The shuffle feature is wild, man. One minute you’re about to have a breakdown over Sign of the Times, and the next minute Spotify is like, “Dry your tears bitches; we’ve got an absolute bop for y’all! This is I Should Have Kissed You!”
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working at home depot as a outwardly queer person is so weird. nice butch lesbian contractor might smile at me and we exchange a wordless thought of solidarity and then immediately after a 70 year old man in overalls and a maga hat will asks me where we sell rat poison and hammers
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My favorite thing about this being a sideblog is the notes will be poppin here with people being horny little monsters meanwhile im blogging about crochet in my main
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hc thinking about Chuuya being that nonchalant friend who never really talks about if he's having a hard time or if he just went through some rough shit so whenever Shirase calls to catch up he's just baffled as hell
Shirase: so i ordered a large fried rice and the delivery guy brought me a MEDIUM
Chuuya: that's unacceptable
Shirase: i know right? btw bro ur eye bags are looking a lil dark
Chuuya: yeah busy day yesterday. a dragon attacked the city so i had to handle that
Shirase:
Shirase: excuse me?
Chuuya: so did they refund u the difference for the rice
Shirase: no no no. PAUSE go back wdym DRAGON?
Chuuya: there was a dragon. i got called in and i also owed the guy so i just handled it. it's fine i just need some sleep. btw u should stop eating so much takeout and just learn to cook
Shirase: what goes on
Shirase: kinda annoyed today like the bus was 20min late. i should really get a car
Chuuya: do u even have ur license
Shirase : that's not important rn. do u have any recs since ur car's nice
Chuuya: i guess it was nice
Shirase: wdym "was"? did u upgrade
Chuuya: no it blew up
Shirase: what
Chuuya: it's gone
Shirase: HOW did BLOW UP????
Chuuya: no idea. but seriously u should look into getting a license before driving around bc what are u gonna do if u get caught
Shirase: lemme tell u the craziest thing happened yesterday. bumped into this girl at a cafe and we got to talking and guess what? she knows yuan!
Chuuya: really?
Shirase: yeah i wanted to tell u yesterday but u didn't call me back
Chuuya: sorry i got trapped in some guy's book
Shirase:
Shirase: huh
Chuuya: it was some mystery novel with a bunch of killers. i just fought everybody to get out so it's chill
Shirase: what are u talking about
Chuuya: enough about me tho. so how's yuan doing
basically it’s always Shirase just asking why Chuuya didn’t tell him about these crazy events and Chuuya’s just like “I don’t like making a big deal out of things. I don’t think it’s that serious” and Shirase is like YES IT IS???
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thanks to that fic i’m now thinking of mewling out a little “umeeee” when uraumes got your face in their hands.
your entire body jolting rhythmically as sukuna thrusts his hips against yours, filling you so well each time. he’s grinning at her over your back, teeth glinting in the dim light, menacing and seductive at once. when uraume looks down at the tears lining your eyes, your pout wobbly and eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and need, they find it harder to breathe.
“please, please, ume kiss me I need it!” you cry, voice crackly and whiney thanks to the screams you’ve let out all night. contrary to the belief of many of the concubines, he does not take you every night. sukuna spent centuries without sex, finding the pleasure of orgasms second to that of eating food. that is, of course, until he met you. being intimate with you gave him a high not even slaughtering entire towns for feasts did. even so, his libido does not match yours. after spending so long without regular inter course, his refractory period was much longer than a humans’. once he came, it could take days until he was ready again.
that meant that every time he was ready, you were at his mercy, subject to every whim and behaving to his exact liking. his occasional nick name for you, doll, was not the endearing term many others use it as. you truly are his little doll, existing to please only him in these moments.
and yet, when he found out about uraumes little crush, he found the idea of bringing them in to watch him play with his doll enthralling. and, as kings do, he got what he wanted.
now here you are drooling, begging to be touched more, to be kissed more, needing more, more, more. since adding uraume to your dynamic, your pleasure has been much more of the focus of these sessions, which, while possibly sounding enticing, has led to your utter ruin. the overstimulation takes over all your senses— muddling thoughts and releasing you of your power over your body. all you can do is be tossed around by your lovers, paying no mind to the numerous marks now littering your body. they serve as small mementos of these sessions during your recovery days following.
and even though all coherent thoughts seem to have escaped you, something in you knows that though you’ll never be able to break your king, uraume is where you’ll find your bidding done.
it is why, when you plead sweetly, tears finally spilling onto your cheeks and chin desperately seeking their touch, uraume gives in, leaning down and pressing their lips against yours. firmness and intent meet a lolling tongue and satisfied giggles and uraume knows that even though they will get punished later for giving in, the sound of your pleasure spilling into their mouth is enough to make it all worth it.
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