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I am consuming a media and you are going to hear about it

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it’s just me and my irrelevant blog against the world

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GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

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weird!akaashi headcanons

i like the interpretation that akaashi is lowkey weird af so here are some of my thoughts for akaashi nation. Short and sweet

If he needs something from you while you’re busy he’ll just stand behind you until you notice him instead of calling your name or tapping your shoulder to get your attention

Talks to himself a lot, not just thinking out loud either. Like full blown back and forth conversations

Cannot fix his face to save his life. He sees someone’s kids acting up in public and gives them this crazy side eye and won’t stop staring until you elbow him to stop

His socks are never matching

Loves silent films

Falls asleep to sciencey/philosophical YouTube videos. You often find him passed out on the couch with his phone dangling from his hand with a video titled something like “top 10 strangest deep space objects” still playing while he’s out cold

Has a shelf full of weird knick knacks and figurines he gets at thrift stores and antique shops

Along with his trinkets, he also likes buying clothes second hand. But he always ends up just getting tshirts with dad jokes/puns written on them

Sleeps like a corpse. Like flat on his back with his arms at his side. Blanket pulled up to his chin and he stays that way all night

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camboy!sukuna is a terrible roommate. you should've known better, especially after that first visit to his apartment. it was a disaster. even though he knew you were coming, he hadn't bothered to tidy up. the place was littered with empty pizza boxes, half-empty energy drink cans, and an absurd number of socks.

camboy!sukuna's rent, though, was undeniably cheaper than anything else you could find. it was a choice between this messy, chaotic apartment and having nowhere to sleep at all. you really didn't have much of a choice.

camboy!sukuna who constantly has women over. he doesn't even try to be discreet about it. the walls are paper-thin, and trying to sleep through the loud moans and the rhythmic banging of his headboard against the drywall is nearly impossible.

camboy!sukuna, when he doesn't have company at night, seems perfectly content to go solo. you can hear his groans and the muffled words that sometimes escape his lips. you can never quite make out what he's saying, but the low, vulnerable sound of his voice is enough to stir something in you.

camboy!sukuna who, you hate to admit, has you slipping your fingers past the hem of your pajama pants. it's a little mortifying, getting off to the sounds of your roommate pleasuring himself. but you can't help it. he's incredibly attractive—over six feet tall and built. if he's that big, what about his dick?

camboy!sukuna and those dirty thoughts won't leave your mind. you press a hand over your mouth; you'd be damned if you let him hear you. you close your eyes, pretending it's his cock you're clenching around, coming in sync with him, your sticky release spilling onto your sheets. you know he's climaxing, too, because you've noticed he gets significantly louder when he orgasms.

camboy!sukuna's door is open one day. he's not in his room, but in the shower down the hall. you had just needed to talk to him about something. you'd never actually been inside his room, only caught glimpses when he slipped in. he's not much of a conversationalist, for some reason, but he has no problem walking around the apartment half-naked.

camboy!sukuna who's bedroom you walk into, your curiosity getting the better of you. there's not much to it: a messy bedspread, some rock band posters on the wall, and a pile of clothes on the floor. not as bad as you expected, honestly. you're about to leave when you notice his laptop is open, and you squint at the screen.

camboy!sukuna who's screen reads livestream ended. you had no idea he was a streamer, and you certainly didn't know he was a porn streamer until you read the url of the site. shocked doesn't even begin to cover what you're feeling. your roommate's live stream was a camshow? he's a camboy? that same overwhelming curiosity takes hold of you, and you click on his stats.

camboy!sukuna who had almost 500,000 viewers tuned in to his latest stream. your eyes widen, your jaw dropping. stunned, you stumble backward, hitting the wall. (except it's not the wall. it's your six-foot-something, built roommate.)

camboy!sukuna watches you with amusement as you babble about needing more time on the rent, tripping over your words, your face burning. you're just trying to explain you're a little short on cash this month.

camboy!sukuna just grins, telling you he knows a good way for you to make a quick buck. his gaze drifts to the laptop, and yours follows. and because you're just a good roommate who doesn't want to delay her rent payment, you slowly nod.

camboy!sukuna who's right. this is a good way to make a quick buck. his viewers are enthralled, spamming him with donations, all wondering who this pretty girl he's fucking so passionately is. his head is buried in the crook of your neck, and your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer.

camboy!sukuna who fucks you so well the stream could never truly capture it. his strokes are deep and fast, almost desperate, as he chases his orgasm. his teeth sink into your shoulder, and he murmurs about how well you take him, how good you look on camera, how he can't believe he's never brought you on before.

camboy!sukuna has you cumming over and over again until you're dizzy and can't take any more. even then, he doesn't stop. he just keeps fucking his seed deeper into you. you're an overstimulated mess of tears and wet release, and he just might be in love.

camboy!sukuna who's looking at you with heart-eyes at the end, brushing hair out of your face, making sure you're okay. his fans realize he's completely smitten before he even does.

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sukuna loved to say “whatcha runnin from” whenever he knew you couldn’t handle it. your face smashed in the pillow while he fucked into you roughly. not a gentle bone in his hips as his balls smacked again your pussy, making your legs shake a little bit more. sex with sukuna was like a rollercoaster. it felt so good, the rush of everything- but in the end you would still scream, saying it’s enough knowing you wanted to ride it one more time. “tell me you love me precious” his rough hands rubbed your back deeping your arch. “l-love y-ya”

your brain was mushy just like your pussy. your nails clawing at his dark satin sheets trying to take some out, but it never helped; in fact it only made him go harder. angling his foot up to push his thickness down your hole more and more. every vein bumping against your gushy walls. cream seeping from where you both connected. “you love who?” this was all a game to sukuna, he loved getting on your nerves. “youuuuuhh fuck!” you ass cheeks clenched together, big silky white globs of cream making a messy on the pretty cock and sheets. grunting, sukunas balls scrunched, his dick jerked, and the smirk on his face only grew.

“don’t know a you baby” his pumps grew weaker but faster. him desperately trying to chase the high. your pussy opened and closed around him. your hiccuped moans making the moment so much pleasurable. and as you screamed his name, his cock filled your pretty pussy with all it had to give.

“i love sukunaa!”

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Zeke used the entire Marley military's budget to make the one and only 24-karat gold Raibubu.

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For my fellow JJK woman enjoyers

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c/w: mentions of dieting

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athletic trainer iwaizumi with an s/o who has a baking addiction. after your first few dates he invites you over to his place for the first time and you bring over a tupperware of chocolate chip cookies for him. and even though his cheat day was earlier in the week, he doesn’t have the heart to refuse your sugary gift. so obviously he has to try a cookie in front of you (and ruins his diet for the rest of the week bc the cookies are really good and you made them for him so of course he clears the whole container in just a few days)

as the weeks go on, you can’t help but share your hobby with him. baking brownies to share on movie nights, whipping up a quick chocolate bark to sneak into his lunchbox, even bringing him entire pies made in your spare time. slowly, hajime’s “cheat days” become nonexistent, as your baked goods find a permanent place in his eating habits.

eventually though, hajime has to put an end to your destruction of his carefully crafted diet. his self control has totally crumbled because of you, and he knows he needs to get a grip on himself. truthfully, his chest aches as he notices the frown that appears on your face for a split second when he tells you he has to lay off the sugar. you take it well though. after all, you understand how important fitness is to him and you can’t force him to eat anything.

and true to your word, you do tone it down a bit. until a week later when you show up at his door, a plate of cookies in your hands.

“i know what you said.. but ive been doing some experimenting, and these are sugar free. there’s some protein powder in there as well.”

his heart melts

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''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji refuses to wear glasses.

Warnings: MDNI! Suggestive content

Toji will refuse to acknowledge it, but it’s that time. It’s clear to anyone but him. He squints at every corner, you can’t even hand him a menu to read. He puts damn near a mile distance between him and whatever he needs to read. 

He needs it. It’s vehemently clear. He needs reading glasses.

“Toji, baby, I have a gift for you.” You hide the box behind your back, trying to play it off. He might need the reading glasses, but he’ll refuse the gift each and every time. Toji doesn’t like to admit that he’s getting older, even if that comes with the consequence of not seeing.

“Hmmm…? Gift?” You’ve piqued his interest. He furrows his brows, trying to decipher what you’re hiding behind your back. What could you possibly be holding in your hands?

“Promise me you won’t get mad.” You begin, holding out one hand, sticking out your pinky. Now he doesn’t like the sound of that. 

“What are you up to?” He asks, hesitantly sticking out his pinky. He enlaces it with yours before you show him the box. Immediately, he hates it because he knows. He snatches the box from your hands and tosses it. “I don’t need them.”

“Toji!” You yell, grabbing the box again. You open it, grabbing the glasses and attempting to put them on his face– A meek attempt when you’re up against Toji.

“No! No! I don’t need them!” He yells, trying to fight you off as you try to put them on him.

“Yes you do! I’m sick of this!” You yell back, and by a miracle, you succeed. You get the glasses on Toji, and you try to restrain his hands. He won’t take them off.

“I’m sick of you, woman! I don’t need these damn glasses!” He tries to argue, but you quickly look for something that will prove him wrong. Your eyes finally land on a magazine that lays around, and you try your best to grab it before he can take off the glasses.

“Read this!” You shove it in his face, and he shuts his eyes.

“No.” He refuses.

“Please.” You drag it out, trying to sound as sweet as possible. “New glasses means you can take a better look at the twins.”

“What twins– Oh.” The mood shifts, and Toji bites his tongue. He lets out a sigh before letting out a nod. “Fine.”

Except he tosses the magazine to the side. He doesn’t need a magazine to test them out. He lifts up your shirt to prove your point, and he cocks an eyebrow. He doesn’t like to prove anyone right, but perhaps this time you had a point.

“What do you think?” You ask, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“I’m never taking them off.”