#Either way DNI if you do this idfc

[failedpriest]

God can people PLEASE stop feminizing Galacta Knight and Kirby???

It's so fucking tiring. Disgusting to me even. Just because they're pink doesn't mean they have to be girls I am so sick and goddamn tired of it. Give me men who are pink and proud of it.

I'm especially looking at everyone who gives them humanized/humanoid forms. Stop genderbending them just because they're pink.

[villainwannabe]

!Welcome to the Jayden's✨Horny Lair✨!

What to expect here? Shitposting/thirsting at it's FINEST form. And art. And smuts. And hate. On the world. I guess. LMAO.

Here, uhh, have some user boxes ig.

Also, check out my main while you're at it: @tireddovahkiin

>> My Ultimate F/O list!!! <<

My two main F/O's are Sephiroth (from Final Fantasy VII) and Hanami (from Jujutsu Kaisen!). I love them both so much I'm insane about them <3

(Dni if we share a f/o that I'm not comfortable with sharing.)

Minors, do not fucking read below this point. (Srsly, just shoo away ty)

Some of my personal fave kinks uwu:

vanilla (Naw im actually scared of non-loving sex/rough n animalistc fucking...💀)

size kink (just thinking about a big beefy man or a massive woman or a humongous monster standing beside me will make me faint-)

body worship (*faints* [both giving and receiving])

pampering (i just wan sum lov😢)

praise kink (*bats eye lashes cutely and explodes*)

voice kink (SEPHIROTH IM LOOKING AT YOU)

hand kink (big veiny arms holding me in a tight headlock... ZOOWEEWOO-)

mommy kink (ONLY FOR WOMEN THO daddy kink is iffy to me ngl)

cockwarming (Dudeee don't get me even STARTED. I just love the thought of such a way of being connected to your beloved without the need to do something more and intense, we just basking in each other and chilling🥴)

foreplay (no foreplay NO SEX IDFC /hj)

bondage (BOTH SIDES- GIVING AND RECEIVING [although not so hardcore like shibari, but yes to hand restains uwu])

dry humping (the thought of being vulnerable while riding someones thigh and being praised for my good job makes me so DAMN WET-)

breeding (.... oui🙊🙈)

dacryphillia (NOT IN ANY DEGRADING sense. Just making me cry innocent tears from either frustration or overwhelming emotions, and pampering and soothing me and wiping them away and mmmnndhshhsd~🙈)

manhandling (again, not hardcore, and in NO degrading sense way. Degradation is a BIG BIG no for me. But GENTLE, safe manhandling like a bear taking care of me🥺)

> WARNINGS AND DNIs!! <

⚠ PROSHIPPERS /COMSHIPPERS /RACISTS /LGBTPHOBICS /HATERS /ZOOPHILES /PEDOPHILES /FURRIES (SORRY) /TOXIC PPL /SEXISTS /NAZIS /TERFS /ZIONISTS /AI ART USERS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

⚠ THE SAME GOES FOR THOSE WHO LOVE FREAKY KINKS (R4PE/AG3PLAY/SC4T/V0RE/3METO/PR1MAL/P4IN ENJOYERS) (Sorry guys, I'm just not vibing with ya. I'm too sensitive for that scary/disgusting shit. For my own comfort stay a goooooood distance away from me.)

⚠ I have age regress, so I may act brash and not so 'adultey' as I'm expected! the tone I use may be a bit too energetic, so, if you find it annoying or uncomfortable, feel free to block me! But just to make sure other age regressors know, it is not safe for littles!!!

⚠ I cuss a lot!

⚠ For those who already know me, just so you know, I'll be a lot more open here with my misanthropic/pessimistic nature. So yeah, dark Jayden it is.

⚠ I can be quite forgettable (ADHD things)! If I happen to ghost you/forget to answer/don't remember some of the things you said, I'm really sorry, it was never my intention🙏

⚠ My OC and S/I lore is very... Unrealistic, which means, they are usually non-human and/or immortal beings with a bit of overemphasized powers and such. They're not really a Mary Sue OC, though. If that bothers you, feel free to block me!

⚠ It is a safe space for any LGBTQ+/Neurodivergent person, and any Race/Ethnicity/Age!

⚠ There will be a LOT of sin here!!! Art or one-shots, or just rants I post in general (sometimes)! If OC x Canon/Canon x Canon art bothers you, no hate, just block please!

⚠ I will be blocking minors/ageless blogs who follow me, since this blog ain't safe for kids that much!!! And yes, this blog is 18+!

[Ty for reading! I hope you enjoy your stay ^^]

[wreckmetoji]

idfc

An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.

↳ Toji Fushiguro/Reader ↳ Minor elements of Megumi Fushiguro/Reader Part 1/?

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

content warning. mentions of alcohol, profanity, minor angst, unrequited love, age gap, eventual smut This is part one of a several part story revolving around smut. **Minors DNI**

Length 1.5k words

A fun night resulting in a drunken mistake. That's all this was, right? The shock and humiliation upon waking up completely naked in a bed that wasn't your own is what immediately clouded your mind. Sitting up, you held your head in a desperate attempt to subdue the vicious pounding, face scrunched in pain. You had gone out for drinks with Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi, but you must have been blackout for half the evening. That's the only reasonable assumption, considering you didn't know where you were or how you got here. Really, what and how much did I drink last night? With one last squeeze of your head to get your bearings, you slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room in hopes of gathering your clothes as quickly as possible and getting the fuck out. Whoever owned this room probably didn't want their one night stand to overstay their welcome either. Wait.... You knew this room. You knew it like the back of her hand. No, no way. "Oh, you're awake." There's no fucking way. The resounding 'click' of the door closing behind the familiar figure made your stomach drop. You went pale, much to his dismay. He didn't show it. "Look, we don't... we don't have to-" "Megumi, what the fuck happened?" Deep blue eyes bore into your own, what was that look he was giving you? What was he to expect? The two of you had been attached at the hip since the end of high school, you were close, but not like this. Your panicked eyes followed his movements, watching him step towards you and sit on the edge of the bed. You instinctually pulled the dark duvet higher, making sure you were covering anything that may have been exposed. "It seems things got a little out of hand last night, I don't know how else to say this." "Did we actually, like... sleep with each other?" When he didn't say anything, didn't even react, seconds seemed to turn into minutes. 'No, I cleaned you up because you threw up everywhere. That's really why you're naked'. That must have been- "Yes." "Like, we had sex?" ".... Yes." Your head pounded in protest of the answer you didn't want to hear. He was like a brother to you, how did this happen? Megumi extended his hand, placing the pills he had brought on the bed beside you, catching the subtle shift of you pulling the blanket up higher out of the corner of his eye. "I'll give you some space. I folded your clothes, they're on top of my dresser. After you're done maybe we can... talk about this. Take your time," He exhaled the last of his sentence, standing up and leaving the room again. You hadn't ever gotten dressed that fast in your life. You didn't even bother with your bra and underwear, simply carrying them in the crook of your arm. Rushed footsteps came to a screeching halt when met with a tall broad form blocking the hallway. Toji seemed to be just as confused as you, viridescent eyes darting between your very disheveled appearance, your smeared makeup, and the undergarments you held in your hands. You couldn't tell by his expression, or lack thereof, but you made the safe assumption he came to the conclusion of what had transpired the second he saw you. "I'm sorry Mister Fushiguro, pardon me," You politely excused yourself, squeezing by him and running down the stairs. In one swift motion you had picked up your shoes, swung the front door open, and firmly closed it behind you, leaving nothing but an uncomfortable silence in the Fushiguro household. It took you a while to get home, not stopping for a second to even put your shoes on just in case someone were to run after you. You had no doubts Megumi would. The jingling of your keys, the click of the lock, and the loud slam of the door behind you is what finally set you off. The rest of your day was spent in self loathing, crying, tylenol, and regular trips in and out of the bathroom to empty the nothingness in your stomach. Only as the sun was setting, orange and dark blue painting the sky, did you decide you needed to text Megumi about what happened. That was, if you had your phone. "Are you KIDDING me?!" You grumbled to yourself, flipping over cushions, digging through the clothes you had worn last night, scouring every surface. You must have left it at his house. His room. Newfound humiliation washed over you, knowing that you would have to see him face to face. Knock knock. Jumping at the sudden sound, you looked over to the door with wide inquisitive eyes. Did Misses Kageyama lose her cat again? You tiptoed over to the door, having to stand on your toes to look through the peephole. Today is so shit, you thought to yourself, unlocking and opening your door, but not removing the deadbolt. You peered at the tall man on the other side, warily looking up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, that's the reaction I was expecting," Toji sneered, holding out a familiar cellular device. "Kid said you might want this back." You slipped your much smaller hand through the door, grabbing onto it and tugging. Once you realized he wasn't going to let go, you let out an exasperated sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead on the back of the door. "How did you get past the door-man? You didn't buzz up." "I didn't give him a choice." Toji mused, the side of his lips twitching up. "So are you gonna stand here with my phone hostage all night? Or can I close my door." You were visibly agitated. He was obviously sent here for a reason, but with how amused he seemed at your grumpy exterior you couldn't imagine he was here on behalf of defending Megumi. His lack of response was all you needed, knowing how stubborn he was. One dejected sigh and adjustment of the deadbolt later, Toji was pushing himself through and headed for the kitchen. Make yourself at home, you rolled your eyes at his intrusive behavior. "He wanted to come by and give it to you, but I told him it'd probably be better if I did it," Toji explained upon reaching the kitchen island, leaning against it and patting a bar stool. Begrudgingly, you shuffle over and sit down. Toji always had a rocky relationship with his son, and you knew this. Megumi once told you to think of Toji is more of an older friend than a parental figure, since he's really not good at that. With that mindset, being around him became significantly less tense, giving you room to express yourself freely. "You looked like shit leaving the house this morning." "You can leave now." Toji put the phone down, sliding it towards you on the granite countertop. "Look, I'm not here to judge what you kids are or aren't doing, all I'm saying," He paused, eyes never leaving yours, "Is that you didn't seem very happy with your decision." "Actually, it seems like you regret it a lot." He was right. You knew he was right, if you could go back in time right now and even prevent yourself from going out with everyone, you would do it in a heartbeat. You felt disgusted in yourself, this was akin to having sex with a sibling for you. Even though you didn't say anything, the expression you held and the way you chewed the inside of your cheek spoke volumes. Toji didn't seem to miss that. "In my experience," He broke the silence, "The best way to get over regrettable sex is to have unregrettable sex." Your eyes locked with his, throat suddenly becoming dry. "Where was that keen parenting when you were raising Megumi?" You meant to sound bitter, but it came out as a whisper. He chuckled at your meek attempt to halt the conversation. He decided to ignore it. "I'm giving you a line, it's up to you if you wanna grab it or not." He leaned back over the counter as he spoke, hand coming down to your knee and inching, painstakingly slowly, up your leg. "If I know anything-" "Do you?" He gripped your thigh, it must have been hard enough to bruise, but the look in his eye was more dangerous than his hands. Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, heart racing and God you hoped he couldn't hear it. "I'm an expert at fucking," Toji's tone dropped, viridescent eyes drinking in your flustered appearance, but stopping at where his hand was on your upper thigh. His grip loosened, gently caressing the skin there. "After I'm done with you, Megumi'll be the last thing on your mind. You want to feel good?" Everything that had happened today, all of your regrets, all your frustration, your humiliation, came crashing down on you, it fogged your mind. Toji was undeniably attractive, you've known that since the moment you met him. If you do this, there's no turning back. "What do you think?" He pressed, his hand moving up to the seam of your shorts. Fuck it. "What... did you have in mind?" The predatory grin that split his face made you surge with fear and delight, watching his scar pull taught in the most deliciously tantalizing way. "Why don't I show you?"

[rantingnbanting]

Hi, internet. How’s it going?

So, unless you live under a rock, you’ve noticed the starkers vs the antis issue going around.

If you haven’t here’s a brief summary: starkers are people who ship MCU Peter Parker (played by Tom Holland)/MCU Tony Stark (played by rdj). Those details are very specific because in the MCU, Peter is a young boy (age 15 or 16 during infinity war) who is still in high school and Tony Stark is a wealthy business man in his forties. The antis are so strongly against this ship because the see it as pedophilloic and even inscestual. Starkers, obviously, disagree with this. There have been threats toward starkers and overall hate involving this. So I decided to make a general statement about this.

As a fan of the MCU and a supporter of all types of creators, i have come across Starker in my time on tumblr and AO3. Honestly, I don’t have a problem with it. (Tbh I’ve seen waaaay worse lololololol) I’ll keep my specific opinions to myself, but, for the record, I don’t give a shit what Starkers produce. It’s like all opinions; as long as they’re not shoving it down my throat and telling me that it’s the only canon ship in the entire MCU, I’m fine with it. I know there is going to be ships in every fandom that I don’t personally ship, so I keep my distance.

But

I’m sorry, but some of the stuff the antis are doing concern me. Like some of the stuff some of them say about Starkers and the ducking threats make me extremely worried. Like, this is kind of off topic but idfc, I saw a list of antis sorted into columns based on “how anti-starker” you are. And there was a blog, who shall remain nameless, that had tagged “fuck st*rkers” but they were in the column that was “has in bio and said Starkers DNI” or something like that. That may have just been a small error, but for some reason, it really made me mad.

I get it. It’s your blog. You can do whatever the fuck you want to do on it. It’s yours. But, not to sound like your second grade teacher, there’s nicer ways to phrase “fuck starkers” in your bio. You can add something like “pls don’t tag my stuff as a ship thanks!” See how mcuh more friendly it sounds?

And side note, what’s the deal with the * in place of the a? Like I said, somebody tagged a post “fuck st*rkers”. I think saying fuck on your blog is a little worse than saying starker. I just don’t get it.

And pls don’t get me wrong. There are a fair number of starker blogs and fanfics I have major issues with. But you know what i do?

I ignore them

I scroll right through them

I don’t search them up just to get mad

Wow, crazy, I know.

Bc starker stuff comes up in my dashboard even though I don’t ship it. Tons of random ships just appear on my dashboard bc I’m so deep into the marvel fandom that Tumblr won’t let me even try to get out now lol.

But I don’t give threats to the creators! I don’t write fucking novels on why I hate one side or the other. I just keep scrolling. Because what’s the use of adding fuel to the fire? (This Spies to both Starkers and antis btw).

I hope this post is a middle ground for starkers and antis. I’m trying not to favor either side too much because the thing I don’t want to do is cause something else. June is fucking pride month, a month meant to celebrate acceptance and happiness towards each other as humans. And, as far as I know, it seemed to get worse this June.

I’m not asking for everyone to hold hands and sing fucking Kumbaya. I’m just asking for everyone to try to be tolerant of everyone.

Lowkey might lose my nerve and delete this tomorrow bc it’s literally 2 am and i tend to get really ballsy at night 😂😂

[wreckmetoji]

idfc

An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.

↳ Toji Fushiguro/Reader

Part 6/?

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 7

content warning. age gap, afab reader, oral(f receiving), size kink, exhibitionism, degrading, public sex, overstimulation, dumbification, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, oral(m receiving), toji makes you his personal pocket pussy, profanity, shameless smut

This is part six of a several part story revolving around smut. **Minors DNI**

1.8k words

He spoke, the words making you shiver more than his tongue now licking a long stripe up your pussy. "We've got fifteen minutes. I'll only need seven." Every little sound echoed and bounced off the mirror-lined walls, shaky sighs and mewls seeming much louder than they were. One of your hands covered your nose and mouth tightly when you felt Toji flick his tongue over your already sensitive clit, trying to repress the noises coming out of you. He didn't seem to appreciate that, if the way he sucked on the delicate nub was any indication. "T-Toji, please..." You whispered from behind your hand, watching his thick fingers trace the inside of your thigh. His darkened green eyes shot up, holding prolonged eye contact as his fingers grazed your convulsing cunt. "You know better, brat. Who do you think you're talking to?" He quickly went back to his ministrations, mouth working over your clit with fervor. His finger entered you without warning, sliding in with ease. Realizing this, Toji smirked, detaching from you once more as he slid in a second finger. "Look how wet you are already, I could bend you over right now and fuck you senseless." He scissored his fingers inside you as he spoke. "Bet you were thinkin' about this all night." Part of you knew that mischievous glint in his eyes was telling you he would, but it seemed like he had other plans. A yelp came from your throat at the sudden assault on your clit, fingers working in time with his mouth and tongue. The way he grazed his teeth over your nub, coupled with how deliciously he was curling his fingers, made you gasp, free hand shooting out to grip his messy black hair. He didn't seem to mind, for now. The way the pads of his fingers massaged that particularly spongy part inside of you had you throwing your head back, nearly hard enough to make the mirror behind you crack. "Please, p-please! So...c-close..." You begged, whining as he slowed, but you knew what he wanted. "Please, sir, please let me cum." That seemed to do it for him. Toji groaned against your swollen clit, sucking, licking, and kissing you through your orgasm. He continued, even as you started to come down, making you squirm against his unrelenting abuse on your overstimulated cunt. When your grip tightened and tugged his hair is when he finally came up, fingers coming out of you to grab your wrist and tug your hand off of him. Your rough treatment seemed to stir something primal in him. He didn't say a word as he tugged you off the counter, flipping you and slamming your front against the hard surface. Winded, and unable to say anything, you simply watched in the mirror as he unbuckled his belt and shimmied his pants down just enough for his cock to bounce free, all while using one hand to pin your wrists behind your back. Once he was lined up with your dripping core, he released your wrists, only to trap them again on either side of your body, using his large hands to both grip your hips and pin your wrists against your sides. "Five minutes," Toji grunted as he sheathed himself inside you in one thrust, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. With the pace he was going, you knew this would be the especially rough treatment you never got to see the other night. Using his overwhelming strength, he lifted your body so he wasn't having to hunch over your tiny frame. Your toes couldn't touch the ground, even in your heels. You were completely at his mercy as he fucked into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin deafening in the otherwise quiet room. "Still want me to break you, princess?" He lilted, abs tightening every time his hips rammed into yours. "Want me to break that tight little pussy, fuck you so good so no other dick can satisfy you?" His lewd words fell on deaf ears, too consumed by every time he thrust into you, the tip of his cock was kissing your cervix oh so wonderfully. You couldn't form words, but watching his towering figure in the mirror grin wickedly at you made you tighten around him. One particularly hard thrust made you scream, tears pricking at your eyes and jaw hanging slack. Toji couldn't help but hiss at the sight, watching the tears stream down your face. He only fucked you harder, your senseless blubbering increasing in volume and pitch, drool sliding out from the corner of your lips. "Cum for me, you fucking slut." He commanded, hips shoving you so far into the counter you were sure your pelvis would bruise, the side of your face pressed up against the mirror. And you did. It was earth shattering, your toes curling in your shoes, your hands trying desperately to find something, anything, to grab onto, failing miserably, so you grabbed at the air instead. One of Toji's hands left your side and went up to the back of your neck, seemingly bracing himself as he came inside of you, hips only slowing after he'd finished pumping everything he's worth into your aching, abused hole. Quickly catching his breath and gaining his composure, Toji pulled out of you, leaving you slack against the marble counter. He, unsurprisingly, was still semi-hard as he tucked himself back into his pants, fixing his dress shirt, before finally taking a look at the clock. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Eight minutes." Using shaky arms, you slowly pushed yourself off the counter, making sure you had good footing before standing on your own. The sticky, warm mess between your thighs slowly dribbled down your legs, suddenly making you very aware of where you were. "Can I have my underwear back, please?" You bit, slightly irritated, fixing your hair and smudged makeup in the mirror. Toji simply smirked. "Nah." Part of you knew that would be his response, but you were disappointed nevertheless. His hands were in his pockets, and he offered an arm out for you to take. What a gentleman, you thought with a roll of your eyes, walking in front of him and out the door. You ignored the way the man outside eyed you up and down once again, eyes briefly stopping at the dripping liquid on the inside of your legs. Toji followed close behind, tucking another bill in the man's breast pocket without even sparing him a glance. You made a quick beeline for the table, grabbing your purse, and met back up with Toji at the front of the restaurant where he was taking his card back from the front staff. The silence that hung over you two was unbearable as the valet seemed to take his sweet time fetching the car. You held tightly onto your purse, thighs rubbing together, trying to prevent any more cum from leaking out and dripping down your legs. He didn't even bother helping clean up this time. "Keep moving like that and I might just have to fuck you again." Surprised by his words, you looked up at him, then down at the beginnings of a tent in his pants. What the hell was this guy taking to have such a high sex drive at his age? The car rolled up, and the two of you walked down the stone steps. Toji very mockingly opened your door for you, arm hanging on the roof when you stepped inside. "Make a mess on my seats and you'll be in big trouble, little girl." Defiantly, you swayed your ass on the seat underneath you, the squelching sound of his seed rubbing into the leather audible. "Should've helped me clean up then, asshole." You spat back, watching his unwavering gaze and unfaltering expression. He didn't say anything else, only closing the door with a little too much force, making you jump. He quickly opened the driver's side door, settling himself in and closing it behind him. He didn't buckle his seat belt, and as you reached for your own, he drove off, only shooting you a glance. "Touch that seat belt and I'll stop right here, right now, and fuck you right over the hood of the car." He was uneasily nonchalant, lighting a cigarette. You believed him. Placing your hands back on top of the purse in your lap, you sat in silence for a moment. When Toji pulled onto the highway that headed towards your apartment, his arm tensed, gripping the wheel tighter. His elbow was propped up against the car door, fingers hovering over his mouth as he took a long drag of his smoke. "If you wanna run that pretty mouth, you better put it to good use." He warned, giving you another glance as he pulled into the right lane. Swallowing, mouth suddenly very dry, you dumbly stared at him. Was he really telling you to give him road head? Your eyes trailed down, seeing the well defined outline of his hard cock in his pants. That answered your question. "Well? I'm waiting." Fingers tapped the wheel impatiently, urging you to lean over the center console and unbuckle, unbutton, and pull his pants down when he raised his hips slightly. When you took the base into your fist, he glanced down at you, hand still hovering against his mouth. He looked back up when you took the tip in, slowly moving down with every bob of your head. Toji exhaled in approval, eyes closing and rolling back just briefly when he felt you go down far enough to make you gag. The last two inches were never met with the warmth of your mouth, deciding to put your hands to work instead. One hand worked in time with your mouth, coaxing the occasional hum or grunt from him. He didn't make much noise, so every time he did, it sent a jolt of pride down your spine. Making a turn off the highway, Toji exhaled quickly through his mouth, hips bucking upwards as you swirled your tongue when you came up, then pushing your tongue along the bottom vein as you went back down. Just as he was pulling into your apartment complex, you could feel his climax reaching, his hips moving up in time with your mouth. As suddenly as the car stopped, a hand was placed on the back of your head, forcing you down to take all of him in your mouth. Tears spilled as your eyes screwed shut, choking and gagging as he held you there, a low, moaned good girl falling from his lips as he came down your throat. He held you there a moment too long, finally letting go of your head. You shot up, taking a deep breath, swallowing the remnants of his seed, and coughing. You glared at him, only to be met with a shit-eating grin. "Looks like that smart mouth is good for something. Now get out of my car."

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