#anyway!! thanks so much for asking me i hope I didnt rant on for too long

[animeomegas]

Yes yes! That addition of supportive sasuke was so cute! And the endless cockblocking or embarassing itachi moments are just too good to think about 😌

I present to you possibilities swimming in ny head ヽ(〃´∀｀〃)ﾉ

Imagine sasuke mentioning how, in front of everyone, when itachi is in his nest he mainly cuddles with crush's scented clothing (Maybe it's normal for friends to lend their clothing to their omega friends).

Or

Im imagining alpha being super good with kids, maybe thats why they were able to get sasuke to like them. Baby sasuke only allowing his parents, itachi, and 'Itachi's soon but not too soon alpha' carry him 🥺

No wonder why itachi fell hard, they just take care of everyone so well 😤 (maybe other omegas fell hard to for the same reason, but thats for itachi to worry about not us 👀)

Or

some cute scenerios where alpha is hanging out with little sasuke one on one and it just makes Itachi's heart melt into goo

Sasuke: "Nii-san! Im home!"

Itachi: "Welcome home sasuke, where were you all this time? "

Excited Sasuke as he's toeing off his shoes: "Reader helped me train my fireball jutsu and we ate dango after!"

Itachi: "Ohh, thats wonderful ☺️"

Alpha patting sasuke's head: "Go on, wash your hands before eating dinner"

Alpha looking at Itachi: "Sorry, I should've told you he was going to be late via a crow or something, but it was pretty spontaneous on my part. I just ran into him while he was walking home."

Itachi: "It's alright... would you like to join us for dinner? Since you're here and all? Mother made soba. 😊"

Alpha: "I would be happy to, but I'm not the most hygenic right now, since i didnt get a chance to go home and clean up yet. Thanks anyway, maybe next time :)"

Itachi: "You can get cleaned up here, i can lend you stuff to wear."

Alpha: "Oh nice, thanks so much! Then I would love to join you all for dinner. I haven't spoken to your parents in a bit with all the long missions lately. Its nice to see you too itachi :D

Oh, and before I forget. Here. Some treats from the dango stand, for you and your parents, I made sure to get your favorite."

Itachi trying not to combust: "Thank you and... welcome home reader :)"

Alpha ☺️: "It's nice to be back~"

And if itachi slightly scents the clothing he lends alpha, thats for him to know and think about later.

When itachi and alpha finally get together, its a certified party of 3 inside the nest. Because why would sasuke sleep in his own room when the warmest and safest spot is between Itachi and his alpha! Only pg 13 things happening in this house!

Itachi can't do anything about it because rules are rules. You can't wake up two cute things from their nap, especially if they are huddled together. Its against the laws of the universe.

Anyway, sorry for my rant and I hope your arms get well soon!

Sasuke outing Itachi's nesting habits would be so funny! 🤭 Poor Itachi though, he didn't realise that his brother had noticed the prime position of his crush's hoodie in his nest. He contemplates banning Sasuke from his nest as a punishment, but he doesn't actually have the heart to follow through.

Itachi would definitely fall in love with a caregiver alpha though. Also, if they knew each other since children, Sasuke was a notoriously picky baby about who he let hold him, so being given the green light for alpha to hold him makes Itachi trust them a lot.

It's honestly so cute if Sasuke loves Itachi's crush, and it makes Itachi so happy to see! Even if happy Sasuke is just as much of a cockblock as angry Sasuke XD

Thank you for your ask, I loved it! And my arms are slowly getting back to normal <333

[vmpssd]

more bill brainrot since you're okay with it :) (i think so anyway)

now, I don't really know what scenario to place this in- maybe he's starting to warm up more (physically, emotionally??) or maybe he's helping around your home, I don't know man, D:

he's been really helpful recently, helping with the laundry scattered in the living room, helping to dust some cobwebs in more shaded areas, and other areas of housework.

you couldn't be more thankful for him being so good, lately. it just made your heart warm from seeing him being such a positive influence within you.

you hum whilst drying some dishes, drying them down with a towel while bill takes the dried plates and puts them away, finishing up with your cleaning and with bill putting the last plate away, you smile at him.

"thank you again billy, you've been such a good help, taking such a load off my back."

bill coughs. his yellow color turning red just underneath his eye like blush. his eye averts you, trying to brush it off.

"i'm so good aren't i? the best. you couldn't even think of someone better!"

"mhm, always the best, sweetheart. so good for mommy."

there's something about the way a shiver creeps all the way across bill's body that feels so unreal, even for him. there's a slight, glitched gasp that emits from him at the word 'mommy' that he doesn't seem to register the effect it also has on his body.

bill feels himself heating up considerably fast, a low whine floating through his (non-existent??) mouth. it's not long before you feel him attach himself closer to you, whispering (almost in embarassment) for you to keep talking, just, keep talking.

so you do. "awwh, mommy made you all flustered, billy? so cute. maybe there's a way to make you even more red than you are now."

bill won't admit this (atleast not in this very moment) but he can't deny the pleasure that soars through him that causes his legs to twitch and shake.

he's breathing really heavy now, his eye half-lidded and solely focused on you. watching the way you smile, how your lips curve, that sensual look in your eyes, the way how your body is positioned, just looking down at him like that. (he's in love with it, infatuated, even.)

so when you bend down, pick up his slightly trembling form, and start planting kisses all over him, smearing your lipstick across his body, he can't bring himself to formulate words. let alone a sentence.

he feels the way your lipstick-stained lips glide across his body, the whispers and promises you tell him, the swipe of your tongue and drag of your teeth over his more sensitive zones. oh-ho-ho, he's done for.

"what do you think, billy? should we go back to our room and finish this there? mommy has so much planned with you.."

bill has never made a deal so fast in his life.

(...AAAAAAAA IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD OR SOMETHING, I DIDNT REALLY KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS BUT I HOPE ITS OKAY TO READ IT!! LOVE YOUUU FOR LETTING ME RANT, LEMME KNOW IF ITS ANNOYING, THANK YOU!!)

NO ANON DW DON'T STOP TALKING AND YES IM OKAY WITH IT, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO HEAR YOUR IDEAS BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH IT TOO

YOU JUST GAVE ME A WHOLE FIC AND NOW I AM LOVING YOUR MIND. HIM HELPING US WITH HOUSE CHORES AND HOW IN CHARACTER THIS IS?

'aren't i the best' PROCEEDS TO BE A MESS WHEN WE CALL HIM SWEETHEART AND THANK HIM FOR EVERYTHING

I WOULD PUT ON LIPSTICK JUST TO KISS HIM UGGHHHH to see it on his body no matter the shape or if he's even human, im soooo down bad for him that i would do the triangle without hesitation

looking down at him, chuckling to myself to his whines and how each 'mommy' coming out of my lips gets cipher more worked up 😞😞 manifesting this

THE DRAG OF TEETH OHHHH YOURE COOKING ANON I DO HAVE SO MUCH TO DO TO HIM, NOT WRONG IN THAT

NOT BAD ANON YOUR WRITING IS MMHH GOOD, I ATE THIS ALL UP LIKE THE MOST DELICIOUS MEAL I HAD IN WEEKS BCZ NOT MANY PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THIS, I MYSELF NEVER SAW IT

not annoying also anon! you're welcome to come and rant in my asks whenever you want to!

[nothingtoseehere1-2-3]

hiiii :D

I went to a room for activity block today and we watched Demon Slayer on the big smart board lol

me and another girl from my spanish class were the only girls in there 😂

also I definitely wasnt ranting the entire time because I know TOO much- the teacher ended up questioning how I knew this much cause I was sitting next to her desk lol

The girl from my Spanish class said she didnt care about spoilers.. she made the mistake of telling me this and that triggered my endless rant 💀

anyway! How was your day lovely?? 💗

omg we are so similar!!!! I’ll be ranting about any anime at all and people are like “(name) you know there are things other than anime on the face of the earth” 😭😭😭

my day was good! my last day in Boston 🤭 heading home at around noon, it’s a 4 hour drive haha 😃 thanks for asking ml <333 hope your day is great too!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

Greetings mutual of mine, tis I, completing my duties as a mutual to randomly send you questions :D

I dare you… to rant about a character who deserved better GO

JJK MANGA SPOILERS FOR THIS ONE !!!! okay twinny twin im so sorry for the late response, but when i tell you this ask had me STUMPED. like i had no idea who to pick my mind went blank until i got it just recently JJK SPOILERS FOR THIS ONE !!!!

im gonna have to go for gojo on this one,, i dont mean to start a 'hate train' or something but i truly do HATE how the other charas acted around and talked about him,,like yeah--i know he was annoying and cocky to them, but if yuji could pick up how caring he was i'd assume maki n squad would be able to say something positive about him other than the standard "hes the strongest" blah blah bal WE GET IT. im not expecting them to pull up and give on exposé infront of the class about "what do you love most about gojo sensei ?" lol but c'mon, they way the constantly just kept shitting on him even to the end and like....no one even batted a single eyelash when he died ?? it makes me think like during his battle w sukuna they rlly did just send him out there hoping they didnt have to go fight, which i wouldnt blame them for cus WHO TF would wanna go fight sukuna,, but its like UUUUUGHHHH

ik jjk isnt rlly the typa manga to stick w grief for too long or dwell too long on misery bc it literally keeps happening sm you forget about it lol, but you can call down now the manga over bro😭 megumi's smile about gojo was sweet n all but like....anyone else ?? also hello shoko ??? idk i know shes like very loved i like her design too tho she never reaaaaallllyyy interested me and ik shes not the type to be sentimental, but we couldn't get one line ?? one mention ?? a passing comment ???? a TOMBSTONE??!!! i havent seen the final leaks yet tho, so this statement might change

other than him , id have to say my poor sleepy man nanami, the seen of him seeing all those cursed spirits at the train station still hits hard ESPESCIALLY in the anime.

also choso.........COME BACK MY LOVE I MISS YOUUUUU I MISS MY WIFEEEEEEE

ANYWAY, thanks for the ask, much luv, and super sorry for the late response twin :333

[dumb-duxky]

ngl, you are GOOD at traditional art!!! HOW??! but anyways uhhh THIS ASK HAS BEEN SPONSORED BY funkycrabturtle1035's TUMBLR PAGE!!!!!! plenty of art to discover and much much MORE (if you go to my strawpage and check out my old acc too) when you start following me, all you'll get is this: yeah that's it. MINI ME + my shared gratitude

but anyways have a nice day/night!! i've been crawling around on my floor and dragging myself by using my arms since my legs are lazy-ass and they cannot function properly

Lmao thank you, your drawing is super cute 😭 I hope your limbs function properly at some point trust 🤞 and to answer the thing about traditional art, it's because I've been drawing on paper for years[like, as a kid up till now], and never even tried digital art on a fr scale until recently [i thought you could only do it on a tablet or computer, and i have neither of those]☠️

Like I'm so bad it's not even funny ☠️ I tried ibispaint and I hated it, and my angry rant wasn't even warranted because I was messing around with the place I lost all my progress and I FOUND THE SAVE FILES??? WHY DIDNT ANYONE TELL ME I NEVER ACTUALLY LOST IT ALL 😭

Ain't no way I'm gen z and that bad with digital art 💀 and tbh I don't actually know how tumbler completely works either... [I'm 17 I'm supposed to be a pro with the internet 🪦][+this blog isn't my prime account ☠️]

Anyways thanks for the question! I keep scrolling up to look at your drawing it's actually so cute 😖

Goodnight! (It's 1 am but I ain't going to sleep yet 👍)

[psychokinetik]

hi.

im silver or venice. i use it/he pronouns. i am part of a system and physically disabled. i made this blog as a way to have a space of my own online outside of the other alters. im not sure what i'll post yet, but there likely will be a lot of reblogs of fanart from my introjection source, as well as me ranting, likely. my tagging system will be simple.

i like cybercore, frutiger aero, retro games, stuff like that. anything blue + white + liminal i probably enjoy it. im a big fan of liminal spaces in general, especially the clean, watery ones. water stuff in general is something i love looking at. (maybe too much fire in my memories, i dunno.) i like pastels, kidcore, and stuffed animals a lot as well, so ill probably reblog stuff related to that. as a warning though, i do like to talk about adult topics and engage with them. you may see posts about substances, religion, abuse, trauma, horror, etc, from me, because i am an adult and have a lot of issues.. so its easiest to just splat thoughts on a blog.

that being said, i hope to use this blog a lot! i want to have a space to just throw things at the wall without worry. i do block people very liberally and very often. the only thing i will ask is that devotee fetishists stay off my blog, even though i know dnis usually dont work.

minors are allowed to interact, but please block my 18+ tag.

white people are also allowed to interact, but please respect posts about my culture/experiences and do not derail.

ablebodied people are allowed to interact, but please do not use my physical disability posts as something to relate to.

i wish i didnt have to say that stuff but !! anyway, that's all.

thanks!

[illfoandillfie]

Im so sorry about the last ask i did, didnt mean to sound mean or that i demand you to write. Im hoping everything will go fine for you soon🙏🙏

Firstly, apologies if my response before was kinda harsh, I'd had to deal with some very annoying students that afternoon and was kinda at the end of my tether.

Thank you for apologising and clarifying the tone of the ask. I'm about to go on a little rant, please know that whilst your ask has precipitated this response, you are by no means the only person i'm talking to.

I love when you guys talk to me, and honestly i do kinda miss when this fandom was super active and everyone was always sending asks and stuff, it was heaps of fun. And I definitely love getting messages about how much you enjoy something i've written, it makes me very happy to know you like what I do or that you're looking forward to reading what i'm working on!

But I also think that sometimes it is easy to forget that we are not friends. I don't know you, I don't know what your sense of humour is like or the intention behind an ask. Even if we talked every day, the second you turn on anon, you are a random person that i have never interacted with. You wouldn't walk up to a stranger on the street and jokingly tell them to fuck off because they had a cat on their shirt and not a dog. That would be rude. If your fave author or artist was hanging out at a cafe you wouldnt approach them and badger them about how long their next project is taking. Again, that would be rude.

So why do you feel comfortable doing it to a stranger on the internet? Why is it suddenly okay to send messages that are demanding or mean or even at worst abusive to someone else online? Why does it become cute and quirky and just being silly when the message is going to another blog or instagram comments or whatever the case may be.

This is a conversation that I've seen a number of blogs with larger follower counts/blogs that post original fandom content having recently. It's also something that more and more celebrities and professional creators are acknowledging. And I think it's worth talking about here too. The people who create things are still people with full on lives that don't revolve around silly internet hobbies.

If I get a message calling me a bitch for writing an angsty fic then I have to decide if the ask was sent in good faith (ie joking on the internet) or not (just being an asshole). And if you're anon or someone I do not recognise from notes on my posts, I'm much more likely to assume the second. However, if you spend a bit longer crafting a message that tells me you enjoyed the fic even tho it made you sad, then i know you're not a dick! All it takes is thinking about what you're sending someone for more than 2 seconds! Write it, read it as if you have no context, and ask yourself if you sound like a dick. And if you do, rethink it.

Anyway, rant over. Thankfully I don't have this problem very often (party because i am not very consistent in my posting lmao) but this is worth keeping mind with every online interaction you have.

[bbina]

i fckng hate second chances with every fiber of my being and every living cell in my body. once its over, its over. if u fckd up IMMEDIATELY ✂️✂️✂️ i hate it when a characters get second chances after fckng it up real bad like NO U DO NOT DESERVE ANOTHER CHANCE AND OTHER MC ALSO DOES NOT DESERVE TO RISK GETTING HURT AGAIN

on the contrary tho, for btl, i do think yn should get another chance? is it another chance? well, wonbin didnt really give her a chance to explain herself, he went ahead of himself and created assumptions. and i know that every one says yn is the problem cus had she not offered the fake dating set up this wouldnt have happened BUT wonbin had no problem agreeing to it so....wouldnt really say yn is the root problem. the root problem is their lack of effective communication skills, emotional management/control and listening skills!!! wonbin im sorry but running away was a stupid af thing to do and i know ur hurt but u literally made assumptions after seeing 2ppl hug. babes ppl can hug platonically, believe me. thats all i have to say. *bows, drops mic and leaves stage*

im sorry for the sudden rant when this discourse was already over like a week ago i could not help it. ive been following u for a while but i am a silent reader and this is my first time sending an ask to anyone here in general. im so nervous. is my english okay? i swear i know proper punctuations but im too lazy to do it rn rip. i just want to say ive never been so invested in an eng au cus i usually read the ones in my native language cus THEM ANGST HIT DIFFERENT BRO anyway, i love ur writing sm <33 makes me wanna start writing again as well if it werent for my busy af shed (graduating student things). cant wait for the next updates ✨️🫶🫶

but the angst material is tew gewd don’t you think? second chances trope is nice and all if done right 🤪 maybe some groveling here and there and viola! perfection

most valid btl theory ive seen 😫 they’re both dumb 🤝 and did mistakes,, (yn made a bigger mistake tho) but point still stands

nah ur sudden rant about the week old discourse is perfectly okay. any rant about btl is 👌 cus im curious on how each person takes in the story and seeing a bunch of different reactions is what keeps me going 😫🤝 AND AGAIN IM HONORED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE YOU SENT AN ASK TO 🙏 your english is great!!!! thank you so much for reading!! and i hope whatever i put out or something makes u want to go back to writing 🙏 i myself is a graduating student too but i still find the time to insert my hobby which is this because i love it so much and its honestly my stress reliever (contrary to popular belief i write more eloquently when i’m either stressed or having a headache idek why lol maybe it gets my brain juice all worked up)

[dspdick]

okay. apparently ranting on tumblr is the way to go so here i am. on a rant about my bitchass college life.

first of all. my classmates. GOD. the people in my group would be fine if the guy that i considered a potential friend didn’t stop talking to me after i rejected him at a party. he was genuinely interested in me as a person and my interests and then he had to go and ruin it by taking rejection like a little bitch. i would’ve been fine with it IF HE IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIDNT START TALKING WITH ANOTHER GIRL THAT I GET ALONG WITH. AND STOPPED ANY FORM OF CONTACT WITH ME. motherfucker i’ll hunt you down for sport if you ignore me for the year and a half i’m going to be in that class.

then there’s the bitch in my group. OH MY GOD. you’re TWENTY YEARS OLD. TWENTY ONE I DONT CARE. and yet you behave like an edgy sixteen year old that just got tumblr?? “ooooh i’m so edgy all i do is complain and bitch and give people dirty looks.” i’m surprised you have friends, let alone roommates that didn’t let the carbon monoxide leak when they spent the night out and you slept alone. i hope you know i fucking hate you and the way you monopolize people is elementary school shit. which you seem to think you’re in anyways?? kids like you shouldn’t be reading the shitty ass tiktok books you keep recommending because of how hard the main characters fuck.

and the rest of my group keeps ignoring me lol. none of them wait for me to finish packing my shit and none of them talk with me out of college. oh wait they do. to ask me about homework. EVEN IF I DONT KNOW SHIT BECAUSE I KEEP SKIPPING CLASS. PAY ATTENTION IN THE LECTURES INSTEAD OF PLAYING SUDOKU.

and these people are the ones i spend most of my time with. because among the 20-something other students in my goddamned degree (yes. there’s 20-something of us in an entire undergrad. we used to be in the 30s but people kept dropping out for reasons ill touch on later). there’s one that keeps throwing ALUMINIUM WRAP BALLED UP. AT EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE. i can’t stand that bitch GOD i hope she drops out too.

my degree is a completely different subject. first off we have eight subjects this semester. EIGHT. we have more than any other degree in this fuckass university, and the workload is frankly ridiculous. i hope my professors aren’t aware that their subject isn’t the only one in the world because if they know the shit we have to do for other subjects and they keep sending us all the shit they do im killing them all and then myself. what the fuck do you mean the business professor keeps making us work as much as in development biology? ITS WORTH HALF THE CREDITS.

and my degree supervisor certainly doesn’t help. maam what do you mean we “can’t afford to have compromises and extracurriculars outside of college work”? kill yourself oh my god i’m paying 500€ a month (with my scholarship included!) to get an education not worked to the ground. i spend over ten hours in college when we have labs because for some reason we can’t have them just after classes to let us go home early like EVERYONE ELSE IN A SCIENCE DEGREE.

the worst part is that the people who organize the mandatory stuff for all students ignore the existence of labs. listen. i’m cool with having to do volunteer stuff. but don’t make me do 50 hours like everyone else because they don’t spend as much time IN THIS UGLY ASS UNIVERSITY. also can we at least have more smoking-allowed points in campus if you’re going to keep exploiting us? i’d like to be able to cope unhealthily with everything else in my life like the adult i am please and thank you.

and this is as far as i’m going because it’s getting long. i’d be surprised if anyone read as far as this so if you did thank you please like comment n subscribe for more rage-fueled content

[solarwoniii]

hi Lynn!!

SORRY for deactivating suddenly (again) :( just wanted to say thanks for being the best oomf I could ask for <3 you're genuinely so sweet and funny, I wish nothing but the best for you! I love you so so much and will always think highly of you!! I'll miss you and your amazing works a lot

-love, Miyuki

SROP MIYU YOURE SO SWEET I LOVE YOU :((( i miss u sm honestly tumblrs been so boring without you,,

IM STAYING!!! istg i went through the seven stages of grief last night and then talked to uni boy abt it bc i didnt know what to do and he FINALLY slapped some sense into me and told me that i shouldnt just give up on something that i love (ugh screw him hes too sweet),, i think what made me ant to quit was all the pressure tbh.. my inbox was always so full and i always got sm support on my works so it constantly made me feel bad that i was flaking all the time and not posting the things i had promised to post BUT IVE FINALLY REALISED THAT I DONT OWE ANYONE ANYTHING AND I DONT NEED TO FEEL GUILTY!!!

anyways i didnt mean to rant holy shit I LOVE U BAE 💗 i miss seeing your posts on my feed everyday and i hope i get to see you back on here again at some point (but ofc no pressure this platform is shit i get it if u never want to return), please take care of yourself ml 💟💟

[akiraarabella]

Does everybody have these kind of people around them as well?

I am a person that can be happy with things that people see as "ordinary" Or "not that special" Like the wind, the trees, the rain, world itself with every little thing it has. And I am fascinated especially by music, books and movies! So when I listen, read or watch any of those and REALLY love it, I wanna share with people. But when I do, they make me wish I never did. For example I watched a movie that one of our teachers suggested us to watch so we could talk about it in class and it was a beautiful movie with so many meaningful scenes/dialogues and I was IN LOVE with it. So naturally I was SO EXCITED when this one person asked me about a scene in the movie that I put on my story!!! So before explaining the scene I wanted them to watch the full scene so I opened it and showed them (the video was like a minute and 30secs or smth). After watching it, they started to question every little unrelated thing that they could possibly find about what the character in the scene was saying. Its like THEY DIDNT EVEN LISTEN TO WHAT THE CHARACTER SAID IN THE FIRST PLACE, and kept asking irrelevant and ridiculous questions which just made me feel really disappointed. I was so excited to share my takes and opinions about this movie and got really excited all for them to not even listen to me OR the character. It just breaks my heart, like what is the reason? Why would you want to act this way? I'm afraid I will never understand. Same thing happens with so many other things ESPECIALLY with books and ANIME, people ask things only to listen to themselves and go on with their merry day. If you dont care then dont ask. I'm sorry this became a rant so quick but I just wanted to share this and see if there's anyone else that might be having not same but at least similar experiences so that I would know that I'm not alone. One last thing before I end the ranting, I hate when the only things I enjoy are violated by other people just so they can "joke around" And never once even think about that maybe and just MAYBE that these things are what keeps the person in front of them, like me, alive. If it weren't for music and books, I would not be here today. They are what gives me hope and comfort, maybe this feels like I'm overreacting but when something is so precious to you, so much so that it is your reason to live, you would defend it no matter what. And that thing for me is music and books... And writing too... it helps me calm down which is why I started to write about the rant in the first place but ANYWAYS Thank you for reading to my ranting and I'm sorry if I took so much of your time. Have a nice day, and stay safe!

[mttyswhre]

My Roman Empire will always be how whenever I get excited for something, it falls through. Dude, we had this whole thing planned out and we both fucked it up. My mom and I were going to rent a car for Christmas so we can drive it far away to my aunt's house because our cars suck. I waited for too long because I wasn't even sure if I was going to have to work or not. #sad #rant

She called this morning and got the $500 cleared and everything. I thought they'd only put $400 hold and then we pay for the reservation after like because they'd make sure that the car was okay and I don't have to pay more?? So I did the $500 to give us buffer room. but no, they needed the price of the rental car and the $400 deposit.

We were there at 11:40 and they closed at 12. I told mom to do the pick up at 10:00 in case we ran in to any problems and ofc she didn't. If we had the two hours we would've been able to deposit more money and then split the payment between a debit card and a credit card. I didn't have my debit card on me but I had the money in my account but the money was meant for tmobile that they didnt take out yet. so I could've used the money I had for my phone bill but I didn't have my debit card on me. So theres another loss.. Another loss is that if we had more time to go deposit cash from our emergency funds(cash at home) to make a payment we could've done that and split the payment.

Not doing enough research about how much money would be taken out

Waiting too long to make my payment bc idk what the plan was

Waiting too long to make the reservation

Not paying enough money on the credit card

Not doing enough research over all

We showed up too late to pick up the car, we would've had more time to make deposits or move money around

I should've had my debit cards and cash on me

I went in to it knowing we'd be turned down, my mindset was wrong

I should've turned back and got my debit card. I should've gone back and got my debit card.

I didn't ask if they take apple pay, I could've used my phone bill $

It's just very interesting to me, even down to the last detail of having the $270 but it being memo'ed out for my phone bill. Robbing Peter to pay Paul type of thing. I'm angry, I'm so angry at myself and I just want to turn it around and push it on my family. I just want them to help me so bad but they owe me nothing. They have no reason to help me. But I just want it.

Me and my mom are two grown women, we know when Christmas is, we knew what the plan wanted to be. Why did I wait so long to make the payment? Why didn't I save up more money? There's no excuse, it's our fault. My mom and I aren't a team, we didn't talk about this rental or do any of it together or talked about it. It was all so fucked up.

We had the money we just didn't pay the credit card bill enough. Then like I had the money in my checking account but I couldn't just pay the bill because it wouldn't have cleared right away anyway. Whatever, I could sit literally sit here a talk about it all day. I could literally sit here and write about this all day. Every minute detail and what we did and how I yelled at my mom. like... i am going to be thinking about it all day. I hope not. Me writing this all out will help me forget about it and please god please can we be busy at work. please. I need to work and keep busy.

God, I really did want to see my family but now that this didn't work out and I know they don't want to help us anyway I just want Christmas to be over. Like, it's a reminder or how much my family doesn't actually care about me. If I had a nuclear family they would care about me, my mom cares about me very much and if I had a sister she'd be on my side and my dad if I had one... but cousins and aunts are different. And they're so lucky, they have multiple kids and multiple incomes and money is so easy for them. If I had money I wouldn't be reminded of these pathetic moments where I have nobody to help me. No safety net, nothing to fall back on. I don't even need money per say, I could use like a ride or like to borrow a car (ID PAY OBVIOUSLY) but I don't have strong relationships with people. I'd never let anyone borrow my car. I'd let my mom lol.

I wish my cousin would offer to meet us half way. I wish my aunt would offer to do something. I just would love to feel cared about yk. One time when I needed to get my car fixed my ex gave me $300 ad I remember sobbing because nobody has ever helped me like that before.

I'm not close with people, I don't let them in, I'm scared of them and it turns in to jealousy and hatred. My friends are like gold, they offer me endless security and love and light but they're not millionaires lmao. They're not established adults. and it's funny because Lauren is an established adult but I don't think she'd spit down my throat if my ass was on fire ykwim lmaooooooo I'm so serious. But literally all my other friends are financially where I'm at and I know for a fact that if they had it like that they'd share it like that. I do really believe that.

It's so hard to not have that rock hard solid safety net of a family. I would love to sit here and be like oh it's because my mom missed work because she was sick and we got behind on money. Okay we got $1500 from my mom's """"benefit""" that went towards bills and Christmas and we have most of it still saved. But that wouldn't have helped me today with the rental car situation because we didn't have time to make any depsoits or move money. ( I should've had my dbc on me and used my phone bill money)

I pay my bills, my bills are paid. I am not behind on one bill. I am able to pay my bills without going in to debt and I have more than $800 in cash at my house saved for an emergency. I'm doing fine.

This fucking rental car thing is just so fucking triggering dude. It makes me feel poor, it makes me feel like I have nothing, I am good for nothing, I can't accomplish one fucking thing. I AM REEEEEEELING BRO. I AM GEEKED. I AM SO MAD. I AM LIKE SO ANGRY. I CRY AS I WRITE THIS. god fuck, how stupid can I be? I had one job... I had one fucking job, dude. This is like making me feel like I can't accomplish anything, therefore I am worthless, therefore nobody has any reason to fucking love me or care about me or even like, look at me.

Why would I risk my mom's car to hang out with people who don't care if I'm there or not tho yk DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

If it was up to me I would just stay home. Final answer. Stay home. I did not give renting a car my best shot BUT I did try, I gave it a good ole college try. For whatever reason I fumbled the ball and it wasn't meant to be. As I write this, i still don't know what we're going to do, the only reason we'll end up still going is because I don't want my mom to be extra sad because of nana. So I'll get to go sit on my cousin's couch on my phone in silence until it gets dark enough for us to finally leave.

Now that this happened and I'm reminded of how much they don't actually care if we're there or not- I'm over it. Skip to December 26th and keep it pushing so I can spend New Years at home, too. I have a small family (me and one other person) lmaoooo. Stop idc at least I love her with all my heart. It's moments like this I'm reminded I need to financially get my shit together for when I'm ACTUALLY on my own. Life is so weird and I'm so privileged I don't have to put myself in uncomfortable situations just to survive. I'm lucky I'm able to go and make money for myself and my family. Life day to day is so tolerable. This world is wicked and there's no time for rest.

My life in particular is so lonely because I refuse to let anyone in. That's a topic for another day.

What triggered me the most today was feeling abandoned by my family and like they don't care about me. It hurts because I know no one will even offer to like meet us halfway or something and pick us up. And my mom's mom just died!!! Like brooooo if not for me, then for her. Oh god, we're going to have to go. Fuck my life. Ew, I don't want to go, I am so fucking angry with those people. I hate them and they're little privileged set up. A fucking five income household, brody. Imagine living like that. Okay seven people in a house is literally my own personal hell but at least I'd have enough extra cash to save up for my own place ok!!!! DAMN even if they needed a ride home from the mechanic it would be so easy to get a ride. DAMN imagine having people at your disposal like that. damn. I'm jealous, I'm hateful. I want to, like... not go. I don't want to go now. I don't want to see them I am so angry brooooo.

Idk if the noise, yelling, drama, gossip, opinions, prying eyes, judgement and side-picking is worth the stability. BUT IT"S NOT LIKE I ACTUALLY HAVE PEACE OF MIND NOW!!! Everyone has a struggle. Everyone has a struggle. Trust your struggle, Ash. Learn to let people in and not be so jealous and hateful, you fucking hater lmao. who are you to talk you can't even rent a car

I'm thankful I have my mom. I'm thankful I have good friends I will text on Christmas, friends I can always emotionally rely on.

[unreadpoppy]

i don't know about others, but i like your writing, we all have our moments of self doubt, but that doesn't mean we are bad at the things we do, we usually tend to be too severe with the things we ourselves do in ways we would never be with others, there is quite the chance, that if you had read what you had written, but didnt know it was you, you would have liked it (i am an awkward person and i am not good with words, so sorry for that XD

also, i hope that you feel better soon, and if you need to take a break from writing, then take it, please cherish your mental health!

Thansk anon I really appreciate it ❤️

I'm gonna rant here for a bit but basically I'm in this big group project for university and in this project we did a short film and there's written part, which is basically an academic essay that is required. We have had this big project before and the essay portion is always required and I've literally been part of the writing team (against my will) in ALL projects, and from early on I said i had not wanted to write this shit again but because we were working with an even smaller group and I got lowkey accused of "doing nothing" in the project, I ended up writing the damn paper.

The thing is, I was pretty much the ONLY person in the group writing the essay, which is about value afro-brazilian culture, and that is a hard topic for me to write about because I'm literally the whitest person in the whole group and i have very little contact to that aspect of brazilian culture due to my upbringing.

But i wrote it anyways, I researched, and every single time I asked for help from the other people in my group (and especially from the people who were black and had more contact with their culture) I got told "we're already doing too much, we can't help you" or "I don't know how to write this." And yes I got irritated because this part of the project is literally worth more points than the short filme but I let it go because yeah doing the film would be complicated and I had HOPED that once they were done with filming, the rest of the group, which now would be doing nothing, would help me with the writing.

And like... only 1 person helped after the filming was done and I still helped them a lot. And btw, everything that I'm saying here were things that I had communicated with the teacher, so he was aware of the struggle I had while writing that paper and he reassured me.

Well, tomorrow is the deadline and I woke today thinking well there's only two more thing to be written and then it'll be done but the teacher read the essay again and then sent a 3 minute voice message talking about all the parts of the essay that needed to be changed and that it still needed to be better and that if we were to turn it in right now, we would get a low grade. He also said like "you guys can't throw everything on Brenda's back, everyone needs to work on this" but still my heart fucking broke with what he said because since i'm the one who did 99% of thw writing, if we get a low grade it's on me because even when everyone KNEW we had to finish this by tomorrow, they prioritized things that were irrelevant to out grade and our project.

And I'm just so frustrated with this whole damn thing, I got blue screen after all the teacher said and began to cry because I have no idea what the fuck to do or how to fix this. At the very fucking least, the other people in the group finally decided to go write something and I already told them that I'm in no place of mind to be working on this shit right now.

Sorry this is too much anon but I haven't talked about this here before so this is the reason i've been so fucking stressed since september.

Once again, thank you anon

[karoochui]

Hello there Mika!! Your art is huge inspiration to me and I love it so much words can't explain it, I absolutely love your sketches, doodles, full art pieces, whatever you make I absolutely adore. Sorry for blabbing but just wanted to ask about things you really hate about sskk, like what the fandom does with the ship that you dislike?😭 Take care of yourself drink some water!💜💫

TW for sa mention!! Sorry but i ramble a bit here so im gonna add a cut!! (Plus the tw) Take care of yourself too and ill get some water right now actually😋

Okay firstly!! Hello!! Thank you so much!! And no worries no need to apologize its very sweet of you im so glad you like my art i really do appreciate it!! Thank you!

And its hard for me to say exactly? Im still very much into bsd but ive been distant with the fandom for a little while now BUT!! From what i remember what i usually didnt like was when people would make them so..two dimensional kinda?? BSD has pretty morally complicated characters and it was really weird when people would flatten sskk's personalities down to just some ship dynamic bc they are SOOO much more complicated than that. And thats just as INDIVIDUALS!! Even when considering them together theres a lot to think about when it comes down to their functionality, whether or not its viewed as romantic or platonic. And of course youre always gonna have those people who just water down any mlm ship into some weird dynamic that doesn't even fit the character's relationship which is just obviously Not Great.

And then as far as the characters individually i feel like a lot of people baby atsushi its really odd. Like that man has gone through some shit he is GROWNNN. I think its because hes the "softer" one out if the two or whatever. Which yeah he's nicer, its made clear akutagawa isn't a great person but atsushi isnt the exact opposite of akutagawa or the "softer" one. They're narrative foils of eachother, they mirror many of the other's character traits and atsushi has also done some Not Super Stellar shit. Do i think most of it was within reason? A little, considering what hes been through and exactly what he did. I do think he is the better person between the both of them - and i feel like thats also proven - but he is by NO means "innocent" or anything weird like that.

Then for akutagawa its really only that weird sa headcannon that originated from something he said in Beast (i can't remember exactly what, but i remember thinking it was NOT enough to warrant a hc like that. I remember that much). And as someone who's been through that a couple times i think its one thing if its some way to help someone cope or feel more seen (more specifically it isnt my business to cast judgement -unless it hurts them or someone else- and im no therapist), but i have seen people apply the headcannon simply because they say its "implied" or it "makes sense". Which, once again, as someone who's gone through that i think thats just. Weird. I dont like it. I personally try to stay away from any talk about it at all from anyone.

I also don't like when people make it seems like Atsushi has to save Akutagawa or something like hes some knight in shining moral armor. Its much more complicated than that and I could go further into this but it would be a whole rant about their characters and dynamic and itd go on FOREVER. So im just gonna say that akutagawa is also a grown man and knows well enough what hes doing with himself, even if its unhealthy (not that Atsushi is any better but lets be real no one is this show really is) and he wouldn't listen to atsushi if he didnt want to anyway. This part is really just personal opinion though, and i don't cast hard judgement on people who see them that way. Im not the type to care enough.

So yeah i guess it wasn't really hard to say at all LMFAO but otherwise i dont think ive had any other issues abt it?? I dont pay much attention to things i don't like anyway so im not easily bothered lol

But i hope this answered your question!! Plz lmk if i missed or misinterpreted something!! It was nice to talk about BSD again anyway though, ive missed it.

[lycanthrology]

2 and 4?

2) What themes do your bad dreams usually have?

I find actually getting to sleep really hard as I get flashes of phobia-inducing images in my mind when I try to relax. But when I do manage it, running is a big theme. Either running after something/someone or being chased. Sometimes falling but not as much. Usually my bad dreams start with me wanting to know something desperately (it could be a random fact or statistic or something more personal) then as I try to find it out I can feel things following me or staring at me. Just as I find it out or get caught, I wake up. Wild.

4) What genre of horror is your favourite?

I haven’t actually consumed much horror media. I mean, I’ve read horror and I’ve listened to a few horror podcasts that I love but I’ve never really watched horror movies or series (other than the BBC Dracula series that came out at New Years but we don’t talk about that) because I ‘scare too easily’. I really don’t like jumpscares and too much bloody violence as it makes me feel kinda bored and a little ill. I really enjoy horror but that makes it less accessible to me, if you get that? I’m way more comfortable reading or listening to horror than watching it as I feel way more in control of the content, even if I’m not.

Anyway! I’m not sure if it’s classed as a genre but I love love love Eldritch Location stories. If the environment could be classed as a separate character that hates the protagonists and causes problems then I’ll automatically love it. Things like I am in Eskew, Harrow Lake, The Haunting of Hill House, Lacrimore, the Carving Bones, Welcome to Night Vale and the early season 5 episodes of The Magnus Archives really hits those notes well. Please tell me if you have any recommendations!

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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ʚ Naoya Zen'in x chubby fem reader ɞ

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3 ♥︎ Part 4 ♥︎ Part 5

❥ Word Count: 11.1k

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, bullying, fatphobia, sexism, misogyny, Naoya being Naoya, smut, noncon, dubcon, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, breeding kink, babytrapping

❥ A/N: omgggggg im so tireddddd. Thank yall so much for being so patient with me. I hope this disgustingly long chapter/part will make up for the time you spent waiting. Full disclosure, i didn't fully beta read this so there very well may be mistakes and i apologize for that but also i refuse to keep working on this part i want it DONE already!! Anyways enjoy sksksk

Naoya: hey

Naoya: im sorry i said all that in front of you. i really didnt mean it

Naoya: can we talk?

Naoya: hello?

Naoya: are you just gonna ignore me?

Naoya: ik your getting my texts, i can see that you read them

Naoya: cmon baby dont be like that :(

Naoya: i promise i didnt mean it babe lets just talk

That was the last message you received from Naoya before you mustered up the courage to block his number. You had to rub your eyes and blink a few times to find the block button, sniffling once the deed was done. You took a screenshot of his messages—you had to share them with your friends when you ranted about him later—and promptly deleted all traces of him from your phone.

You turned your music back on, tossing your phone back on the bed and letting the vocals drown out your muddled thoughts. Despite your eyes being swollen and sore, you still felt the tears well up as you listened to the song’s lyrics. It hurt listening and relating to the song in question, but you needed to do this. The longer you held back your feelings, the worse off you would be. It was better to cry until you felt numb and move on with your life.

You felt so stupid though. You’d spent so many nights thinking about your neighbor, recounting the sex you had just hours before, playing over every action and wondering if there was a deeper meaning. A part of you hated the notion that he could feel something more for you, but… but another part of you ached for it. Maybe you were just desperate and were looking for any excuse to latch onto someone showing a pattern of interest in you. Maybe you really were as pathetic as Naoya made you out to be. Why else would you hope that a sexist, misogynistic asshole like him would feel something for you?

So much for drowning out your thoughts.

Your phone lit up against the comforter and you instinctively picked it up to check who it was. You still feared that Naoya would be able to contact you somehow, but luckily it was just your friend responding to your text.

Bestie 🥺💕: Wait he did WHAT

Bestie 🥺💕: Do you need me to come beat him up bc I’m fully prepared to kill him

Bestie 🥺💕: Like I get that yall aint dating or whatever but wtf

Bestie 🥺💕: WAIT do you want me to castrate him? I shadowed a vet one time and saw it done on a dog so i’m pretty confident I can do it to a human too sksksks

You couldn’t stop a laugh from slipping out of you, your lips curling into a weak smile as you sent a discouraging reply, asking them if you could come over for takeout and a glass of wine. You felt your spirits start to lift when they enthusiastically replied, mentioning a movie you hadn’t heard of and offering to cheer you up. You took their offer immediately, not thinking twice as you jumped up from bed and shimmied out of your sundress, slipping on the nearest pair of shorts and oversized t-shirt you could find.

You didn’t bother checking if Naoya was outside as you bolted past his door and down the stairs, running out to the parking lot in your flip flops, your bag bouncing against your side as you reached your car. You rushed to get inside, speeding out of the parking lot as soon as you could. You had a burst of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you got onto the road, your sadness soon replacing with rage as you turned up the radio.

Fuck him, you thought bitterly, gripping the steering wheel a bit too tight. He can go die in a hole for all I care.

Four days. That’s how long it had been since Naoya had spoken to or even seen you. Over the past few months, the two of you had grown into the habit of conversing at least every other day—either hooking up or just exchanging a word or two. But this, this new change of pace: it was making him antsy, uncomfortable. He hated it. He wanted to punch someone, but what’s worse is that he wanted your attention more.

Even now, as he stared down at his black phone screen, he wondered if you would text. He had spent far too much time checking his notifications for something, any kind of sign that you were acknowledging him, and he felt fucking pathetic for it. Jesus, he had stooped so low as to stalk your social media accounts to see if you were miserable without him. Why did he want you to be miserable without him—

“Mr. Zen’in.” Naoya blinked, glancing up to meet his professor’s stern gaze. He sheepishly cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks burn when he heard a handful of stifled giggles behind him.

“Yes, sir?”

“You seem very invested in your phone. Anything interesting you’d like to share with the class?”

Fuckin’ nosey geezer, Naoya thought with a sigh, sitting up straighter.

“Yeah, um… my dad was admitted to the hospital. I’m just… really worried about him right now.”

It took everything in his power not to break character as the mood shifted in the classroom, the professor’s defensive look soon melting into one of concern.

“The hospital? Did this happen just now?”

“No, um… he was admitted last night but he’s still in critical care. He told me not to worry and to come to class but… I can’t help but be concerned.”

He bit his cheek when he heard a girl or two ‘aw’ at his performance. Perhaps, if this was a few months ago, he would’ve been ecstatic to know that the few girls in his business course were fawning over him, but things were different now. His priority was getting out of this classroom asap. Naoya looked back at the professor once he sighed.

“I’m sorry for your predicament, Mr. Zen’in, but I don’t allow disruptions in my class. I’ll allow you to leave for the day, but you’ll have to get notes from one of your classmates.” Naoya nodded, hurriedly grabbing his things and stuffing them in his backpack.

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” He dashed out of the room without another word, zipping up his bag as he darted down the hall and out of the lecture building. He ran a bit too fast to his car, ignoring the curious stares sent his way as he trotted to a stop. He left the parking lot quickly, racing down the road and to his apartment. If his assumption was correct, you would be coming home from work by now and, if he was lucky, he might be able to meet you by the front door and try to talk—

Why do you care so much?

Naoya relaxed his foot on the gas pedal, pondering the question as he turned onto his street. He honestly didn’t have an answer. He truly didn’t know if he considered this behavior as evidence that he cared for you. If anything, he was just pissed off and frustrated that you were avoiding him like the plague. He needed an explanation, some type of closure so he could—

Wait, closure? Closure for what exactly? For a sexual relationship? Seems pretty sad to need closure from someone, especially a woman of all people.

Naoya flexed his hand on the steering wheel as he turned into the parking lot of his apartment. He continued to ponder the way he felt, but all those confusing emotions faded once he saw a hulking figure pulling something out of your car. He parked beside your vehicle quickly, glaring at Toji as he grabbed his bag and stepped out.

“The hell you doing?” Toji glanced up at Naoya before continuing what he was doing, not paying him any mind as he picked something up out of the trunk of your car. “Hello?” Naoya asked with an impatient snarl. Toji grunted as he stood up, revealing the several trays of canned goods he was holding.

“I’m just helpin’ out a lil lady. Ain’t nothin’ to worry about.”

“Huh?” Naoya moved around his car to look into the back of yours, seeing several reusable bags filled with groceries. He blinked, looking back at Toji, frowning when he transferred the canned goods to one arm while he picked up a bag and slung it over his shoulder. “You’re helping Y/N take in groceries?”

“Yep,” Toji huffed, moving the cans to his opposite arm just to pick up another bag. “Got home right when she did and saw all the stuff she got, so I thought I might as well give her a hand.”

“She’s not helpless,” Naoya grumbled, his hand tightening around the strap of his backpack, eyes skimming over the food you bought, curiosity eating away at him.

“Course not, but ain’t you the one who’s always whining about girls doin’ shit that a man should do?” Naoya frowned, cheeks burning under his cousin’s sharp gaze. “Well, guess what? Carrying in groceries is part of the man’s job. So why dontcha prove you’re a real man and grab the last of those bags for me?”

Fucking asshole, Naoya thought, but he still did as his cousin said and picked up the last three bags in the trunk. He pushed the lid down, making sure it clicked shut before he looked back at Toji. His cousin gave him a smile, nodding as he turned and walked to the front door of the building.

“Now get yer keycard ready. I don’t wanna carry this longer than I have to.”

You put the last of your frozen goods in the freezer before shutting the door, folding your cloth bag and placing it on the counter.

Okay, just three more trips to go, you thought with a sigh, already tired as you grabbed your keys and walked out of the apartment. You were fully prepared to trot back down the stairs to your car and get the canned goods next. It would be better to get the heavier stuff out of the way so you weren’t exhausted by the end—

You paused, furrowing your brow as you saw Toji reach your floor, carrying groceries that looked suspiciously like yours. After a moment or two of inspection, you confirmed that yes, they were your groceries.

“Oh, Mr. Toji, you really didn’t have to do that—”

“Who’s this ‘mister Toji’? You don’t gotta be formal with me, sweetheart, and I don’t mind helpin’ out.” He took several long strides to meet up with you, gazing down at you like you were a poor little mouse that had snuck into his room. “It’s always a pleasure to help lil beauties like you.” You let out a nervous giggle, praying that your embarrassment wasn’t noticeable as you played with your fingers.

“You flatter me.”

“I’m just bein’ honest.”

“Are you done flirting yet, or am I gonna have to carry this shit all day?” You whipped your head around, frowning when your eyes fell on Naoya and his usual scowl, but you didn’t grant him with the same in return. If anything, you looked right through him, as if he wasn’t there at all, barely processing when his angry gaze faltered and turned into disappointment.

“Actually, sure, how about you stand there for the next four hours and hold those bags straight out at shoulder height? It’d do you some good to gain some muscle.” You snorted slightly, covering your mouth and turning away, slipping past Toji and back to your apartment. Naoya’s face burned, his frown deepening as Toji smirked back at him.

“I work out enough. I don’t need your help,” he grumbled, trudging to meet up Toji as he followed you into your home.

“You sure about that? You’re lookin’ a lil scrawny to me. How much can you bench press?” Toji asked, placing the multitude of canned goods on your counter as well as the bags he was carrying.

“None of your business,” he snarled, putting his bags on the counter before glancing around your apartment. He’d never been to your place before—he had never bothered—but he found it very comfortable now that he was here. The furniture and decorations seemed to fit your personality, and he was a bit annoyed that he hadn’t suggested fucking at your place before you started hating him again.

“Ah, see? Sounds like you can’t lift for shit, dude.” Naoya rolled his eyes, turning back to his cousin with crossed arms, his gaze falling on you as you started pulling items out of your grocery bags. Toji followed his eyes, smirking as he looked back at him. “Look, I know you don’t see the point in lifting as much as me but think of it this way. If you can lift more, then you can pick up any pretty girls you like! Y/N, can I borrow you for a sec?”

“Hm?” you hummed, barely listening as you looked up at Toji. He held his hand out towards you, beckoning you to come closer. You furrowed your brow, taking a few steps towards him, gasping when his arm went around your waist.

“Watch and learn, dude.”

“Wait—” Toji leaned down, locked his arms under your ass and lifted you up without another word, causing you to yelp in surprise. You glanced around, legs kicking anxiously. “Don’t! Put me down; I’m too heavy!”

“Aw, you’re wounding my pride here, doll. I’m stronger than I look.” He tucked one forearm further underneath you, pulling the other one out and keeping you held up. “See? Ain’t nothin to worry about. You’re safe with me.”

Naoya couldn’t take it. Looking at the blatant flirtation happening in front of him made him want to vomit. He couldn’t stand to see his cousin flirting with whatever girl showed up in front of him, and with youno less. He pushed himself away from the counter, readjusting his backpack before giving one more dirty look and walking past the two of you.

“I’m going to study. Don’t be loud. I don’t wanna hear my neighbor whoring herself out to any guy who gives her attention.”

“Hey—”

Naoya slammed your door shut behind him, cutting off Toji’s sentence. He stomped to his apartment, hands shaking as he fumbled with his keys. It took him a moment to unlock it but once he did he rushed inside and shut the door hard. He rushed to his bedroom, closing and locking his door before dropping his bag. He shuffled to his bed, not bothering to kick off his shoes as he climbed on top. He grabbed his pillow, balling the cushion in his fists before bringing it to his face, screaming into it. He held onto the sound for as long as his lungs would allow, letting his throat burn as he reached his breaking point. He pulled it down a few minutes later, gulping down a breath and letting it free before punching the pillow into the bed. He grit his teeth as he slammed his fist down over and over, wishing he could feel the skin of his knuckles break, crimson pooling into his palm. He received no satisfaction for his bloodlust, but he did burn off a bit of the adrenaline pumping through him. He felt his throat close up the longer he hunched over his bed, chest heaving, eyes burning as tears began to well. He hated this. He hated his cousin, he hated you, he hated hated hated it to the point where he would rather take a sledgehammer to his knees than continue to go through this. How much longer was Toji supposed to be here? At least three, no more than ten days? It felt like an eternity already.

He slumped down to his sheets, unwilling to cry.

Naoya had never slept with so many different women in one week. Well, maybe during spring break, but definitely not during the school year, and definitely not within the last year or two. He had turned into an animalthe last few days, contacting random women he matched with on Tinder so he could find some sort of relief for the constant migraine he’d developed. He didn’t bother with courting, he didn’t even remember their names: he just needed a warm wet hole to let out his frustration on. Luckily, he was blessed with charm and good looks, so it wasn’t hard to find women who were willing to let him have his way with them.

He didn’t notice at first, but he’d been going after fat girls more. He blamed it on you: it was your fault for affecting his appetite in women, making him prefer softer, rounder girls who keened at the slightest touch. It wasn’t the same for some reason—why was it that their bodies weren’t as satisfying to the touch as yours?—but it did the trick, and he’d had at least one girl per day for the last few days.

He never took them to his apartment. The last thing he needed was to hear you and Toji bonding on the other side of his thin wall, your giggles ringing in his ears. All it would do is take him out of the experience—or worse, turn him on even more. He was already struggling to accept that you were essentially ignoring his existence at this point, but now he was trying to fill in your role with other thick girls.

They were never as good as you, their pussies never as wet or tight or as greedy for his cock. He found himself thinking about you even in the middle of fucking the life out of his toy for the day, her high-pitched moans riddled with pleas for him to slow down and have mercy, spurring him on more. He actually grunted your name as he came on one woman, merely rolling his eyes when she started crying as he got himself dressed. He didn’t think much of it, just blamed it on the fact that your name had been on his lips for so long. Old habits die hard, ya know?

But regardless of how much pussy he got—regardless of how good they felt or how satisfied he was with the entire interaction—his mind still wandered back to you. It wasn’t fair; you didn’t matter at this point. You weren’t fucking him so you had no use to him now, so why was he still thinking about you? Why did he still check his phone expecting you to text and beg him to come back, to forgive you for your behavior and give you another chance?

No, it wasn’t going to happen like that. He knew that he was technically the one at fault here—he was the one who insulted you when all you had done is show up in front of his door wearing a sundress and holding brownies—but what did you expect him to do in that situation? He couldn’t just admit in front of his cousin that you two were hooking up. He had a reputation to uphold, and the last thing he needed was his stupid disowned family member to start spreading rumors and making him look bad. What if his dad found out? What if his friends found out? He would rather have you hate him than be teased for fucking the same fat girl on a regular basis.

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, about the heartbroken look you gave when he insulted you for the first time in months. It made his stomach twist uncomfortably, and he wished you would just forget it all happened so he wouldn’t feel so shitty anymore. Maybe then he could sleep soundly without dreaming about you almost nightly.

“You look like shit, bro.” Naoya sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he kept walking ahead of his “friends” (could he even call them that? All they really liked him for was his money).

“Have you been sleeping okay? You look tired.”

“Why don’t you two mind your goddamn business?” he snarled, his strides getting longer as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Oooo, someone’s mad.”

“Bet he hasn’t had sex in weeks—”

“For your information,” he snapped, glaring to the man on his right, “I’ve been getting more pussy than yall have seen in your life.”

“Okay?” one man snickered. “Then why are you so bitter? You act like you just got dumped.”

“Fuck you—”

“Jesus! What is your problem dude? It’s Friday: shouldn’t you at least be happy about that? C’mon, let’s go get a few drinks, pick up a couple chicks and—”

“I’m going home,” Naoya interrupted as he suddenly turned towards the exit doors of the building. “I’ve got a project coming up. Wanna make an outline before tomorrow.”

“Yeah right,” called out one friend as Naoya walked through the door. “You’re such a bad liar it’s not even funny—”

The door shut behind him, cutting off his friend’s insult. He hopped down the stairs two-by-two and jumped down the last three, ignoring his friend as he opened the door to yell after him. His words were garbled by traffic anyways.

Naoya’s classmates did have a point though: he was being ruder than usual. Maybe he just hadn’t found the right replacement for you yet. The girls he’d been with so far were okay, but no one stood out. They shared one or two similarities to you, but none were a good enough place-holder so far. There was one girl he had been chatting up all day whose breasts looked almost identical to yours, but he wasn’t sure if she’d put out tonight. That was the main reason he left campus and drove home right after his last lecture: he was hoping he could convince her to let him come over.

Naoya checked his Tinder messages again after he parked in front of his apartment, a smirk spreading on his lips when he saw an unread message from the cutie he was pursuing. He didn’t care for her face per say, but he wasn’t going to speak to her after tonight so he didn’t care too much about that. He walked up the stairs leisurely, reading the girl’s latest message with a frown, wondering how he could respond to sway her decision to his favor. Maybe he could ask for her number and send a dick pic; that usually persuaded women to let him smash.

He unlocked his apartment, sighing as he walked inside, freezing when he noticed the empty couch. For the last week and a half, Toji had been strewn across it whenever he wasn’t working or hanging out with you, spare pillow and a sheet draped over the cushions. But they were gone now, the chair absolutely bare. Naoya tried not to get his hopes up, glancing around for any other sign of him. His duffel bag was also gone, and his large boots were nowhere in sight.

Naoya’s suspicions weren’t confirmed until he looked at his kitchen counter, eyes widening at the sight of the fat envelope sitting on top. He dropped his bag, opening the stuffed paper, smirking when he saw a wad of cash inside. He sifted through it, counting around ¥ 250,000, a decent amount considering how annoying Toji was to deal with. There was a small note at the end of the pile, rushed scribbles difficult to distinguish.

Naoya,

Thanks for letting me crash at your place. Here’s your cut. See ya around

Toji

“Finally,” Naoya breathed, crumbling up the note and tossing it onto the counter, pulling out his wallet and stashing his earnings inside. It was about time that his stupid cousin leave. He’d been eating him out of house and home, not to mention ruining Naoya’s relationship with you and—

Wait…

You.

You were all alone now, no bigger man around to defend you from Naoya’s bullying or advances. You didn’t have that worthless mutt to distract you from his presence. This was the perfect chance, the best opportunity Naoya had to appease you and go back to your prior relationship. It wouldn’t be hard to make you like him again. Women were easy like that—all he had to do was apologize and bat his eyes a bit and promise to do better, and you’d go back to presenting yourself to him like a good girl.

He should shower first. And shave. It’d been a minute since he got rid of the annoying scruff that began to grow on his jaw. It was barely five, so he could get himself cleaned up and stop by with a bottle of soju by dinnertime.

So that’s what he did. He gussied himself up like a girl on prom night, cleaning every neglected inch of himself, even going so far as to brush his teeth and cut his nails. He needed to look presentable if he was going to win your affection back, so he had to put in a bit more effort.

By the time he was finished and outside your door with two small glasses and some soju, it was around six pm. Perfect timing.

Naoya knocked on your door three times, waiting to hear you hurry to the door. He did hear footsteps approaching, but you didn’t open the door, didn’t even ask who it was. Damn peephole, he thought as he cleared his throat.

“Y/N~” he cooed as sweetly as he could muster. “I know you’re there: I heard you on the other side. C’mon and open the door for me, yeah?” Silence still, an aching quiet that made Naoya’s frustration grow. He took a deep breath, letting it out as a forlorn sigh as he leaned against the wall. “Look, I know I was an asshole. I did a lot of shitty things, and I apologize for hurting you. I wanted to make it up to you, so I thought we could resolve things over a drink.”

He heard you unlocking the door, sliding the lock out of place before twisting the doorknob and finally showing yourself to him. He was already smiling, prepared to sweep you off your feet, but stopped dead in his tracks.

You were dressed up, at least in his eyes. Your hair was designed neatly, makeup highlighting your best features but still sensible enough that it didn’t look like an entirely separate skin. But what really caught his attention was your outfit: you wore a cute little bodycon dress, fabric clinging to your form and stopping just above your mid thigh, exposing your smooth legs. His eyes continued to trail down to the heeled sandals you were wearing, propping you up a couple inches, accentuating your legs and ass. It was too good to be true, almost like you knew he would be coming over. Why else would you be dressed up like a pretty little present for him to unwrap?

“What do you want?” you snapped, one hand still on the doorknob as the other rested on your hip. God, your hips. He hadn’t had a proper look at them in far too long, and all he wanted to do was grab them and squeeze and hear you squeak in response— “Helloooo? Are you gonna answer me?”

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” You scoffed, crossing your arms, pushing against those perfect breasts that he’d wanted his hands on for weeks.

“What exactly do you want, hm? You came over here with alcohol and you’re putting on a façade, so what are you trying to get out of this?” Naoya held up his free hand, the other holding onto the glasses and soju.

“Hey, I get it. You have no reason to trust me, especially after I treated you so poorly, but I just wanna make things right.” He put on his most sympathetic face, taking a step closer to you. “I shouldn’t have treated you so harshly; you didn’t deserve any of it. It’s just… well, my cousin Toji has never been my favorite. He’s always judged me and looked down on me, and I didn’t want him to think—”

“­What? That you were fucking a fat girl?” Naoya’s eye twitched, but he still sighed and shrugged.

“I didn’t want him to look down on me for the relationship I had with you.” He braced himself as he grasped at little lies floating in his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “My family is fairly conservative, traditional if you will, and having sex outside of marriage isn’t something that would be accepted by them. I worried that if he had found out, he would tell them immediately and I would be cut off from them indefinitely. I can’t disappoint them—”

“Oh my God, you’re such a tool, Naoya,” you announced. Naoya blinked, shocked to hear you raise your voice at him in such a way.

It pissed him off.

You pointed a manicured finger at him, eyes furrowed in anger.

“You think you can just walk over here with your expensive wine and stupid Yeezy’s and expect me to accept your pathetic excuse for an apology that you are clearly pulling straight out of your ass? Hell no.”

“Tsk. How presumptuous of you—”

“No. I’m not dealing with this Naoya!” You began to close your door, glaring at him past the wood. “I’m not gonna sit around and take your shit anymo—”

“Hold on,” he snapped, blocking the door with his foot, bracing his forearm against it for added support. “So why’re you all dressed up, huh? You telling me you didn’t put on this outfit just to rile me up? You’re telling me you dressed up like a high-end escort just for fun?”

“First off, fuck you. Second, my reasons for dressing up don’t concern you, so you don’t—”

“Who is he?” You blinked, taken aback.

“Who’s who?”

“Him, the guy you got all pretty for. Women don’t doll themselves up unless they’re trying to impress a guy—”

“Oh my God, you’re insane—”

“—so who is it? Hm? Is it someone I know?” You hesitated, and Naoya noticed it, pupils sharpening as you sighed.

“Does it matter—”

“Of course it does.” Naoya pushed against the door, effectively making you lose your balance and stumble back as he walked in after you. “What if I had dumped you and then you found out I was fucking your mom?”

“What are you talking about?!” you almost shouted, frowning as he shut the door behind him and kicked off his shoes. “Hey, you’re not staying—”

“Yes I am. I gotta see what kind of sad excuse of a man is interested in you.”

“No, you—”

“Is it the gym rat on the fourth floor? Or that sad incel down the hall because I swear to God if you got dressed up for that pathetic white boy—”

“Naoya!” you shouted, fists clenched at you side. “Who I am seeing is none of your business!” Naoya scoffed, shaking his head slightly.

“So what’s gonna happen?” he continued, placing the soju and glasses on the counter, crossing his arms and leaning against it. “Is he gonna come pick you up for a little ‘romantic’ date, or are you just gonna blow him while he drives around the block?”

“What is wrong with you?” you hollered, hands beginning to shake. You hated how your emotions raced within you, forcing tears to prick at your eyelids, eager to spill while you struggled to control your breathing. “Why are you being so mean to me? I haven’t done anything to you—”

“Oh, sure you haven’t.” Naoya pushed off the counter, sauntering over to you. “You act like you’re so great, having an apartment and a job all on your own—”

“Jesus, not this again—”

“—and you think that people like you for that but they don’t. Guys see you and the only thing they think about is how your tits would look if you rode their dick.” He towered over you, making you curl into yourself in fear. “No man will give a shit about you unless you spread your legs for them. That’s all you’re good for.”

You felt your tears well, and you tapped your ring fingers against the inner corner of your eyes to try and quell the overwhelming desire to bawl your eyes out. You swallowed hard, struggling to keep eye contact with him as you sniffled softly.

“You’re… you’re wrong… there’s plenty of g-guys who like me and don’t want sex—” Naoya snickered, tossing his head back before looking down at you with a victorious grin.

“Oh really? Like who? Is the little boy who’s coming to pick you up taking you on a date because of your personality? I highly doubt it. Your only redeeming quality is your ass—”

You shoved him hard, making him stumble back. He stared at you incredulously, scoffing as he regained his footing.

“You’re wrong,” you spoke firmly, your bottom lip trembling, your resolve waning. “Toji always tells me how funny and nice I am—”

“What does he have to do with this?” You sniffed, using your knuckles to swipe at the edge of your eyelids, wiping off any indication that you were about to cry and finally meeting Naoya’s gaze. His eyebrows were screwed together, deep in thought. His face twisted as the silence grew between you two, realization gracing his features with each passing moment.

“You… he’s the one that’s supposed to take you out?” You crossed your arms, leaning back against the wall. He stared at you in shock, shaking his head slightly. You thought he was angry, appalled, but then he started laughing. It was just a chuckle at first, but then it grew into a full on guffaw, his arms wrapped around his middle as he hunched forward.

“What’s so funny?” you hissed, gripping your arms tightly as he struggled to calm down. He gasped for air, standing up straight and taking several deep breaths.

“Oh my God. You really are dumber than a box of rocks, huh? Jesus—”

“What are you talking about?” Naoya hooted once more, sighing as he met your gaze.

“You really think Toji, the King of Bachelors, was going to waste his time taking you out on a date?” You blinked, your blood running cold, body tensing.

“What… what do you mean?” Naoya rolled his eyes, taking a step towards you again.

“Toji has always been a piece of shit. The only time he was a decent human being was when he got married, but then he went back to his old self once she kicked the bucket.” Your lip quivered, hands clenched around one another, knuckles locking together and stopping the bloodflow.

“What are… what are you saying—”

“Jesus, how dumb are you, Y/N?” His hand found the wall beside you and he leaned down so he was eye level to you, a shit-eating grin plaguing his features. “Listen and listen good, princess: Toji has an unbreakable habit of going from girl to girl, taking what he wants and then leaving them with nothing. The only reason he was so nice to you was because he wanted to eat your food and fuck you. And since you clearly didn’t put out, he left you alone without a word.”

You could feel your skin begin to tingle, hands shaking as they grasped one another desperately. Your worst fears, your insecurities, everything you had worked to ignore was bubbling to the surface again, leaving you weak and defenseless.

“You… you’re lying—”

“Oh? You want me to go get the note that says he was leaving? Or the cash he left behind for me? Or better yet, let’s call him up on your phone. You’ve got his number! Give him a call and ask where he is, since you two have a ‘date’ or whatever.”

You didn’t want to move, worried that you would collapse after just one step, but your determination was still strong enough to give you courage. You took in a shaky breath, pushing past Naoya and stomping to your bedroom. You glanced over the bed, moving the sheets and grabbing your cell phone. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you crawled onto your bed, legs tucked underneath you as you brought up your messages with Toji. The last three were still unread, but you held onto hope as you clicked on his number, calling him. The phone rang once, twice, and by the fourth time you felt your heart sink. You gulped, eyes darting to Naoya who had appeared in your bedroom doorway. He still had that same shitty smirk on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossing. The phone continued to ring, and with each passing second you felt your heart sink lower and lower.

“The number you are calling is not available. Please try again—”

You hung up, lowering the phone to your lap, staring off into your room. You couldn’t believe it. No, it hadn’t been long since you met Toji, but he seemed so nice, so receptive. He flirted with you nonstop and acted so interested in everything you had to say, and for what? To fuck you? And when you didn’t give it up to him fast enough, he just gave up? Were all men like this? Or was it just everyone in Naoya’s family?

“Lemme guess.” Speak of the devil. Naoya plopped down on your bed, hands folded behind his head as he laid down beside you. “He blocked you.” You didn’t respond, and he hummed in response. “Just as I expected. Well, it’s your own fault for getting so attached to an asshole like him. I thought you were smarter than that! You shoulda known better than to get attached to a guy who goes from city to city doing God knows what for money—”

He stopped when he turned his head to look at you. Your mouth was turned downwards in an exaggerated frown, lip wobbling as you stared down at your bed. Big crocodile tears were streaming down your cheeks, creating lines in your makeup, effectively ruining it. Naoya cringed at the sight, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

“Are you crying right now?” You turned your face away from him, making him frown and glare. He sat up, staring at you in disbelief, scoffing. “You can’t be serious. You’re crying over him? Him? Don’t be pathetic, Y/N—”

“Please,” you mumbled, sinking down to the bed, your back to him. “Please just go.”

“Tsk. Don’t change the subject. Why’re you crying over him? He’s nothing but trash, a waste of space. You’re really gonna waste your time crying over a guy who never cared about you in the first place—”

“You made your point,” you choked out, kicking off your sandals and pulling your sheets over you. “I get it. I’m worthless. Just please leave me alone.” Naoya frowned harder, eyebrows furrowing as he crawled over your form.

“You’ve only known him for two weeks and you’re crying over him? He didn’t do jack shit for you, and yet here you are wasting tears on him.” He grabbed your chin forcefully, yanking you to the side so you were facing him. You whined, hiccupping on your sob as his eyes bore into you, fingers digging into your cheeks. “What’s the deal, huh? Is it because he’s taller? Stronger? Hm? What exactly made you fall head over heels with that asshole?”

“N-Naoya, stop—”

“He hasn’t done anything for you, so what are you crying about? He wouldn’t bother trying to get you wet before he fucked you, ya know, because he doesn’t care.”

“Naoya—”

“He wouldn’t buy takeout for you afterwards either.” You felt the covers slip off of you, his warm hand connecting with your waist, trailing down your hip. “He wouldn’t make sure you came before him. He wouldn’t make sure you were okay after he fucked you. He wouldn't buy the same stupid body wash just because you liked how it smelled.”

“S-Stop—”

“And yet you did so much for him.” His hand found your bare thigh, squeezing the plump flesh and sighing. “You shaved your legs for this stupid date. You never did that with me.”

You were still crying, squirming beneath him as he kept a vice-like grip on your jaw. He moved further on top of you, straddling your legs as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your dress.

“You put in all this effort into your makeup and hair and outfit and he didn’t even show up. I wouldn’t have done that to you.” Naoya’s hand traveled beneath the stretchy fabric, pulling it along with him as he glided up your legs. “I would’ve shown up. Woulda taken you someplace real nice. He probably would’ve just taken you to Taco Bell and then made you pay.”

“N-Naoya, wait, don’t—” His hand moved further, pulling your dress up over your hips, exposing the rest of your thighs up to your tummy. Naoya stared for a moment before scoffing.

“Lace? You wore lace panties for him?” Your face burned with embarrassment as you squirmed beneath him, tugging down your dress again to cover yourself. Naoya grabbed your wrist, capturing the other and holding them in one hand as he pulled your dress up again. “There’s no reason to hide from me; I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.”

“Naoya,” you sobbed gently, struggling to pull your wrists free and failing. “P-Please stop. Just let me g-go.” He ignored your pleas, hiking your dress up higher, moving it past your tummy before tucking it over your breasts. Your skin prickled once it was exposed to the cool air, body shuddering for multiple reasons. You sniffled, looking back at Naoya once you heard him sigh, gulping when you saw how he stared down at you.

“You even got a matching bra.” His free hand trailed along the lace edge, skimming over your breast with his rough fingers. “You really planned this out, huh? Did you think you were gonna get lucky tonight?” His hand cupped your breast, giving it a lazy squeeze as you whimpered. “I bet you did. I bet you were hoping he would bring you back home and fuck you real good.” His hand gripped harder, making you cry out, trying to shake his hand off. “But he didn’t. He left you all alone without any kind of warning or remorse.” You hiccupped, still sobbing as his hand trailed down your waist, palming your hip. You felt bile building in the back of your throat, making you nauseous, making you want to curl up and die.

It wasn’t until he pressed his hand to your mound that you really started to panic.

“Let me go!” you yelled, thrashing in his grasp, trying to push him off. Your efforts were for nothing: Naoya was much stronger than you and kept you in his grasp with ease. You felt fear settle in your chest when he tugged at your white panties, pulling it down your hips, freezing.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, eyes wide, mouth hung open. “You even shaved your pussy for him—”

“What do you want, Naoya?! What kind of sick joke is this?!” He ignored you, brushing his fingers over your mound, marveling at the soft skin there.

“You’ve never shaved your pussy for me before…” His expression turned sour, eyebrows furrowed, lips tugging downward. “That’s not fair. I’ve done more than Toji ever has, but you never shaved for me once. What kind of bullshit is that? What’s he got that I don’t, hm? What makes him so special?”

“Naoya, please—j-just leave me alone, okay? I won’t ignore you anymore a-and I’ll be nicer and—”

He shushed you soothingly, caressing your upper pussy before dipping his thumb between your chubby lips. You gasped, flailing beneath him, whining in protest but he didn’t stop. He pushed further, finding your clit and circling it determinedly. You jolted involuntarily, hips pushing into the bed to try and run away from his touch, but he only followed you, pushing harder against your clit.

“N-Naoya, please—ah!” He flicked your clit faster, pushing his knees in between yours, forcing your legs apart. “No, Naoya, stop—”

“Shhh, calm down, princess.” His thumb was replaced with his palm, middle finger circling your puckered entrance. You sobbed, shaking your head, kicking at the sheets. You gasped when his finger pushed into you, biting your lip when he curled it instantly, hitting your sweet spot as his palm ground on your clit. “Tsk. Don’t bite your tongue, baby. You know I like to hear you.”

“You’re crazy,” you bawled, choking on your sobs and involuntary moans. “I-I don’t want this, this is rape, it—”

“Oh please,” Naoya groaned, pulling his finger out and holding it up to the light. “Look at how wet you are already. You can’t pretend like you don’t want this when you’re leaking like this.”

“That’s not how that works—”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s not rape if you like it.” Naoya ignored your continued protests, staring at the glistening slick covering his finger and palm, hesitantly bringing it to his lips and giving it a tentative lick. He pulled his tongue back in his mouth, engulfing his mouth in your essence before he wrapped his lips around his finger and sucked it clean. Who knew that a brat like you could actually taste good? Who knew that any woman’s pussy would actually taste good?

Naoya never thought he would want to eat a woman’s pussy, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

Naoya held onto you tight as he rearranged the two of you. He was lying down in front of your cunt, underwear discarded as his forearms kept your legs open, hands still holding your wrists tightly. Despite your efforts, you couldn’t get out of his grasp, couldn’t wiggle away or hit him or run off. You were stuck there, completely at his mercy as he began nosing your mound.

“You’re awful,” you coughed, inhaling sharply when he pressed a soft kiss against your bare pussy. “You’re the worst. I h-hate you—uuuuu!”

Naoya’s tongue pressed between your folds, dragging from your clit down to your entrance, prodding at your soaked hole. You whined, clenching unconsciously, eyes squeezed shut as he traced your entrance languidly. He swallowed the slick that had gathered on his tongue, licking his lips and humming softly.

“You don’t taste too bad. Must eat a lot of pineapple, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you spit, glaring down at him, your streaked eyeliner making you less intimidating.

“So feisty,” he murmured, pressing his nose into your mound, moving his head back and forth until his mouth was on your clit. “Let’s see how you act once you cum a couple times.”

He kissed your clit, eyes softening when you keened and wiggled your hips, unsure if you were pushing closer or trying to run away. It didn’t really matter: he wrapped his lips around you regardless, sucking your clit into his mouth, savoring the twitch of your hips. It let him know that you really were enjoying yourself like he believed.

He wasn’t very good at giving head, to be honest. It was probably due to his lack of experience but he made up for it with sheer determination, keeping his mouth in an ‘O’ shape around your clit and sucking at it like a straw. You tried to disassociate as he ate your pussy, but he wouldn’t let you zone out for long, dipping his tongue into your entrance and slurping up the liquid gold spilling out of you.

It took a while to get you to your peak, but eventually your legs were tensing, thighs shaking against the sides of his face. Your protests had melted into disgruntled moans, your lip tugged between your teeth to try and calm you down, to somehow muffle your eager noises. Your fingers flexed, hands twisting in his grasp as you struggled not to cum on his tongue.

It was no use. Your climax rose higher and higher, ultimately causing you to tumble over and tremble as you came on his tongue. He lapped you up as you fell apart, moaning into your cunt as he did so. He slurped up every drop you gave him, pushing his tongue inside of you and swirling it around, trying to drink up as much of you as he could. Your whines turned high-pitched, almost needy as he went back to your clit. Your hands squirmed, arms struggling in their hold.

“If you’re good and don’t interrupt me,” he mumbled as he came up for air, “I’ll let your hands go.” You swallowed, tucking your chin to stare down at him, weighing your options.

“…F-Fine,” you grumbled, sighing once he released your wrists and grabbed your thighs instead. You gasped when he immediately went back to your clit, licking the bud quickly as you pawed at the sheets. “W-Wait, don’t—s-slow down—ah!”

This felt like revenge—at least to Naoya—holding you down and taking you however he pleased, showing you how foolish you were for pining after his stupid cousin when he was so much better. You didn’t need anyone else, just him. He could please you better than any of those other silly boys could, especially a no-good punk like Toji. He just needed to remind you how good he could make you feel.

It wasn’t until after your second orgasm that you relented, hands finding his hair, running through the two-toned strands and tugging whenever he hit your sweet spots. He was surprised to find that he liked it, liked being trapped between your plush legs, liked the warm soft skin of your thighs pressed against his cheeks. Maybe he’d have to do this again for you in the future—if you were good, that is.

“N-No, Naoya, stop, please, I-I c-can’t—” you blubbered as your third orgasm grew nearer, inching closer and closer as you tried to push him off. Naoya didn’t budge from his spot, keeping his arms locked around your legs as he worked his tongue against you. He could feel your walls fluttering around his tongue, his thumb circling your clit faster as he urged you to cum in his mouth once more. You protested, pushing at his head to no avail, hips bucking up into his mouth. “W-Wait, I ca-aaaann’tt!!”

Your body shuddered as you came once more, back arching off the bed as you squirted all over him. Naoya’s eyes widened, grip on your legs loosening as he removed his mouth, propping himself up on his elbows. He stared down at you incredulously, eyes darting from your cunt to your soaked thighs to the wet patch that was growing on your sheets.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, tilting his head up to gaze at you. “You squirted for me, baby.”

You were panting harshly, chest rising and falling frantically as you struggled to calm down. You could feel your pulse in yours ears, your head dizzy, eyes unfocused as your climax faded. You heard the faint shuffle of clothes as you stared at the ceiling, vision hazy as you swallowed thickly, moaning tiredly. You whimpered once Naoya’s fingers found your clit again, rolling it around gently.

“N-Naoya, please… I’m tired—”

“I know, princess, I know, but you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight.” You felt something firm and hot press against your entrance, panic running through you as you looked up at him. “Gonna let me put it in, right?”

“W-Wait,” you rushed, hands finding his shoulders, your brain still foggy from your post-orgasm bliss. “We need a c-condom—”

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. I’ll pull out.”

“B-But what about STD’s—”

“Aw, baby. You’re the only girl I’ve ever fucked without a condom. Ain’t no need to worry.” He dragged the head of his cock along your folds, catching it against your clit, smirking when you mewled. “Just lemme make you feel good, princess. I promise, you won’t regret it.”

Naoya pushed the head in without another warning, making you gasp in response. You instinctually tightened around him, making him suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed as he pushed forward slowly, giving you time to adjust to his length. “Missed this sweet lil pussy so much. God, I shoulda fucked you raw sooner, you feel so fucking good—"

“Naoya, n-no, stop, pull out—”

“Shhh, relax baby. C’mere,” he hushed, bringing his lips down to yours, forcing you into a kiss. You moaned frustratedly, lips smashed shut as he tried licking into your mouth to no avail. He pulled away an inch, frowning down at you. “C’mon, baby, don’t be like that. Open up for me.” His thumb found your clit again, circling hypnotically and making you swoon. Your eyes rolled back slightly, mouth threatening to hang open but falling closed again. Naoya clicked his tongue, his nose pressing against your cheek.

“C’mon, Y/N. Be my good girl and open up. Lemme see that pretty pink tongue.” You whimpered when his thumb moved faster, hurtling you into a sea of pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over you. You gasped, mouth slightly ajar as you met Naoya’s gaze. “That’s it, open up a lil more… mm-hm, more… c’mon baby, open… open—there she is. There’s my good girl.”

Naoya’s lips found yours once more, swallowing your needy moans as he rolled his hips ever so slightly, grinding the head of his cock into your g-spot incessantly. You keened at the onslaught of attention, legs squeezing around his waist as his tongue swirled around yours. You could feel yet another orgasm building, and you knew that he could feel it too. He sped up just a bit, his free hand going down to squeeze your ass, making you mewl and buck your hips up into his. Naoya moaned into your mouth, pulling back with a guttural groan.

“Fuuuuck, that’s it, baby. Grind those hips on me just like that.” Your cries had long subsided, molding into desperate moans as you succumbed to your desires, rolling your hips into his. The two of you began a steady rhythm together, pulling back and pushing forward to meet each other, grinding your sex against one another. You hated to admit it, but it felt good, really good. Maybe two weeks had been far too long for you to go without sex, or maybe it was just because it was your shitty neighbor and not your vibrator. Regardless, the constant friction was lighting you on fire, your hips slowing as you chose to clench around his cock instead.

“Awww, are you getting tired already, baby? You want me to take over? Hm? Ya want Daddy to make you feel good?” You cringed inwardly at the nickname, but you were so eager to cum that you couldn’t be bothered to scold him for it. Instead you nodded, biting your lip and humming in agreement, much to his satisfaction.

“Good girl. You just lie there and let me do all the work, ‘kay?” He didn’t give you time to respond before he grabbed the back of your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest without warning. You wheezed slightly as your legs were folded into your chest, restricting your lung capacity. You would’ve complained about the new position, but Naoya had bottomed out inside you, knocking the air right out of you. You yelped at the pace he found, the new angle making you see stars, vision laced with white sparks. You were so enraptured by the drag of his cock along your inner walls that you barely processed him pulling your dress up over your head, struggling to unclasp your bra before pulling it off and tossing it over his shoulder.

“God, I missed your tits,” he groaned, palming them harshly, squeezing like he’d never get to touch them again. “Been thinkin’ bout these beauties all week. Shame on you for keepin em from me.”

“N-Naoya—ah!” He engulfed one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking hard, nibbling just a bit. The sudden attention on your breasts made your pussy pulsate around him, yearning for yet another release. “Naoya… p-please, I—hnng!”

“What’s the matter, baby?” he cooed, circling his tongue around your now perky nipple, staring you down all the while. “Does it feel good? You want somethin?”

“Mm… wanna c-cum…” Naoya sighed shakily at that, licking his lips before latching them around your nipple once more, giving it a good hard suck before pulling away with a wet ‘pop’.

“Oh yeah?” he replied, slowing down and readjusting himself so that he was pushing your legs further into you. You whined, struggling to move yourself underneath him, huffing when you couldn’t so much as wiggle in his grasp. He merely smirked down at you, running his tongue over his teeth. “You wanna cum, baby? Wanna cream all over this fat cock?”

“Mm-hmmm,” you moaned unabashedly, too frantic to cum to care about your pride. His smile only grew, eyes softening as he leaned down towards you, brushing his nose against yours.

“Yeah you do. You wanna squirt all over this dick, dontcha?” Whatever response you gave didn’t matter: his lips were on yours within a second, moaning into your mouth and drowning out your pleas for him to make you cum. Luckily, you didn’t need to beg. Within a minute he was rolling his hips into you again, the head of his cock dangerously close to your cervix, leaving you breathless. Your nails dug into his shoulders, scrambling down his back for some kind of purchase as he found a steady rhythm, fast and hard enough to leave you whimpering with each thrust.

“Mmmm… fuck, that’s a good girl,” he breathed as he released your lips, staring down between the two of you to watch your belly squish against his abs as he pounded into your poor cunt. “You always take my cock so well. Almost like you were made for me.” He sucked in a breath when your cunt clenched around him, smirking down at your lustful expression. “You like that, huh? You like it when you belong to me, my perfect lil princess? Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You whined, swallowing hard and gasping, chanting his name like a broken hymn as he sped up. His balls slapped incessantly against your ass, wet smacking sounds filling the room. Your slick was leaking down to the bed, soaking your ass and inner thighs. It was almost uncomfortable if not for the constant rhythm Naoya had maintained for the last… wait, how long had it been? Fuck, it could’ve been five minutes or an hour; you had no clue. You could barely focus on Naoya’s words let alone the passage of time.

“Never letting this pussy go again,” he groaned, tossing his head back as he did a few long strokes into you, quickly going back to his original pace. “Nobody’s gonna fuck you but me from this day forward, got it?”

You whimpered, giving a hurried nod as you felt your orgasm start to build, the coil in your belly winding tight at his words.

“Good girl. You’re all mine; nobody else’s. Fuck, you feel so good baby. Makes me not wanna pull out of this perfect pussy.”

The logical part of you should’ve scolded him for having that idea in the first place, but you were high on cloud nine, your cunt clenching at the mention of something so taboo. Did you want him to cum inside you? No, not necessarily, but the thought of him enjoying your body so much that he couldn’t help but stay inside while he came made you go wild. The resulting moan you let out and the prolonged tightening of your cunt was all the answer he needed.

“Fuck, you like that? Is that what you want, princess? Want me to cum inside instead? Want me to breed that tight lil cunt of yours?” You clenched around him again, trembling as your climax grew nearer. “Yeah, I know you do, baby. You want me to cum inside and make you all mine, huh? Want me to give you a baby and make you a mommy? Fuck, I’d take such good care of you, princess, you and our baby. Get you a big ole house with a dog and a picket fence—fuck, I’m close—anything you want, baby. You just give me a couple boys and I’ll do the rest, okay?”

His hand slipped between the two of you, thumb suffocating your clit as his hips moved faster, fucking deeper into you (if that was even possible at this point). It was just what you needed to push you over the edge, hurtling you towards your peak so quickly you began to panic. You came hard, scratching along his back and shoulders, crying out as he continued bullying your cunt. The resulting pleasure was so intense it brought tears to your eyes, mouth hung open in a silent scream as he kept going, groaning into your chest.

“God, yes, yesyesyesyesyes, fuck! Gonna cum in you, gonna get you pregnant, fuck, you’re gonna be so pretty all round with my kids—”

You hiccupped, letting out a strangled moan when he bit down on your breast. He groaned loudly, hips stuttering, hands clawing at your plump flesh desperately as he came to a stop. You felt his cum fill you up, hot and thick liquid gushing into your spongey cunt, stuffing you to the brim. He gave a lazy thrust or two as he sucked on the bite he made, licking it as some kind of apology. He sighed into your skin, lifting his head a moment later, foggy eyes meeting yours.

“You… you okay?” he breathed, blinking slowly up at you. You were still breathing heavily, but you nodded anyways, tongue thick and dry. He sighed when you answered, lifting himself up just so he could reach your lips, kissing you gently. It was the softest kiss he had ever given you, tender and light, as if you were made of porcelain. You relaxed as his lips molded with yours, your eyes drooping heavily until you couldn’t open them back up.

It was dark when you woke up. You were on your stomach (when did you turn over?), sweating underneath your heavy comforter. You shifted slightly, instinctually tightening around whatever was inside you, earning a groan from the figure beneath you.

“If you keep doing that,” Naoya grunted, hands finding your hips to still them completely, “I’m gonna get hard again.”

Holy shit, his sleepy voice was deep, gruff and sensual. You’d never heard him like that before. It made your eyes open further, hands finding his chest, steadying yourself as you pushed yourself up to a seated position. You were somewhat hazy, but you were able to lean towards your nightstand, turning on your bedside lamp.

You both squinted when the light came on, eyes struggling to adjust to the new harsh lighting. You blinked a few times, looking down at the man lying underneath you, finally realizing that his dick was still inside you. You hated to admit it, but he looked pretty handsome after just waking up, his features still soft from slumber.

“…You slept over?” you asked rhetorically, rubbing at your eyes. He scoffed, hands kneading your plump waist, grinding you gently against him.

“Of course I did. Couldn’t just leave you all alone after you passed out from me fucking you.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, covering his mouth half-heartedly as your body burned with embarrassment. He merely chuckled, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away, kissing at your palm.

“Are you alright? I didn’t fuck you too hard, did I? I almost thought you died there—”

“I’m fine,” you huffed, yanking your hand away and glaring down at him. “Why didn’t you at least clean me up? I can feel your cum still inside me.” Naoya shrugged, his signature, shit-eating grin spreading across his lips.

“Wouldn’t that ruin the point of cumming inside? Gotta make sure my seed takes.” You blinked slowly, narrowing your eyes down at him.

“Naoya… what are you trying to say—”

“I hate the thought of having a shotgun wedding,” he continued, ignoring what you asked, staring at your stomach as he rubbed it gently, “but desperate times call for desperate measures. We can have a ceremony at one of my family’s hotels so at least that’s covered, but we should get you fitted for a dress soon so we can get married before you start showing—”

“Woahwoahwoah—” you rushed, eyes wide as you covered his mouth again. He furrowed his brow, mumbling something into your hand as you replayed what he said in your head. “Hold on… Do you… Naoya, you do realize that I’m on birth control, right?”

Silence permeated the room, growing thicker with each passing moment. Naoya’s eyes widened just a bit, mouth slightly ajar as he began to blush from his chest to the tips of his ears.

“…What? Since when?”

“What do you mean ‘since when’? I’ve had an IUD for years!”

“But—” Naoya huffed, propping himself on his elbows as he scowled at you. “If I couldn’t get you pregnant, then why did you always make me wear a condom?!”

“I don’t know where your dick has been! I wasn’t gonna risk getting some kind of infection or disease because of you.” He scoffed, fists clenching at his sides as he simmered angrily. You kept eye contact, thinking over his words carefully, a smile tugging at your lips. “Wait… so when you said all that shit during sex, it wasn’t just dirty talk? You actually wanted to get me pregnant?” He blushed darker, skin turning a brilliant scarlet as his face twisted ever so slightly. “Oh my God, you did—”

“Shut up,” he hissed, pushing at your hips. “Get offa me, I’m leavin—”

“Awww, don’t leave, Naoya,” you cooed, pushing down at his chest, forcing him to the mattress. “I thought you wanted to make me a mommy and take care of me—”

“Shut up—”

“Oh my, I can feel your dick getting hard—”

“STOP—"