#but that was all sorts of fucked yo

[certifiedsportslesbian]

That race was so crazy oh my god

#super fun though #apart from what happened with Pierre #thank god he’s alright #but that was all sorts of fucked yo #but a crazy race #so far my f1 experience has been a little boring #I’ve only been watching since March and I was out of the country and couldn’t watch for a good part of the summer #then there was the summer break #so I haven’t seen too many races #but they’ve all been pretty boring #this race was so fun they should be more like this #aside from Pierre almost hitting the tractor #and Charles losing his position at the end of the race #that broke my heart a little #f1 lb

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Danny saving Villians because he doesn’t want them as ghosts in his realm.

“I aint letting you bring that into my house nuh uh”

#thats it tumblr post it #danny phantom #idk what au this could be fore #I just put an e in for might be time to exit the shower #as ghost king it would cause so much of a headache to deal with them #like hes got to rehabilitate them probably and thats so much work #plus the paper work that comes with people who have killed a lot. #yes this is ghost king #r we not all on the ghost king train? #danny saves like idk some sort of villian and is like ‘’get yo shit together before you die’’ #what the fuck else do you do when the king of all the dead saves your life and tells you to clean up your act or else it’s a time out #who knows what a ghosts timeout is #people be like ‘’welp death said I gotta do better before I die so I better’’ #idk im so tired at this point but still have three hours to go #pogo lol #boingt boingy boingy #goodnight everybody hahahaha

[softobytwt]

everyone else either has some unresolved trauma or conspiracy or mysterious disappearances while this guy is completely fine and well what a chad

#orange addison #i need to draw them more #no but really it’s so fucking funny #all of their friends have some sort of dark secrets or something but this lad doesn’t #like #you know about spamton already #blue definitely has trauma related to the garbage noise #yellow is nowhere to be seen until after the NEO fight #and don’t get me started on pink. this bastard is so fucking weird with his ties to snowgrave and grudge against spamton #while orange is just there. chilling #toby art yo #deltarune #utdr #no thoughts only ads (addisons tag) #addisons #deltarune addisons #dr #fanart

[daminini]

what does it say about me that i am more attracted to captain stacy than miguel

#im sort of surprised that theres 0 commotion abt him online #i get miguels appeal but he's such a fucking loser im sorry #grown ass man beefing with a 15 yo who literally brought you an empanada and called you uncle #yes stacy is a cop🤢but we all have our flaws #& the fact that he quit so that he could support gwen<33 #idk he just does something for me

[arnie-cunningham-official]

Upon its release, the film grossed $21 million at the US box office. The film received mostly positive reviews from critics and has since become a cult classic.[3] A remake is in development.

my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined

#christine 1983 #fucking hell why do they have to ruin everything good #but on another note. if a reboot is to be made. #personally I would like it to go more the''maybe Christine is a normal car and Arnie is just acting up'' route #but. I am sacred they may go the book rute #which. I haven't read the book. it might be good. I wouldn't know #but yeah. I don't really vibe with the whole ''Arnie isn’t doing shit and he’s just possed'' thing I’m told the book has going on #because. the movie gave me an impression that it could be about stuff like #you know. getting back control of your life. sort of (? #like Arnie did everything his parents told them to and buying Christine was the first time he did something for himself #and when his parents tried to take her from him. he stood up and keept her #also that’s when he adopts a more ‘’rebellious tenager persona’’ #there’s also this other thing where Arnie might be queer. and his whole douche greaser act is like. an over compensation of masculinity #and this OTHER thing. where his and Christine's relationship kinda sorta looks like grooming. to me at least #ok ''the car is a groomer'' sounds crazy but hear me out #this 17 yo meets the villain by pure chance and immediately decides he likes them even tho everybody in his life tells him is a bad idea #(also that villain is too old. that seems relevant) #he gets whit villian as a ''fuck you'' to his controlling parents #start spending all his time with villain causing him to distance from his loved ones and has brutal change of personality thanks to villain #has a lot of people trying to separate them and that only makes him react violently (and double down) #just to ultimately die because of his obsession with villian #(I mean. I'm no expert but that does look sus) #well. maybe I didn’t explain myself very well. but this IS a really interesting movie as it is #and all of that would be lost if the movie is just ''ghost obsessed with car possesses random dude to drive the car again'' #but even if they don’t go there. there’s no guarantee the movie is gonna be good. you know? #but. as I said. idk #my insane ramblings #talking tags

[cherry-shipping]

goddamn i gotta figure out what the hell my horrortale self insert does in the underground. i know everything about their life before that and HOW they get there but i have no idea what the fuck they do once theyre actually DOWN there

also i ran out of tags im saying this here as an addition so you know why they just sorta end abruptly. lol. everyone say thank you to my habit of talking in the tags cause i dont want people to see the shit i say

#cherry chats #i wrote down all their rich lore i dont think i ever posted it and i doubt i ever will #not cause i dont wanna in fact its the opposite but itd basically be a huge trauma dump and theres not a person on earth whod wana hear that #and i also wouldnt wanna subject anyone to that cause its not really their problem lol #not that i mind talking about it or whatever. but still itd put whoever this theoretical person im tellin it to in an uncomfortable position #so eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ bottom line is evil shit hospital -> escapes and is chased up the mountain -> jumps down a big hole lawl #but anyway i have no idea what the fuck they do once theyre down there #i mightve said this already but theyre really resilient towards the conditions down there? theyve never eaten real food and they dont feel #hunger (arfid yo 👍) so if you tried to give them proper food theyd be like. i dont know what to do with this ? #and theyre used to the cold cause of how shit that goddamn hospital was so even when theyre going through snowdin barefoot theyre like. #ok this is fine ^_^ #theyre also used to physical pain and also theyre on 800 different messed up meds so if they get hurt that hardly bothers them #its like. a numb sort of pain. like the phantom pains you get when you get injured or killed in a dream #they also think sans is really funny even when he tries to get under their skin with morbid humor #their whole existence is basically morbid so theyre just like hehehe ^_^ your funny #BUT NONE OF THAT EXPLAINS WHAT THE HELL THEY DO IN THE UNDERGROUND!!!!!!!!! #i guess for starters theres no way theyd ever wanna go BACK to the surface so jot that down #i guess. maybe since they wouldnt have access to the medication and drugs theyre always on theyd change? #i think theyd go from a foggy detached empty dissociative state to being actually AWARE for once #after theyve been there for a little while maybe theyd even start. brace yourselves. FEEL things #like uh. emotions. and stuff like that #so instead of an empty miserable shell theyd be able to experience excitement or curiosity. or the human emotion called friendship #do they……… live with sans and papyrus? thatd make the most sense i guess #also thats the only place theyd be safe from being eaten alive lol #i guess they could live with toriel? maybe they go back to the ruins after theyve escaped #but then they couldnt hang out with sans and papyrus as much. and thats lame #maybe they live with the skelebros under the guise of being some sort of weird. pet or something #ummm. nah……. thats weird #ok so i guess i dont know what the hell my self insert does in the underground only how they change when they grt there. whatever #its not like im a WRITER. i dont know all this stuff what do you thinj i am omniscient????

[igayorhm]

Idk man there’s something deeply wrong with the fact that society tells retail and food service employees to simply “grow up and get over it” when customers treat them like shit instead of telling people that they need to treat workers like human beings. 

#just putting that out there #kinda fucked up #also pretty shitty that you have to put up with all sorts of verbal abuse from customers #but the moment you open your mouth yo defend yourself #you might end up losing your job

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

.

#i am just. so emotionally exhausted about this friend group implosion and i haven't even talked to the person who it all started with #those of us who are sticking together were talking about it and how our formerly mutual friend used to handle certain topics yesterday #and then today that whole thing with the fic theft (I think i've mentioned that here before but whatever) was still tickling my brain #as it has literally every day since it happened #I was like 'yo fam can i rant about something else that [name] did that i'm upset about but can't talk to them about' #and they're all like fuck yeah spill it #so i explained what happened with that fic #AND THEY ALL CHIMED IN THAT HE DID IT TO THEM TOO #they all had very similar experiences with him that eventually led to not sharing new fics with him #or even talking about characters with him cause he thought he knew better for the characters #even though us writers found the subject matter to be cathartic; like hurt/comfort or angst- that sort of stuff #but he'd be like 'oh that's so dark i'm adopting this character and i'll give them a better life' #he actually said that to one of my friends #and yeah he rewrote one of my fics and then posted it on ao3 without asking me #so now i'm even more upset about this #he hasn't talked to me about this whole situation yet and i don't really want to be the one to bring it up first #i dread the day he decides to talk to me #but for now i'm just. not talking in his discord server #those of us that sided with the guy he blocked and publicly declared they weren't friends anymore have started a new server #and it feels much more chill. i never really realized how much it felt like walking on eggshells around him trying not to upset him #hell i didn't even know to what degree of atheism many of the other server members had been until we got out of there #another person is even in the same boat as me where we were both raised christian but dumped that when we figured out we were queer #and yet this former friend is self described as queer and all but still works for a christian organization who is very vocally anti-lgbt #he never wanted to talk about where he worked and now i know why 🙄 #and then he would post religious guilt tripping stuff too and that was extremely triggering #that was over a year ago but it still bothers me #whatever. washing my hands of him; don't want to talk to him again if i can get away with it #at least i don't live in the same country as him; let alone the same town like some of the others who've unfriended him #i'm glad others understand how i feel about what he did with my fic but it sucks that he did it to so many people #kee speaks

[isa-ah]

been having weird nightmares about going to amusement parks lately. what does that mean :-X

#yesterday it was about a themed experience that was sort of like an escape room but they kill you if you fuck up #last night i dreamt my mom? took us yo d*sney world? i was like uhh weird flex. sure. but it was all fucked up and i was worried abt covid #normally i dream about rlly mundane things in mundane places this is a weird outlier

[coffeebooh]

if there’s a season 5 i’m voting for superboy to be out of it

#he’s so… boring #idk #young justice #young justice phantoms #i get it he’s some sort of freg self insert or idfk #but why must you give great screentime to bland characters is ehat i’m wondering #anybody is more interesting #still mad at grandon for the way superboy doesn’t seem yo care at all abt the og team #he doesn’t consider them family and yhis is dumb asf #like yeah he considers clark his bro but wth do you mean he only exists to lift up m’gann at this point #also… him pushing kaldur away and zod saying he doesn’t care abt him #i’m gonna punch someone #but yeah #kaldur deserves more #artemis deserved more this season #WILL FUCKING DESERVED MORE #raquel… deserved her arc to be abt her #zatanna? trivago #dick had like 4 lines #wally’s fucking dead #m’gann… i have nothing to say chef’s kiss honey

[maraskywalkers]

I don't know why I, a former protestant, have such a soft spot for characters who are ex-catholic but I do.

#or like even headcanon as that #or catholic ish? #or basically they have a weird complex relationship with their own catholicism i guess #like maybe bc it's similar enough to me but an ex protestant hits too close idk #or there's so much ingrained it's usually like #they dont know how to feel about it #so its not a total 180 but its hard yo explain to other people #bc a lot of people seem to be like either all in or all out #and theyre like fuck if i know but i got feelings about it??? #lmao yeah maybe im projecting #and maybe theres a sort if romanticized version of catholicism in my head or something idk???? #or evangelical christianity has left such a bitter taste in my mouth that other sects of christianity seem more appealing? #tho i know that like a lot of the same issues exist in like both or all or whatever #bc there's like systemic problems but ANYWAY

[arolesbianism]

Hello followers who know nothing about rain world guess who's making a rain world au that it's slowly becoming obsessed with

#rat rambles #rain posting #the fate of this au relies on me finding good songs for it but we are getting to dangerous territory #this could easily become a catagory 10 autism even any moment I will not lie #Im still in the worldbuildibg phase so I wont go off abt it too hard rn but its a warrior cat au. ish. #think of it as more warriors inspired than a direct wc au #I was thinking to myself abt how moon and pebby would be such wc kids and then I was like wait. a wc au would kinda work actually #as in the fact that starclan remain forever unchanging after death could be smth I could fuck about with #the iterators are also cats but theyre trapped in the physical realm while also not fully being alive #so sort of like an echo in a way but they were chosen for it at birth and it was fueled by starclan #basically having them absorb starclan spirits to both make it basically impossible for them to die and also to give them 'wisdom' and stuff #they rly arent made any wiser by it they just hear vague wispers constantly #sliver instead of being like yo guys I found they answer before dying gors like hey guys I found the answer (kills and is never seen again) #and after finding that gazestar (the cat that got killed) did not in fact come back everyone freaked out a bit #oh also I forgot to mention that at some point the stars (and starclan) all disapeared rip #the scugs are all just normal cats of varrying points in time living their lives after the clans of old collapsed #the void sea also still exists but I haven't decided how much yet

[rubys-domain]

i should really finish superstar and nijigaku. i hope liella's rivals step it up in the second season cuz ngl they felt boring in the first. bring some drama and strife into their lives, come on. i mean the liella girlies are more than capable of bringing drama and strife upon themselves tbh but you know. would be nice to have a rival group that's actually threatening and not buddy-buddy offstage for once. i have smatterings of an idea of what might happen in the second season of nijigaku from ppl talking about the story from what i assume is the game since season two wasn't out yet at the time. but idk if it actually will be that, or if it's a different story entirely.

just gonna rant real quick. i dropped the game like a hot potato because of how un-f2p friendly it was. if you can only progress if you have specific 5 stars even though you already have a handful of 5 stars and you can only get the good 5 stars through gacha, then that's bs and fuck that. i didn't just want fes setsuna. i NEEDED fes setsuna. i literally could not get past intermediate difficulty no matter how built my existing cards were. it was very much voltage or die. and the fact that fes setsuna was the only good card that wasn't the "standard" line or whatever the hell it was called that i had even the slightest chance of getting because it was the only one that could ever get a rate-up, and that it was literally impossible for me to get to "pity" with my f2p savings, and that if i didn't get it from that specific banner there was literally no way i could guarantee getting it ever even if i whaled? fucking hate it. but even that wouldn't have been enough to make me drop the game. the true nail in the coffin was the event 5 stars being utterly useless. they're so weak that some 4 stars outclass them. and what's the fucking point of grinding my ass off for event 5 stars if they're not going to be stronger than the 4 stars i already have.

maybe the gacha system's changed for the better since then. maybe event 5 stars are actually worth grinding for now. maybe they even lowered the voltage requirements to successfully clear songs. it's been a year or two at this point since i last played. but unless someone bonks me in the head and says explicitly that these specific issues i have with the game are no longer there, i'm never touching the game again. fuck sifas.

#⇢₊˚⊹ 🩷∥ruby∥yo，ide yo !! #i know it's not meant to be a “rhythm game” #but the fact that the only worthwhile cards are gacha-gated (and even time-gated on top of that) #makes me think that this game was only meant for whales and people who can REALLY no-life the game #i was already sort of no-life-ing it at the time too. it was lockdown and i had sweet fuck all to do otherwise #so even that still not being enough is really saying something #this is why i never talk shit about genshin's gacha system #it's not the best in the world but it's still leagues better that the bullshit sifas has going on

[yaminerua]

thinking about the girl who used to bully me back in primary school bc our relationship was so Weird. Like she would be friends with me sometimes and she invited me to her birthday sleepovers and we hung out a lot and listened to music and she’s the person who literally changed my life by introducing me to what would become a lifelong obsession, and generally I’d have said she was basically my best friend during those times, but then other times she’d turn and be really horrible to me and it was a lot of back and forth like that where she’d be nice and we’d be back to normal and then she would be mean again and then back to nice again over and over

And idk why I put up with it so much but there were also little things that I didn’t get that have suddenly clicked into place in my head in a different configuration now that I’m thinking about her again and I’m internally screaming because ohh my god I might have had a baby romantic crush on her at the time and just not Realised

Fucking hell..

Suddenly a lot of things make way too much sense in a way they didn’t before but at the same time oh my fucking godddd

#The thing that sticks in my mind is when she randomly gave me a massage in her room and she sat on my lower back while I lay on my front #and the whole thing made me nervous and I didn’t know why esp when we switched places and I had to give her a massage #it only happened the once but it’s a weird close moment I wished we’d had more of #looking back on things with a better understanding of yourself is wild #like all the agender signs that were present way back when #but bc I’m ace and somewhere on the aro scale it’s harder to pinpoint this sort of thing #Like I know I experience romantic attraction to girls NOW albeit extremely rarely #but when I think of that girl I do now recognise what was then unfamiliar as something similar to what I felt when I had my first gf #So that’s something I’m having to fucking reckon with goddamn #10 yo me playing the man singing the love songs to the girl when we’d recreate music videos we liked like hmmmm 🤔

[screampied]

‘ ONE OF HIS GIRLSSSS ! ,

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. toji ends up finding out maybe his best friend's daughter isn’t so innocent after all once he walks in on you and your precious 12k viewers. he grows amused by your little side hustle as a cam girl. but actually, maybe having him as a special guest wasn’t so bad. (girl it was)

wc. 6k

warnings. fem! reader, vōyerism, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty), unprotected, praise, dirty talk, squírting, cunnílingus, slight dumbification, impact play, size kink, spit.

dbf! toji masterlist

“guys, i’m serious,” you’d utter, your monitor staring right back at you — a full live audience of over twelve thousand eyes listening to you speak. you were cooped up in your room, slouching on your chair with your legs pressed together. “he’s totally real. we even almost got caught one time.”

you were referring to your dad’s best friend, toji…

just muttering his name aloud made you feel all sorts of tingles. oh, to think how that 'one time' was just about three days ago. you still remember everything like it just happened, the intoxicating taste of toji’s lips, his unforgettable loud cologne scent, how fucking mean he was, you missed him, who were you even kidding. last time you checked, him and your father went out somewhere. you didn’t bother to care where, probably fishing or something.

skimming through the plethora of donations with filthy questions, thirsty provocative questions that desperately craved your attention, you read one, “how is he in bed, oh—well,” and you squeeze your thighs before re-adjusting your screen. “he’s okay. i had to fake my orgasms a few times though, figures ‘cause he’s kinda old.”

“oh yeah?”

as if on cue, there toji stood—right outside your doorway, hands buried in his deep roots of pockets and that same unreadable expression. he’s sending you straight daggers, you crane your neck to glance at him before you panic, “uh, i’ll talk to you guys later.”

“nah keep that shit on, girl,” he shakes his head, trodding his bare feet towards you. you mentally face palm. you could have sworn he was out somewhere with your father. “just when i thought ya couldn’t get even freakier,” he mutters, and he’s now behind you—green irises peering at your monitor. the chat suddenly spams with some of your audience lusting over toji, wondering if he’s a special guest. “heyyy,” he says to the screen, his voice was a pitchy low and then you gasp once he throws an arm around you. “is he a special guest?” and then he turns to you with a sly grin. “i don’t know, princess . . am i?”

“. . . i mean i guess,” you speak, not even realizing how your tone softens a bit. this always happened, whenever you were just a few feet away from toji, you’d feel so tense. it’s officially been a week since the two of you were screwing around—you hadn’t gotten caught, at least you think you haven’t gotten caught. the thrill of it all though, it was enticing. he eyes your little set up and he’s amused more than anything. “this is the guy i was telling you guys about,” you avert your dilated pupils back towards the bright screen. “this is . . . toji.”

“heh yo,” he scoffs at the screen with a greet, seeing how your confidence fades the moment he’s in the room with you. toji leans beside you, eyeing the lewd comments before one catches his eye. “tell him to turn around. what for?”

you sheepishly grin at the webcam, knowing some of your aroused fans wanted to take a quick peek at toji’s ass. to be fair, you couldn’t exactly blame them. you stare a bit yourself, and it was definitely. . . something.

three new tips from mod gojoclitoru: girl bye he looks like he doesn’t shower

wormfucker69: he looks like the guy who works @ my cleaners lol

shokostrapdestroyer: Where’s Shoko ?????

kanyeastinfection: Soooo hawt ;)

iloveosamudazai: i miss nanamin

“how come y’er all shy? i heard what you’ve been saying ‘bout me, y’know,” toji mumbles. he stands tall, cracking his neck towards the left. his entire frame, he was always so handsome. you take a moment to glance up at him, his perfectly chiseled physique. he looked like he was about to head to the gym, he had on a simple wife beater with dingy grey sweats. his gaze he had towards you was purely tantalizing. “. . ah,” he inches closer towards you, bending down as you sat on the office chair, getting right up close to your face. “why don’t you repeat that last bit for me. you fake your orgasms with this old man?”

“i didn’t ….” you trail off, trying to come up with some excuse. suddenly, it felt hot. you felt hot.

your heart starts to race the more he stared you down. the chat was going at a much more rapid speed, it’s like your viewer count doubled the moment toji entered. then you thought—maybe this would do you some good, having him as a special guest didn’t seem so bad.

he lightly grabs your chin, making you peer straight into his eyes. “i stay away from you for three days ‘n it seems like you forgot how to act.”

toji did have a point precisely, for the last three days you basically had the entire house to yourself. him and your father went out to some business trip, you missed him though.

of course, if you tagged along you’d be sure you’d both get caught so you just offered to watch over the house. it was as if the more time you spent with toji, the more you started to feel something.

you didn’t know what it was, it was hard to put into detail, put into pure words—but you knew for certain, you didn’t wanna stop seeing him. it was spring break after all…

“i meant what i said,” you mutter.

while returning his gaze, toji’s eyes widen for a bit, off guard by your sudden switch of attitude. you had a bit of a plan, you decided if you played along, your sweet thousands of fans would eat it up. and they were, the repetitive high-pitch sounds of constant donations rang through your ears before you continue to speak. “i faked everything, toji.”

his eyes linger into you for a long time before he drags a thumb down your lip. “well shit. that so?” and his voice—it pitches a dangerous tune. you already start to feel your thighs squeeze together more tightly. “mhm,” he grunts, watching you nod your head in response. he scoffs to himself before grumbling. “maybe i should make it more real for you then.”

with such simple words, trust and believe he does.

toji’s way of making it more real was to simply have you ride his face, all in front of your audience too.

for some reason, you felt burning up coming to the sheer realization that literally all eyes were simply on you. a quick glance at your blue light monitor and the viewer count displayed a hefty whopping amount of 12,295. all you could think about it was the hefty bank you were about to make.

your legs quaver as toji’s laid flat on your old bed, having you take your seat right on his face — his breath is hot as he runs his tongue alongside your inner thighs before giving you a stare. “eyes down here, not them,” he snarls, and you moan once he spanks your pre-soaked clit, your panties still attached. “they aren’t about to fuckin’ eat you out, are they?”

“n—no,” you murmur out, looking down back at him and he slowly runs a fat thumb down your slit.

oh, you were soaked alright.

a cute little damp spot between the middle part of your underwear makes an appearance and he slides his tongue all against it. he’s so slow with it all, making sure to take his time to make you pout out for him. “toji,” you mumble, feeling your tummy sink in before you huff out a single breath. he’s still so attractive, even underneath you—a little yet nice amount of facial hair scatters near certain parts of his face. scattered specks of brief darkened hair near his sharp jaw paint his face like an empty canvas. you run a finger against his chin and he shoots you a sleazy grin. “hurry up, toji.”

dark eyes flicker back towards you before he gifts your sopping pussy a mean spank. “hurry up toji,” he mocks your tone. you melodically whimper, watching as he licks a single stripe between your covered slit. “shut the fuck up. ‘m gonna take my time with you since apparently you ‘fake’ everything.”

you couldn’t help but merely slip out a giggle, your comment really offended him in some way. obviously, you were joking though—you and toji both knew he knew how to snatch multiple orgasms out of you at once. he was quite a skilled man without question, with his tongue—his dick, literally anything.

although, you snap out of your salacious thoughts the moment you feel him latch his tongue against your folds. it took you a minute to realize your panties were already off, he practically ripped them off and he was already digging in. you whimper, hovering your weight over his face before staring at the lit up monitor.

BIGDICKKUNA: Even my domain has better camera quality than this

gojoclitoru: here sukuna go…

FOXYKITTEN2940: clean up aisle my pants >.<

you’re starting to grind against his face, a hand combing through his hair before your bite your lip. toji stares at you, dragging a thumb down your puffy slit before leaning back to spit on it. he was always such a sloppy man—no shame in the world. you’d feel yourself pulsate whenever he did that, departing his lips away from your cunt before collecting a good wad of saliva to coat your folds with such a sheeny translucent color.

squelch after squelch, undeniably you were sopping. his nose briefly prods against your nub and you whine once he finally starts to actually eat you out.

“f-fuckkk.” you’d breathe, intaking a sharp breath. sudden dizziness overtook you—a thrum escapes from your sheeny lips as you rock your hips forward. it was hypnotic, the way you move against his mouth. toji looked so pretty underneath you too. his eyes, so hooded and half lidded—such a hungry gaze, a starved animal. he starts tantalizingly slow at first, making sure to lay the flat of his tongue against your entrance before simply digging in.

side—to—side, his head continues to swiftly shift and move as he’s devouring his meal, a thumb continues to strum against your slick arousal before he starts to suck, suck, suck.

candy, a perfect way to describe your taste in toji’s humblest opinion. he could never get enough, a few long strands of his hair tickles against your thighs as he resumes his sloppy eating. “mhm. pull on it.” he says between hot breaths, and you feel a sudden fire ignite inside of you. you knew immediately he was referring to his hair. such ruffled, messy strands desperately awaiting to be tugged by your fingers.

so you do—you take a good grab, lightly yanking him forward and he grunts.

“. . harder,” he rasps, and he’s already starting to look blissed out. eyes all glazed over, you wriggle over his face before you feel a sudden shiver overtake you. you pull harder and his face goes right against your cunt. you sloppily swipe against his nose like a credit card and he smirks at you. “that’s what ‘m talking about. ride my face, girl.”

his words, his filthy vulgarly words guide you through it all.

each pulse makes you twitch even more—each breath that runs out your mouth feels like it’s going to be your last, especially with a tongue like toji’s. he makes sure not to miss a drop, slurping quite everything out of you. he was a man—not necessarily a clean one, but he was never scared of a little mess. you start to coat the bottom part of his chin with your slit, it’s glistening so much.

after a while, toji’s already drunk off of your sweetened taste. every few flicks of his tongue against your nub makes cute whimpers coo out your throat and you only tighten the grip against his hair.

“r-right there, ‘s good when you suck there, toji.”

“cause i know what the fuck ‘m doing.” he grumbles back, bringing his same thumb to slide down your slit. he repeats it again and again. smearing your own mess right back on you, only to clean it up. he was a messy man, and with a tasty pussy that you had—you only made him ten times messier.

he was never one to complain though, toji’s the type to never say thank you—he shows you how grateful he is, it involves with being between your legs.

toji fushiguro…

a sleazy man without a single care in the word, maybe messing around his with best friend’s daughter slash colleague was a bit taboo. but did he care—no, was he gonna stop doing it—no, was he perhaps catching feelings for you the more time he spends with you? were you catching feelings?

. . .

unanswered questions, even if you asked yourself that question, you honestly couldn’t even know how to reply. the two of you never really labeled anything, so this was just a simple spring break fling right?

once courses resume and you go back to your well prestige university your father got you into due to connections, that’d probably be the last you’d see of him. toji fushiguro, the man you’ve been screwing around with for the past almost two weeks. it’s almost safe to say that you started to get attached to his presence—sometimes it’s like the two of you didn’t even care if you got caught. there was literally a time where toji fingered you under the table during dinner.

that was . . embarrassing.

the way you were trying to withhold a conversation with your father—he’s just rambling you about what a boring day he had at the office and you’re over here gushing on his best friend’s fingers. you find yourself thinking about that specific moment all too well—as well as the various other ones, him fucking you on the hood of his car, in the living room, and even the bathroom—which your panties ended up getting found.

oops.

“told you to keep those fuckin’ eyes on me,” he hoarsely rasps—snapping you out of your lewd reminiscing fantasm. his tongue, it’s swirling all against your clit as you focus your attention back towards him. with two big hands, he holds your jerky hips steady—feeling you rut against his mouth before he feels you pulse right in his mouth. “yeah.” he mutters, bringing two digits to prod towards your slick entrance. you whine, feeling him slowly insert them with ease—so wet, he was almost in awe at how you were dripping like a faucet. not even a faucet could compare nor describe how sodden your sweet cunt was. each lap he makes with his tongue gets more filthy, it turns into sucking before you’re practically spasming all over again.

you moan, hands still tight and rigidly tangled within his strands before you take a quick peek at your laptop. so many eyes were on you—so many more eyes now, the count was steadily doubling, the donations you were receiving made your mouth nearly water. tip after tip, your pupils turned into green dollar signs. this was probably the most viewers you had in the entirety of your little cam girl side hustle.

all thanks to toji.

you’re getting close, it’s inevitable—especially with the way your hips continue to rock back and forth. a cute rhythm he got accustomed to, toji brings two rough hands towards the fat mounds of your ass before squeezing it. he was always a handsy man, feeling all over your body. green pools of eyes stare right at you as you’re intaking each staggering breath that escapes your spit-glossed lips. “c-close, toji,” you’d babble out, your knees almost buckle—a sudden twinge pouring into your lower abdomen before you mewl. “gonna—cum, gonna—”

“baby hold it,” he says sternly, the base in his voice never failing to make you wet. he breaks his lips away for a moment before he glances at the screen—an upside down position. “hm. chat, should the pretty girl finish early?”

your heart drops—you knew how many trolls you had in your audience, and before you could cutely tell him to just let you climax, he hums in amusement at the incoming flood of comments.

chososbootylicker29: Petition to have Toji oiled and cheeked up

zorosballswallower: NOOOOO

anonymoususer: dad?

gojoclitoru: lol no.

and with many others the comments continue to flood.

majority of the answers being no—you hated being edged, loathed it. especially with toji because he was so damn mean. he snickers, reading the responses upside down before you feel the two tips of his fingers shove way deep inside you. your back arches and you whine ore he holds your hips in place with a single hand. “looks like y’er little fans want you to wait pretty girl,” and you look down at him with a cute glare—his lips depart and his entire mouth from the very bottom of his chin was damp. even still, he looked so attractive. “cute. a glare ain’t gonna change nothing though,” and a pout shortly stretched against your lips as he runs his tongue near your frantic pulsing clit. he brings a spank to it and it makes you whine. “be a good girl ‘n wait a little longer.”

“i can’t,” you frown out, and that only earns another sharp spank towards your folds.

“yes you fuckin’ can,” and you start to whine once he stops eating you out. it felt so warm, all of a sudden the cold air wafts against your skin and you shudder. toji loves more than anything to spank your pussy whilst staring right into your eyes. “if i tell my girl to wait, she’s gonna wait.”

my girl…

for some reason, that made your pulsing ten times worse, a plethora of butterflies arise inside your stomach and you’re still just hovering over his face.

he palpates his fingers—not his tongue to rummage all inside your cunt, you frown cutely. you wanted his tongue, not his stubby thick fingers. although, the thing you wanted most was to finish. as you grind against his face, you feel his infamous scar run against your pussy and it tickles. it tickles in such a way that it drags out a sweet crying moan from you.

“t—toji,” you start to grow impatient. he’s just teasing you, blowing against your folds with warm breath, swiping his nose alongside your sopping entrance, anything but tasting you again. he likes seeing you like this, on the brink of tears because you got denied a climax. it started to come closer and closer until once it was finally there—you puff up your cheeks for a split second before moaning. “g-god, i can’t hold it. ‘m gonna cummm.”

“wait,” he utters in a husky rasp, watching as you quaveringly hover over his face—chin just soaked with your arousal, he licks the bottom of his lip before tittering at you. “you finish when i’m ready.”

“f-fuck you,” you whimper, and you end up cumming anyway—he’s taken aback but it only arouses him even more. the brat, oh the brat that you were. one of the many things he liked about you, you were submissive but not entirely—you had a backbone, you talked back to him, you even had the nerve to roll those pretty eyes at him.

it hits you like a semi-truck.

illegal full speed, the brakes were had to step on and you feel it just strike right into you at full force. your orgasm, you scoot your hips forward against his mouth and now he’s the one glaring at you. toji laps up all of you, two fingers spreading your clit apart before he spits on it again. “you just don’t listen, huh,” and his voice was even lower than it was before—a rich baritone lingering underneath it. you’re riding out your climax when he lightly shoves you on the bed.

in your mind, you’re thinking . .

finally, the good part.

toji grimaces at the cute smile that goes against your lips. you’re eager just as him— not to mention, it’s been three days since he’s touched you. “don’t get too excited, brat,” he grumbles with a scowl tugging the corners of his mouth. he plops onto the bed before staring down at you. “bend the fuck over for me. fake orgasm my ass.”

so blunt, you immensely comply—so impatient for him to just be inside of you.

the piles of donations triple by this point, and you try to take a peep at your screen before he spanks your ass. “ass up, face down little girl. don’t got all day.”

“sorryyy,” you giggle with a mere eye roll.

testing toji’s patience was always so fun for you. for whatever reason, getting on his nerves really turned you on. once you finally bend over for him, two hands grab the fats of your ass and you bite your lip once he prepares to align himself. you’re facing your bright lit screen.

the comments talking more about toji than you and you pout . . . figures though. he’s hot, no wonder all the attention would be on him instead of you.

with his right hand, he wraps it around his thick length before rubbing his tip against your pre-drenched entrance. he grunts, witnessing how your pussy tries to swallow him so easily…

you’re puckering, awaiting for him to stuff you full as you’re slump right into the mattress. “but sweetheart, y’er not sorry,” he grunts, smacking his fat tip against your slick folds. a soft mewl runs out the back of your throat before you arch just a bit more. with another spank, he snarls in a huff, “not gonna fuck ya that easy. y’er gonna have to use those manners if you wanna get what you want.”

“huh?”

“huh?” he mocks, kissing your ass with another spank from his palm. “you can’t hear? speak, girl. talk ‘ta me nice.”

glossy eyes of yours avert towards your screen, everyone’s lusting over toji and it only fuels his ego even more—you easily felt yourself throb, a pout never leaving your lips before you inhale.

“please . . ” you start, feeling him softly drag a hand against your curves, your physique. his touch always had you weak, taking in every part of your frame. all his . . just for these few weeks.

“please what?”

“please f—fuck me,” you grumble, and you’re growing more and more irritated—he hums to himself, amused. each second you spend speaking, each second he could be inside of you. you and him both knew that.

toji rubs his leaky tip with a bit more pressure against your pussy, just a a little more and he’d be inside. you started to feel your mouth salivate before you start to whine. “hm,” he ponders to himself, green eyes occasionally staring at the laptop that had about hundreds of comments spamming per second. “fine. i feel like bein’ nice to you today, especially since i haven’t seen my girl in a hot minute,” and again, he refers to you as his girl. it sends an unfamiliar feeling of butterflies brewing up in your stomach before he spanks you for probably the umpteenth time now. “now, arch a liiiitle more ‘n stare at your fans for me, yeah.”

you’re propped on the mattress with your ass all up in the air. from your screen as you stare at it, you spot toji’s mirroring reflection. that sly smile that slowly and gradually forms against his lips.

“lie the fuck down.” he mutters, feeling you try to sit up. you do, intaking a single breath before you feel him huff out a low puff. toji’s eyes stare right at your ass, he takes every moment in. the way you suck him in, it’s just filthy. the saturated squelches that shortly follow afterward—so filthy.

a six letter word to perfectly describe this entire situation.

arched over for your dad’s best friend, who would have thought—not you, not in a million years.

“ . . . shit,” he pants, and you’re so wet. you moan, pawing at the fat silk sheets in front of you. so many flooded comments of your audience merely thirsting over toji, wishing desperately that they were in your position. ( . . quite literally . . )

and toji’s just so fucking big.

he’s got a lofty height of inches under his belt.

metaphorically speaking—just a single sharp thrust and you’re speechless.

the wind gets snatched out of your lungs and it’s so vigorous that your head’s spinning. this entire angle, he’s got you right where he wants you—on all fours with your ass perked up. toji can’t keep his hands to himself anyway, his hands roam all over your waist before holding both hips in place. clammy hands just about stick to your skin before he starts to create a decent pace.

a slow pace — a slow pace that turns more mean.

languidly, you feel yourself leaning to his touch as he runs a hand down your spine.

toji brings one leg up to deepen the position and not even moments later, your lips part.

“t—toji . . ah ah,” and you don’t even recognize yourself. he repositions himself for a split second, making haste with his hips before sliding his feet right past your knees. with this, it’s more stimulation and you feel it all. just the right amount of pressure, his balls sharply thwack against your ass and it makes your mind cloud up with fuzz.

“. . damn,” he groans, a hand grabbing towards the back of your university hoodie. as he leans forward, dark viridescent colored pupils stare at your rear. the way it jerks and recoils against him, everytime . . it’s the best part. even more when he spanks it, deepening his hips against your cunt to earn out a cute whine or two from you. for what seemed like the millionth time, toji kisses the right cheek of your ass with various spanks. the sting has you gnawing on your lip like it’s candy, curling your toes up with a few droplets of sweat coating the bridge of your nose. “missed this pussy, three days too fuckin’ long, brat.”

“i missed you t—.”

“girl hello? i wasn’t talking to you.”

you frown, and it follows from a snicker from him.

“. . . so dramatic,” he’d eye roll once he hears you blow out a cute sigh. “fine, i did miss you,” and that was only a half lie. you knew in actuality, he missed what’s between your legs. toji still remained sassy as usual, it never left and it’d always stay. he’s buried all into you, deep to the hilt that each time his angry reddened tip drives against that spot, you squeal out in sweet pleasure.

it didn’t take him long to locate it, your g-spot. after a while you start to feel your pussy open, spreading wide—gaping. he was so ridiculously big, it’s leaving such question marks floating over your forehead because how can someone be this thick.

with a gruff—toji groans, veins bulging through his veins as he yanks your hoodie forward into him. he’s lenient, at least for a good while. letting you have your fun, get drunk off his cock before he edges you a more . . . oh just maybe.

gojoclitoru: does anyone want the link to my only fans :(

willbang4curses: Idk who I wanna be more…

iamnotsugurugetoseriouslyiamnothim: i want your only fans @/gojoclitoru

hotpeach03: Toji please I’m a single mom

your chat continues to spate, it’s so much that as your eyes watch them all flood down the logs, you could barely read the words.

he’s so deep inside, you’re almost drooling.

the stretch—he always leaves you so full, lips all parted and that same gaping mouth opening. pant after pant, you’re heaving heavily with your chest feeling tight and warm. “so deep,” you’d shriek, and he makes your arch lower just a bit further. he’s hitting all the right spots, not missing a single area. his dick retreats as it pulls out, then back again—twitching all inside of your cunt, he lunges forward with his hips before making you plop on your chest. “. . . .ohmygodohmygoddd,” and you were so whiney, you still can’t believe such pathetic noises slither past your damp lips. engulfed with your warm gummy walls squeezing him tight, he spanks you again . . . and again, and again.

“miss me that bad, huh?” he starts to speak. his voice was a pitchy rasp. a gruff base hides underneath it and you can hear the grit lingering like he needs to clear his throat. nevertheless, you throb anyway as he’s jackhammering his cock right into your swollen cunt over, and over, and over. “that why ya keep walkin’ around with these outfits? with no fuckin’ panties underneath, yeah?”

“forgot,” you whimper, shuddering once you feel toji grow playful. he trails his thumb towards your neglected puckering hole, fiddling with it just to get a reaction out of you, and he does. “s-sorry, ‘m sorry.”

“you don’t just forget to put panties on, slut,” he groans, and he feels himself approaching soon. it’s at the tip of his tongue—he feels the burn arise in the lower parts of his thighs, veins contouring to bulge all throughout his body. “wonder what y’er old man would think. ya only pull this shit ‘cause ‘s just you ‘n me here.”

he was right.

then again—if you’d have your father here, you’d never pull a bold stunt like that.

you’d rather drop dead than save yourself the embarrassment. funny though, considering the amount of times you almost got caught.

“so . . ” you mumble, and that’s when he presses his weight right against you this time. ah, prone bone.

you were really in for it now, thickly you swallow before his weight merely hovers over your ass, really deep in you this time.

he vigorously rams his thick cock into your sweltering cunt that’s hugging him oh so tight. he’s such a tease too—using every few chances he gets to poke and gingerly rub a thumb against your pulsating hole.

sweet moans die from your throat as you’re clinging onto the bed—such force that the springs nearly collapse from the whopping amounts of weight creating sheer impact. each thrust, it rings rapidly throughout your ears before toji groans. “f—fuck,” he’d groan, ignoring your little attempts of pure bratiness. you were at your wits end, smothering your glossed lips together before you feel his rounded cockhead mash against your most forbidden spots. spots that was so deep inside the inner areas of your cunt that it makes you mewl out in pure ecstasy. “gonna make me fill you up, princess,” he huffs out, tugging even tighter on the bottom part of your cerulean blue pull over. “s—shit,” and his gruff voice pitches time and time again. for a moment, you think you can hear toji whimper. it was real subtle though, but you heard it. loud and clearly. “gonna take it like you always do?”

“yesyesyes,” you nod—words pouring out of your lips like a waterfall, kneading your fingers into your palms as you bawled up the bedsheets right into your hands. with hooded droopy eyes, you stare at the screen with a dumb expression—he then takes the opportunity to get closer, grabbing you by the hair before holding your head up in front of your thousands of viewers.

“yes what, girl.”

you whine, feeling how perfectly his dick mashed throughout your folds—so easy for him, he was so thick that the stretch was simply immaculate.

“yesss, ‘m gonna take your c-cum, toji,” you’d pant, feeling your own eyes roll backwards—you probably looked a mess in front of your own thirteen thousand viewers, but you could care less. all that your empty brain could fathom was how you were ludicrously stuffed with his hefty cock. he’s drilling into you so good that that it almost feels like a massage. rough fingers run down your spine with one hand, another holding your head by the hair like it’s a prized possession before you whimper. “fuck me, fuck me, fuh—”

toji slaps a hand over your mouth the minute he hears something from downstairs—sure enough, it had to be your father.

shit.

he must have came home early. you remember him mentioning to you he was taking a trip to the corner store after work, probably to get some booze for him and toji to enjoy for some dumb football game.

“honeyyy? you up there?”

you moan, almost feeling your eyelids grow heavy as he’s still holding your head up in front of your laptop—his reflection in the screen just pounding into you at full speed.

already, you’re coating the back of his hand with nothing but your damp saliva—such a dirty girl, preferably his dirty girl.

maybe you were a bit delusional, no. you were very delusional—maybe this could go somewhere? then. again, it was no secret on how toji’s only around to get his dick wet, a reality that you forevermore choose to ignore—until you’d soon find out how that would bite you in the ass later on.

dead silence—you’re just muffling out mewls right into his mouth, and as if on cue, toji ends up finishing inside of you. it’s so much, velvety ropes of hot nut that fill the very insides of your pussy, shooting straight into your womb that your tummy flutters. it’s so much to where it spews out of your hole, he’s gotta poke his thumb in and swipe some out with the way it continues to leak. it’s so dirty, then again—toji fushiguro was a dirty man, the dirtiest.

“are ya gonna reply ‘n let y’er old man know you’re getting off his best friend’s cock or . . ?”

his words, such a tease that he’s still slowly pumping into you. gradually but slow, he plugs into your walls—seeping with cum that oozes out of your folds and you stare at the screen with a cute cock-drunken expression. “mmph,” was your reply, the only reply you could formulate since his big hand almost covered your entire face. so you give him a concise nod, hooded eyes feeling dry from staring at the screen for so many amount of minutes.

eventually, your father leaves and returns back to what he was doing . . . phew.

“that’s right,” he whispers in a low risqué tone, bringing a kiss towards the left part of your neck.

so tender—you’re gathering the strength to sit up but you end up slumping forward. with a pathetic, ‘oof’ you land on your chest, your own climax at the very edge. it’s cute because you end up finishing around the same time—your chest feels heavy, lungs tightly collapsing and all. the perfect way to describe your orgasm was a bomb—a bomb that was ticking and ticking, preparing to detonate before it finally does. instead, the destruction was you squirting, all over toji’s dick that stuffed you full. he’s so close up to your ear, hot breath fanning against your earlobe before he continues to speak. “. . oh, y’er fuckin’ dumb right now, aren’t ya. can barely speak.” and he removes his hand to where a trail of your spit departs. so lewd, you’re spasming from your recent release before with a quick glance—you stare at your monitor. you surpassed your tip goal by a huge milestone, yet like toji said—you were too dumb to even process let alone acknowledge it.

“t—toji,” you whimper, feeling the remnants of his sweet and savory seed pour down the crevices of your thighs. it was sticky, sticking to your skin like glue, sweltering of its entirety.

“come here, princess.”

it surprised you. for once, he was being . . . soft.

you reach backwards, closing your laptop before leaning right into toji. you moan, feeling his beefy ripped arms wrap around you, bringing you right into his embrace. bulky arms go around your waist and he pulls you into a sloppily heated kiss.

simultaneously, your heart skips a few beats—a few, probably an understatement. he tastes sweet, you could make out a brief tang of liquor on his tongue—a taste you didn’t want to ever forget. as your tongue rummages against his, you moan once he gets a bit handsy, a hand going right between your legs to feel the mess he made. the mess you made yourself also.

breathy pants could be heard from your lips as you press your dampish perspiring hands all on his bare chest. he’s wearing a somewhat of a formal shirt — you tug on his collar, yearning for him to come closer, to touch you more, hold you more. something, whatever it was was just brewing up inside of the very depths, the very pits of your stomach.

toji groans, the warmth of his breath wafting against yours before he pulls you away to get a good glimpse of you. a big hand holds your waist, and his eyes peer into you for a long time before as if he hesitates—he kisses the top of your forehead, only to stare away with a scowl.

“. . . toji,” you murmur, and by this point you weren’t speaking with your brain—more so with your heart. it was apparent, especially with the way your droopy hooded eyes suddenly soften the moment you speak out the two syllables in his name.

“let me speak first.” he grouses, a thumb stringing alongside your back, gently strumming against your skin. with the way you gazed at him, making him lie back before aligning yourself, it was clear as day that you wanted more of him. he leans back, long strands of black hair run down his face with his legs sprawled before he prepares to finish.

you straddle him, sitting flat on his lap and he’s so warm—he’s a bit flustered, flaccid from his release and of course a bit sensitive. it’s quite rare to see toji in such a . . . vulnerable state. perhaps you soften him in a few ways or less. at least, that’s what you’d like to think.

it takes him a long time to formulate the words, it’s as if his tongue was tied—weird for him considering it’s toji, he’s always direct and blunt.

and yet for once, you have him speechless.

toji lets off a irritated sigh before while what seems like forever, he mutters out a gruff, “shit. i . . i think ‘m in love with you.”

“ . . . ”

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being a 25yo single mother is so hard 😔

#heehee #no but really #i know there are tons of stupid overly cliché tweets out there about how hard it is to be the oldest sibling blah blah blah #but honestly something has to be said for how i truly have NO FUCKING IDEA what i am doing with my life and yet #i somehow have these two young boys looking up to me for guidance #i witnessed my 21 yo brother cry yesterday for the first time in my life and it fucked me up so bad #it's like #i get all of the maternal feelings and none of the agency #i want to help SO MUCH and i care so much and so deeply that it's a constant ache and worry inside of me #but i do not have the time or money or wisdom needed #and it sucks!!!! #i cant protect this sweet innocent baby from Life! he has to learn his own lessons! but god i wish the world treated him kinder #he has to learn how to fight his own battles too #he's having a sort of delayed adolescence where he suddenly and angstily realizes that my parents are flawed and do not always have his #best interests at heart #and i'm so MAD on his behalf #i'm so fucking angry #but these aren't my fights to pick and he needs to find his own way and his own balance between #living his own authentic life and also pleasing his family #anyways it's really bad he's been a wreck #tw: death #our cousin died a few weeks ago and he hasn't been the same honestly #and then he has issues with psychosis and some of that has flared up recently #his friends have abandoned him due to some of the uglier symptoms of mental health that we dont like to talk about #the paranoia and the hallucinations and the unhealthy coping mechanisms mostly #my parents are running him around the bend with some of the ridiculoous and unreasonable requests they constantly demand from him #he's running himself into the ground and all i can do is watch #it feels FUCKING horrible #and it's not like watching a friend undergo shit #it's so much worse