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Sex with a Ghost (TojixFem!Reader)
Chapter 2: Evening Newscast
Chapter 1 | Story Masterlist | Masterlist | Requests | AO3
A/N: Took ages to write, but it's here!
Tags: MDNI, Student!Reader, Ghost!Toji, Age Gap(reader 18/Toji early 30s), Oral sex (m.receiving), Manipulation, Loss of Virginity, Corruption Kink, Praise, Degradation, Spanking, Pet Names (princess, baby, does whore count?), Cowgirl, Toji being more of a mean dom this time around, this fic has so much filth idk if I'm leaving anything out.
Word Count: 6.8k of almost pure smut.
The first time your cursed technique manifested was at the tender age of eight, when your paternal grandmother passed away. It happened so unexpectedly fast that the thought didnât settle until you saw her body being transferred in a bamboo box to the cremation chamber, the last bits of her scattering far into the Pacific Ocean on another impromptu family excursion to Hokkaido.
You remembered your brother, four, at the time, asking your detached father where granny went, his mind too juvenile to process or comprehend the concept of death, and your fatherâs stern reply as the sand comfortably sank below your feet: âTo a better place.â
Back then, you didnât challenge the existence of such a place. All you wanted to know was its location, because if somewhere better than where you lived existed, who wouldnât choose to go there instead?
The answer itself came exactly 49 days after her passing, on a night when a crack in your hard exterior let the tears gush out like an endless torrent of sorrow, plangent cries spilling into the shabby teddy bear you claimed you had outgrown. Life seems so ridiculously easy when you are eight, that you keep trying to outrun it without accounting for the inescapable boss at the end of the game until itâs too late to go back to your previous save.
At least thatâs what happens in your brotherâs video games. You were no nerd.
Although, what you indeed were was a deeply hurt child who begged to apologize for errors not quite crucial, such as that one time you refused to give your grandma a kiss or last Christmas when you called her boring straight to her face. And her eyesâher beautiful violet eyes that you didnât get to inherit looked back at you with adoration you didnât deserveâadoration that haunted you even in your childhood bedroomâs windowless confinement.
Adoring, bright, and lively. More lively than theyâd been during the entire final year of her life. Attached to the wrinkly apparition with the paper-thinned skin and the rosy nightgownâthe very same nightgown the neighbors had found her in, ambient white noise at the end of her tightly gripped remote controlâas it escaped from the bubbles of your eyelids and materialized next to your bedpost.
Her smile was gentle, and her scent was the same comforting mix of spring lilacs and freshly baked cookies. And if the notion of her turning into a ghost to haunt you for whatever sins you didnât repent wasnât debunked by those exclusive-to-the-living luxuries, finding solace in her snug embrace settled it.
You asked her, back then, where it was that the dead went. And she answered, No further than where the foam washes the shore.
It wasnât until you were fourteen of age that the same topic was brought up in a most unexpected way; the boy with the unruly white hair and the grin that never ceased to beam brightly as the sun on his lips telling you there was nowhere for the dead to go.
He didnât try to sugarcoat it with the likes of âtheyâre always in our heartsâ or use a metaphor as complex as the one your grandma did. Instead, he spoke of curses and sorcerersâof an invisible line of energy that flowed in your body and the powerful techniques it fueled.
He explained the differences between ghosts and shikigami, the first of which appeared unregulated on their own, and the second of which depended on the raw energy input of your technique. He offered you a spot at an institution meant to curb your curiosity and further your potential, but more than that, he convinced you you were special.
Perhaps the reason why you despised Gojo Satoru with every fiber of your being and the reason why, after that fateful encounter, you kept running to him for answers were one and the same. Because you were a fool big enough to trust him.
And old habits are notoriously hard to kill.
âIf it isnât my favorite student!â Gojo exclaimed as he spotted you marching across the acres of pine trees, your steps slowing down once you noticed a child in his presence.
The kid seemed no older than ten years old, with tousled black spikes prodding out of every node on his head. An unamused look pooled in his emerald eyes, draining them into a pair of perfect slits as he slid behind Gojoâs back, discreetly meddling with the environment of trees and pebbles until he was completely out of sight.
âMegââ The continuation of his name faded into a threadbare sigh, frayed from usage. You wondered what they were to each other.
âRushing into puberty, I see,â Gojo mumbled, his attention eventually shifting to you. An icky smile spread to his lips, curling and curving with each word that followed. âHow may I help?â
You arched a brow, your arms defiantly closing over your chest. âWhat makes you think Iâm here to ask for help?â
Your mind was still on that boy, searching for an inkling of his presence, partly because you didnât want others listening in and partly because you hoped your presence hadnât intimidated him into running away. Although, being in Gojoâs company, you doubted anything could scare the poor thing out of his wits.
Snapping you out of your thoughts, âYou have the kinda face that says âHelp me, sensei. Youâre my only hope!â all over it.â
The motion of his fingers clasping around each other in a praying motion irked you more than his outdated reference and the high-pitched impression of your voice combined. He noticed that, similarly to how heâd also noticed the purple trace peaking from your uniformâs collar the moment you set foot on campus, but he didnât comment on either. Instead, he leaned against the tree closest to him, his stance mirroring yours.
âSo how did it go with Mr. Zenâin?â
A broken transmission of sinful moans intercepted your senses on demand, with the chilling sensation of a strangerâs tongue entrapped between your legs feeling a bit more tangible than just another fever dreamâhis taste too heady and vivid to dismiss as mere imagination.
âFine,â you lied.
âFine?â he repeated.
âFine,â you insisted.
âJust fine?â he pressed.
âJust fine,â you confirmed, inevitably hissing at him.
Was it too late to ask for a change of mentor?
âSo, whoâs the kid?â You pointed away from the topic in the direction the kid had run off to. Smart boy.
âThatâd be Megumi,â Gojo said. âHeâll be joining us in a few years.â
âIs heâŚ?â
He nodded, confirming the first of your suspicions. Come to think of it, heâMegumiâlooked awfully similar to the few Zenâins you had the displeasure of meeting and, oddly, most similar to your one pleasurable acquaintance. They had the same eyes. Same stubborn scowl, too.
âHeâll soon be one of the leading forces in the Jujutsu world,â Gojo continued. Not under your guidance, he wonât. âWhy not stay around till then? Watch your kouhai-to-be thrive?â
âThe role of an upperclassman doesnât suit me. Besides, I canât wait until Iâm out of this place.â
The blindfold he donned concealed about half of his reaction, though his frown revealed plenty. You found it hard to believe that parting with one of his biggest haters filled him with such profound sorrow, but then again, Gojo Satoru was a species of his own. In any case, you preferred his amiable look to thisâwhatever that wasâand changed the subject yet again, paving the path toward the answers you truly sought.
âYou wouldnât happen to know if any Zenâins kicked the bucket recently?â Your eyes scanned both heaven and earth nervously. âAny Zenâins with a scar on the lower part of their face, letâs say?â You let linger.
ââŚWhy are you asking?â A hint of suggestion grazed his question, his eyes surely glinting with mischief.
You stumbled over your own words, struggling to come up with an answer that didnât involve sharing the finer details of the unnamed manâs biceps snaring around your body while his tongue ran laps around your pussy, drooling over you as if you were a chew toy.
No, youâd much rather Gojo found out that for a brief regrettable moment when you were fifteen, you may or may not have crushed on him rather than allow him a glimpse into your blossoming sex life.
And so, brute force was all that was left.
You padded toward him and shaped a rough circle with your index and thumb, the former losing momentum the closer you got to flicking his covered forehead.
âHow many times are you gonna try that?â A shit-eating grin betrayed his amusement. âYou know it wonât land.â
âI donât want to make it land,â you retorted. âI just want you to feel my hostility.â
âI feel it plenty just by looking at you,â Gojo chuckled, repelling you without lifting a single finger.
Your frustration boiled into a low grunt as you slapped the air between you, mumbling incoherent slurs with your back eventually turning on him. This was pointless. You were better off asking Miss Ieri or that new Nanami guy; theyâd be more helpful than this piece ofâ
âZenâin Toji.â
As if the name wasnât enough to make you freeze in your tracks, the hand that fiddled with your shirtâs collar had your feet rooting into the soil.
Maybe if you stayed still enough, you could eventually turn into a tree.
You braced yourself for the earful of the century and glanced over your shoulder, expecting the first round of reprimands to be fired any minute now, but nothing came out of his mouth. At least now, while your eyes scanned his bared pearly whites for hints of gunpowder.
âI know you wonât listen to your favorite teacher, butâ How many times do I need to tell you that you arenât? âdonât go around summoning dangerous men.
âPlease.â
You returned home to four sets of untouched slippers and a sticky note hanging from the fridge, your motherâs handwriting informing you the three of them, squirt included, had gone off camping in Okinawa and wouldnât be back till Monday.
Oh, and that theyâd left some more of that lasagna in the fridge in case you felt hungryâa single portion to last you the three days of their absence. Even a pet would be pushed to starvation with that little food, and as expected, there was no pizza money in the key bowl by the counter either.
Great!
Leaving tomorrowâs worries to tomorrow you, you slumped down on the couch with the cold tupperware in hand. You flipped through the channels and settled for the evening newscast. Arsonists, murderers, and tax evadersâone more despicable than the otherâyet you felt inclined to smile. If it werenât for their generous contribution to society, half of the news staffâincluding both the anchorwoman and her fancy Dior suitâwould end up on the street.
Perhaps that was the punchline. The same society that condemned dangerous men needed them to do dangerous things so a minority could be paid for pointing out their errors. Similarly, the value of Jujutsu sorcerers was dependent on horrible things happening, and in a curse-free society, even someone like Gojo would be useless.
You wondered if Toji had ever made it to the headlines or if, like you, he was merely an observer of the worldâs fatalities. You knew he lied. He was neither the Ten Shadows user nor did he die over a hundred years ago, and as wretched as Gojo was, he didnât dub people dangerous for no reason. Come to think of it, youâd never heard of him using that term before. He was too conceited for that.
Then there was Tojiâs reaction when you mentioned your teacher, both instances pointing in the same direction; they knew each other. Well enough for each to be a controversial topic to the other, and poorly enough to guarantee no warm sentiments remained.
Judging from Tojiâs outfit and Gojoâs current age, Tojiâs time of death was estimated sometime during the previous decadeâand that was about all the information you had on him. A dangerous impostor from the Zenâin clan with a knack for sweet-talking his way into your panties.
And maybe that should have deterred you from bringing out the crystal sphere, but it didnât. You were most curious about the manâs identity, and as exalted as Gojo was, he didnât have a pussy of his own. He didnât know of the gates Toji opened for you with his tongue, and certainly wouldnât understand if you tried to explain. You were putting both your career as a sorcerer and your relationship with him in line for dick.
You placed the ball on the coffee table and recited the incantation, revving up the sphere with cursed energy until the familiar silhouette of tight black and loose white appeared between the couch and the screen, looking as brilliant and pissed as ever. So very pissed that you could sense the fury in his eyes while staring at his feet, nearly wishing youâd listened to Gojo.
âHey, Tojââ
âSome nerve you have.â The manâs gruff voice denied your squeaky calling of his name. âDid ya good and then ya threw me outâreally?â
âI can explainââ
âExplain?â Toji laughed, and it felt like nails on a chalkboard. âExplain what, hm? You think Iâm your personal fucktoy? That Iâve got nothinâ better to do than get this pussy off?â
âNo, Iââ
âNah, you listen, kid.â He spoke the word with utter ridicule. âBeen in this shit world longer than ya and got your type down pat. All prim and proper with your little Bambi eyes and pouty lips; all âyes, sirâ and âno sirâ until you get what you want, then off to the next available dick you goâainât that right?â
Itâs not.
You stuck your bottom lip out in complaint, your forehead begging to unite with your knees as you coiled into yourself, sinking deeper into the cushions, and Tojiâhe wouldnât let you catch a break, wandering around the shrinking space while he spat his accusations, his stride eventually bringing him to stand in front of you, a proper executioner with a sharpened cleaver aimed at your neck.
âThought I asked ya a question, didnât I?â
You nodded where he could only see your shoulders move, lacking the strength to lift the weight of his contemptuous glare. You heard him sigh and witnessed him crouching, his fists caging you between the couch and his bulging armsâhis warm breath inching closer, an indisputable evidence of life.
âDonât let it go to that pretty little head of yours, butââ His forefinger tapped against your skull, the rasp of his voice mellowing into velvet. âIâm dead without you. Canât even jerk it to my special girl from the other side.â
You finally peered at him, plump lips parting in awe at how easily heâd switched his approach. A man whoâd stop at nothing to get inside your pantiesâwho was willing to adopt a more amiable persona if that meant fooling you. The kind of man who believed ends justified means and was shameless about it, not caring whether his veneer crinkled around the edges or his wolfish smile reeked of deceit.
A dangerous man; sounds about right.
You planted your feet back on the floor and drew out your pout. People use each other all the time. âYou really think Iâm special?â
His brows knitted at the sudden change in your disposition, a curious smirk stretching his scar as he cupped your cheek. âWouldnât be âere if it werenât for you, sweetheart.â
A personâs worth is defined by their usage. âAm I special even though Iâm always left behind? Even if I have no cursed technique to fight withâeven when Iâll never be as valuable as Gojo Satoru?â
A fat drop of water gathered in your eye, picked up by Tojiâs thumb before it had the chance to escalate into a downpour. So let me be useful to you.
âGojo Satoru was born with every blessing in the world. Strip those off, and he ainât no more than a privileged nobody, while you,â he stroked the apple of your cheek tenderly, the green in his eyes faltering behind soft-worn eyelids, âyou worked hard to get where you are, didnât ya?â
Let me be special.
You nuzzled his palm, a feeble nod to his query. You had tried so hard to keep up, and yet you felt you had no rightful claim to your efforts. When your classmates put a bit more soul into it, they advanced. When you busted your gut waving swords and three-part staffs aroundâeven during lunch breaksâyou simply retained. You were a weak sorcerer, but even this stage of weakness had taken your all.
âNot as if anyone gives a shit.â Toji dropped his hand to your shoulder, his intentions no good as he rubbed his way to your chest. âGojo or Zenâinâthey are both shit names.â His fingers worked on unbuttoning your uniformâs sleeveless top, discomfort contorting his expression while he fumbled with the golden buttons.
âLemme fill you in on a little something. A name means nothing without strength, but strength means nothing without a name. The Jujutsu world wonât respect ya unless you possess both, and the world ainât gonna thank ya for your service either way.â
âThen why did you say I was special?â
He smiled at your question, and for a second, you eluded yourself into thinking it was genuine. âBecause youâre special to me.â
Your shirt came off, and his voice was silenced as he dipped forward, the tip of his tongue finding your mouth before his lips. You blinked slowly, while he pulled your breasts outside their confinement, your braâs underwire poking at your ribs. He smiled again before he dragged his lips across your neck and collarbones, renewing each and every one of the marks heâd planted on your body the previous night, and with his doing that, your guilt was too renewed.
Your memory trailed back to Gojo and how heâd helped cover them upâthe final please of his fueling you with so much anger that overpowered any pleasure Toji offered. He had no right to act like a guardian when it was because of him that youâd lost all respect for yourself. You once thought you were special because he told you so. You were brought into this world because of him, and like a flower that was plucked out and placed in a pot of different soil, you were doomed to wither.
It was all his faultâa series of wrongs that Tojiâs touch meant to right.
The television droned on about stock rates behind Tojiâs broad shoulders, his mouth skipping to your nipples. His tongue lapped at what his teeth bit, suckling hard on them as if they were the sweetest lollipops. He was much rougher than he was the first time, not caring that your whines were almost of pain rather than bliss.
You brought a hand down his choppy hair, and he glanced up, jade eyes boring into yours while his mouth parted to reveal his tongue swirling around your nipple.
âYou donât have to try with me.â Toji mumbled, his warm lips spreading pretty lies from one stiffened peak to the other. âNo need to pretend a damn thing when your tits are so perfect.â He spoke with absolute certaintyâa mere fact his teeth attested to, sharp canines bruising your plushy skin while the grip around his hair turned into a hesitant yank.
His large palmâbearing the scars and tribulations of his old lifeâclamped around your breast, squeezing it closer to the other until his face was buried in the middle, lulled-out tongue licking up a strip.
âCan squeeze such a nice little hole out of âem. Have my cum runnin all the way down âere,â he paused short of your navel, his lips parting from your tummy with a gentle kiss. âOr be sloppy andâhehâspray it all over. âs all up to you, baby.â
If there was a time for you to say you had no preference because you couldnât weigh either choice, that wouldâve been it. But doing so meant calling out your bluff, and you didnât want his praises to stop. You wanted them to keep coming and for him to keep showering you with his affection until you believed them to be true.
Toji got back on his feet, your eyes leveling with the prominent bulge in his pants, and you got an idea. Notably, not the brightest idea in the book, but one that easily roused his interest as your hands reached out to his hips, fiddling with the loose ends of his belt. You had never seen a dick up close, but you were about to have one in your mouth. You were going to prove you were worthy of his attention.
Your eyes shone brightly as you gave his clothed length a bold stroke. âI wanna see it.â
His head cocked to the side while he considered your request, holding off his reply until you were tugging at his belt. âWhat happened to your precious school project, hm? Donât care if ya fail anymore?â
âI wanna try it,â you insisted.
He fought back a smirk from rising to his lips, wetting his slanted scar instead. âAfter what you did, you think I should let ya have my cock? You think you deserve it?â
You nodded, pathetically rubbing your cheek against his crotch with your mouth popping wide open and your flattened tongue tracing the hard outline from the base to where his pants grew baggier. You heard him kiss his teeth, a low chuckle escaping him. âYouâre a real nasty brat, arenât ya? Youâd do anything to be my whore?â
Holding onto his hips, you followed the same route and gazed up at him. âI want more than that.â
âOh?â Toji chuckled again, utterly amused by your conviction.
âI want to please you.â You ran both hands up and down his sculpted thighs. âI want to do well for you; Iââ you trailed off, shameless in your admission. âI donât want to give up.â
âThat right?â A thin eyebrow questioned. âYou wanna be my good girl?â The term aroused you more than it shouldâve, with fire pooling low in your abdomen as greed. More. Give me more. âThen better give it your best.â
He stood proudly as you managed to undo his belt and pull down his pants along with his underwear, expectant of your reaction. Your first impression was about as good as your last. It was bigâwords you didnât refrain from expressing with a soft gasp rounding your lips.
Granted, you had no means of comparison, yet you doubted he was by any means average. Long, girthy, and veiny, with a slight curve to it that didnât make things any better for the knot in your throat.
âScared already?â Toji asked in a mocking tone. âDonât tell me you were all talk.â
Your hands moved shakily as you measured his length with your fists, mildly wondering how you could possibly fit him in your mouth when your fingers barely connected around the thick base of his shaft. Too big, you mused.
You started pumping him at a languid pace, gaining confidence the more you acquainted yourself with the feeling of having something warm and heavy pulsate in your grip. You werenât sure how much pressure to apply or at what speed you ought to stroke, yet judging from the way his abs clenched under his compression shirt, you were getting the hang of itâthat was until he shook your hands off and took over.
âLetâs put that little mouth to good use, mm?â
Toji tapped his cock head against your lips, prompting you to open wide for him. You did as you were told, welcoming the swollen mushroomy tip into the warm cavern of your mouth, a salty tang immediately flooding your taste buds. He tasted unlike anything youâd had before. Intense, but not quite overbearing.
âCâmon, princess. Relax your jaw a bitâknow you can.â Toji slowly prodded his cock further in, his next instruction being to hollow your cheeks once youâd taken about half of him inside.
You swore you couldnât fit in the rest; it was impossible. You thought your throat had capped, yet as he swayed his hips back and forth, you felt him gradually slide in deeper, filling every gap possible to the point where your tongue was lodged between your teeth and the thick underside of his cock.
Your vision of Toji grew misty, the profanities that evaded him urging you to follow his lead into bobbing your head at the pace he showed you. Nice and slow. Up and down. Atta girl. So good that his fingers gathered on your scalp to form a makeshift ponytail he kept as leverage. So good that he didnât hesitate to call you a good girlâhis good girlâover and over again, continuously praising every aspect of your body.
Especially your mouth.
âSuch a good little mouth,â said Toji, his voice lax even as he fisted your hair into moving faster. âTemptinâ me to fuck it like I wanna fuck that sloppy pussy.â
You were pretty sure your gag reflex had lost its function all the while Toji stuffed his cock down your throat, the air in your lungs filtered by the few unruly dark hairs that led to the happy trail of his stomach.
You had to remind yourself to breathe through your nose, as you slid a flat palm inside his shirt, feeling out the steeled abs that shamed each and every sorcerer you happened to know. Basic workout routines were part of your training, but his body was in a different league.
Plain immaculate.
He caught onto what you were trying to do and lifted his shirt for you, his sneer shattered by the delicate vibrations of your throat on his cock until he, too, was inclined to moan, flinging his head back.
âYouâll make me lose my fucking mind, little girl.â Toji panted, struggling to keep his eyes open.
You hummed happily while your palms splayed further up his body, feeling him throb against your tongue. His breathing began to stutter and he went back to thrusting in your mouth, pressure building in the back of your throat as you choked on his fat cock head, tears openly streaming from your blown out eyes.
âGonna teach ya to be the best, angel.â Toji grunted, your slobbering sounds complementing the natural gruffness of his voice. âYouâllâfuck, youâll be the best for me, right, baby? Lemme make aâhahâmess out of all your holes, hm?â
Your nod barely registered over the raspy moan Toji let out when he emptied his load down your throat, ropes of sticky cum stringing your jaw together with his cock as he pulled out. You almost fell off the couch and onto his thigh, the limitations of your body finally catching up to you.
Sucking dick ought to be recognized as an Olympic sport, because this was harder than every unorthodox exercise Gojo put you through combined. Muscles you didnât know existed felt sore, your slack jaw convincing you itâd never close again, until Toji shoved his thumb between your lips and you willingly cleaned up the last bits of cum.
Maybe this was your true calling. Maybe sucking dick was all you were good at.
The man drew back his finger and plopped down on the couch beside you, manspreading a seat on his lapâone he offered to you with a pat of his hand. He misinterpreted your stalling and asked if you were scared of âMommy and Daddyâ walking in on their daughter bouncing on his dick. That was about the last thing on your mind. What bothered you was the fact that he was still hard as a rock and the possibility of your pussy being split in half before your lie was even exposed.
âArenât you supposed toâyou knowâwait, beforeâŚ?â
Toji followed your glance low over his body. âAh, this?â he grinned confidently. Perhaps heâd been asked about it before; you wouldnât know.
Unashamed, he gave his cock a number of long strokes, his thumb swiping over the slit. It looked far more proportional in his hand than it did in yours. âEver heard of heavenly restriction?â
The trade-off on a personâs cursed energy in exchange for various limitations or improvements on their body. Youâd read that passage in one of the books Gojo offloaded on your back the second you enrolled in Jujutsu Tech. It was one of the many questions you carried to this day, with him brushing it off as an insignificant detail.
âThat ass-hat really doesnât teach ya shit.â Toji rolled his eyes, and you couldnât agree more. âDonât mull it over. Just means my body comes with certain features. Extra stamina, bonus strength, and speed.â He smirked. âI could fuck ya all the way to the next week.â
A visible gulp parted from your throat, somehow believing the absurdity of his statement. You wondered what the actual trade-off was. Using his abilities only to fuck around just didnât seem right. That itself birthed more questions, such as what did he do for a living or how did he do with exorcising cursesâwas that Megumi kid his?
Toji tapped again on his lap, and that was your last chance to catch the train. Youâd come too far to chicken out.
You climbed onto his thighs, your hands grabbing the backrest and your knees planted on both sides of his. He gave a tiny smile before letting his hands roam behind your back, his palms spreading your legs apart. You were still in your skirt and tights. If you were to do this, heâd have to remove bothâ
A faint gasp escaped your lips as he thumbed a hole between your thighs and drew it out across your ass. You glanced over your shoulder to where your skirt was hiked over your hips; his palms the ones to dress your cheeks instead. He kneaded them roughly, play dough for his fingers, as he forced your entire body to roll against the stiff cock that lay between his stomach and your mound, marveling at the surprised whine his slapping them coaxed.
âWear tights again, and they wonât be the only ones to rip.â
âThese were new!â You protested. âSo were the panties from yesterdayâŚâ
Your complaints were hushed with two fingers shoved between your nether lips, thighs clenching as he teasingly drove them in and out of your slick. âLeaking this much just from sucking my dick?â He asked once youâd gone back to facing him, following his hand to where it lathered up his cock with your wetness.
âYou like being told youâre special; Iâll make ya feel really special.â He forced your hips to grind against him, his cock cupping your entire pussy. âDonât really let others do that orâya know.â He shrugged. âBut youâre an exception. I need you to fuck yourself dumb on my cock. Think you can do that?â
He didnât give you enough time to consider alternatives as his mouth crashed on yours, stealing the oxygen along with the sense from your brain with just his tongue. Every filthy kiss he delivered made your heart pound harder in your chest, and when you tried to so much as raise an objection, he kissed you again, whispering sweetly against your lips about how he felt your cunt drool all over him and how if you behaved, heâd eat you out later. In fact, he promised that he would.
You can do thisâmore than can, you will do this.
Wrapping a small hand around his shaft, you directed the tip toward your tight entranceâperhaps the last time you described it as suchâand gently pushed it in. Even when you were drenched, fitting more than the head was a challengeâsomething he defied the next minute when he clasped your wrists behind your back and held your hip in place for him to thrust up.
A shrill scream bounced across the roomâs four walls before it could be swallowed by Toji, his lips seeking to distract you from the pain. He wasnât more than halfway in, yet the sting was so unbearable that your eyes remained squinting well after heâd kissed the tears off your cheeks.
âAw, princess lied about being a virgin?â He cooed with fake sympathy, glancing at the ring of faded red thatâd formed around his cock, trickling down his balls with the rest of your juices. Damn it!
His comment irked you enough to talk back to him. âAnd youâve been so full of shit, yet you donât see me making it into a big deal, Toji.â
The expressions on his face flickered faster than the channels on your television didâsurprise in the way his green eyes widened; annoyance in how his nose scrunched up; and whatever sinister emotion his lopsided smile represented.
âYou kept quiet so Iâd fuck you?â Toji questioned, and coming from his lips, it sounded so humiliating that you wanted to run away.
You didnât know what you were thinking. Perhaps that was the issueâyou werenât thinking at all, or else youâd broken the link and gone bawling under the covers of your bed. You felt so shameful rocking your hips forward, while he didnât feel any shame slapping your ass again, knowing the sound would be louder than the one before.
âT-Toji!â You shrieked, involuntarily sinking lower over his cock.
âLetâs keep score, shall we?â He sneered, the recoil from your ass being spanked sending you to drop against his chest.
Heâd let go of your hands; his attention exclusively turned to painting your walls white and your cheeks red as he picked up a mean pace, pounding you from below. You always thought sex would feel good, yet the pleasure he offered was heavily doused in pain, and you didnât know what to feel anymore. You knew you preferred the softness of his tongue, yet your sobs begged to differ, shifting to full-scale moans you could no longer contain.
âActinâ all prude when youâre nothing but a hungry cockslutâthatâs one strike.â Toji landed another hefty thwack, not minding that it caused your fingernails to dig sharply into his chest.
âLeaving me to hang just because daddy came homeâthatâs another.â You bit into his shoulder when his balls joined in the action, slamming hard against your butt.
âBeing that other bratâs fucking student,â he raised his hand without fulfilling the threat, instead opting to straighten you over his dick.
You were heaving for air, carrying an ugly wince from all the tension heâd subjected you to. His eyes momentarily softened, and he sighed to himself, removing the sticky-with-spit strands of hair from your mouth and then bringing both palms to caress the outlines of your curves.
âGuess that ainât your fault.â Toji whispered.
You wouldnât be receiving any apologies from him. That much he made obvious, but when his thumb found your clit and began circling around the little bundle of nerves, you could tell that was his own wretched way of making amends.
âNo matter what you try, youâre never gonna reach that asshole.â His thrusting had come to a standstill while he zeroed in on your eyes. âYouâre so pathetically weak that youâll always be looked down on by others.â Your tears almost resumed, and you almost attempted a punch to his face when he scooped up your face in his fingers. âBut ya shouldnât take shit from any damn sorcererâya hear me?â
It scared you how he knew exactly what to say to bend you to his will, using even sincerity against you. He was a bastardâno better than Gojo wasâand you hated that such a guy was taking your virginity in the same way you hated yourself for leaning down to kiss him, suddenly feeling so incredible that you matched the luscious rocking of his hips with sways of your own.
âWasnât lying when I said youâd make the best fuck,â Toji smiled and just like that, you forgave everything.
Your hands met behind his neck while his one arm snared around your waist, the fingers of the other rubbing your clit even after you whined for him to stop.
âToo much?â Heâd slyly picked up a faster pace, fucking up into you until your walls rapidly tightened around him like a vice he defied, the tip of his cock coming dangerously close to kissing your cervix with every thrust. âCâmon, ya know my name now. Be a good girl and moan fâme.â
ââs too good, T-Tojiâah!â Your cries of his name turned incoherent over the spasms of your pussy, as he ripped a shuttering orgasm from your body, much stronger and more violent than anything youâd ever experienced.
âFucking shit, baby.â Toji grunted, nearly losing his composure as he frantically shoved your hips together, pounding you as if he wanted to break you in half.
Your eyes were crossed, your forehead drooped against his shoulder where you could only answer him with broken ah-ah-ahâs and long-drawn yesâ in a never-ending high, uncertain whether the aftershocks were a result of your first climax or quakes of their own.
âGonna fill that tight pussy right up.â He slapped your ass, and you whimpered, soaking up pleasure from the pain like a sponge.
Everything he gave was yours to take, and while youâd previously taken offense at his words, it was exactly what you wantedâfor him to be your personal fucktoy and you his. School didnât matter. Grades didnât matter. Gojoâhe didnât matter at all.
âGonna pump ya full âf my cum and send ya to that shithead.â His veiny cock started to twitch, his breath uneven and his hips gaining momentum over the last few thrusts that drove him over the edge. âMy cute little cumslut; signed, sealed, delivered. All ya hafta do is just fuckingâuh, take it, Y/N.â
Your name spilled from his mouth in abundance, as generously as his warm cum spilled into your pussy, the creamy mix of your fluids streaming from the point where your bodies connected down to the turquoise couch covers. He came buckets, and you unwittingly milked every last drop, your walls fluttering around him right until he pulled out.
âNot bad.â He patted down your back.
Enough willpower returned for you to sit up on his lap, your knees jiggling like two big lumps of jelly. Walking would result in dropping, yet when he hoisted you in his arms and shoved you to the next pillow, you realized a fate worse than death by falling existed: the combination of coarse fabric and a sore ass.
You discreetly flipped on your stomach, pretending to check out Toji as he tied his pants in place and paraded straight to the fridge. He scratched the back of his head and looked around the drawers, coming to the same conclusion you did about an hour ago. He mumbled something under his breath and returned with two beer cans from your fatherâs stash.
You thanked him as if he were the owner of the house and you his guest, when in reality, you didnât even like beer. He didnât seem to like it either, judging from the way he cringed at the first sip. He dropped the can on the table and picked up your leftovers instead, content with munching on your half-finished lasagna while he zapped through the channels for something more entertaining than the weather forecast.
The awkwardness of having sex for the first time started to creep up on you. Was this what people normally did? Acted as if nothing happened and went along with the rest of their day, not minding that their seed was still oozing from the person whose brains theyâd fucked out?
You decided not to ask; you didnât want to be called butthurt, even though you literally were. You grabbed a bunch of tissues from the table to clean up some of the mess, your frustration boiling over when Toji had the nerve to chuckle at a crude joke from the sitcom he was watching.
âWho is Megumi?â
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Christmas Markets with Villains
"Remember the rules. No fighting, no murder - Toga, Dabi - and try to keep the petty theft to a minimum. I'd prefer if our first Christmas shopping trip didn't turn into a mission to break some of you out of jail." Shigaraki x GN!Reader, League as family . CW for mentions of abusive/negelectful pasts, mentions of crimes. tbh itâs pretty fluffy.
You looked around the room a little nervously, the prospect of Christmas shopping with a group of wanted criminals suddenly way riskier than it had seemed when you had first agreed to the idea. The look on Tomura's face, a strange mix of exhaustion and betrayal, made way more sense now you were actually facing the consequences of your decision. All the woollen scarves and knitted hats in the world wouldn't cover up their attitudes. You considered maybe calling the whole thing off, feigning sickness or some kind of emergency, but then Toga bounced up to you tugging Jin along behind her and the pure excitement and delight sparkling in their eyes nearly made you weep. When was the last time she actually got to enjoy Christmas? When was the last time any of them had enjoyed Christmas? Your new family was composed of so many tales of abuse, of neglect and isolation. It was why you had agreed in the first place, and you wouldn't let them down now.
"Okay! Before we leave is everyone wrapped up?" You glanced around at the nodding heads, stifling a giggle at the sight of Dabi in a blue scarf and hat combo pulled so close together only his eyes peered out. "Remember the rules. No fighting, no murder - Toga, Dabi - and try to keep the petty theft to a minimum. I'd prefer if our first Christmas shopping trip didn't turn into a mission to break some of you out of jail." "You sound like a tired parent." You could hear the eye roll in Toga's voice. "Well since Kurogiri can't come with us, someone has to take over watching you troublemakers. So behave." You tried to sound stern, but the wide grin on your face kind of spoiled the effect. "Right. If you could do the honours." Kurogiri inclined his head, opening a portal for you all. You ushered the others through, wrapping your arm through one of Shigaraki's as the pair of you joined the rear of the group. "Take care of young Tomura." "Always." You smiled, raising a hand in a wave as you stepped through the swirling mist.
The others were waiting for you on the other side. You'd found a small town outside Mustafar with a bustling market to bring them all to, hoping it lessened the chances of getting caught. "Alright." You called, cringing internally at how much you sounded like a teacher organising a school trip. "We're outside the city but please try to keep a low profile anyway. Otherwise, have fun and I'll see you all back here in two hours. Call me if you need me." The group dispersed with varying degrees of excitement, and you tightened your grip around Tomura's arm as he made to disappear with them. "You're staying with me." You hummed, ignoring his scowl as you started to pull him towards the stalls. "Are you sure you didn't need to hand out pocket money?" You just laughed at his griping, deep down he cared about his idiots too, despite the occasional death threats. âYou donât want to have to break them out of prison either. We both know you care too.â He huffed. âI donât care.â âUhuh, of course you donât. I wonât let anyone know your secret.â You smiled, glancing down to double check he was wearing the special gloves youâd bought for him when you first started dating before shifting to slip our fingers between his. âCome on, we have time away from the troublemakers and I want to make the most of it.â âYouâre the worst.â âYou love me.â He glanced around, ensuring no one could hear before leaning closer against you with a contented hum. âMaybe.â
The pair of you wandered through the streets, taking in the lights and decorations as you avoided the crowds. Sometimes you paused to tug him towards a stall or a store window that captured your attention, letting him stand a little behind you - a force of habit to try and keep himself shielded from prying eyes despite the hood tugged low over his face. As time passed he relaxed, little by little, finally enjoying the atmosphere and time spent without worrying about heroes or avoiding the authorities. A tiny island of normality in the sea of chaos that came with being a part of the League. âYour hands are getting cold.â You paused from studying a display of pretty hair accessories for THimiko and glanced back up at him. âIt is winter.â You hummed. âJust let me get this and we can grab some mulled wine?â âWhy are you buying that?â You glanced down at the item in your hands and smiled softly. âItâs for Toga. I want to get something for everyone.â âWhy not just get her more knives?â âBecause I wanted to get her something thatâs not related to her quirk, or being⌠well, you know. Sheâs still a girl, she deserves pretty things sometimes.â You sighed, handing over some money to the vendor and tucking the gift away in your bag. âI was trying to be more thoughtful.â His hand squeezed yours, you knew he didnât really get it but it was enough that he didnât argue with you about it. It wasnât that long ago youâd had a fight about the pointlessness of getting the members birthday gifts, especially âimpracticalâ ones. Heâd grown, you mused, he still acted like a petulant child more often than not but he was getting better. âYouâre doing this for everyone?â âMhm.â You smiled softly, catching a glimpse of Himiko and Jin darting through the stalls happily (you were going to ignore the penguin Himiko was carrying, since you were pretty sure that hadnât been for sale). âI have a few things already.â Tomura tugged you into his side, catching your chin between his fingers and turning you so he could study your face carefully. âWhy?â You frowned. âItâs Christmas?â âSo?â He shrugged. âNone of us have celebrated for years, I doubt any of them will have got you anything in return. Why go through the effort?â âItâs because you havenât celebrated in years, everyone deserves at least one good Christmas. I just want them to be happy.â Saying it out loud you felt a little stupid, maybe he was right about the effort and maybe none of them actually cared about the holidays, but the League were your family now and you had wanted so badly to do something for them. Tomura scowled and you let your gaze drop to the floor dejectedly. âYouâre an idiot.â He huffed, pressing chapped lips gently against yours. âYou better have got me something good.â âSo not just putting a bow on myself?â You teased, grinning when you saw the slightest hint of a blush paint his cheeks as he started to walk away, pulling you towards the mulled wine.
By the time the others returned, some more laden with âpurchasesâ than others, you and Tomura had been at the meet up point drinking mulled wine for a while. Your cheeks were a little flushed and Tomura was sitting beside you, leaning ever so slightly into your side, though he jumped back with a snarl when Toga let out a delighted squeal. âI suppose I should help with all the⌠things.â Atsuhiro sighed, gesturing towards the small mountain of⌠well you werenât sure, that Toga and Jin had acquired. âThanks Atsuhiro.â You sighed, getting to your feet. âWhereâs Dabi?â There was a loud shriek in the distance, and a familiar looking blue glow lit up the sky. You sighed. âFound him!â Jin laughed. âHeâs an idiot. Thatâs so cool!â You glanced at Tomura, who was once again scowling angrily, his hands balled into fists. âAt least it was just the one of you causing trouble?â You offered half-heartedly. As if on cue Dabi strolled into view, throwing a roasted chestnut into his mouth. He smirked and held the bag out towards you just as the portal blinked into existence behind the group. âChestnut?âÂ
#my writing#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bnha#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura#dabi#toga himiko#mr compress#twice#bubaigawara jin#league of villains#fluff#gn!reader#halo.writes
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Which Beatle do you think would be your best friend? ⌠why? Not john or any of them except for ringo hes a good boy
Which Beatle do you think would want to date you? ⌠why? none of them im Ugly im not sure but uh hey 1964 paul date me
What year of The Beatles did George look most attractive? all of the years bc hes always beautiful but have u seen 1966 george.....
What year of The Beatles did Ringo look most attractive? 1969 hands down
What year of The Beatles did John look most attractive? like....ok u kno how i won the war? when he had that short hair? yeah 1966 john was Good
What year of The Beatles did Paul look most attractive? all of them except for sgt peppers dont talk to me about his nasty ass mustacheÂ
Favorite album + favorite section or song from it (i.e. The White Album from Sexy Sadie to Cry Baby Cry) um ! i cant pick a favorite album hold on
all of sgt peppers
octopusâs garden - her mastery - abbey road
back in the ussr - i will - white album
help! - ticket to ride - help!
all of magical mystery tour
i have...too many favorites
Do you have good play on words for anything Beatles, like the classic, John Lemon? i accidentally said outloud âjog lemonâ and also rigno and my phone autocorrects rimglri to ringo
Is there any Beatles meme that you like? hmm im not sure
Out of all of their solo careerâs which Beatleâs solo stuff do you like the most? pauls........have u heard ram u h dont talk to me abt wings
Have you seen all of Beatles movies? (I am not counting the BeeGees thing because, cmon man!) y e s i love magical mystery tour so much and also help but u h let it be lol whos that
How would you wish to meet John? (Iâm letting you use time-travel on these ones) i would like to meet him in a bar fight and punch him in the nose no uh im not sure ? iâd love to know him during like....help era or smth though and be like...a photographer where i can ask questions and take pics n stuff idk !
How would you wish to meet Paul? i want it to be 1967 and im an interviewer and hes high kinda and wearing that hideous magical mystery tour sweater vest and hes all over the place with his answers and hes happy an d
How would you wish to meet George? idk but let it be era would be yes but also like ! george in like...the 80s-90s ish...he was like a litl old grandpa and i love him
How would you wish to meet Ringo? i wanna meet old man ringo and Hug Him bc hes a good boy
Smut fics? (yes or no) nah
starrison, lennison, mmcharrison, or mclennon? (+ any other ships I couldnât figure what the names would be) me and paul, paul and the mmt sweater vest, 1961-1966 john and glasses, brian esptein and happinessÂ
Last time your cried about anything relating to the Beatles? uh i cry every time i listen to across the universe which i listened to like...five hours ago
Do your parents/guardians buy a shit load of Beatles stuff? i have three posters, a tee shirt, johns books, and five records sweats
If the Beatles were teenagers right now and had to fit a teen stereotype what would it be? pauls still the cute one, johns the rebel, ringos the sweetheart, and george is the quiet mysterious one
Is there anything about the Beatleâs history that you do no know much about and would like to? i want to know more about the break up, hamburg, and their relationships with all of the beatle girls (esp jane)
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a blog has my old url (thimiko) and is using it to sell? a coffee maker **goes ape**
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Get To Know The Blogger
Tagged by: @serilia-night
Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better!
-Nickname: Nick | Nico | etc.
-Star sign: Taurus
-Height: 6â˛-1âł
-Time right now: 3:44 pm (EST)
-Last thing googled:Â âjungkook memeâ
-Favorite music/artists: Either Black Pink or Nicki Minaj
-Song Stuck in your head: Oh boy....:
Whistle + Playing w/ Fire - Black Pink
Monster + Wolf + Mama (Chinese Version) - Exo
Blood, Sweat and Tears + Fire + Run - BTS
-Last movie watched: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
-Last TV show watched: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood w/ my network
-What are you wearing right now: Light Grey Shirt + Light Grey Jacket + Dark Grey Pants + Black Shoes and socks (You can tell Iâm feeling the grey today)
-When did you create your blog: Well, I do have two blogs so:
This one - Last month
Previous one - Two years ago
-What kind of stuff do you post: Haikyuu!!, Overwatch, Aesthetics, occasional Yuri!!! on Ice, occasional other anime, occasional memes, things that make me | my followers laugh or smile, and most importantly: Space
-Do you have other blogs:
@tooruscribbles - Doodle + drabble blog
@toorusins - R-18 blog (Donât enter)
@pretty-setter-network - Setter-based Network that I run
@tooruthespacegay - My former main blog thatâs now dead...
-Do you get asks regularly: Nope, sadly... ;(
-Why did you choose your URL: I chose this URL because I just really love Oikawa Tooru,,, the evidence is -Â here
-Gender: Male
-Hogwarts House: Ironically, it believe it was Ravenclaw
-Favorite color: Blue (pastel | deep | sky | etc.), Pastel pinks + purple + green, and Black
-Average hours of sleep: ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
-Lucky number: 7
-How many blankets do you sleep with: 2
-Dream job: An architect for different corporations within the amusement park industry, such as Disney | Universal | Cedar Fair | etc.
-Following: 26
I tag: @suomenstrannik + @sunflcwerskies + @thimiko + @oiyoeh + @yaboyseven + @official-seven + @vertigovortex + @semi-jpg + @shirabaes + @cbxminseok + @kenmakittie + @toorutoast + @plutomeme + @romanqynch + @armiitagehuxs + @day-6-dreamer + @thewritingloser + @kcushis + @a-word-makes-me-crumble + @zaryanvaÂ
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For @thimiko and @sunflcwerskies who requested their Haikyuu!! OCâs for the ask meme!
(I drew these a while back... but forgot to post them til now...)
#hq!!#haikyuu ocs#mypost**#mydoodle**#friends*#oc*#taichi#akiyama#mika#osaka#miyazaki#((also sorry if it looks so similar to the original style of the ask meme))
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yall remember when my url was thimiko
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@oliver-eating-dirt either ! cute lyrics would be nice though ! @thimiko im breaking up with you
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As celebration of the new blog, itâs time for me to, yet again, post my face all over tumblr. Why you ask? ¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ So hereâs my six best from last year~!
Tagged by: @asspiringace
Tagging: @officialtendou @serilia-night @kcushis @thimiko @nicorinmakis and anyone else whoâd like to!
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im considering a url change but ive grown so attached to thimiko
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For the ask meme - 1-65
1: Do you have a crush at the moment? paul mccartney or i guess maybe @thimiko2: Have you ever been deeply in love? i think so ?3: Longest relationship you've ever been in? nine months !4: Have you ever changed for someone? i dont think so ?5: How is your relationship with your ex? im friends with all of my exes ! and more >:36: Have you ever been cheated on? no at least i dont think so7: Have you ever cheated? nope !8: Would you date someone who's well known for cheating? im not sure..9: What's the most important part of a relationship? communication and also jokes !10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? i kinda like serious thing11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"? kinda ? im not sure !12: How many people have you ever hooked up with? none :13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship? mmmmm the end of the end the first time....i said a lot of nasty and rude things....14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex? like maybe 16 ?15: Do you believe in the phrase "age is just a number"? no !!!16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"? not really ?17: Do you believe it's possible to fall in love on the internet? yes !!!! 18: What do you consider a deal breaker? cheating like weâre over if u do im sorry19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship? when things feel kinda empty20: Are you currently in a relationship? yes !!! @thimiko21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends? definitely !! it may take a bit of time before the friendship is okay again but !!22: Do you think people should date their friends? yeah why not u already know them 23: How many relationships have you had? three ? 24: Do you think love can last forever? maybe !! i kinda hope so :>25: Do you believe love can conquer all things? hmm im not sure ?26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of? No!27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be? dont be dumb28: Do you think long distance relationships can work? Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!! @thimiko29: What do you notice first about another person? if theyre cute......... and funny !30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual? pan !31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness? definitely not bc like thats awful and also Bad32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? no thankfully33: Do you want to get married one day? iâd like to !34: What do you think about getting your partner's name tattooed? no......35: Could you be in a relationship without sex? im not sure36: Are you still a virgin? ya !37: What's more important: Looks or personality? personality hands down38: Do you enjoy love films? only if theyre funny or old and unironically cheesy39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses? no but maybe someday !40: Have you ever had a valentine? yes !!!! @thimiko41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"? ooh ! something really relaxed. like driving around? maybe watching a movie at home or baking together ?42: Have you ever read "Romeo and Juliet"? no but i saw a play !43: What's more important: Your partner or your friends? my partner is my friend ha44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"? maybe ?45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends? @thimiko :>46: Have you ever been "friendzoned"? im not a shitty white boy47: Which "famous couple" is your favorite? paul and linda mccartney48: What's your favorite love song? for you blue :>49: Have you ever broken someone's heart? i hope not...........50: If you're single, why do you think you are? im not :>51: Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice guy? rich douchebag52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships? i think so !53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single? not really ? unless it pics of paul and linda54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on Facebook)? not that important but.........you. are. valid.55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"? im clingy as fuck uh56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship? i hope not tf57: Do you think it's silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart? i mean..................58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship? submissive uh59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner's birthday or your anniversary? No60: What's your opinion on open relationships? they r chill61: Who's more important: Your partner or your family? partner............62: How do you define "cheating"? acting on feelings for another person thats not ur partner when ur partner didnt consent to it63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate? no !64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated? yes and no65: Would you consider yourself a "cuddler"? yes !!!!!!!!!
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