#i was meant to be born a boy

[supemaeve]

It's funny, you know, of all the people here, I've known you the longest. Sometimes it just seems like you're the only person I can lean on.

[digitalgirls]

i think itzy should be allowed to shoot people

[sirlancenotalot]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

job applications: this is entry level! anyone can apply!

job applications: ...as long as you've done at least six months of highly specific work, or have this exact degree, or if you kissed a chicken during the last moon of 2012-

[elizabeth-dicewielder]

Having emotions about Naminé again

[pennyserenade]

david duchovny in chaplin tells me all i need to know abt his face and what it would’ve done in old hollywood (lots even with that stupid hat)

[jaxieshauna]

the best a boy can ever be is pretty

he launches ships on which he sails to safety

&& what i'm feeling isn't lust it's envy

he has the earth , makes love to her to spite me

i am held captive by the ribbon round my neck

each course i chart determined by a wreck

the power in my hips is useless in the dark

what good are red lips when you're faced with

something sharp ?

[mako-island-moon-pool]

Personally of the belief that live action fans who go onto animanga posts uninvited like 'I DESPERATELY NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I THINK THE ART STYLE IS UGLY EVEN THO THIS OPINION IS IRRELEVANT TO THE POST' should be hit with a big rock. We already moved past this ten years ago, get with it or get lost. Swallow the hunger inside of you that demands everything be palatable to you. Maybe you could stand to be a little uncomfortable for a while

[docholligay]

It’s hard for me to actually ANALYZE this, because it’s just right there. They put a book in front of us, ffs.

This is about characters leaving their stories, and the idea that once you leave your story, you have nowhere to go. That characters, having lived their entire lives in a world constructed specifically for them, can only tamp through a forest of darkness, ideas in a tangled lines of branches without having been made into anything at all. I think this is what it’s saying about loving parents, that we as authors ‘raise’ our characters to some extent, and whether we give them what they want, we give them what they need, narratively. And that is love. That is care.

Once a character escapes that, they lose the structure in which they were formed, and can’t find their way. This is why sequels are often horrible, and TV shows that go on too long.

Please note I have never seen this and am watching spoiler-free! Please don’t confirm, deny, or explain anything, even if it’s historical or cultural! Thank you!

[livvyofthelake]

the thing about the taylor’s version vault tracks is that they are soooo hit or miss and every time i have to be like wow i can see why you didn’t put some of these on the album… and it’s just largely disappointing but i guess some of them are pretty great so it evens out. but like. for every electric touch we have to get a castles crumbling. for every i bet you think about me we have to get a. whatever one of the other red vault tracks were i don’t remember the ones i don’t like.

[kariachi]

Wake up, write fic about Argit’s initial experiences outside the Null Void, somehow end up hitting on the progression of the boys’ criminal careers, heave a sigh, post.

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Argit was the only reason they’d survived the Null Void. Say what you would about children being born and raised in that death trap, but it made for real experts. No change in topography or ecology threw him. He could tell you exactly how much water or food you should try to grab when you had the chance, knew the odds you’d come across more at any given time. Had a feel for all the little signs a newcomer would miss that a piece of land was getting ready to do something weird. Knew the best places to hide, how to tell a stranger likely to do you harm from one who wouldn’t. By necessity he had mastered telling good water from bad, hunting any small critter he could, determining what plants were worth foraging and what weren’t. The dimension and his family’s neglect had made for harsh, but very effective, teachers, and if by some tragedy they had been forced to stay forever? They’d have been as fine as it was possible to be.

But they didn’t, thank fuck. They’d gotten out, together, and it had been quite literally a whole new world. One Argit had been in no way adapted for.

He was always thankful for Kevin, even at their lowest points he was his first and greatest friend, but falling into life outside the Null Void had kicked that up into high gear. You would never get him to admit how long it took him to properly enter the first city they found. (Four days. Kevin would affectionately tease him about it for the rest of his life.) Everything had been enclosed, there had been so many people in such a small area, every alarm bell in his mind had screamed that it wasn’t safe, it was a trap, they were in danger. But Kevin had known better. Or at least, he’d known what parts were threats and what weren’t. He was a master at surviving in big cities, as he had assured him at every turn, and the time in the Void had given him a feel for interacting with a range of species. They’d thrown together a hidey-hole on the outskirts and he would leave Argit there, venturing into the city and coming back with information and food.

Each time he returned safe and each time he was able to talk Argit into walking a little further in. Slowly he’d convinced him that they weren’t going to immediately be ambushed, that you could tell safe areas from more dangerous ones. There was rhyme and reason in how these places were arranged and traversed, tips and tricks you could use to find your way around, easier marks than Argit had ever gotten the chance to work with before, who were more easily evaded if a theft went wrong and far less likely to kill you or leave you to die.

It was far from an easy time, but for someone who had grown up in the Null Void it still eventually began to feel like the closest thing to a paradise. Stores existed, for fuck’s sake.

Those had been a shocker on level with the first park Kevin had dragged him to. Argit had spent an unknown amount of time just wandering that little park, marveling at the amount of plants all in one place, the bright colors and sweet smell of hordes of flowers, grass soft beneath his feet, trees he’d bolted up as soon as Kevin’d confirmed they were safe. Right up until Kevin had dragged him away at speed as an officer approached. That would go on to be a theme, apparently cops got worse than throwing a load of people into a near-unlivable wasteland and refusing small children escape without proper paperwork no matter what they were bribed with, on the outside they were perfectly willing to accost you for simply existing in the space. Kevin had had many stories of getting in trouble functionally for being dirty and alone somewhere, tales that would prove to ring true as time went on.

Even in the stores, people would watch and wait for any reason to call the authorities on a pair of scruffy kids wandering around alone. Not that Argit even noticed in the first four Kevin showed him. He was too busy being enthralled by the sheer amount of stuff. Tall shelves and clear, shiny cases of things he had never even imagined in his life. Whole sections larger than any den he’d ever hidden in dedicated just to clean new clothes, tech you didn’t have to build or repair yourself. Rows and rows of books and soaps and little items that served no purpose but to make wherever you were staying look a little nicer, no purpose but to amuse and delight with their presence. There were aisles of toys the likes of which brought him pain and anger both when compared to the memories of his and his siblings’ time playing with rocks and sticks at best, while out here all of this existed. Long glass counters shielding delicate chains, engraved metal rings, and shining cut stones that found something that had lain dormant in his gut for years and yanked it into life.

A whole entire building full of food. He’d been part of a family of twenty, never seen more than enough to feed ten- and that was a rare occurrence- and there he had walked in and seen enough to feed them all for, for years surely. Kevin’d had to find him a quiet corner to sit down and wrap his mind around it all. Neither of them had had a clue what any of it was, but after the Null Void even Kevin’d felt like he was dreaming.

The stores had been the real introduction to this new reality, as they’d walked through and Kevin had explained all the things Argit hadn’t known or understood. They were his introduction to money, something that would be a main source of stress for years to come. It wasn’t really a concept in the Null Void- money required having things to buy and to sell and nobody had anything in the Null Void except law enforcement. But outside, everything from food to reliable shelter cost money. A lot of money. And soon it had become clear that the only people willing to hire on a pair of dirty, unfed, functionally illiterate, damn near completely uneducated kids? Were the same sort of people they were used to dealing with.

Lucky that theft was easier and lower stakes now, because that was their best option, whether doing it for themselves or for a cut of the profits. Not their only option, as they were at times painfully reminded, but the lowest risk. The lowest profit. A foot in the door.  A way to keep fed while they made connections, made deals, made themselves sharp. Stealing led into fencing led into ‘we can get you that’. Learn to speak the language so you can make a better deal, learn to write it so you can forge convincing documents. Figure out the cops’ tells, and what sort of people to look for when you need a safe-ish place for the night. Teach yourself to spot a mark at fifty paces in bright light. See far too much of the inside of the slave trade as you rescue your partner over and over.

Surprise your ma with just how much you’ve learned when she tries to join that ‘fun’.

Adaptability, that had always been the name of the game. Whether you were adjusting for a sudden change in gravity or a deal gone sour, hunting for your food or killing for freedom. It never really changed, not at the basest level, only got easier as you found better territories, learned new techniques, made a name for yourself. Null Void, Chubula Station, Khoros, it didn’t matter where you were, the goal was always the same. You just had to survive, by any means necessary.

And no matter what strange, wonderful, horrible, new things came up, Argit was a fucking survivor.

[aladyofthecanyon]

also amanda means “deserves to be loved” and when i remember that it makes me melt a little because i’m always striving for love yk. but i naturally deserve to be loved! like wow

[dragontatoes]

can't believe anyone would wish to purposefully "romanticise your life" I'm begging myself to stop reading into the symbolism of everything. just know I could be so much worse if I gave into this impulse

[beecampbell]

a coworker gave me one sip of her redbull at age 15 and since then ive been lost

[indelen]

It's why I find the fandom discussions about what is Jon's Targaryen name sort of missing the forest for the trees. Jon doesn't have a Targ name. That's sort of the point. Except for the fact that his Targ bio dad knocked up a Stark kid he has no connection not just to Targaryens but basically to anything South of Winterfell. He would be just as unhappy and out of place in the South as Ned was. He's not going to sit on the Iron Throne since nothing in his story indicates this. He might install someone or be a temporary leader in KL (a la Cregan) but the complicated circumstances of his birth, while they may be enough for some lords in the south to buy his claim, will be meaningless to him. Because he's already been with the NW and with wildlings and with Mance long enough to know primogeniture is nonsense. He is uniquely suited to understand at the crucial time in the plot that a position of leadership should not rise from lineage, it should be earned and elected. A fact that is more obvious to us as readers but is revolutionary and basically sacrilegious in a feudal system the books are set.

GRRM’s inclusion of Mance Rayder among Jon’s expansive catalogue of father figures is a very clever one, beyond just being a retread of the fantasy protagonist gaining a temporary teacher who imparts wisdom then leaves. It’s the way Mance’s identity as father-figure and king play into Martin’s subversion and deconstruction of the secret prince trope. Because he is Rhaegar’s son, many of us would expect Jon to inherit the Iron Throne once his identity is revealed. After all, that’s the rule of the genre and Jon is as clear cut a fantasy protagonist as you can get in ASOIAF. But we’re five books into a seven-book series, and Jon is nowhere near the Iron Throne. Not only that, but he still doesn’t know who he truly is. Instead, he’s spent three out of the five books interacting with Mance’s kingdom, building their trust and becoming Mance’s spiritual heir. Jon even completes what Mance tried and failed to do when he manages to bring wildings south of the Wall and install some sort of working peace with the Watch. By the end of ADWD, Jon has pretty much become the de facto leader of the wildlings and there’s thousands more left to save. So if GRRM is to subvert the hidden prince trope in any way, it looks like he already has. Jon may not be the one to inherit Rhaegar’s kingdom at the end, but it sure looks like he’ll inherit all of Mance’s. And it’s quite clever to have the fantasy protagonist not take over his father’s kingdom by virtue of his birth, but instead rule a stand in’s by virtue of his actions.

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ sweet, sticky, thick, and pretty ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : toji wants to give you another baby

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : this is a post from my old blog but i revamped it and i really wanted to share this again because i was really proud of it. and yes, it's another breeding kink + pregnant kink. consider it a part two, since it takes place after megumi is born

toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you.

yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things.

it starts off with how he sees you coo over megumi, calling him your sweet baby. you're such a good mother, too, it's clear you'd likely be the favorite parent to that little brat.

but god, does he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid that he gave you.

the day you ask megumi what he wants for his upcoming 4th birthday at dinner, neither one of you is prepared for the words that come out of your son's mouth.

“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly as he chews on the steamed carrots, looking at you and toji. it was clear from how confident the little guy is that he's put a lot of thought into this.

“but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.”

little brat. you straight up choke, trying to stop the laugh-coughs as toji looks at his son, offended. this really is his son, because who else but you and the kid he made with you could have the nerve to say shit like that to him?

“twerp, you look just like me, you realize that, right?”

megumi huffs, looking at his dad in the cutest little glare. “that’s 'cause i'm a boy, though," he explains as if it's obvious, his precious little cheeks puffed up as he stuffs more of his food in his mouth.

"my sister has to be like mommy. you’d be an ugly girl, daddy.” toji just rolls his eyes, pinching the cheeks of the mini him, ignoring his protests. as the two bicker, you think. would it...really be that bad to have another baby? you always wanted a girl, after all, and toji took such good care of you and megumi...it couldn't be that bad. “well, uhm,” you begin, catching the attention of toji, an unfamiliar smile on your face.

there's a mischievous look on your face right now, his eyes narrowing as he waits for your response. whatever you're about to say is either going to haunt him for the next few days or make him roll his eyes at you.

“i'm sure daddy and i can work something out for you, 'gumi, but let’s think of some other things, too, m'kay?” 

ah.

you went the haunting route.

ignoring the little cheer his son let out, toji can't hide the disbelieving look that crosses his face when he processes what you just said.

'daddy'?

you've said the word, sure, usually when you talk to megumi about him. but something was different about how you said it, the way you looked at him when you said it, the barely visible flutter of your eyes...a silent promise there'd definitely be a deeper conversation about it later.

the very day megumi has a sleepover with the neighbor's kid, yuuji, toji is mentally cheering. he loves his son with all his heart, he truly does, but having a toddler in bed meant limited contact with his pretty wife.

it's only been 3 days since that little comment you made and it's been on toji's mind constantly. every time he tried to bring it up with you, megumi would interrupt and toji was not being the reason his son ended up traumatized because he overheard mommy and daddy talking about making babies in the kitchen.

"bye, gumi! make sure you behave for mr. nanami, okay? have fun with yuuji," you coo as you press two kisses to your son's cheeks, snapping toji back to the present.

"see ya, kid, be good," toji says, giving a nod of acknowledgement to nanami. megumi barely says goodbye before he runs after yuuji to the car, his run a bit awkward because of his overnight backpack.

waving goodbye to nanami, you shut the door, turning to look at toji with that smile as you.

"hi, toj."

you think you're so cute, don't you?

"hey, mama."

toji can't even lie, you are. wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants? yeah, your the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes one. his hands rest on your hips, pulling you flush to his chest. fuck, you weren't even doing anything but he could already feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.

he's never been so whipped in his life.

"d'you wanna talk," you murmur lowly, your finger running over the thin silver chain on his neck. "we could go to the bedroom...and talk about the baby thing."

toji's eyes darken at the suggestion, knowing exactly what would happen the moment you both go into the bedroom. "yeah. think it's 'bout time we talked about it," he hums as he grips your wrist, tugging you to your room.

as soon you both step foot into the bedroom, toji hungrily presses your lips against his, letting out a deep groan. "had me thinkin' about knockin' you up again all fuckin' week, mama," toji sighs against your lips, tongue running over your lower lip.

"wanted to stuff you full so fucking bad."

feeling you sigh so prettily into the kiss, his doesn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth, hands busying themselves as they push your (his) sweats down off your hips before guiding you back to the bed.

you knew he would get excited over your comment, but you didn't think it would be to the point where he was rutting into you as he practically devoured you, feeling your back hit the bed.

“you want to give our 'gumi a sister? wanna be a mommy again," he questions, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours. one of his hands slithers up under the oversized t-shirt to cup one of your tits and roughly knead it, his thumb just barely grazing over your nipple.

"wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?" 

you just hum a little breathless. your hand comes up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. he's so handsome when he's over you like this, his chain dangling right in your face.

“maaaaybe. megumi just made me think about it, 's all. you've been a good dad t' him, how could i not want to give you another one,” you coo, guiding him closer so you can press a kiss against the scar on his lip. 

“besides…”

toji grunts when he feels your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against you so you can feel the thick, heaviness of his arousal through his sweatpants.

“don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.”

after those words leave your pretty little mouth, toji is on you as he realizes that you're 100% going to give him the worse breeding kink ever.

"'m gonna fuckin' ruin you," he growls into your ear. you aren't given a second to protest before he's ripped your panties off, complaints falling on deaf ears. the tips of his fingers gently run over your puffy pussy lips, your slick wetness coating his fingers.

"fuck, mama, you're soaked already." his eyes are focused on your face as you squirm and whimper when he swirls little circles into your clit, an evil smirk on his face. "can't wait to fill you up 'til you're dripping with my cum, doll."

you can't stop your hips from trying to grind into his hand, eyes rolling back when he teased your entrance. "toji, c'mon, baby, i need you s'bad."

"baby, you know you can't take me without prep," he coos at you. he can feel how hot and slick you are, finally, finally slipping two of his fingers inside your cunt. and oh, the way you arch your back a little bit with a pleading whine of his name is so, so pretty, you're so fucking cute.

"mmn, maybe y'don't need prep, you just sucked my fingers right in," he says huskily before pressing a little kiss to the corner of your mouth. "you wanna try, mama? wanna see if you can fit my cock in you? really gonna feel that stretch, though, babe," toji warns, knowing you can't give a sensible answer when he starts pumping his fingers in and out.

when it seems like your about to answer him, the only thing that escapes your mouth is a shaky moan, his thick fingers curling to hit just the right spot inside of you that has you gushing. unable to form words, you tug on his shirt and nod frantically, just wanting to feel toji stuffing you full.

"yeah? you wanna try?" toiji pulls his fingers out of you, chuckling when you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. he pops his fingers in his mouth, cock throbbing at the addictive taste of your cunt on his tongue. "c'mon, we're both wearing too much, let's get you outta that shirt, ma."

you waste no time throwing the shirt off, not even giving him the chance to undress you. but once your shirt is off, you're practically ripping off his stupid black t-shirt that made his pecs look fucking delicious and those damn sweatpants and boxers that hid your prize.

as you fuss over his boxers, toji takes a moment to look at you spread out on the bed before him. you still had a bit of chub on you, tummy nice and soft and cute, just how he likes it. if he knew where his phone was, he'd take a picture of you right now; frustrated, horny, naked, and pretty. all for him.

"tojiiii, stop staring and kick off your stupid boxers, you're getting on my nerves!"

you can't even look him in the eye as you say that because you're too busy staring right at his cock, a thick bead of precum formed at the tip. the lick of your lips told him everything he needed to know, but he wasn't fucking your mouth, not tonight at least.

"what? i can't look at my own wife," he asks with a raised eyebrow, biting back a laugh when you swat at his hand that pinches one your puffy nipple. "tch, so rude, doll."

before you can snap back at him, he brushes the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds, smearing your wet over the tip. that shuts you up quickly and toji has to hold back another laugh. always so fussy until he finally gives you what you want. he's spoiled you rotten.

"toji," comes a soft whine, so soft he nearly misses it. your eyes are focused between your legs, lower lips between your teeth as he teases you with his cockhead. you huff, pushing your hand against his chest to give you enough space to shift positions, knowing exactly what would get him to stop teasing you.

once you roll over, you shift so that you're face down, ass up, you hand slipping between your thighs to spread your sticky pussy open, slick dripping down your fingers. "tojiiii, please? please, baby, stop teasing an' put a baby in me...please, hubby, give your wife what she wants."

any other whines or begs are interrupted when his hand comes down hard on your ass. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick. 

when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet, each inch sinking into you stretching those tight walls just a bit more.

"holy shit...fuuck me, baby, too fucking tight, you're strangling my cock," he hisses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he gave you inch after inch.

god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it's fucking with his head, his wife was gonna be the death of him.

both of you moan once he's all the way inside. you feel so full, his cock is too fucking big it doesn't make any sense and you genuinely think you should've let him fully prep you...but shifting your hips just a little bit has his tip pressing against something sinful. you whine and reach back to grab at one of his hands on your waist, turning to shoot him a mean glare as you demand, “stop stalling n’ knock me up, toji." 

who is he to deny what his wife asks?

using a hand to steady himself on the headboard, his hips begin to move slowly, pulling out just an inch and pushing forward again. "so tight 'n' warm..." each thrust hits deeper and more powerful than the last as toji begins to pick up speed, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you.

it's almost too much, but you don't want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth.

“shit, look at you, baby���takin’ it like a champ.”

now you really wish you stayed on your back, then at least you could've slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. you drop your head down against the mattress with a moan, starting to move your hips to match his thrusts, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

“fuuck, c'mon, throw that ass back on me, thaaaat’s it, good girl.” 

he starts pounding into you harder when he feels you tightening up on him. the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushing him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full.

he coos when he sees you starting to scramble up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes.

"tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it," he coos at you, following you up the mattress.

you never change, always swearing up and down that you wouldn't run from his cock, that you'd be able to take him. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

toji may sound like he’s still put together, but he’s just thankful you can’t see his face since yours is pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed.

you can’t see how he’s barely holding himself together, trying his hardest not to let himself go too much. the last thing he needs is to cum before you, knowing that while you wouldn’t mind, he’d be annoyed for breaking his streak.

he’s brought back into the present when you manage to turn your head a little, able to look him in the eye, and god, does he love what he sees.

your mouth is open as you moan for him, eyes lidded and focused on only him. he sees the little tears gathered in them, not quite spilling over but the fact that they’re there tells him he’s the one making you feel that good. 

“tuh-toji, ’m gonna cum, gonna cum—!”

"yeah?" hearing you moan so sweetly for him only makes toji smirk, fingers digging into your hips as he helps you meet each thrust. “gonna make a mess f'me already? poor little cunt can't handle gettin' fucked so good? mmn, shit, 's okay, baby. let go for me, mama, cum on daddy’s cock.” 

"t-tojiiiii," you shakily moan, nearly ripping the sheets as you cum suddenly. it was his voice, the way he tried to sound put together but you could hear how desperate he was to feel your pussy clamp down on him and get his cock nice and messy.

toji's deep, guttural moans mix with your cries when he unexpected is pushed over the edge, the way you desperately grinded back against him causing him to swear under his breath as he lost his pace, groaning your name as he emptied into you. it felt so hot, the pulsating warmth of his tip nudging against your cervix paired with his thick cum filling you up dizzying the both of you. 

you expect some kind of snarky comment from toji, trying to catch your breath so you could reply when he said it. but nothing comes (you have to stop yourself from laughing at the pun). you turn to look back, sighing when toji pulls out of you. usually he stayed inside, leaning down to tease you for cumming so fast...but he didn't.

something was wrong and for some reason, you felt like your pussy was in danger.

“toj…?”

he didn’t answer. he probably didn’t even hear you, not with the way he was looking so intensely at the mess between your thighs. the mess he made. toji doesn’t know what comes over him, his hands practically moving on their own as he moves you over onto your back, then moving his hands down to your sensitive hole and spreading. 

the scene in front of him just breaks him. you let out a soft whine, hips gently rolling into his hands. his eyes stay stuck between your legs—sharp and focused—as they watch the thick globs of his hot cum drip out of your hole and down onto the bed sheets.

the groan that leaves him is sinful, and once you make eye contact with him, you realize how fucked you are. he’s hard again, almost making you believe he didn’t cum if it weren’t for the creamy sheen of his cum on his throbbing dick and the hotness of his dripping out of you. before you know it, toji’s climbing over you, making sure your legs get pushed over to his shoulders as he pushes you into a mating press.

yeah.

you're fucked.

you keep making eye contact, and now that he’s so close to you, you see how crazed he looks. his eyes, completely black due to his blown pupils, have an unhinged look in them, and the half smirk on his face only makes you worry about your ability to walk the next day.

“t-toji, if you need a break to calm down, then-oh!” 

he shuts you up by pushing himself inside you, loving how your eyes cross so prettily. he has you now, you can't run away from the overstimulating feeling of him fucking you in this position. and when you feel his hands come up and lock together on your head to really keep you in place, you feel yourself gush all over his cock at the simple display of how strong he was compared to you.

you're so fucked.

all you can do is moan and cry out his name, hands grabbing whatever part of him they could reach. but he doesn't let you break eye contact, keeping you close to his face so he could see every little expression. and fuck, does he like what he sees.

“t-tojiii, t’ deep, t’ deep!”

“wan’ me t’ stop? t’ stop fuckin’ this messy hole?”

“fuck, y-you stop, and I’ll c-choke the shit out of yo-ouh!”

“that’s it, take it, take daddy’s cock, mama, lemme breed you.”

everything about this position is driving both of you crazy.

the closeness has you reeling, the way toji just cannot bring himself to break eye contact, needing to see what he was doing to you.

his thick cock is hitting deep, almost too deep, with the way each thrust of his hips causes the tip to press into the sweet spot inside you every. single. time. 

he has you for the whole day and the whole night, he's going to make sure you're stuffed entirely and doesn't plan on stopping until either you tell him you need a break or until he can't cum anymore. and even then, he doesn't think anything will be able to get him out of your cunt.

but with the way he just moaned into your mouth, thick spurts of more cum coating your insides…and the way he didn’t get soft, instead pressing you even deeper into the mattress as he began to pound into you with a groan of how much he loved your pussy…

you were sure it would be a while until he was done with you.

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