#I can’t handle this shit any more.

[toomanyfandomsorkinafs]

Hey, if you ever see me hyper focused on literally anything..don’t mention it please or even talk to me or I won’t be able to finish it and start to feel sad.

#For like my two irls that follow me #Please for the love of everything that is holy can y’all stop doing this shit? #im this🤏 close to crying cause this shit. #I cant control my hyper fictions #So please if I finally start cleaning my room after two months just leave me clean #If I’m watch YouTube for like two hours after I said I’d start my homework please don’t mention it #It will cause a spiral of self hating thoughts. #I can’t handle this shit any more.

[no1ryomafan]

I said I was gonna talk more about MM on this blog again and I will probably eventually do analysis stuff I just need to prep this shit cause those post take time for the ones that are more coherent and not just my usual word vomits, BUT I do need to word vomit for a second about one thing that plagued my mind again today.

One of my biggest peeves with the series lore is how reploids and humans hardly have interactions, more so in the X series as Zero makes a bit more effort in this regard, given it’s a huge deal how reploids are seen lower then humans for the longest time- but what has dawned on me more of another factor that really sucks about this is how reploid society itself is ALSO unexplored.

We hardly have any idea of what makes them different from humans, we can only grasp basic details from what the games provide us but it’s unclear if there society is either “very much identical to humans but still has changes to make it different given their machines” or “completely different down to how they live and are treated”. I can’t speak for every robot media ever as I haven’t consumed them all-that’s a impossible task as some are bound to not interest me lol-but I feel like ones that are primarily having sentient robots and multiple of them rather then stuff like mechas where they don’t have much of a personality (usually) or the cases like Aigis in P3 where she is a robot in a mostly human society and therefore learns to become more human, they usually try to give the robots some kind of established society but MM only gives us breadcrumbs.

Like I know transformers is a bigger series so it got more chances to be incredibly fleshed out but I think about how my friends had told me about it and it’s society from just the comics is incredibly detailed that you even know they have religions n shit. And I’m not saying MM has to go to that extent even if it’s had metaphors of that in the later series, but more context to what reploid society has and doesn’t would be nice.

If they actually do need to eat and we aren’t supposed to guess that the energy tanks n stuff are there equivalent, if they ever got to have hobbies or jobs besides serving under humans especially when they have free will, etc. More of how they operate would be really nice to know but alas much like many things in this series lore it’s never going to be deeply elaborated on so I have to throw darts at a board.

#meg text #mega man #lore rambles #I hate how much I rotate this shit because the main issue with mega man world building is the game formate #and not because it’s a platformer because I hate that take that platformers can’t have stories they can #but it’s rather how it’s so non linear and while that makes it’s identity it really hurts a lot of story potential #even if Z/ZX worked around it well there still was issues (and also barely any room for world building) #Also hate to be a nerd but it’s disappointing to see how this is handle when you see what MM is influenced by #I’ve only seen kikaider still but wow despite the fact it took a similar route to Aigis it was clear how robots are seen #I know it takes from old anime and anime as a medium gets more advantages but I wish it could do more #once again sad the platformers did not get animes because the world building would’ve benefited from it #oh and this comes to mind because I’ve been writing MM stuff again (kinda) and reploids get mentioned a bit #even if I’m in ZX where they’re basically human a lot of the past is still touched in what I’m working on #and I wish I had more context other then “uhhh I guess they just became more human over time?”

[parkercore-69]

when the unhealthy homoromantic friendship got yu that bad your therapist had to treat your separation like a bereavement and is teaching you coping mechanisms for grief

#dawgs dont get into situationships with your closest friend you’ve ever had it dont end well #LMAO #i have to laugh otherwise i might completely break down #LMFAO #(im afraid i’ll never find someone who will love me unconditionally because im too much to handle) #HAHA WHAT PARKER’S GETTING EMOTIONAL ON MAIN?? #(im afraid that i’m not only unlovable but also that i will inevitably ruin any relationship i form) #WHAT THE FUUUUCKKK #THIS IS SO CRINGE #(i’m completely delusional and the more i keep repressing this shit the further i regress into my head) #WOOOAH GET A GRIP DUDE???? #(i can’t cope with this type of stuff) #parker spews his troubles connecting emotionally and romantically and platonically and just generically with people #sorry guys i am cringe feel free to ignore this

[starlooove]

“There is no fanfic on Stephs treatment I have checked” that’s like the whole point.

#I’m not saying ur wrong bc it’s not canon #I’m saying ur wrong bc ur perpetuating the misogyny that got u there in the first place #and yeah imma take it there it IS that deep to me sorry #like this isn’t like a diff in opinion on an arc or smth #this is quite literally the bigotry that fandoms supposed to be an escape from manifesting itself again with a rainbow flag over it it’s so #like first of all not that serious but concerning to me is getting into smth without knowing the source material #u don’t need to know the exact timeline of events and which specific Batmobile Bruce had in every era duh #that’d be hypocritical to say I read character to character screw the timeline lmao #but it’s like. ur telling me u adore Dick Grayson and have never picked up NTT? #u wanna analyze the queer coding in Tim’s character but you’ve never read his og robin run? #u wanna talk about Damian’s character growth but you’ve only read Batman and Robin 2020s? #u ADORRRRE steph and cass and you haven’t even read batgirls #and that’s like nonissues #my issues are u wanna discuss how Barbara is actually so cold and cruel to dick for how she handled Catalina and you’ve never read birds of #prey and actually dick never cheated so (this isn’t me being hypocritical if you’ve seen that post I just lowk changed my mind) #or if he did it was justified or whatever #you wanna talk about how Jason and Roy are soulmates and you can’t tell me a single thing besides he’s an archer a father and an addict #it’s like ur putting shit out there about these characters and their relationships and you don’t know them #and more people who don’t know them see ur shit and do the same thing #and that’s mid level issue #the BIG issue is that y’all have not unpacked ur racism misogyny or classism enough to do this and then turn around and say ur fixing dc or #whatever. u have not done enough work to speak on Jason or Damian and say they deserve better whilst u water down their anger into smth #palatable and sweet on ur white faves. u don’t get to complain about how there’s not enough about steph and all u do is spread more made up #shit to infantilize tim. and I’m not saying I’ll never read a tim centric fic that’s ooc and stupid and have fun #I do that and I don’t talk about it bc that shit should not be the main writing you find when you look for BATMAN lmao #and even then they HIGHEST problem is that even when people make more content centering the woc poc and yes even WW it still doesn’t get any #traction bc y’all haven’t unpacked as much of ur racism and misogyny as u think u have #making hcs about tim being a Barbie and Jason being a feminist and dick painting his nails is not progressive when Steph and cass are #cardboard cutouts or the vehicles through which the white men discover feminity is ok actually and nothing else #and then Duke and Damian are the token straights or allies. like y’all are so sick lmao

[operationblanketfort]

YOO

#y’all I think my hair needs one more good untangling session and then it’ll be fully untangled/unmatted for the first time since i was s #sixteen #holy SHIT #it’s already so close you literally can’t tell #it’s in the first completely unwonky braids I’ve done in forever #fuck fuck fuck I’m so happy I’m so pleased I got it this far #I can’t handle any more today I did like four hours but holy SHIT IM CLOSE #might actually cry when it finally happens dmdjsjajd #it feels so good #mine

[emeritusterzo]

rewatching max’s return again and fuck, man. we’ve really lost the best damn thing modern american pro wrestling had

permanently terrified of how a future without punk, bryan, sting and eventually joe will look

#just need some wrestling that I can be emotionally moved over I can’t handle any more chant catching spots #if I hear a single more fight forever chant I might become one of those american wrestling died in 2005 guys #side note please go check the astronauts out nomura and abe have been single handedly keeping me into this shit #their matches are indeed a bit harder to come by but god is it worth it #their match against each other had the rawest feeling I’ve seen in a while #good fucking shit

[peapod20001]

LMAO QUICK. WIPE YOUR TEARS BEFORE SOMEONE SEEEESSS YOUUU

#vent #:) !! dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!! #I am in my feelings and I am feeling so many feelings like my heart being torn from my chest and pounded into the floor #and a rage so sickening that I can only get rid of by mutilating someone’s flesh with my teeth and nails #fuck fuck fuck man fucking shit everytime I start to open myself up to someone and share what’s at the core of my being #I let my guard down and shit happens!! why can’t I be normal!! why do I get so attached!!! so fucking needy!!!!!! why do I CARE so deeply #when I’m so easy to be ignored? honestly what am I doing here!! I’m forgettable!!! honestly!! #why talk to me??? what am I contributing AT ALL to the conversation?? I’m not interesting. I have no ideas. YOU have a hard time under me? #how do you think *I* feel?? do you think I know who I am?? what I believe?? what I desire?? #why even BOTHER wanting for anything!! I dream of the absolute bare minimum life for myself!! I want to not die and live with my friend!! #maybe even MULTIPLE friends if I’m so lucky!!! do you know how much I’ve thought about it? how stupid of a fucking dream really truly #what are the chances of that coming true? who would want to spend more than a few hours. with me? #and so what?? if I can’t even achieve the bare fucking minimum dream ever then??? what’s the point??? what am I then??? if you think I have #ANY skills. you are mistaken!! I don’t know how to do anything!!! except cry over no response to my messages for TWO FUCKING WEEKS #I’m fine and cool. absolutely fucking DANDY #I’m totally not insecure about my place in the world and my place in peoples lives!!! noooooooo #I don’t need the bare minimum level of attention. I made it 13 fucking years having never truly connected to another human being. #I can handle. whatever the fuck this is. haha how pathetic. shitty shitty bang bang #nooo I’m a grizzled fucking soldier I don’t reread positive words directed at me like I have an addiction #I’m not replaying the top happiest moments from my life over and over again trying to ride a high from something that expired LOOONGG ago #I’m not fucking!! crying!! what do I have to cry for?? aww little piss baby DIDNT get a reply :( aww shh shh #your feelings are sooo valid don’t you worry!! it’s not like you’ve gone most of your life with the ability to get things you want!! GASP.NO #you didn’t have to struggle with food or money or housing!! nobody’s even HIT you before!! but even so your cries are valid!!!! #SIKE. NO. IM AT THE ABSOLUTE BOTTOM. MY PROBLEMS DONT MATTER #so WHAT if you’re longing?? doesn’t matter how hard you THINK or DREAM or WISH. NO ONE. NOT ONE SINGLE. FUCKING. PERSON #will EVER. see you as more than the fucking checker piece on the chess board!! #you want to be someone’s muse huh? don’t even CARE about their interpretations. or how they see you. all that matters is that in this moment #they’re stuck with you. they’re watching you. for at least a moment you can pretend they are yours. #god.... if only I could get myself to write my actual essays with this much passion haha #haha...a hh h..

[samuraisharkie]

Going on record to say I can’t stand scoutandcompany *bracing for impact*

#I’m WAITING for someone to see this and try and dogpile me #idk what it is abt scout and their followers but they SCOUR for ‘hate’ #anyway. stop talking about animal care you have no experience or knowledge abt and making blanket statements #when you know full well your influence and the way ppl hang on ur every word #‘the rabbit people’ are actual farmers that deal with livestock as more than just a hobby. sometimes it’s ugly work dude. #if you can’t handle it just fuckin say so but that doesn’t mean you side eye the people who CAN #*cough* instead of letting upwards of 20 sale barn calves die in ur arms bc you couldn’t cull them when they got too far*cough* #that’s all I’m gonna say bc I know some keyboard warrior is gonna swoop in and try a ‘gotcha’ or some shit #but I really. don’t think scout should be talking w any kind of authority considering their situation #I don’t think they’re a bad person. I do think they’re full of themselves and on a power trip though #you can’t be a bleeding heart and be a farmer. you can’t do it. in order to keep livestock you have to get used to death #that doesn’t mean you can’t be SAD abt it but like. it has to be done and it’s not always bc of being a runt or whatever #and like ppl have said I 100% get not wanting to do so for calves when birth is such an ordeal for cows and they only have one or two #but that means you don’t have any authority to speak on nestbox culling in general so like. don’t lol

[pepprs]

covid is such an evil evil disease and an evil evil thing to live through lol

#purrs #this isn’t prompted by anything im just thinking about it. i hate that thisis what life looks and feels like now and it might always be thi #way. i hate that getting covid feels like an inevitability even though i wear n95s and don’t go anywhere but work and have basically 0 #social life and have put my life plans on hold to wait for this thing to pass when it probably never will. i hate that lockdown was better #and easier than this in some ways because at least back then people were still scared and there still felt like hope and there was clear(is #) guidance and free testing and vax sites and whatever. i hate that free testing and public health dashboards showing covid rates and vax s #sites and all that shit have fucking disappeared even though the variants going around now are more contagious than ever. i hate the #mortifying ordeal of being the only person (or one of the only people) wearing an n95 and sometimes the only person wearing a mask at all. #hate that so many things have been lost and we are not taking time to grieve them or make sure that we are okay and will be okay. i hate #being scared every time i swallow. i hate how there is literally no way to tell if you will get long covid and no way to reduce your chance #of getting long covid or covid at all (aside from masks) just ways to make the symptoms less severe. i hate trying to bring people together #and stay away from people at the same time. i hate all the life that covid has taken out of me and the people i love even though thank god #know more people who haven’t gotten it than who have but actually that may not be true idk. and i HATE that because of covid and how #egregiously badly it has been handled everyone is just like.. perpetually tired and sad and we’ve accepted mass illness and death and #accepted that disabled people (esp those who are marginalized in other ways) are disposable when actually no fucking human being is #disposable and everyone should be able to live happy connected healthy lives and we could’ve ended this shit in EARLY 2020 without having t #deal with any of this absolute fucking NIGHTMARE. like god. i remember sobbing hysterically thinking we would be dealing with covid for 18 #months and now we’re coming on 3 fucking years and lockdown is over but the danger is even worse than it was and like.. no one cares anymor #and it fucking sucks lmfao. i am so tired. i need to move out. and i miss my friends and i miss my life and i miss having fewer things to #constantly worry about and i can’t believe how good and simple life was before this stupid shit. #delete later #i wasn’t planning on going on a huge rant lol sorry it’s just what’s on my mind this morning

[lilgynt]

you know what funny enough during all of the shit between the last few days my brother and i were doing our usual routine of awkwardly texting and then i noticed with his like letter saying how he loves and thanks me for dealing with this fucked situation he sent me like 50 bucks so i got my dad settled long enough for me to make a two bags of edibles deep call to him and we talked a lot

#personal #i called out the shit i thought i should #like we were both at negative times in our life #my negative didn’t break ur door 😐 #and he was like fair that’s too my negative stuff negatively impacted your #ur life several ways #and we talked a bit through that and he was like you’ve been the emotional rock between us and always handled ur temper with more grace #and adding up all the hurts you gave me are nothing compared how good you’ve been to me/ in my life #and i emphasized that he’s been better to me/ my life than against it #also soemthing about him moving out causing this and i was like no a lot of these were issues when we were younger too #he also was like blame all my issues on mom and dad and i was like could have told you that in elementary #it wasn’t just bashing him but it felt good to call out those bits #and he even agreeed when i did! #he apologized and admitted i haven’t deserved any of this behavior #and he talked about his therapy and how he pretends to be me and his therapist him and it doesn’t feel good what he feels #he feels genuinely awful but understands if i can’t forgive him and go back or try to make soemthing new like what we had #and he misses just being able to talk to me And went over our bond through the years and emphasized how much he loves me #i mentioend that he mentioned therapy on christmas and i got a broken door for it #btw he didn’t apologize for the door bc he didn’t know about it when i revealed it i didnt describe the event to him and he couldn’t #pin point when it happened and was trying to see if he like. blacked it out. or something so that’s on me mostly #like 99% me 1% him for breaking it - my friends say he should have said sorry the second i told him regardless but meh #anyway he acknowledged that and acknowledged im gonna need to see it in action but he wants to work on being a better big brother to me #and he loves and misses me #it was nice actually it gave me a lot of what i needed i also offered to go to therapy with him so maybe on that but very nice and he’s #trying to help more with the dad situation- if nothing else is just acknowledging how fucked up this is i which is super needed

[branchiopod]

can’t sleep. keep making myself mad about shit

#it’s like three things rn #someone from my old college had it out for me and i genuinely have no idea why #like they were always rude as fuck to me and in the first few weeks we knew each other i was being interrogated ab slur and pronoundiscourse #asked how i felt ab he/him lesbians and i was like i’m not a lesbian so…who fucking cares #and we got into slurs somehow and i wish i could’ve been more articulate bc i was like yeah. i think some trans men can say the d slur #and they were like why aren’t you saying it and my response was cuz i don’t feel like it #but the point i wish i had thought well enough to make is like first of all slur discourse is stupid #and the word dyke is central to so many people’s identities not just currently but in the past too #when i was still fem-presenting and pre-any sort of transition i was a dyke. that’s the best word for how i felt then and now looking back #AND you don’t know the intricacies of someone’s identity. are you gonna police this shit? leave me tf alone #also pissing me off lol #is the fact that i dated someone who hated the parts of me that i like #shit spanned from like him saying it about tank tops and sweatpants immediately after i said they’re gender affirming for me #to not being able to deal with me being loud to the point that i re-triggered a depressive episode as soon as i got out of one #when im doing well im loud and excitable but they couldn’t handle that so i just shoved it down #and last thing. did anyone else deal with the predatory gay stereotype bc i never see ppl talk ab it but i was a huge target for it #it’s affected my ability to just. function as person like i can’t compliment people without making myself panic #the few times i’ve seen it talked ab is specifically the predatory lesbian stereotype #which does make me wonder how much of my experience was fueled by that and how much was just generic homophobia

[johndonneswife]

are you and Ayesha planning on having kids? 🥺

nope never ever!

#my opinions on children are too much for tumblr to handle but yeah. don’t want them #have never wanted them #will never want them #the thought of being a mother makes me feel so panicked and sick and depressed #idk i’m the type of person who can’t be held too tightly without freaking out. i need space and i need to be able to do what i want #whenever i want to #ayesha grew up in poverty in pakistan like. eating paper when you’re hungry type of poverty. and i grew up poor / working class in america #and like. idk. i have strong opinions on that too but i won’t get into it here. we’ve just seen too much shit to ever want kids of our own #anyway the thought of having that kind of connection with another human being is terrifying and i don’t want it. my relationship with ayesha #is a choice that we both make #i can leave for work trips at any time without having to worry about her. i can go out. i can go camping. i can make last minute plans. etc #also i just don’t like them enough to have them!! i like playing with my friend’s babies for a few hours #and then giving them back like that’s truly enough for me #being a parent sounds awful. i wish more people would accept that they’re just having kids for the wrong reasons #just bc it’s something to do/you’re expected to have them #i’m also a millennial who can’t afford a house in any of the big cities i want to live in #i’d want to send my kids to private school. sorry but like. i’d want to give them everything i didn’t have and give them whatever edge i can #also school shootings and climate change and child predators. fucking TIKTOK. i can’t #ANYWAY sorry i don’t know when to shut up but like no. i don’t want children 😭 #i don’t like them or enjoy being around them and i don’t want to sacrifice my time money autonomy for a child i don’t even want lmfao #i wonder if this is my grandma sending me this ask from beyond the grave #*** I DONT HATE CHILDREN *** i’m excited to have our future nieces and nephews visit and do fun stuff with them and teach them anarchy \m/ #aish obviously feels the same about all of this and we’ve felt this way since we met #which is also why i knew i’d be w her forever 🥰

[insanechayne]

~ ~ ~

#I waited around all day and checked back here obsessively just to get one minor message from you 9 hours later #most of it was inane things about your day and a bit was about the weather and there was even a piece about you craving a certain food #nothing even remotely important and of course nothing really checking on me to see how I’m doing after our fight yesterday #like I know I don’t really matter to you that much but geez can you make it any more obvious? #it’s as if our fights don’t take a toll on me at all since I’m the one always apologizing #I’m expected to say sorry and go back to normal and not have any hurt feelings after the fact #you don’t even deign to ask me *how* my day was #you just say ‘hope you had a good day’ #but I don’t think you give a shit about whether or not I had a good day at all because at least you feel better #and you feel better with no thanks to me since you don’t talk to me anyway #just feel so stuck in this inevitable cycle of us fighting and me apologizing and then we both pretend nothing is wrong #and has it never occurred to you that maybe if you let me talk things out I’d get over them and feel better and move on fully? #of course not because *you* can’t handle those uncomfortable serious talks #so you get a clean slate and you feel better and I’m stuck in the same damn hole we dug for me so long ago #just feels like hammering nails into our coffin #personal

[sarabyfleetwoodmacmp3]

💭

#I’ve always been really sentive I’ll admit it but I feel like right now I’m at a point in my life where I just can’t handle to hear any more #horrible shit #like i don’t need to know details about crimes I avoid watching news because they’re- #fear mongering and actually playing stupid and any way I just don’t feel like hearing about heinous crimes serves me in any way tbh #like it’s good to be aware of injustice but I just feel like with things that I already know happen or are currently happening I don’t need- #to hear the most gruesome details of suffering #i like can’t handle it emotionally and It ends up disturbing me so badly #i feel so old like just I’ve reached a limit #online diary #*meant sensitive lol

[sttoru]

fav concubine trying to top but sukuna is... sukuna so he fucks her full nelson <3

𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. trying to show lord sukuna that you can indeed be on top of him in bed ends up backfiring almost immediately & results in you nearly passing out.

wc. 1.2k

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. size difference. full nelson position. degredation. objectification. mention of (almost) passing out. reader gets called ‘doll, little girl, woman.’ beta read? nope

“i can do it, my lord,” you huff stubbornly. you don’t know where you got the courage from to be so assertive tonight. maybe it’s because of sukuna’s earlier words—those mocking words that he uttered to get a rise out of you. or to see you scared, perhaps.

‘y’re gonna need to do a lot more to keep me entertained, doll. gonna get bored of ya if y’ don’t.’

the sentences repeat in your head like a never ending chant. on one hand, you know sukuna was simply trying to play with your emotions, but on the other hand, you’re afraid that there might be some truth to his words. so, you take up the challenge.

“y’ can’t do shit, little girl,” sukuna rolls his eyes as he sees you climb onto his lap. his thick thighs are spread, his broad back against the headboard of the bed.

he doesn’t even try helping you like he usually does, with his hands guiding your hips. if you’re stubborn enough to try and be on top of the king of curses out of all people, you’re going to get minimal help.

“yes i can,” you mumble with a sense of uncertainty in your voice. you’ve never really done any of this. you’re usually on the receiving end, having sukuna easily move and bend your body however he sees fit. you’ve never imagined being in his place, “just watch me, my lord.”

you’re desperate to please him. you’re scared to lose your position as his favorite. you let the words get to your head—just like sukuna expected. the fact that you’re so gullible makes him stifle a condescending laugh.

“all ‘m seeing is you struggling to ride me,” the tall man clicks his tongue and his eyes lazily watch your attempts to sink down on his two, hard and dripping cocks. the contact his leaking tips makes with your cunt is enough to make sukuna grunt.

he’s trying hard to not slam you down on him fully. he’s used to take control—too used to it. seeing you struggle to even start is making him impatient.

“i-i’ll get it eventually, my lord,” you hiccup, nervous because of the fact that you’re on top of such a huge man. he’s staring at you menacingly, all his arms crossed over his chest. your hips tremble as you slide one of his cocks into your warm pussy, both of you hissing at the direct contact.

you try to fit the other in the same hole, but you simply cannot handle it at the moment. his upper dick slips right out and bumps against your clit instead. you clumsily fumble with the same one, trying to make place for it in your cunt.

sukuna can’t hold it in anymore. having you clamping down on one of his massive cocks, his girth stretching your small canal to fit all of it to the base and your face contorting in both discomfort and pleasure is making him lose it. “this isn’t gonna work. need to fuck you properly, doll.”

you’re not even one minute in and he’s yanked your small body off his lap, forcefully turning you around until your back is pressed against his chest and your head is rolled back to rest near his shoulder. sukuna’s upper hands hold your legs up by the back of your knees. his bottom set of hands wrap around his cocks and pushes one through your sensitive cunt whilst he fists the other.

“fff— mhhh! my lord! nonono,” you tear up. partially because the sudden intrusion hurts your insides and the stretch is unexpected, but mainly because you’re scared that sukuna’s angry with you. you don’t wish to lose his interest in you, “i’m sorry, let me try again.”

the king of curses slaps your clitoris harshly after that comment of yours. “that a demand? foolish woman,” he scoffs and his hips thrust upwards against the fat of your ass. squelchy noises fill the chambers and spill outside of the room—it’s loud. the bed creaking is unmissable as well with how fast he’s pounding you.

sukuna bites into your shoulder and holds back his grunts like that. he’s relentless, drilling into your cunt so hard that you’re getting numb. your body is limp in his beefy arms and your rationality leaves your mind. you’re more than overwhelmed.

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” you whine and try to babble about something, but it’s all incoherent. you’re feeling lightheaded due to how much you’re taking of him. it feels amazing, soul ascending, but your emotions are in the way. even when you try not to show any attachment to the man you swore not to like.

sukuna ignores your pleas. his focus is on your slutty cunt swallowing every inch of his lower dick like its nothing. you’re used to it—he’s made you used to it—and somehow you’re still as tight as the first time. that and your submission to him is exciting. your adorable noises. the form of your body as it fits perfectly against his like you’re made for him.

you are made for him. your purpose is to please him, submit to him and give him what he deserves. that’s why he keeps you around.

“stop y’r whining,” sukuna grumbles. your knees are forced up against your ears and your tits are bouncing with each harsh thrust. “y’r a dumb fucking thing,” the king of curses presses down on the bottom of your stomach, increasing the pleasure for you, whilst also pleasing himself by knowing how deep you’re taking him, “do you think ‘m actually going to let you go?”

your eyes widen as sukuna picks up on your internal worries. you know there’s no hiding your feelings from him, even if you don’t talk about them to him. it’s like he can sense them. or see right through you with those piercing red eyes that leave you shivering for days.

“y’re too delicious to let go of. i don’t intend on letting anyone else get a taste of this pussy,” sukuna smirks and his tongue rolls out to lick your left ear. you gasp at the feeling and moan right after. you don’t try being quiet. you don’t care if anyone hears you. the reassurance was all you needed.

everyone around the estate knows you’re getting your guts rearranged by the same lord they serve. it’s the same routine every day.

“y’re mine,” sukuna grumbles and speeds up his thrusts until you’re seeing stars. you’re not sure if you can hold out for much longer. you can already feel your orgasm building up—and judging by sukuna’s tight grip on your thighs—he’s close to emptying himself deep inside you as well.

you try your best to keep up with everything, but your human mind can only focus on so much at once. you mumble some words in agreement as your head tilts to the side, your vision turning blurry and fuzzy, “all yours, m’lord.”

sukuna grins mischievously. he’s completely won you over. he’s got you wrapped around his finger. you’re easy, even if you think you’re the complete opposite. the skilled curse knows just what to say to make you all putty in his hands.

you’re gullible. easily manipulated. a perfect target for his mockery and teasing. that’s why he always has fun with you—whether it’d be in bed or not. his comment earlier was just to mess with you.

and expected, you walked right into his trap. you’re his favorite. his favorite to play around with. his favorite human.

“all mine. only mine.”

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[luvjunie]

earth 42 miles reaction to reader hanging up the phone on his face mid argument?

— facetime

pairing: e-42!miles (aged up) x fem!reader

contains: arguing, minimal cursing, slightly toxic behavior lol

summary: you love miles, but his overbearing nature is beginning to irritate you. the two of you get into an argument over it on facetime, and you snap at him and hang up the phone. wc: 1,537

a/n: ik the pic might not make sense regarding who hung up on who, but i like it so we finna pretend it does lol. miles/reader are only aged up for plot

“look mami, you not hearin’ me. i’m not tryna control you, i’m just saying maybe it would be best if-“

“that is literally you trying to control me.”

you cut miles off from another one of his mini tangents as you stared at him through the facetime call on your screen, so far beyond the point of caring to hear the same thing he’d told you a million times.

you loved your boyfriend with everything in you. honestly, you did. but in the last few months he’d grown to be so much more controlling than he was in the beginning, a result of his ridiculous need to protect you and it’s got your head spinning on your shoulders. you couldn’t do anything without him looming over you, and you’re fed up. it was suffocating, and you needed him to know that you could handle yourself.

you heard his voice come in again from your phone’s speakers.

“aight fine, if that’s what you wanna think, then that’s cool. but i don’t want you going out that late, chiquita, simple. ain’t no discussion.”

“alright, bro.” you sighed, and he tutted at you.

“i’m not your ‘bro’. don’t do that.”

while you knew your boyfriend only wanted the best for you, you didn’t really understand the extent to all these rules he’d given you. like no going to the corner store at night, having to keep your location on at all times, or having to send a picture of yourself when you’d gotten back into the house— so he could really make sure it was actually you texting him from your phone.

since then, you’d deemed it safe to assume that he most likely had immense trust issues, and that was why he acted so strangely, because any other reason for this kind of behavior seemed ludicrous to you.

miles had yet to tell you he was the prowler, that certain people had bounties on his head, which included anyone who may be involved with him, anyone he holds close to him. he saw everything that went on in this city— when night had fallen and the streets became far too dangerous of a place for a defenseless girl like you to be out in them. you had no idea the kind of people he dealt with, the things he’d seen, the things he had to do. he just didn’t want you to get hurt, but he wasn’t the best at expressing the sincerity of his words, and they often came out too rough, too harsh. it was the best he could do, he was trying to communicate effectively, he really was. but time and time again you’d failed to try and understand his pleas past the words spoken to you; to actually listen to them, and comprehend them, and not just listen to respond.

so, being you, you retorted like the stubborn girl you always were. the stubborn girl he’d fallen so helplessly in love with and was only trying to protect with his entire being.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him in disbelief. “look, you can’t tell me what to do, miles. i can do what i want.”

he didn’t hear anything that came from your mouth, because the expression on your face had completely distracted him from the conversation at hand.

“hol’ on, did you just roll your eyes at me?” his brow raised, daring you to answer that question with anything but a ‘no’.

what you responded with wasn’t necessarily a ‘yes’ per sé, but it definitely wasn’t any better.

“oh, so you wanna control my face now, too? dictating what i do with my life or the shit i say isn’t enough for you?” you challenged.

his head dipped back as he laughed, a deep, provoked laugh— though the both of you knew nothing was funny, and that this was always how he reacted before he actually got angry. laughing it off was a means for him to screw his head back on right, as if a warning to you to not push him too far, because anybody who spoke to him with this kind of gall just had to be joking.

he exhaled heavily, a hand scrubbing down his face.

“can’t lie, you talkin’ mad crazy right now, ma. i think you need to cool it with that.” he warned, corners of his lips turned into a forewarning leer. “ima let that lil’ shit you just said slide, cause i love you, and ion wanna hurt your feelings, but we done talking about this.” he decided, leaning forward to prop his phone back up on his desk before scooping his playstation controller back up into his hands.

“and watch your mouth.”

chin retreating towards your chest, you were taken aback at how quickly he decided for the both of you that the conversation was over, as if you had to agree with him, as if things were decided simply because he’d said so. and somehow, you found it in all your unbridled nerve to make things worse.

“yeah, you’re right. we are.”

thumb pressing to the red X, you hung up the phone, leaving miles to gape at the black of his screen with shock etched into his features. he waited for you to call back and tell him it was an accident, and sat there for a minute, leg bouncing to maintain what little patience he’d managed to cling onto during this entire ordeal. he swallowed his pride and called you back, only for the screen to read ‘facetime unavailable’ after just two rings. you declined it. squaring his jaw, he calmly nodded to himself, phone snatched up, jacket thrown on and controller tossed onto his bed— game forgotten about.

“bet.”

____

you were fuming after you’d hung up the phone, steam probably would’ve been puffing from your ears if something like that were possible outside of the cartoons. there was a tiny part—no, a huge part of you that knew you shouldn’t have hung up on him like that; that regretted it. a part that knew miles’ was genuinely trying his best to speak to you calmly in the way he’d learned how, specifically for you, when calm was something he rarely ever felt. but you couldn’t help your anger either, and figured a break from the conversation, and a shower to calm you down would do the both of you some good.

you sauntered out your bathroom after about twenty minutes, a towel tightly wrapped round your damp torso and a heavy, depleted exhale departing from your lungs.

you felt relaxed. the heat of the water had washed away most, if not all of your anger towards the situation and you sighed to yourself, ready to come back to the discussion with a level head, and to apologize to your boyfriend for snapping at him and ending the call so abruptly. it was rude of you, and honestly you hadn’t thought it through until you had already—

“you know, ion usually fuck with cats like that, cause y’all kinda freak me out. but you cool.”

the inner dialogue of your thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice, muffled through the shut door of your bedroom.

“what the fuck—“ you hurriedly started towards the door, hand barely remaining on the doorknob for a second as you flung it open, to see none other than your boyfriend, miles, sat in your desk chair with your cat, bella, in his lap.

he was leaned back, his large green puffer jacket still on, legs spread in his grey sweats. he looked very comfortable for someone who had just broken into a home.

“how the hell did you get into my house, miles?”

you stared at him unbelievingly, quickly shutting the door behind you. he was in no rush to lift his head to address you directly as he scratched the underside of bella’s chin with his pointer finger.

“window. you should really lock that.”

“even if i had, you would’ve picked it.” you argued.

“true.”

his eyes eventually met yours, and they gave you a drawn out once over, gaze following the drops of water that rolled down your skin. there was a hint of a smirk on his lips, and he almost forgot what he came here for. almost.

you felt your face heat up, grip tightening over your bath towel as you shifted on your feet, suddenly feeling flustered from the boldness of his gaze. so he looked away.

“let’s hope that shower gave your mama some of her sense back, huh?” he dipped his head down to address your cat in a sweet voice, before gently lifting her off his lap and placing her back onto the floor, only for her to drag her head and body along his calf with a purr. traitor.

he leaned back once more, hands patiently clasped between his open legs and head cocked to the side, twin braids swishing behind him when he did so.

“so wassup? you wanna try that conversation again?” with a brow raised he studied your features, as if he were silently challenging you to talk that same shit you did over the phone to his face.

“do you know what boundaries are?”

“nah, not really.” he admitted.

you swallowed, gesturing towards the open room for a reason you didn’t know why.

“can i at least get dressed first?” you cringed at how your voice sounded when you spoke, but the way he was looking at you had your mind reeling and you could only focus on one thing at a time— the argument long forgotten. to be honest, you don’t even recall what you had a problem with.

he shrugged. “sure, if that’s what you’d like.” arms crossing over his chest he spun around in your swivel chair, now facing the same window he’d come in through. “lemme know when i can turn around.”

you sighed.

this boy was going to be the death of you.

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