#but it IS 2am

[torusmistress]

Down to Fuck!

context | cw: smut, alcohol, party, mean toji, heavy degrading, unprotected sex, oral | gn!reader

you and your friend finally made it out of the house after hours of getting ready. she put the address in the navigation of your car and started driving. you finally made it, taking a turn down a block lined with dark secluded homes, all but one. the house on the right was something straight out of a movie. it was so stereotypical. the gated front yard was filled with people, either sporting a drink in their hand or an actual human.

a curb abruptly meets your rear tire as your friend does a botched job of parallel parking. you grunt at the sudden jump and glare at your friend. "whoops," she says sheepishly. she parks and you unbuckle your seatbelt, hopping out the car, adjusting your clothes as you do. your friend joins you by your side and takes your hand in hers, leading you towards the front door.

just as you're walking in the front door a scent wafts past your nose. the strong scent of alcohol, making your face physically cringe. "come on, follow me to the kitchen," your friend says while beckoning you into another entrance. " actually, just wait here while i get the drinks," she says, knowingly smirking at you.

she returns with a purple cup full of liquid and hands it to you. "what's in this?" you ask her, bringing the cup to your hand to give it a sniff. "just some liquid courage," she says while taking a sip from hers. you laugh and take a sip as well. "holy shit girl, what the hell is in this,'' you shout over the loud music.

she laughs and ignores the question, "im gonna go network, you okay here?" she asks, all while already half out the door. "yea... i guess so," you trail off.

you float around a bit taking note of all the different characters and the different array of colored cups they all held. all while taking multiple small sips from your cup while trying to get into the vibe of the party.

-

its 20 minutes later and it seems all of the drinks you had went straight to your bladder. you get up from the living room couch and trudge through the hallways trying to find a rest room. the halls are lined with people, some lone bodies and others standing close together grinding to the music that blared through the halls on a speaker. you shove through to the stairs, unsuccessful finding an empty one on the first floor.

a door at the end of the hallway is left ajar and you can see a bathroom from where you stand. you rush over to the bathroom and relieve yourself. you're washing your hands now when the door shoves open, "woah- im in here," you shout out defensively, mouth agape.

the door is now wide open and in the frame stands a tall burly dark-haired man. he's wearing a black shirt hugging his body in all the right places. his pants hang off his hips comfortably, exposing the band of his drawers.

"well are you gonna' just eye fuck me or get out of the way?" he questions, his voice is deep and abrasive. sending a shiver down your spine. "i- um- sorry," you stutter out while moving to the side of the bathroom to let him in. "nah, don't be sorry. it's cute," he says in a teasing voice. "such a little innocent thing like you, what are you doing at a place like this? with that cup of all things." he inquires while stepping closer to you, cornering you in.

your back is now flush against the wall and he's closing the door behind him. your nostrils are permeated with his scent, its arousing yet a little overwhelming. like the trademark scent of a man. "what? what do you mean?" your confused and quite oblivious to what the cup comment was referring to. "so now you're gonna' act all stupid?" he asks, tone laced with condescension while moving a loose strand of hair from your eye.

he's attractive, that you can't deny - and you're not exactly upset at your current predicament, just confused is all. "i take it as you're not in here to use the bathroom, are you?" you ask while looking at him. he cheekily grins while chuckling. "well, you're not as dumb as you lead on sweetheart,'' he says while lifting a hand to your jaw.

"let me take you sweetheart, just for tonight," he purrs softly, his eyes are hooded as he’s looking down on you. they're clouded with something you could only describe as carnal desire. you quietly agree, letting him lead. he grins at your compliance while heavily exhaling, "mm, 'm gonna' have so much fun with you. on your knees, sweetheart.'' he orders - you hesitate for a second at the request, not exactly jumping for joy to get on the floor of a random strangers bathroom.

"want me to repeat myself?" he asks expectantly, with a glint in his eye. "get to your fucking knees, now." he tells you, except now its evident in his tone that you don't have the luxury of a choice. your knees are now on the toilet mat, which you're grateful for so your knees won't be as bruised.

you’re closely watching him as he's pulling down his pants, low enough so you have enough leverage to get what you want. your hands are greedily gripping the waistband of his underwear, in attempt to free his now prominent boner. "don’t worry, slow down— you’ll get what you want soon enough.” he teases, aiding you with removing his bottoms.

the party downstairs is still raging on, the sounds and smells flooding your senses along with the tall brooding male. but it’s now that you're starting to feel warmness from both all the alcohol and new coming arousal. you've been in some morally questionable situations but never at a house on your knees about to suck off a stranger. but hey, you have your needs too!

his length is now securely in your hands, yet the two still aren’t enough. you start working your way around his tip, it’s red and sensitive, desperate for attention. a sheen layer of pre-cum from his tip now rests on your tongue, working with your saliva as lubrication. your lips comfortably rest around his dick as you get accustomed to the abrasion. sucking in a sharp breath, he sighed. the warmth of your mouth as comforting as ever.

“put your hands in your lap, i’ll take it from here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, one of his large hands now rested at the back of your head pulling you in. obediently you comply, resting your hands on your legs.

he uses his large rough hands as leverage to make you take more, bobbing your head steadily up and down his whole length. tears prick at your waterline as he pushes deeper down your throat unapologetically. chasing his own high.

saliva is forming around his cock and the sounds your mouth is producing are almost sinful. it’s such a pretty sight, you on your knees obediently being throat-fucked. toji lived for this more than anything, breaking brat after brat into useful toys for his personal discretion and disposal.

“such a slut, bein’ so good f’ me, taking it all with no problem,” he hisses, his thrust into your mouth are labored and strategically timed. he’s been doing this for a long time, so of course he knows how he likes it.

“you’re taking this way better than I expected,” he compliments while his dick rests snuggly at the back of your throat. strings of saliva fall from his balls while you cockwarm. your nose rested right into the base of hjs pubes and you can feel him throbbing as his dick occupied your mouth.

erratic grunts can be heard from outside the door as he speeds up again. the lewd sounds of you gagging being exactly what he needs to hear in the moment, sending him right over the edge. both of his hands hold your head now, leaving you no choice to squirm away. a rough pace is kept while he’s heavily panting and mumbling profanities.

“fuck— ‘m gonna’ cum, ‘n yer gonna’ — fuckin’ swallow it.” he pants out in labored breaths. the pace is now brutal, his balls roughly colliding with your chin with each given thrust, adding on another element. it’s not long before he has you pulled into his pelvis, feeling his warm cum trickle down your throat.

“fuck that was good.” he purrs while playfully smacking his hand on your cheek. “now c'mon 'n stand, bend over the sink.” he orders. you try to stand up but there’s an uncomfortable pang in your knees from the lack of blood circulation.

which he takes note of — his hands are now straddling your waist supporting your weight. "don't worry love, i won't let you fall,'' he whispers sweetly in your ear. the party downstairs seems to have died down, less chatter being heard.

his warm body is nestled against yours, he's so close his musk is nearly overbearing the smell of sex. hands are on the sink, and clothes are on the floor. “your body is fuckin’ perfect,” he comments under his breath. all while he’s sporting another boner, a refractory period unheard of.

your back is arched like a cat against the counter. the ceramic surface against your bare hips is cooling in contrast of your overheating body. one hand is on your hip while the other is dragging his length across your entrance. the teasing is making you impatient, your body craving some more friction.

you take it as he’s also getting impatient because not even 10 seconds later and he’s pushing in. the sudden intrusion is making you bite your lip. for what he doesn’t have in length he had in girth.

he’s pushing in more and more by the second, and you’re salivating. once he’s at the base he starts with a slow motion, letting you both get adjusted.

-

he’s going at a steady pace, you’re a moaning mess. he has you gripped by the neck, pulled up so your back is flush against his chest. “am i fucking you good baby,” he asks, “tell me how ‘m making you feel, or i’ll stop. you know i will.”

his thrusts are ruthless, and so is his words. you know he isn’t bluffing though. you grab onto his arm that’s wrapped around your throat and whine, “fuck- i’ll do anything you want, just- mm, please don’t stop, please.” you’re a desperate mess, and he loves it.

in the moment all you can focus on is the feeling, not your friend who you rode with — who was probably in the same situation nonetheless. not even the consequences of sleeping with a stranger. only thinking about getting off.

your moans are erratic, some softly begging for more while others are an animalistic plea for his touch. “look at you baby, look in the mirror. all desperate and pathetic. does it feel good to be so full?” his words by any other would deter you completely, but now they’re the cherry on top. his sultry tone helping deliver his lewd words. his words feel good right now, it’s like a guilty pleasure; something you genuinely crave but can’t have.

he’s awakening something carnal, a cock-desperate slut willingly to take whatever he dished out in the moment. your eyes fall onto his in the mirror in front of you. he has a strange glint in his eye, something dark.

toji’s mind is clouded with pleasure, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, leaving a mark. his tongue dances over the surface, it’s soothing.

“the way you look while taking dick is the most mesmerizing thing.” he says, you can feel him throbbing now — close to orgasm.

“shit ‘m close, you’re fuckin’ dangerous. cum with me baby.” his thrusts are harsh, disregarding your pleasure. your head is thrown back, resting on his shoulder as he fucks you into a orgasm.

it’s not long before you’re buried at the hilt of his cock, taking another load of his. the second of the night. morals long gone out the door.

-

you’re sitting on the closed toilet seat now, half dressed reeling yourself in. “that was great, let’s do this again.” he says winking while buttoning up his pants and heading out the door.

while you sit there you question how would you see him again.

let’s just say it was a quiet ride home.

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[goldenfoxthe1st]

classifying soukoku as purely romantic or purely platonic is so.....strange to me. ive been trying to find the right word to describe their relationship and if im being honest? there isnt one. they're soukoku, dazai and chuuya, double black. but they're also dazai and chuuya, two people living their own separate lives.

I've seen a lot of people say they're soulmates, and i used that for a while too. but after more thinking, that doesn't fit either. the relationship they've formed with eachother is entirely their own. they're not enemies, friends, or lovers. i think they would gag just thinking of the last two. they hate each other but they also love each other, in their own weird way.

im not sure if im making any sense, to be honest. i guess the best way to summarize it would be: there is no label for dazai and chuuya. they just....are

[atalana]

but seriously i do find it so funny that ford was like OH GOD MY PRECIOUS REPUTATION after bill possessed him around other people for all of one night

and then he gets back to this dimension after thirty years and this is now the photo the press associates with his name

[toodrunktofindaurl]

fan letter

[midwest-femme]

lesbians with terrible sleep schedules. you agree. reblog.

[st-just]

Tumblr really is full to bursting of the fascinating category of people who will shout ACAB at the top of their lungs and despise the American prison system with dramatic displays of vitriol but when confronted with someone who did something they actually think is a serious moral transgression cannot conceive of 'justice' meaning anything except the offender suffering, preferably in dramatic and humiliating ways.

You see how the median opinion on prison rape remains shrugging and considering it part of the sentence, really.

[lesbianfiddleford]

[ninjasmudge]

sorry that i yell this at him every time i die in-game.

anyway i think the adrenaline rush of death is one hell of a drug

[clawz-loopz]

Katsukis undercover and a certain someone just BLEW IT...

[rejectedbytheempty]

actually, ykw? imagine if simon had a civilian s/o and bc he’s constantly away and the partner is there most of the time anyways, he lets them decorate the place.

they make it so cozy with a million lamps with stained glass lampshades and tapestries on the walls and an unexpected number of stuffed animals on the bed.

one time, simon invites tf 141 to his flat and their jaws dropped, bc ofc simon didn’t warn them about the absolute pinterest board that his place was.

in fact, he hadn’t mentioned a partner at all, or to you that his team would be coming over so you’re still in one of simon’s raggedy old t-shirts with a handful of dry cereal halfway to your mouth.

it’s generally a shock for both parties, simon excluded, who seems to settle himself right in, kissing the top of your head, eyes crinkling slightly as he grins, looking rather like a cat showing off the bird he dragged in.

you had some choice words for him later, but for now, you brushed the crumbs off your face and wiped your hands off on your shirt before sticking your hand out to the team to introduce yourself.

surprisingly, it goes rather well. all things considered. the team is charmed by you and your ability to make ghost blush and smile endlessly. and you’re absolutely enamored with the fact that they keep complimenting your decor.

[oobbbear]

Nerds trying to flirt both nervous as hell

Full version

[gae-bolg-alternative-dot-exe]

[minimanuke]

This image was MADE for them

[robinsversion]

How I sleep knowing I always cite my sources:

(First image from the film Drip Dippy Donald (1948); second image from season 4, episode 3 of the Simpsons, “Homer the Heretic” (1992).)

[fiasco95]

Sirius: Regulus got arrested at 2 in the morning. Guess who he called?

Sirius: Oh, James? His fiancé, logical choice right? No.

Sirius: Oh? Then, me. His brother, the most obvious choice at this point! No.

Mary: I’m confused, who the fuck did he call then?

Sirius, pointing at Remus: Him. And they got maccies right fucking after!! Instead of letting James and I know!

Regulus, nodding: Brother-in-law.

Remus, nodding back: Brother-in-law.

[snoelledarts]

Happy Birthday Percy Jackson, I wish you were real bc you would have loved kissing the homies on the mouth.