#fuck why does my keyboard do that

[lost-my-sanity1]

okay but all three of them in tears. in fucking tears. all for three different reasons

he can't think of day as someone more than a friend. he tried. the fact that he tried and thought that if he can't think of day more than a friend then he should atleast let day have some 'happy' memory which was a total misjudgement from his part

he because the first part of the episode he spent in jealousy, the second in realisation, the third in acceptance AND the acceptance that maybe day is not his maybe day can never be his, and the fourth in mad jealousy and heartbroken cuz he saw his man kissing someone else and even more sad cuz day is sad

his confidence was already shattered but now it was a new low. he is seeing so many people feel pity for him and treat him good because he lost his vision. it took that for people to behave nicely to him. and his crush turned out to be a very nice bad person and he's lost. fucking lost and his only anchor now is mhok hopefully he doesn't feel pity for him

#why does my keyboard keep changing pity to poty #but yeah I'm fucking breaking #WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME P'AOF #last twilight

[waywardsalt]

i have planned to write a pseudo-essay or some kind of detailed look at linebeck in phantom hourglass and how he can be interpreted as autistic but thats not going very well right now so here are some autistic linebeck headcanons

He has low empathy and as such has a hard time responding very well to emotional situations, but he can take advantage of his lower empathy in situations where empathy could make things harder, like tending to wounds or rationally handling emotionally-charged situations

His coat is a comfort object and he made it specifically to act as a very slight accommodation; it’s heavy and barely lets any light through it, and he can keep all kinds of little things in pockets sewn into the inner lining, but larger objects do make it more uncomfortable to wear at times. It’s mostly good to carry around things to fidget or stim with and can be helpful in trying to recover from overwhelming sensory experiences

He doesn’t usually stim in public, but taps his fingers on tables quickly and tends to rhythmically snap his fingers when excited, and on his ship is more vocal and more willing to stim, even if around others. One of his main stims that he’ll do for no particular reason is that he’ll hold his arm or back of his wrist/hand up to his nose and mouth for the smell.

He masks frequently to please people. His default mask is that arrogant and brave front he puts up for islanders and other he may come across. Usually, if that mask doesn’t work, he tends to double-down because it usually works and, in his experience, dropping the mask has usually gone badly (non masking he’s rude and blunt but more outwardly excited about adventure and his ship and all of that, i consider it where overseas in the game is when he usually isn’t masking. this shifts his arc to be about him learning to stop masking and feel comfortable being himself)

His special interests could include stuff related to treasure hunting but it could really range from stuff about adventuring or the ocean or engineering (relating to his ship) to stuff not at all touched in the game like music. He really enjoys music, listening to it, playing it, and writing it. He also enjoys and is fascinated by shellfish.

When busy or otherwise occupied, he doesn't usually notice when he's hungry. He doesn't have as much of a problem noticing thirst or exhaustion, but feeling hunger is a problem for him, and often leads to him going a long time without eating. On the other hand, he doesn't mind eating the same thing repeatedly and is perfectly fine with blander foods, so handling food supplies for when he'll be overseas for a long time is easy for him.

He knows he's autistic, he's known for a pretty long time, and he has books on it; he also knows that Link is autistic, but doesn't say anything about it and instead waits until someone else tells him. Until (and after, I suppose) Link actually learns that he's autistic Linebeck just makes sure to keep note of what accommodations he might need and if there are any textures or tastes or smells he can't stand. He doesn't have much of a problem helping out during sensory overloads, even soon after meeting him. It's more out of understanding how it feels to not have your needs met and a sort of solidarity rather than actual friendship.

#loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #linebeck #OBVIOUSLY he experiences some nasty rsd and he's a bitch about it that's like. basically canon so i didnt mention it #a lot of linebeck’s autism is based and referenced off of my own with some extra additions #which is why i have an easier time writing him as autistic than link #kindness is a choice and having low or no empathy does not in any way make someone heartless but linebeck does abuse his own low empathy #to be a mean bitch with minimal emotional consequences #i think linebeck would call link a dipshit to his face and then not feel bad about it for like a few weeks until he starts caring abt him #linebeck stimming by smelling his arm is actually my main stim. its probably why i sit all fucked up bc i sometimes do it w/ my legs lol #the masking bit does kinda fuck some stuff up but i personally enjoy that take on him #one of his comfort objects is an old orange cat plushie named copernicus and if you know what that is specifically from thank you im sorry #linebeck being way into music has no canon backup i just like the idea of him playing piano and composing some form of his own theme #piano is a mad sensory experience btw i dont yet know how to really play it but when i did keyboard in pit it was a fantastic feeling #bangin' out the tunes. it was a really good sort of stim if i was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of the new tech and music too #salty talks #not entirely an autism headcanon but he thinks gender is a sham and less identifies as a man and more specifically considers #his gender identity to be 'real man of the sea' which is initially kinda silly but kind of a fucking gender move tbh #i dont think he's explicitly trans or nb he's just having fun fucking with his own gender and doing whatever he feels like doing #he isnt a man but he is a man. kind of like how im a dude but also not. yeah. #these were initally going to be call 'quick' headcanons but you can see why i uh. didn't end up going with that

[you-have-made-a-fatal-error]

need to shell out for a new laptop before the end of the year - for a lot of reasons but mainly bc support ending for win8.1 makes fixing the current beast rather pointless :/ (and. admittedly. there is a lot to fix. she's old and she has suffered.)

but my current beastie is from the last gen of laptops with a disc drive and the thought of using an external/usb disc drive is enough to make me cry tears of blood

#really though it is time to upgrade #and i hate to say it because she /runs/ fine it's all hardware issues w parts that can absolutely be replaced #but if i can't use it to run the programs i need then shelling out the money for those parts would ultimately be a waste #but also the fact that this machine that runs fine is no longer worth fixing bc some google-based bullshit just won't support win8.1 anymor #is ALSO a fucking waste & a pile of planned obsolescence bullshit! and i hate it! #but uh. even though she runs fine and she totally does. she does need. uh. #new keyboard (only 1/3 of keys work; currently use usb keyboard) #new trackpad ribbon cable (trackpad does not currently work; using external usb mouse) #new power button and connecting ribbon cable (turning it on involves opening it up and causing an intentional short-circuit every time.) #(a problem largely solved by simply never turning her completely off- except she also needs) #a new battery (current battery does not charge at all; machine needs to be constantly plugged in or it shuts down immediately) #...ok i might be the 'this is fine' dog about this #but i am still upset! that i will no longer have a disc drive inside my damn laptop. #that's the disc drive's natural habitat; that's where it should be; it's weird and offputting to have it connected via usb! #ack. why do tech companies fuck everything up. #and that's without getting into the way new devices offer less harddrive space so people will use the fucking cloud or whatever??? #yeah sorry no i'm not using your goddamn data mining corporate off-site storage i want to keep my shit on my own goddamn machine #go to actual hell if you're trying to sell me a pc with less than at least 500GB of storage i swear to fuck #...in essence you could say the whole process is leaving me rather grumpy

[batemanofficial]

will somebody please come spray me with a spray bottle like a cat every time i tab over to my email bc i am constantly thinking abt putting in my two weeks

#speak friend and enter #hate this job!!!! not to sound like a broken record but i do hate it!! #my boss fucked up my taxes so now i can't clock in until she fixes it #so im just kinda here twiddling my thumbs (but with the full intent to charge her for a full day) #and i have nothing to do bc im done w the projects she had me working on earlier #but she just emailed me to say 'stop having me check your work. im too busy' JUST AFTER she told me 'why don't you have me check your work. #like. does she prefer whipped cream cartridges or keyboard cleaner when she does whippets bc SOMETHING is killing her braincells

[arodrwho]

also GOD my BOSS wants me to PRESENT SOMETHING during a MEETING as a stupid STRETCH GOAL. like ma'am. please. i'm dying here

#also she's continued her longstanding habit of telling me what she thinks my face has just done #she thought i rolled my eyes when she said i should do that. and i was like i didn't! i wouldn't do that! #she was like well your eyes went here then here then there #and i'm like. boss. i was looking away not in annoyed exasperation but in mild panic #it's fucking stupid like #my job does NOT require verbal communication skills. or presentation skills. or leadership skills #i'm not in a management position i'm not in a client-facing position i am JUST a little monkey banging on a keyboard that's it #i wasnt hired for my social skills i was hired for my fucking attention to detail #let me fucking play around with google sheets all day and leave me ALONE #thats what you pay me for why are you so OBSESSED with my social skills & lack thereof like christ #she saw me get embarrassed & panic & lose my words in ONE meeting when i was addressed unexpectedly and she keeps bringing it up #and it makes me want to scream #and now she wants me to do what would be - for me - basically a therapy exercise #this woman is not my therapist shes my BOSS #and again theres no fucking reason i should have to work on Speaking To People bc my job doesnt REQUIRE it #it's STUPID #i hate it here it makes me wanna quit

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

I totally, definitely, really want to dislike this song. I hate the way it's sung (are you Joan Jett? No? Then STAHP, PLEASE. I am actually saying Joan Jett could cover this well, btw, and also make it sound far, FAR more interesting than this), but the inspiration for it is so interesting, and dare I say it, the lyrics are the least bad on basically the whole album? I feel like it has substance that the rest of the album could not summon if you buried it in the dirt and poured water on it (and exposed it to sunshine, etc.).

I mean, is it just me, or is almost any song that a cishet white man writes about a woman from her point of view guaranteed to be more interesting than almost anything else he writes (seemingly ever)? I'd love for that not to be true, but I personally find that to be true a lot. And maybe that's why I can't fully permit myself to hate this song, as much as it bugs me (vocally, mostly, although musically I think it could be better, too - it sounds pretty disjointed), because it intrigues me more than it bugs me. I am definitely self-conscious about admitting that, though, but oh well.

#music #this song definitely has way too much synths/keyboard or whatever the fuck they are. #(I also hear an organ tbh but like...not a real organ. because you can tell when an organ is real. lol whatever it is it's not good. :( ) #whatever it is/they are it's ALL OVERWHELMING and buries like anything interesting about this song musically #and imo it needs to be more background to everything else but I also don't think any of it is necessary to this song anyway #which is ALSO why I think Joan Jett could do such a badass cover of this. it would NOT be boring or I'll eat my hat. #btw if like me you don't know anything about The Dynamite Lady (nickname for Allison Bly) you should follow that link I added - #it's an article about her that's really interesting actually and she's funny! I wonder what she does now. #Spotify

[balteus]

i love krita as a concept but by god if it doesn't have several of the most brain dead stupid moronic idiotic fucking UI design decisions known to man

#why is your zoom by default only positive. morepver why the fuck does it work like that. why are your stabilizers not only painfully weak #but they're also insanely taxing on performance that already has no right being as bad as it is #like. i work on a cintiq i cannot be moving to my keyboard every 5 seconds what kind of digital artist do you think does that #i tried starting an animation project in it but godddd why are you like this

[snailfen]

me playing a horror game/watching horror content at any time of day (including nighttime): ahaha yippee!!! lalalallalalala(skipping and frolicking) hoo hoo ^_^ hehehe

me when i hear any normal sounding phone alarm or perhaps notification sound when its nighttime:

#IT SCARES ME SO FUCKING BADLY!!!! FOR NO REASON. WHATS UP WITH MY BRAIN MAN WHY DOES THIS SCARE ME SO MUCH #sorry i just heard my keyboard piano make an unnatural sound through its speakers while i was playing and. i am not brave enough to go back #into the room its in. GIFTDUFYFSHFIGYTDIYF #i genuinely do not know why this scares me so bad hello. help me #mossball.txt

[boydykedevo]

I don’t consciously headcanon that many characters as having anxiety, but I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic without accidentally giving it to one of em

#it’s not even projection #it’s just me failing to remember my experiences are not universal #GAH KEYBOARD STOP SENDING TAGS BEFORE IM DONE TYPING #there was supposed to be a lmao at the end of that #but I’m not typing it all up again >:( why the fuck does it keep doing this #icarus is talking

[gazingatmydoom]

the four words that will always fuck me up while learning japanese are 下がる、下げる、上がる、and 上げる. they're verbs, and mean (in order): to be lowered, to lower, to be raised, and to raise. and romanized: agaru, ageru, sagaru and sageru. like come the fuck on man. come the fuck on

#actually just fucking with me here #i'm hoping making this post will help me remember this better #as doing that usually does #nothing helps more when learning new words than using said words #which is also why i really need to learn how to type korean on my stanky english keyboard. #doomer stuff

[ereh-emanresu-tresni]

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#it's also fairly annoying constantly seeing people treat ai as like a binary event horizon deal #like ok you think chatgpt's illegitimacy is fundamental rather than a matter of its implementation? it wasn't developed out of nowhere #so hope you also demonize like swipe keyboard and autocorrect/suggest because it's essentially just the extremely fancy version of those #ai art's? cool take any digital pieces that used bucket fill/smart snap lasso out of your portfolio then let alone ones w procedural filter #idk fam i am just extremely fed up w these debates on my dash esp w the constant throwing of programmers' labor under the bus in all this #like say what you will about whatever rando throws 'a new van gogh piece' into a prompt box but how about we don't devalue the incredibly #complex thought and work behind theorizing and applying statistical models into fully operational form as some soulless farce actually #'they shouldn't be automating creative labor when they could be automating the manual' they're not automatons with no interests/preferences #why should you be getting to do creative rather than manual labor then? #why does your skillset's profitable demand deserve protection but manual laborers' can get fucked? #change is often terrifying for the imaginable and actual harms it may do you #but it is nonetheless inevitable and adaptation will generally be infinitely more effective than reactionism #for later reference

[yuitoru]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐒.𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

🌀 — streamerbf! satoru gojo x fem! reader | 🌀 ft — fluff, angst(?) | 🌀 cw — swearing, satoru cant pull to save his life, mentions of death threats |

s.gojo streamer!au - the first time you make an (accidental) appearance on satoru's live stream

"that guy is definitely cheating!!" satoru groaned in frustration as he ran his hands through his fluffy white hair, grimacing down at the now loading screen in front of him. the neon lights from his monitor shone onto his face, the brightness clearly way too high but he always refused to change it - as he squinted to read the influx of comments in the live comments of his stream, a certain few caught his eye.

fushtoji : 'this guy actually sucks.'

kamo_choso : 'dead game tbh'

a small scowl almost instantly formed on his face, his eyes narrowed as he stared dead at the screen. "firstly, i do not suck! that was one bad round!! and second, fortnite is not a dead game. its in its redemption arc and you know it," satoru huffed, his face resembling a pouty toddler. he spun in his chair to look over to where you where sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through your phone. "can you believe this?? my own viewers are bullying me!!"

meg_gumi : 'oh great hes talking to himself.'

yuujiii : 'is someone there?'

"i am not talking to myself! fucking hell, whats with everyone taking the piss out of me today..." satoru said with a sigh, looking over at you with a pout. "babyyyy, make them stop..!!" he whined, dramatically hanging his head in his hands. you laughed softly, sending him a small smile before going back to your phone - however, your laugh had been just audible enough for it to be picked up by satoru’s mic, resulting in a rapid increase in his live chat comments.

user19899 : ‘wait is someone acc there??’

phantom08 : ‘it sounded like a girl..’

fushtoji : ‘dont tell me this guy actually has a gf.’

satoru glared at his camera before groaning and rolling his eyes, a whiny tone in his voice as he huffed. "why is it so hard for you all to believe that i have a girlfriend??! honestly im hurt..."

ryokuna : 'negative rizz.'

"i dont see why youre talking after your girlfriend just broke up with you, sukuna!" satoru mocked, sticking his tongue out before spinning back around on his chair to face you again. he opened his arms for you to come cuddle him, as one of his hands reached towards his keyboard to disable the camera. you slid off of his bed and walked towards him, before sitting down on his lap and cuddling into his chest. satoru pressed an attack of kisses against the top of your head, his hands roaming up and down your back. what the two of you were unaware of was the fact that satoru hadnt turned off his camera, instead only muting the stream, meaning that both your face and the way you were curled up in his arms were visible to the entire stream - over 20k people, at least.

fushtoji : 'oh shit he does actually have a gf.'

gojoswhore : 'WHAT NO WAY'

meg_gumi : 'this guy out of everyone???'

the two of you stayed how you were, completely oblivious to the fact that your relationship had just been exposed to his whole fanbase, and that the news would practically spread like wildfire. after a few minutes, you shuffled a bit in satoru's arms, trying to get comfortable, but his monitor caught the corner of your eye, causing your face to drop in shock. satoru followed your gaze, eventually locking with his own eyes from his screen, as he realised what had just happened. he scrambled forwards to cover your face and turn off his camera, letting out a groan as he looked at you.

"shit, baby, 'm so sorry.. i honestly didnt realise," he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. he knew that you would eventually be shown on camera to meet his fans, but not this soon, and not like this. you two had just been shown in a private moment - something that satoru didnt want his audience to see. he looked up at you with an apologetic expression, before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

the chats had already started rolling in, with thousands of people commenting on your relationship, your appearance... it felt awful, like the entire world was now watching every single one of your movements and all having their own things to say about it. you couldnt have been on camera for more than a minute or two, but the chat was flooded with people's thoughts.

user38384 : 'shes pretty, but nothing special tbh'

kikio001 : 'kinda expected more from gojo'

miko3 : 'i think shes rly pretty, whats w the hate???'

mods had already started stepping in and removing the rude commenters, but the damage had already been done. people had seen your face for the first time, and were assuming all sorts of things about you. satoru noticed your downcast expression, and leaned forward to reach his keyboard, before unmuting himself, not bothering to turn the camera back on.

"if you are already commenting shit about my girlfriend, who you dont even know, and wont get to know the way i do, then youre honestly just a pathetic excuse for a human. show some more damn respect, its not hard to be a good person," and he ended the stream right there. wiping away any stray tears that had collected in your eyes, satoru smiled down at you before lifting you into his arms and standing from his chair, before carrying you back towards his bed and setting you down. he quickly slipped under the duvet with you, bringing your body into his chest as he sighed softly. "dont worry, baby.. ill sort this all out, okay? you dont have to ever come back onto the stream if you dont want to. i love you, pretty."

his gentle words, as well as his soft embrace, slowly lured you into your exhaustion - you were on the brink of sleep when you felt satoru press a feather-light kiss to your head, and that was the last thing you remembered before you fell asleep, completely safe and protected from all the harsh comments in satoru's arms, and that was the way that it would always be.

© yuitoru™ — dont copy, plagiarise, repost, modify and/or translate my works

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo x you #jjk gojo x y/n #jjk satoru gojo #jjk satoru gojo x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru

[mayamarvil]

do you think dick is ever just shocked at how technologically advanced the newer robins suits are? like when it was just him and bruce it was just straight up spandex that alfred bought from like some fabric store and DIYed for them. and now there's new robins that have like mini computers in their suits and dick's like ??? you could do that????

jason: *falls down like five storeys* dick: oh whoa little wing! you good? you know that spandex isn- jason: *already picking himself up and dusting himself off* dick: what the actual fuck?? how are you standing??? jason: oh? Yeah the suit is made out of like a ploy carbon kevlar so it doesn't hurt too bad dick: you mean it's not spandex?!? jason: no? that's so unsafe, why would anyone do that?

dick: okay we'll just have to get into the main building and hack into the computer tim: oh i already did that dick: ??? when? we literally just entered the building like five minutes ago tim: oh the ai in the suit just hacked into the computer for us while we were trying to break in. i mean we didn't even have to enter the building but you really looked excited so... dick: what?! you know back in my day we actually had physically hack into computers, with like a keyboard

damian: *bleeding from a stab wound* dick: we have to get you back to the cave! damian: tt cease your worrying grayson! the suit has already began its first aid protocols dick: your suit does first aid?! dmaian: just the basics. did your suit not do that? dick: no???? bruce literally ran around with bandaids and gauze all the time

#batkids #batfam #bat family #batman #batfam headcanons #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #robin #dc robin #nightwing #dick 'back in my day' grayson #maya marvil

[slvttyplum]

𐙚⋆.˚ distraction| choso kamo

synopsis: you’re not being so good but choso still gives you what you’re craving.

contents: bimbo!reader, nerd!choso, smut.

choso adjusted himself in his chair, looking at the bright computer screen, numbers shinning off the glass, and squinting at the bright words and numbers.

his hand sliding over to his mouse, the arrow nowhere to be found. he shakes the mouse a couple of times, then lifts it up, turning it around.

the red light not there, looking over at you on his bed with your legs thrown behind you, kicking your feet.

then looking down at the outlet beside the desk and seeing a phone cord snaking to his bed and the mouse cord on the floor.

shaking his head, he lets out an aggravated sigh before getting up, unplugging the lamp cord, and plugging up his mouse.

“heyyy! i needed that.” you whine out, turning around on the bed quickly, looking at him. he looks at you, then back at the computer, shaking the mouse.

“you can’t get both things; it’s either the lamp or the charger.” he mutters out, not wanting to even converse at the moment.

you begged and begged and begged to come over, and he finally lets it happen because... it’s you, but all you do is create chaos and whine.

yeah you were cute, but what else? what the hell was he thinking? you’re his girlfriend of 3 years, for fuck sake; get it together, choso.

you jump out of bed, tossing your phone on the mattress, and walk behind choso, leaning over his shoulder and squinting at the screen.

his hands are working on the keyboard and mouse so fast, which is impressive. your mouth in the shape of an “o” holding your arm out and tapping the screen.

“what does that mean?” you coo still squinting; squinting doesn’t automatically make things make sense.

choso sighs, grabbing your wrist and rolling his chair out, pulling you towards him. his legs spread out.

grabbing your hips and placing you into his lap roughly, a headache entering his head. you were distracting.

“why can’t you just be a good girl and stay out of the way?" his voice was deep but soft, and his dark eyes looked directly into your big ones.

a pout on your mouth when he says those words, what? you were just asking a question: what had him so tight today?

“i am; telling me to stay out of the way isn’t nice.” his eyes sliding off of yours and turning the chair back to the computer screen, sliding into the desk.

“what way do you want me to put it?” his voice low, removing his hands from your hips and putting them back on the keyboard, clicking away.

as he clicks away, your eyes scan the side of his face, and you move back and forth on his lap. so pretty, you thought to yourself.

he washed his hair a couple of hours ago, so his dark locks were a little frizzy, the glow from the computer illuminating his glasses.

a smile appearing on your face as you reach your hand out, cupping his jaw and rubbing his cheek with your thumb.

“my pretty boy.” you whisper, still lightly moving on his leg, a little more intensely now.

choso’s eyes are still fixed on the computer screen, but he can feel you moving, your core digging into his thigh, and his typing getting slower.

little affirmative whispers slipping out of your mouth as you’re dazed out, fixed on the beauty in front.

you’re so into your own thoughts, not noticing the pool of arousal set beneath your panties, choso could feel it all, though.

the little heartbeat your pussy has pulsing on him, and you practically shaking and dazing out, making him hard.

your hand mindlessly traveling to the middle of the thighs, rubbing your aching core, his beauty unmatched.

“baby.” choso whispers out, not sure what to do. on one hand, he wanted to bend you over the desk and fuck you, but on the other, he didn’t want to bother you.

a tiny lump sliding up your throat and coming out a moan, your eyes watering from you not blinking, pleasure building up between your legs.

you didn’t reply, just small whispers to yourself about how good he looked, a little drool peeking out the side of your mouth.

your fingers digging into your clothed pussy, as your eyes go in and out trying to make out his face.

the grip on his jaw loosens as the pleasure between your thighs gets more and more achy.

“do you need help?" choso says, his voice dropping to a whisper as he begins to shake his leg, the vibration and bounce sending you to mars.

your knees hitting together as you get overwhelmed with pleasure, his eyes darting to you and the screen in front of him.

pathetic, on his thigh, whimpering and moaning like a puppy. he couldn’t just let you continue like that.

his hands sliding off the keyboard and onto your hips, one of his hands sliding down to your leg, bringing it to the other side of him.

now you’re on his lap, face him, his bulge pushing into your aching heat, the pulsing only getting faster.

“i’m at your service... use me.” he couldn’t even get the last words out before you fumbled over his sweatpant strings and pulled them down, popping out his length.

pre-cum sliding down his shaft as you prop yourself up, lining up with him as you bring your shorts and panties to the side.

not wasting any precious seconds to slip them off.

his tip grazing your pussy.

choso’s hands are firm on your hips as you wobble, trying to line yourself up, and his eyes are directly on yours.

finally lined up correctly, you waste no time pushing down all the way onto his cock; your slick wall’s instantly clamping onto him.

a sharp moan sliding out past choso’s lip, his eyes squinting rather than opening, your arms wrapping around his neck, and your face in the crook of his neck.

“so… mm good.” you moan out into his neck, choso looking behind you and sliding into his desk more, removing his hands from your hips and putting them on his keyboard.

“yeah? tell me how good you feel.” he grunts out, typing on his keyboard, your body going up and down from his peripheral, trying to focus on the screen.

the keys bouncing up and down with the rhythm you were going, his mind losing thought but trying to concentrate.

he couldn’t win for losing; even when you were in his lap, you needed more and were never satisfied with what he gave you.

the pleasure erupting inside you was too much, yet you needed more. his fingers were still bouncing on the keys like you were bouncing on his dick.

“i feel so good... mm, just deep.” you say, not being able to make out any more words at the moment.

his glasses moving as your body is pushing up against him, the grip around his neck getting tighter, but he’s not budging.

tiny moans releasing out past your lips one after another, the intense pleasure choso was filling was so much he needed to focus.

give you what you wanted and get his work done.

his fingers jolting every time he presses the key, his body getting hotter and his head getting fuzzy, your whimpers sliding through his ears.

“can you be a good girl and quiet down for me? hm?” his words are coming out softer than before, and your ass is coming down on his lap harder.

his dick curving hitting your weak spot, your body clenching up, your walls firm around his cock.

your hand covering up your mouth, trying to quiet down, slowly lowering your hand, and pushing your body down again.

“yes… mm, sorry... feels so good.” you whine out, the pleasure getting so intense you’re sure to explode.

“don’t be sorry, baby; this is all you know.” he mutters the last part, knowing you would get upset; he didn’t mean it in a malicious way.

lump after lump getting caught in your throat the more you try to hold down your moans, your eyes watery from how hard you were covering your mouth.

your pussyclenching into his dick, squeezing his tip so hard, he found himself mindlessly moaning and getting blurry eyes trying to focus.

the more you clamp down on him, the closer you get to a knot with a thousand butterflies swarming around your stomach.

your body was moving on its own; you were only receiving the pleasure from his big dick carving into you.

leaving his shape, imprint, and cum behind inside you, just as you liked it. being used by him and him only.

he “mm m cum.” you whine out, trying to let out the words you were going to cum, but the little words you knew got shadowed out by the pleasure.

his dick twitching and pulsing inside of you, the waves of pleasure flowing through both of your heated bodies.

a quiet, muffled moan sliding past your lips as you thrust down one final time, clamping around his dick.

choso’s eyes squinted shut as his fingers hestitated going to the next key, his dick pulsing and pumping cum into you.

“i want your cum.” you whine out, your head snuggling into his neck with comfort as you feel his seed slowly trickle out of you.

“i know you do pretty girl... i know.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #x reader #choso #choso x you #choso smut #jujutsu choso #choso x y/n #choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #bimbo!reader #nerd!choso

[sluttywonwoo]

So wonwoo likes to sleep naked eh… that’s um, useful information

you’ve had hundreds of sleepovers with your best friend, that’s why you don’t think anything of it when you slip into bed beside him— only to feel his bare hip brush up against yours.

you hadn’t told him you were coming over, hadn’t announced yourself when you slipped into his room, hadn’t thought you needed to. mingyu, his roommate, let you in without a word when he saw the state you were in, jerking his head in the direction of wonwoo’s room before disappearing into his own.

you figured your best friend must still be awake, likely hunched over his keyboard with his noise canceling headphones blocking out the world. but his room is dark when you enter and you can hear him snoring softly.

you smile to yourself and set your bag on his desk chair. you had been looking forward to talking to him, looking forward to the advice he’d give you (that you probably wouldn’t take) when you told him about the new shitty guy you’re seeing, but that would have to wait. for now, you’ll settle for crawling into bed with him and praying for rest.

only, now you know you won’t be getting any sleep any time soon.

what the fuck are you supposed to do? try and sneak back out? what if he wakes up? and it’s not like you can stay. that’ll only make it weirder.

“hm, what time is it?”

you freeze, hoping he hasn’t noticed you lying right beside him, even though the fact that he’s speaking out loud implies that he knows you’re there. his brain takes a second to catch up, though, and then he’s scrambling to rip the comforter from your grasp to cover himself— even though you couldn’t see anything before anyway.

“what the fuck are you doing here?!”

“mingyu let me in!”

“i didn’t ask how you got in, i asked why.”

“i… couldn’t sleep at my place.”

he softens at that. “nightmares?”

you shake your head. “it just felt… wrong.”

he nods even though you’re sure he doesn’t understand. how could he understand?

“i keep telling you not to let them sleep over,” he mumbles. “they always leave weird energy behind.”

so maybe he does get it.

“i’m sorry,” is all you offer.

he’s the one to shake his head this time. “you know you’re always welcome here. just, send a guy a text next time?”

you snort. “what, you don’t want to wake up naked in bed with your best friend?”

“i never said that,” wonwoo clarifies. your smile wanes as you process what he’s implying. “i’d just rather her also be naked.”

#back to edging you guys #answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut

[yousaytomato]

fighting for my life trying to search for something on a smart TV using nothing but the sticky d-pad on a remote control and an unresponsive 5 by 5 grid of the alphabet.

going on a days long, gruelling journey to figure out how to erase a single letter or create a space.

answering the sphinx's riddles in order to actually see the search results without deleting everything I typed.

#am i stupid or does this process fucking suck for everyone #every single app is different and terrible in their own unique way #they all have that special quirk that makes the UI unusable in a way unique to them #i know this is the most first world of first world problems but FUCK #we HAVE a universally recognised keyboard layout. we already HAVE THAT #we ALL know it. I'm using right now infact!! #you actually DON'T have to design it from the ground up ?? #the alphabetical thing gets me the most. and even then. if they all used the same grid layout I'm sure I'd learn it but they DON'T #WHY WOULD THEY #i don't have a remote that could even do this but if you think im talking to my remote you can get fucked also #woes of emily #sorry i just watched a weird movie and I'm experiencing every human emotion all at once and it's also 1am