#sorry anon I wish I had a better answer

[frownyalfred]

do you have any fic recs to share? anything you've been reading recently? your favourite classics? I'm trying to find more fics (beyond reading yours 😊)

I’ve been jumping around some other fandoms, actually. Finally got out of Suits and went back to Cherik since it’s having a bit of a renaissance after the new Deadpool movie. And of course, my Merlin binge continues.

[good-to-drive]

Would love to hear your thoughts on if any of the Beatles were neurodivergent :)

This is SUCH a good question, but I'm afraid I'm probably not able to answer it very well because I don't know enough about the underlying subject matter. My thoughts are under the cut, but in this case I don't actually recommend reading them lol.

My irl friend is pretty convinced that Paul is on the autistic spectrum, so I'm semi-familiar with the arguments there, but she was also convinced that I'm on the autistic spectrum until I saw an autism specialist who said there was no fucking way lol. In fairness to her I was misdiagnosed with autism by two separate therapists (not psychiatrists) because I have social anxiety, OCD, OCPD, and an aversion to physical touch after getting smacked around a bit. And actually some of that may also describe Paul, but obviously it's not enough to say someone is autistic or I'd still be diagnosed with autism.

I know there's also some speculation that George was on the autistic spectrum, but again it's really hard to say and I feel like I in particular can't speak to it because I've only experienced being misdiagnosed with autism. So I know more about things that can be mistaken for autism than the actual condition. As long as we're talking about George, though, what stands out to me with him (that I wish the community would engage with a little more) is the stuff he says that sounds like depersonalization, or at least it sounds like something I described to a psychiatrist once and he said it was probably depersonalization... but I'm actually not sure he understood what I was saying and regardless I have no idea what to do with that information lmao.

In regards to John, there's some quote from him where he talks about being able to sense/know things as a child that other people didn't know and how it was isolating and scary and then it just kinda went away when he grew up, but I can't for the life of me find it again. (If anyone could point me towards that quote I would hugely appreciate it btw.) I remember reading it and thinking holy shit that's exactly how I characterized my childhood until my old therapist made me start explaining what exactly I sensed/knew and was like yeah that shit is psychosis lmao. But it also might just be a weird description of magical thinking, because it's actually totally healthy and normal to engage in a lot of magical thinking during childhood and sometimes it's hard to tell whether it's an actual psychosis. Anyways, the fact that John might have experienced delusions during his adulthood would probably indicate that he didn't have childhood psychosis because if it presents that young it almost always goes away by your mid/late 20s. It's the shit that first presents in your mid/late 20s that you deal with for the rest of your life.

Regardless, saying "I relate to x quote/description and I have x diagnosis so they have it too" is probably a pretty terrible way to analyze these people. But ideally that's not what I said. Or at least it's not what I'm trying to say.

[yooniesim]

I have too many asks and too little time, sorry fam 🙈

[elfcollector]

Hi! I saw your Delight gifset and they're absolutely adorable!! I wanted to ask if you modded the hair to be selectable? I see NPCs with it and I feel like it's either exclusive to them or I'm going insane finding it in the list 😭

you know i thought it was from one of the hair mods im using but i just looked thru them for this ask, and i don't think it is! all i can think of is that i am using the compendium here which unlocks some stuff for pcs that wasn't unlocked initially, so that might be it? i haven't played the game unmodded to confirm or compare properly, sorry!

[intersex-support]

Hi there, I hope it's okay to ask this, as I have no idea who to ask. I'll be as vague as possible, but there is some mention of genitals. To be transparent I am ftm on hrt

I've found some scarring that resembles a surgery to ""correct"" due to bottom growth and I'm wondering if I am out of my mind. It resembles deep grooves, not dissimilar to surgeryscars from other surgeriesI've had.

Thank you in advance, and if it's too triggering to answer I definitely understand. Have a nice day :)

Hi anon,

I'm sorry, I don't have a great answer for you. Scars are going to look different on everyone's bodies and depending on what surgeries were performed and what techniques were used. It's possible that the scarring you're describing could be from intersex surgery.

If you're interested in trying to search online for images, you could search for information about clitoral recession, exteriorization of vagina and gonadectomy--all of which are possible surgeries done at birth. Definitely would give a warning that when searching for those kind of images you might get graphic images of surgery or genitalia.

Truly wish you the best of luck, and feel free to come back and ask any other questions or vent if needed <3

-Mod E

[sunhowler-art]

Do you have GMan and/or Tommy headcanons?

Asking for a friend

unfortunately i am a bad hlvrai fan. i really only ever think about godon/gordie and benrey to be honest 😔

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia! Been a fan since your RoTG days. You mentioned alot about the season of dragons in The Ice Plague. Does this mean a follow up to those references? Will we be getting more books in the fae tales verse or is this the end? Id love to see eran and mosk when they are older!

Hi anon,

There's definitely been foreshadowing in case I ever want to do future canon stories, but I don't think I will. As I say pretty firmly as the very first sentence in the end-notes:

About 9 years of writing the Fae Tales canon ends today.

The Fae Tales canon has, as far as I'm concerned, ended. That's why it's been marked complete. I am treating it as a fully finished serial!

Eran and Mosk were the least popular characters in the universe, they will not be getting another story, though other folks are welcome to write as much fanfic for them as they like! :D

[skswriting]

why do you only post full stops and write what you want to say in the hashtags ? Just an observation lol

Idk to be honest. I think I used to do it because I didn't want to like take up space on people's dash? Because on mobile if there's a bunch of tags you have to click to read all so it's a choice not forced on you. Makes it feel more yelling in the void that way too and usually I just want to get something off my mind and making a quick text post is a good way for me to get it out so I'll stop thinking about it.

[pinkspiraling]

Pink i fucking love u . Thats why im telling u to get ur shit together girlie ur so hot and so cool and someone like u deserves so much better than the shit u have to deal with rn. I love u. Get help. Get better

honestly i really want to. ik this ends either with me dying this year or with me turning this shit around. and for the sake of the people around me i’d like to turn it around but it’s so difficult to figure out HOW and where to start. getting sober seems like the first step but it’s SO HARD and i worry that my self esteem is past saving like it’s so bad. i hate depression i hate anxiety i hate substances i hate all of it and i wish i knew how to do better! im hoping april will be a time of change when i can finally decide to find help. (i really fucking want this therapist to get back to me!!! i don’t have good support in my personal life really. i NEED a professional’s help so bad!!!)

i love u anon. i appreciate u looking out for me. i’m honestly trying so hard to figure out how to get help. help just isn’t so easy when you’re in a really religious and conservative family :/

[jaybleu25]

How would the Shadow Queen (from Thousand Year Door) react to Dimentio’s crimes and evil acts? Would she be horrified? Impressed?

normally i'd give a proper answer, but since i don't really know a lot about how the shadow queen acts, i don't know exactly what she'd think of dimentio (out of all the paper games i only really know stuff from spm and a little from ttyd and that's about it)

but there is a tumblr user i know that has an au called the "Bad End AU", where the main cast (mario, luigi, peach and bowser) all reached, like the name suggests, bad ends. mario lost his body to doopliss, luigi got stuck fused with dimentio, peach was stuck being possessed by the shadow queen, and bowser was able to get his wish (i think for bowser it's from the original paper mario game? not sure, i barely know anything on the paper games qwq). they all kinda live together and deal with each other's shenanigans

either way, i feel like they would have a better answer than me for this. their blog is @cherryfennec ! they make a lot of cool art too, so you should check that out too! their au is super cool ^^

[mimikoflamemaker]

how is JoO going?

Anon you come into my house...?

Just kidding - You probably couldn't pick a better day that today to ask this to be honest. And to be completely transparent there are several hurdles in JoO writing now.

One - since March I've been working very uncomfortable hours at a job I lost all the remaining fondness for - and those hours almost completely eliminated any and all free time during weekdays Consequently, I've been searching for a new place for myself. And searching for a job as you can probably imagine is no fun. This whole shebang has unfortunately effectively killed my creative urges.

Two - I have written myself into a corner in this particualr chapter - becasue yes next chapter is being written - and I am fiding it incredibly hard to work that particular problem out, becasue I don't have anybody to bounce it off of and I can't simply skip that particular scene, becasue it is pertaining to the theme of mortality seen through elf eyes I've been toying with throughout the story.

Three - there is only so many hours I can spend on this stuff and, hoping that it will make my brain click into place I've been pursuing crativity via other crafts - I am a larper and my costumes are not going to magically materialize themselves into my wardrobe. I find creating actual, physical objects with my hands incredibly rewarding and I needed that feeling in time when I felt terribly undervalued in my day to day job and my self worth suffered from it.

So to put it simply I have a lot on my plate - I am happy to report however that things are lokking up on the job searching front and as soon as I step into the swing of things in the new role and my life calms down I will be able to, hopefully, commit more time to writing.

Worry not anon JoO is not forgotten - life is just expieriencing bumps.

[inkykeiji]

Clari what are your favorite aesthetics? Do you have any favorite decoration shops?? I'm trying to redecorate my home and I want a cute, cozy vibe but i find it sooo hard to find the right pieces of decoration 🥺

aw anon i wish i had an answer for you but i currently don’t even have my own space to live in! the only furniture that i own is custom made from this sweet lil woodworking shop and it’s like a grey wood??? but as i am living with my boyfriend + his parents rn in his childhood home all my stuff is in storage until we move out n get our own place!

in terms of aesthetics waaah i dunno???? i really like minimalist but cozy type vibes, so lots of blacks, greys, creams + ivorys, with pops of powder blue n dusty pink!! periwinkle is my favourite colour but it can sometimes be hard to work into a colour scheme >.< uhhhh in terms of furniture and decor shops i really like the pottery barn LMAO but anyway~ i don’t really have a set aesthetic that i fit into (that i know of anyway!) o.O

[gghostwriter]

Lips of a Gentleman

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 1 || Future take Summary: A spontaneous museum date alters your relationship with Spencer for the better Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.2k a/n: This is actually an anon request about going on a museum date with Spencer and interrupting his ramblings with a kiss and I couldn’t help myself so I connected this to ‘Wanted: A Gentleman.’ I also used my favorite painter here as a prop to yap so I hope you like it! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! masterlist

It was a Saturday afternoon when the BAU team closed a serial killer case in the state of New York. They were called in four nights ago and the stress mixed with a high dose of adrenaline that had run through their veins were on it’s way out of their system, leaving all the members dead to their feet and wishing for much needed rest over the remaining weekend.

“Hotch,” Reid captured his unit chief’s attention as they waited for the remaining members, Morgan and Rossi, to come down from their respective hotel rooms. “I’d like to stay behind, if that’s alright.”

There was a minuscule eyebrow raise from Hotch in question.

“Huh,” Emily mused, a teasing smile appearing on her face. “Funny, there’s also a certain someone that we know—” she gestured to herself and JJ. “—who’s in New York today. Isn’t that right, JJ?”

The blonde profiler let out a laugh. “Yeah, I wonder if that has something to do with Spence staying behind.”

“Well, does it?” Emily lightly elbowed him in jest.

Spencer clears his throat, trying his best to come off casual but utterly failing with his voice going up an octave. “Maybe.”

“It’s the weekend, take your day off,” Hotch conceded. “And Reid, congratulations.”

“For what?”

A tenor voice answered behind him. Morgan, it was Morgan. “For finally getting a girlfriend.”

“Good on you, kid,” Rossi added on, patting his back as he made his way through.

———

Locks of hair were escaping your loosely tied bun as you brisk walked to get to the steps of the MET museum. The emergency meeting with suppliers ran a little later than you anticipated making you already fifteen minutes late from your agreed meet up with Spencer.

A smile graced your face as your thoughts settled on the perfect gentleman. It had been a perfect match made by your three friends, Emily, Penelope, and JJ.

A blind date that had gone so great that it blossomed another date and another. This spontaneous one marked as the fifth and it brought to mind the first meeting at the steps of the Smithsonian and Spencer’s chivalrous move of tying your loose shoe lace.

“I’m so sorry for being late,” your voice reaching Spencer’s ears before he spots you adjusting the straps of your falling shoulder bag approaching his form. “The supplier didn’t come on time so I—I’m sorry.”

He rocked on his heels, hands wrapped around his satchel strap. “That’s alright, I just arrived myself.”

You knew it was a lie but appreciated his effort in trying to make you feel better. That was just one of the many things you could see yourself falling for in Spencer. As if you weren’t already halfway there.

“Shall we?” His lips forming a smile, no doubt remembering those were the exact words he said during the first date.

You giggled, echoing the same response. “We shall.”

“So is there a specific section you want to visit first?” Spencer asked as he flashed two admission tickets at the entrance.

“Hm,” you scooted closer to his svelte protective form, avoiding the onslaught of tourists groups excitedly entering. “The gallery of European paintings?”

He smiled and nodded. His left hand hovering near the small of your back, never touching—its’ warmth penetrating the thick layers of your coat and sweater while the gesture made your heart flutter fast like the hummingbird’s wings.

There was comfortable silence in between you. Inconspicuous side glances and shy smiles that say a thousand more words that seemingly can’t or won’t be spoken out loud. The tranquility was a sharp contrast to the bustling and echoing noise all around the museum as guests discuss with their partners the surrounding art and take photos as personal mementos.

Your feet came to a stop in front of your favorite artist’s work. “I always did prefer his work more than Van Gogh.”

Spencer smiled, gaze warm on your side profile as his eyes traced the escaped locks of hair that framed the modern art standing beside him which was you and your expressive face. His fingers, as if hypnotized, reached out to tuck one side that casted a shadow on your feature behind your pinking ear. “Actually, when you look at Klimt’s early landscape paintings, you could see he took inspiration from the Dutch painter.”

“Really?” Your body twisting to face him.

He studied your body language. Arms limp at the sides, open and trusting. Torso slightly leaning forward, attention fully captivated. And eyes wide, twinkling with curiosity. “Yeah, yeah—” he nodded, his own body mimicking yours and its unsaid language. “—and although Klimt’s colors are stronger in contrast, the impact from having viewed Van Gogh’s paintings in his earlier life can be spotted in his brush strokes and painting subjects.”

“Spence, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but you don’t strike me as an art critic. Is it a side of you that I’m only finding about now?” You teased.

“No,” he laughed, tucking his hands at the front of his jeans to fight the urge to touch you once more. “I read about it.”

“Can you tell me more then?” you further leaned in and whispered. “I bet you’d do a slightly better job than their pre-recorded audio tours.”

Spencer threw his head back and let a few chuckles echo on the walls. Your mind and its clever wit had impressed him since the first date. It was one of the many things he could see falling for in you. That was a half lie. In full truth, it was one of the many things that made him fall for you.

“Well, Klimt’s most expensive painting was previously stolen by the Nazis during WWII when they occupied Austria. Austrian Museum housed it after the war but there was a court battle for it and they had to return it the the family owner. And in 2006, Oprah actually bought it—” your smooth hands cupped his face, bringing his ramblings into a stuttering halt. His heartbeat, nestled within his ribcage, threatening to break from its confines as you stood on your tip toes, leaving a series of small kisses at ends of his mouth before landing on his awaiting lips.

“I—I’m so sorry,” eyes wide as you leaned back from his reach. A move that didn’t widen the gap as his body hunched itself forward, following you in its wake. “I couldn’t resist.”

He answered with a longer kiss, fingers twining with your silky locks of hair that had fascinated him since a while ago. “Don’t be. I’ve been wanting to do that too, I just didn’t know if you’d welcome it.”

You exhaled a giggle, cheeks pink with happiness. “You definitely can, anytime.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” his smile mirrored the euphoria written on your face. If he were to try to describe this very emotion, he’d compare it to walking on cloud nine. To winning a lottery. Or perhaps to finding an invaluable art piece meant just for him.

And while the surroundings were still dull and mundane, there were a burst of colors that splashed Spencer’s world anew as his warm comforting hand now finally found its way to yours and his thumb invisibly painting abstract at the back of your palm.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[pateldevs]

Super random but would you happen to have a link of the last great american dynasty on ao3😭

i assume u mean the wolfstar american politics au and i just searched thru my bookmarks and i think it’s been removed by the author 😭😭

[anylessreal]

Hey!!! I hope your 2023 has been good this far. I wanted to ask how it’s going with the writing? x

Hiya and happy new year! 2022 went all sorts of downhill in its last few months and while I'm doing generally alright, tumblr fandom has all but disappeared and writing has lost quite a bit of its spark. It's just not how I want to spend my time at the moment, and since I've been stuck working on the same story for so long, it isn't really bringing me any joy. I'm not calling it quits just yet, and of course I'll write if the inspiration hits, there's just not a lot of inspiration.

[satoruhour]

toji’s reaction to seeing you in short shorts/booty shorts around the house 🏃‍♀️

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a/n: sorry anon i didnt exactly like how this turned out but i still hope u enjoy !!!

wc: 2.1k

warnings: sorta crack-ish in the beginning, pleasure dom toji, soft dom toji, praise, toji is obsessed w/ you, kitchen sex, clothed sex, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, pussy slaps! (both w/ his hand and d!ck), fingering, clit stimulation, tit + ass fondling, unprotected sex, p → v penetration, creampie / breeding kink, brief aftercare, n*sfw under the cut

there were things that toji was good at holding back on, like telling you that you might’ve added a bit more garlic than butter for a garlic spread. he doesn’t tell you how your body heat warms him up fast and he desperately wants to pull away from you, but your slumbering state is so peaceful he would rather burn. 

and then sometimes he wishes he would just bite the bullet (even if you were his baby), because you were currently getting back at him for giving you the silent treatment. if he could do it over a trivial thing, so could you. toji’s probably still mad about your guess in charades, where you couldn’t understand that he was telling you he was riding a tricycle and not a bicycle, that mere difference of wheels causing a major roadblock in your relationship.

it was by far the stupidest thing you’ve argued about (you assume he had a bad day, too), and you were willing to talk things out and tell him he could’ve just put up three fingers instead of pointing aggressively to an invisible tricycle, but he opts to glare at you and sigh instead. you can’t believe he’s getting this worked up over a game of charades too, so you tease him the only other way you know how to.

it hadn’t been that long since you talked, but you figured you’ll need to start on dinner soon, getting a sick idea in your head when you see the new booty shorts you had ordered laying on your bed. you definitely thought it would be better for another day, but life is short and toji is not, so you pull them on and they feel divine, remembering the content smile on your face when your boyfriend had offered to pay for them — a reward well received when you check out your ass in the full-length mirror and the way it shaped your lower half.

the evening carries on as usual, but you can feel his stare once you emerge from your room in one of his shirts and he thinks you aren’t wearing any pants until you’re pulling out saucepans and reaching for the spices in the top cupboard that his shirt rides up and he can see your plump fucking ass; he chokes on his water.

with your back turned, you stifle a little grin and continue with your chores as the shorts ride up with each walk from living room to kitchen, but it’s all under the guise of cleaning and setting the table, wiping aimlessly, too, at the coffee table in front of the TV where toji sat, even if you weren’t eating there. you feel eyes on you when you return to the kitchen and continue your torture, cooking up a storm and bending over while looking into the fridge, while pulling out the plates for dinner, while—

“those the shorts i bought you?” bingo. although you’re not quite ready to talk to him yet, you succumb with a curt nod. toji obviously isn’t satisfied with your answer, footsteps approaching to lean on the kitchen island as his eyes keep his gaze locked at your butt.

“gonna ignore me for the whole day, hm?” it seemed like toji had other plans, his larger hand trailing up your thighs to your ass before curling around your waist. he’s pressing his front against you, hips grinding slightly even though you know he wants to do anything but that. you’re not wearing underwear, either, so the sensation of his bulge against your cunt is a lovely feeling and it takes everything in you not to moan.

you have to bring yourself back to reality to turn off the stove that feels so far away, hands clutching onto the countertops as you chase the familiar drag of your sex against his but toji only tuts, landing a slap onto your ass. “dinner first, baby.”

bastard. you roll your eyes and groan, but you didn’t seem to catch his innuendo, so you’re yelping when he suddenly flips you around and tugs at your shorts, pulling it off of a leg so there’s space for him. while your hands are pushing at his shoulders, desperately wanting to uphold your pride of ignoring him, you know the cool air against your cunt and the sight of fushiguro toji on his knees is only making you wetter.

and toji just smirks, looking up at you like his revered deity and you jump again at his cold hands prying your thighs apart, bringing a leg to rest on his shoulder. toji looks in love with your pussy, seeing your hole clench around nothing as your eyes beg for him to do something, anything, but he only continues to tease, running his thumbs along your folds and just missing your clit.

“use your words, sweetheart.”

“need…” toji raises an eyebrow, cheek leaning casually against your thigh and he grins as he sees you fight your own pride like you don’t want his tongue and fingers on you. give it a little more and you’ll break, because through the silence of your shared home and your heavy breathing, the tension is so infuriating that you’re willing to push away that stupid game of charades to the back of your brain.

you hate how needy you sound, though. “i need your tongue… p-please, baby,” you plead and drag out the name, and in the stuffiness of the kitchen, you think toji, one of the strongest men you know, looks the fucking best when he’s smiling up at you with a wanton want behind his eyes. “wan’ you, toji, wan’ you to eat me out!”

“oh… of course, when you beg like that,” toji plants a kiss to your puffy clit and the simple gesture makes you whine, “how could i say no to my pretty baby?”

toji delves in like he’s never eaten before, licking a thick stripe up your pussy to collect your slick before lapping at your clit, garnering a loud moan that reverberates throughout the house. you wish you never called him out on his terrible acting skills from the start, one hand keeping your balance while the other tugs on his black hair. harder and harder.

toji groans at your impatience as he feels you spread your legs further, moans and whimpers filling his ears. one hand sneaks under his shirt and squeezes at your tits, the other hugging you closer to him, fondling your ass at the same time. your boyfriend takes in everything, from your pleasured expression to your contracting tummy and he can feel himself harden below him.

but you come first, you always come first and he makes it clear when he halts for a second and you whine at the lack of contact. “eyes here, baby.” toji calls out to you, slapping your cunt and you jolt at the feeling, although it’s not entirely unpleasant; your eyes flit down to him. the other grins again and slaps your pussy a few more times, the wetness of your sex making loud, obscene noises, “tell me how good i’m making you feel, yeah?”

you mewl as you nod as his fingers prod at your hole and you swear the sudden intrusion has your stomach turning. you’re clamping down on his fingers which sets a pace, buried right up to the ends of his fingers as his palm collects your slick. your lover continues to abuse your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking.

“o-ooh, shit! they’re so deep, tojiii!” the moans you let out were almost pornographic, breathless and needy with how good he was giving it to you, the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up on you. his fingers keep a constant pace, stretching you out so well and the roughness of them feel so contrasting on your body, but you love it. “toji, i— fuck, i’m c-close!”

“taste so good, doll. c’mon, cum on my tongue.” the older man is ruined too, the heat of the kitchen getting to him with how the strands of his hair stick to his forehead, but more than that, he’s grinding into thin air, wanting any sort of relief for his hardening cock. “you taste like heaven, oh shit...”

“t-toji— i’m! oh, fuck, fuck fuck—!” it’s not long before you’re unravelling in his hold, legs trembling and incoherent babbles spilling from your lips as toji licks up your release leaving from your dripping, tight hole, sure to lap up every last drop. his emerald eyes hold yours as he cleans you up, body still twitching and shivering from the mind-blowing orgasm before he stands and removes his fingers, holding it to your lips.

“suck.” and you do, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around him like you would to his cock, free hand already making pulling down his sweatpants that has a little pre-cum leaking through it.

“up you go, darling,” toji mumbles, plopping you onto the counter with ease, and because he’s so tall, his pelvis perfectly lines up with yours. it’s probably also because you envisioned this happening, though, that you made sure to pick out a kitchen countertop with the proper height. he slaps the tip of his cock on your glistening pussy, an angry red from being neglected, groaning as your arousal provides lube with no problem.

“just so you know, i’m buying you more of those stupid shorts,” toji confesses before he pushes past your entrance, tip already stretching you so well that you laugh and moan at the same time, arms flying to encircle his neck to feel him closer. “f-fuck, baby… so tight, just for me…”

“’s all yours, toji,” you whimper softly, an unspoken look in your eyes that just says that i’m yours for you to use, “this pussy’s all y-yours— mmf—”

by then, he’s bottomed out, taking his time in filling you up inch by inch and your submission is reason enough for him to start rocking into you, hips faltering just a little by how warm and snug you felt that it has toji catching his breath. but he doesn’t hold back once you’re comfortable, bullying his cock into you at a faster pace into your pussy that sucks him in so well with each thrust.

“your tight, little pussy’s g’na make me cum faster than usual, pretty,” toji says with a breathless laugh, mouth tasting the sweat that lines your body as he kisses your neck. 

“that’s— okay,” you choke out, pulling him away from the embrace and the sight that greets you takes your breath away. dark, lustful eyes trained on you and a stunning smile to match; you see your lover’s eyes soften ever so slightly when he hits that sweet spot in you, “i’ll take all— fuck- all of your cum, okay?”

and toji almost cums at that moment but he knows if he looks at you any longer and how your tongue lols out at how his cock fits so well in you, he just might; so he just settles for frantic nods, and nudges your head down to look at how his length moves in and out of you. your slick and his pre-cum is leaking all over the counter, squelching noises filling the kitchen. “look at how well you take me. good fuckin’ girl is what you are.”

you giggle at the praise because you know toji means every word, but your moans take over soon. there’s the twist of your core, that edging feeling that toji’s drawing out of you so well — it doesn’t help how he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing circles that you’re close, so close.

“toji, toji, toji—” chanting out his name is all you can do when you’re fucked silly, spilling over unexpectedly as you clamp down hard on his cock. toji groans when he feels you spasm over his length, hips not stopping even after you ride out your orgasm. you’re cumming so much that his stomach is wet, too, the pap! pap! pap! of his pelvis against your pussy sounding so filthy.

your babbles converge into three words, mumbling out i love yous to the older man and soon toji cums as well, swallowing your tearful confessions with a sloppy kiss and he’s releasing deep inside you. he can feel your mewls through the kiss, no doubt loving how his thick cum is spilling into you. his seed is hot, leaking from his tip in ropes and ropes until you’re filled to the brim and you sigh, content with how it feels in you.

your lazed hums make him chuckle, kissing you again and softer this time. “my baby, my sweet baby,” toji makes sure to wipe your eyes after, and mutters apologies against your forehead for the dinner turning cold, but when he sees you and your languid smile, he knows you don’t mind.

thirsts and drabble requests are open!