palm gently landing on top of the pink-haired boy's hand. Itadori blinks in realization and he glances down to Fushiguro's smile.

"Let's kiss." He blurts out, and Yuuji immediately runs red.

"Here in public?" He sweats, lips twitching in embarrassment.

Megumi pauses for a bit, blinking. "Right. I forgot."

But as soon as he utters those words, a jacket drapes over both of them. He's astonished by the sudden dim lighting but he could see he slight tint of blush on his lover's cheeks.

He meets Itadori with his lips, fervent with passion. The kiss was soft, sweet and everything they wanted. Just like anything else they had through this whole relationship.

Just as his eyes peek during the lip-locking moment, he could see the flush on the other boy's face.

Yuuji was the color of the afternoon. Embarrassed as red and warm to the touch.

They lied down to the fuzzy feel of grass, watching as the clouds bleed into pastel colors of pink and purple.

For Fushiguro, to rest his head on Itadori's arm, and let his body be carried by the Earth — it was pure solace. The blades of grass felt like the caress of a rabbit's fur against his skin.

On the corner of his vision, he could see the glimmer of their ring on his lover's hand. He could hear the gentle rise and fall of Yuuji's chest, the continuous pumping of his heartbeat and the wind blowing over their bodies.

He could smell the scent that the flowers from afar carried along the breeze.

His hair feels light, his skin rejuvenated, and muscles relaxed.

He wished nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.

Megumi rests his hand over Itadori's heart, eyes softening at the sight of their ring on his own finger.

"Happy birthday, Yuuji." He mumbles.

A giggle rumbles from the pink blob. "Thank you, Megumi."

He feels a pair of soft lips tenderly press against the crown of his head. "I love you. This was one of the best birthdays I've had."

A wistful smile adorns Megumi's mouth.

Yuuji was the sunset. Ever resting from the light he bestows upon the world, however, always returning with tenacity.

But more than ever, Itadori Yuuji is the sky to his world. Graceful as the heavens. Lovely as the clouds. Glowing with beauty.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───   You are my sky as I am yours.  Forever young with shades of blue And tainted with each other's red and yellows. ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

author's note: I love Itadori Yuuji and Fushiguro Megumi so much that it hurts. Fucks my feelings up every time man.

➵ THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PURE FLUFF, WHY DID THAT TURN OUT TO BE HURT/COMFORT. T^T I HATE MYSELF ➵ Comments and notes are very much appreciated. Thank you for your small deeds of support and love. (just noticed that I put kudos cuz I post on AO3 first addjdjdjjd)

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[cinnachuu]

DATING CHILDE HCS

a/n: I’ve been afk,,simply because of catboys,,,me apologize sincerely

warnings/genre: dating hcs, fluff

•Jesus Christ I love this man

•ok so

•he always lets u borrow his scarf LMAO

•mans gives great hugs

•he loves to cuddle and doesn’t mind PDA, he doesn’t love it per say, it’s just a necessity for him SKSKSK

•a hand lazily draped around your waist or shoulder, his chin resting against the crown of your head, kisses to your cheek, etc

•unlike my Kaeya hc, Childe doesn’t mind being open about jealousy

•he won’t be mean,,,to you. I can imagine he’s a tad bit possessive

•but he’s not toxic!! I think, I don’t think there’s a lot of toxicity but this isn’t kakegurui I need to shut my mouth

•tbh I didn’t like him cuz of his affiliation with Fatui, and if you’re the same as me he reassures u constantly that he’s not mean

•always places his mask over your head and laughs while running away

•he loves those quick kisses, just pressing a quick peck to your cheek and dashing

•if you’re female he loves calling you girlie, if you’re male he loves the pet name babyboy, if you don’t identify with either. Babydoll!

•fuck I love him sorry he’s so cute

•I feel like it’ll take him a while to open up to you,,,not saying he’s not honest, I’m just saying that he’ll avoid getting touchy feely with you for a while. He feels kinda strange about it at first.

•admittedly, he would love if you helped him figure out chopsticks

•his favorite date is fighting alongside you!! he thinks it’s so exciting and he always is admiring you, especially after the battle. You somehow are just so gorgeous, even after getting blown back by an abyss mage.

•he loves your smile. It makes his heart skip a beat or two whenever you flash a grin at him

•he’s very incessant with teasing, but nothing too serious. Just a few light jabs.

•dw dw, if anyone else but him teased you, it’s angery Childe

•he sticks photos (do those exist?) of you and him in his pocket, something to always look at

•I love traveling in Genshin impact,,,which means I’m gone for days. If you’re similar, expect him to welcome you with dozens of hugs and kisses when he sees you again

•writes you letters and always asks about your travels

•you know if we were in modern day he would probably have you as his wallpaper

•KSKSKS he’s my wallpaper

•probably gets upset when you don’t choose him to come for your travels

•”Why are you bringing Venti?”

•”I’m gonna get distracted if you come, Childe!”

• *grumpy Childe noises*

•venti’s sticking his tongue out at him LMAO

•only call him by his fr name when it’s serious, he really hates it when you call him Ajax?? Tartaglia?? (My research got mixed results im sorry) out of serious situations

•loves cooking his special dish for you!

•unless ur allergic to seafood please tell him in advance because he doesn’t know how to help you

•probably will do the Heimlik maneuver out of panic

•loves to spoil you

•his high position gets you a lot of exclusive things lol

•tbh it’s not really good to confront him at first when he’s upset

•his personality is usually pretty neutral around you, however he can really snap and hit heavy when he’s angry, so let him cool down and think for a minute or five days

•god he loves fighting with you, second best date under fighting alongside you

•you always can depend on him to have fun!