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hello hello! froggi i have something rotting my brain and i would love to hear your thoughts on it, but by no means is this something you have to answer!

how do you think gojo satoru and nanami kento (and anyone else you'd like to include!) would feel about having someone pack lunches for them? like real, thought out, balanced lunches in nice containers and thermoses with little drinks and maybe notes

i can already see the confused first years, yuji and nobara gossiping about whether they're dating someone and megumi being weirded out gojo isnt just buying something like the rich boy he is

Sack Lunch - Satoru Gojo, Nanami Kento & Suguru Geto

Pairing(s): Satoru Gojo x gn! reader, Nanami Kento x gn! reader, Suguru Geto x gn! reader

Genre: fluff!

Word Count: 667 (Gojo's), 685 (Nanami's), 680 (Suguru's)

Summary: a day in your s/o's life when you pack a lunch for him

CW: established relationships!, jokes about dying/being widowed (Gojo's--though they are not necessarily married), lots of cutesy stuff, Gojo acts like a child

anon you are the first person ever to call me froggi (and i kinda love it omg)!! i have not answered a request/ask in a hot minute, but this one was too cute to pass up! not sure if you wanted headcanons for this or not, but i got really carried away :') hope this is what you wanted! also i really feel strongly about Gojo having a 90s lunchbox collection that he is very proud of! - also!! the Valentine's Poll is open if you guys have any ideas of what you want for our Valentine's event this year!! you can vote here - also thank you @l0serloki for helping me with writing nanami!!

Satoru Gojo:

“Satoru!” You shake your head at the man as he slinks past the kitchen.

He pops his head in, white hair falling over his eyes. “Yes?”

“Don’t forget your lunch.”

“You made me lunch?” He coos, surging forward to pinch your cheek, “you’re so cute.”

You roll your eyes. “No one should spend as much money on food as you do.” You chastise. “And I want to make sure you don’t only eat sweets today. I can’t have you dying on me at 30.”

“Pft, I’m gonna live forever!”

You shove the metallic Sailor Moon lunchbox into his hands. “Keep eating what I make you and you just might.”

“Aw, baby,” he practically sings, “look at you, trying to take care of me.”

He playfully ruffles your hair, but upon seeing your scowl, drags his hand down to your waist. He leans in and presses a sloppy, needy kiss to your lips. You stand on your toes just to kiss him back, rubbing your hands up and down his back.

He pulls away blushing, lunchbox in hand. “I’ll see you later! Love you lots!”

You wave to him as he heads out the door, “love you too!”

Even when he gets out to his car, the grin on his face doesn’t fade. He might have teased you a little, but only because he was so honoured that you even thought to pack him a lunch. The cute Sailor Moon lunch box that totally isn’t his is only the icing on the cake.

—

Nobara and Yuji stare at Gojo in disbelief. The man has his feet propped up on his desk, whistling a song as he peels a mandarin. A mandarin. The sight of their teacher eating an actual, real fruit is jarring.

Yuji elbows Nobara gently, “has Gojo-sensei finally lost it?”

“He must have, have you ever seen him eat real food before?”

Gojo rolls his eyes behind his blindfold, popping a slice of the orange into his mouth. He listens to his first years gossip about him as he makes his way through the lunch you packed. You really outdid yourself with this one, he has to admit.

It’s all of the foods he likes, cutely displayed in pink containers that match the glittery exterior of the lunch box. You even packed him strawberry mochi, homemade and neatly bundled. There’s a note in there, too.

Please eat all your fruits and veggies, I don’t want to be a widow.

Lots of love!

Y/n

Gojo stifles his laughter at your note, but he can’t stop the flush that creeps up to his blindfold. Not only did you pack him a lunch, you wrote him a note. He can’t wait to come home to you and tell you how much he loves you.

It’s when Gojo gets up to use the bathroom that Yuji makes a mad dash to peek in his lunch box. “Sailor Moon?!”

Nobara leaps to her feet, joining Itadori at the desk. “There’s a note, look.”

Fushiguro sits at his desk, softly chewing on the sandwich that you also made for him this morning. He shakes his head at his nosy peers, wondering why they care so much about their ridiculous teacher’s life.

“From y/n?!” They cry out in unison.

“Did he steal this from someone?!” Nobara exclaims.

“Did he do something to y/n’s boyfriend?!”

The pair share their conspiracies on just how Gojo ended up with a homemade lunch and a handwritten note from you, oblivious to the way Megumi snickers at them in the back.

Finally, he can’t take it anymore. “They’re together.”

Their eyes practically pop out. “They are?!”

“Yep,” Gojo leans against the door to the classroom, smirking at his students.

“And it’s…like that?” Yuji asks quietly.

“It’s like that.” Gojo raises his eyebrows for emphasis.

All three First Years cringe, groans filling the room. Gojo smiles proudly though, already figuring out how he’s going to tell this story to you when he comes home to you.

Kento Nanami:

Nanami’s cheeks tinge pink as he makes his way to the door and sees you standing there. There’s a massive grin on your face and you’re holding a grey lunchbox in one hand and a coffee thermos in the other. Despite this being an everyday occurance, Nanami still isn’t used to it.

“I packed your lunch.”

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, grabbing the items from your hands. He sets them on the small table just next to the door to free up his hands before immediately wrapping them around your waist. He caresses your sides gently, almost as gently as he kisses you—trying to show all his gratitude and love for you with a single gesture.

You’re flustered when he pulls away, straightening out your clothes while you find your breath once more. You watch Nanami as he grabs his lunch and coffee from the table and pulls his keys out of his pocket, clicking open the lock on the front door.

“Oh!” You call to him just before he steps out. “There’s some extra snacks in there, just in case Yuji wants them!”

His dark eyes fill with admiration, his face falling into that soft look he saves for those closest to him. “You really are the greatest.”

You giggle, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says. “Have a great day today, dear.”

“I will!” You wave at him from the door as he walks to his car. “Oh! And please don’t forget the cutlery at work again!”

“Will do!” His words are punctuated by the closing of his car door followed by the roar of the engine.

You shut the door but the grin doesn’t fall from your face. These mornings are always a highlight for you.

—

Nanami is exhausted by the time he makes it to his lunch hour. Him and Yuji had been running around all afternoon chasing some low grade curse. The second his watch beeped to indicate lunch time, Nanami was already headed to the crosswalk to head to the park across the street, Itadori in tow.

It’s a beautiful day out, the warm sun heating the wood of the park bench just enough to keep it comfortable. He has his most recent novel open on his lap, his lunchbox on the seat next to him. Yuji sits on the other side of his lunch, happily snacking on the extra things you packed for him.

“Y/n really is the best, Nanamin.” He says through a mouthful of food, “packing you all these snacks and keeping you healthy.”

Nanami offers the boy a half grin, though he’s tempted to remind him of his table manners and how rude it is to talk with food in his mouth. He takes a sip of the coffee in his thermos—still warm from this morning—and relaxes farther into the bench. You always make it just the way he likes it, no sugar and hardly any cream.

He reaches a hand into his lunchbox to grab the small container of carrot slices when his fingers graze something else. He closes his novel and leans over to examine the paper he’s just grabbed.

Hope you’re having a great lunch today, honey. Made with love

To the moon and back,

Y/n

He tries to hide his widening grin and reddening cheeks by pretending to cough into his arm, but only succeeds in drawing more attention to his flustered state.

“Are you okay?”

Nanami nods, catching his breath from his fake cough. The heat starts to fade from his face. He pulls his head out of his elbow and turns to address the boy, only for his eyes to widen in horror as he realizes the First Year is clutching the note that was just in his hand.

“Woah,” Yuji’s eyes widen. “It’s like that? You really are lucky, Nanamin.”

Nanami breathes a sigh of relief, glad it was Yuji that found the note and not Nobara or Gojo. Had they found it, he would never hear the end of it.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I am lucky.”

Suguru Geto:

Suguru is shocked when he sees you waiting for him by the door with a small, black bag in your hand. He tilts his head at you when your eyes meet his, as if asking you what you’re doing.

“I threw together a couple of things,” you explain. “For lunch.”

He’s never been cared for like this, never had anyone to pack him a lunch. A million thoughts cross his mind. Thank you, you’re the best, how’d I get so lucky? Of course, none of that comes out.

Instead, he utters a simple, “...why?”

He cringes at the sound of his own voice, bracing himself for you to be disappointed. Luckily, you don’t offend easily and your smile never wavers.

“Well, you were complaining about Satoru only ever wanting to go to sweet shops—and that you were sick of eating lunch alone, so…”

You look down to his hands, suddenly too embarrassed to face him. It felt like a great idea at the moment, but the longer Geto looks at you, the dorkier the idea feels.

Geto closes the gap between you, grabbing your hand from under the lunch box handle. “Thank you,” he mumbles against your lips, tugging you closer so he can taste you better.

Relief floods through you at his words of gratitude. You lean into the kiss, relishing in the way he feels against you.

“I really do love you, you know?” He says softly when he pulls away, the bag now hanging from his hand.

“I know.”

He looks at you expectantly, giving you the same look he does when you’re acting like a dork or giving him attitude.

“I love you too, Suguru. Now get going! I don’t want you to be late.”

He offers you a small wave before he heads out the door, wondering exactly how he’ll return the favor when he gets home.

—

Satoru stares at Suguru from across the table in the teachers lounge. Even with the blindfold on, Geto can tell the man is eyeing the food he has spread out in front of him.

Gojo raises a finger, about to open his mouth.

“Not a word, Satoru.”

His best friend chuckles, dropping his hands in surrender, and goes back to eating his pastries out of a cute pink box. Geto goes back to his own lunch. Though you claimed you just ‘threw together a few things’, he knows that’s far from the truth.

It must have taken you an hour to prepare it all, at minimum. Not only did you make his favorite meal, but you also packed him steamed, honey coated carrots, a slice of homemade banana bread, and a small thermos of his favorite roasted rice tea.

He pops open the lid of the thermos to smell it, the familiar toasty aroma filling his senses. It smells like home—like the nights where he can’t sleep and you bring him a cup of it mixed with sweet honey.

“What’s this?” Satoru snatches the lid from the desk, flipping it upside down and letting a small piece of stationary fall out.

Suguru groans, reaching desperately across the desk for the lid, only for Satoru’s jaw to fall open. He lets the paper float back down to the desk.

“What?” He demands.

Gojo offers him a teasing grin. “Y/n and Suguru, sitting in a tree….”

Geto scowls and grabs the note before Gojo can pick it up and tease him more. Any annoyance he was feeling at the fellow special grade fades away when he sees your handwriting scrawled across the paper.

Hope Satoru doesn’t give you too much trouble today. I love you so much, can’t wait to hear about your day when you get back

All the stars in the sky,

Y/n

Satoru must not see the way Suguru’s cheeks redden at the sight of the note—or if he does, he doesn’t say anything about it. Though he teases, he couldn’t be any happier for his friend as he watches him read the words on the note over and over, a growing smile on his face.

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call-me-eds · 2 years

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Eddie x Reader

Wayne walks in on something..unbecoming. He has a special relationship with you, but now all of that is out the window.

“You live under my roof, Boy, don’t you forget that! Your mother is probably rolling over in her grave right now, she taught you better than to disrespect a home like this. Jesus, Ed, that is where we prepare food!”

You were in the bathroom looking at your cheeks grow redder by the second in the mirror while your boyfriend got chewed out, deservedly so. Eddie told you that Uncle Wayne wouldn’t be home for hours. “I barely see him nowadays now that he got himself a girlfriend,” were the exact words out of his mouth.

It wasn’t the first time you ventured out of his bedroom for a quick romp, but it was the first time you got interrupted. Sure, Uncle Wayne would flick the outside lights on and off a couple of times when you and Eddie were taking your time saying goodbye, or he would make a comment about keeping hands above the blanket when you three were watching one of his nature documentaries, but that was different, all innocent.

Now, everything has changed. Eye contact was out of the question for at least a decade, if you even worked up the courage to go back to the trailer before then.

Uncle Wayne made you feel like their home was yours, too, and you took advantage of that. Sleepovers were allowed, as long as your parents knew where you were. You had a standing dinner invitation, and he even picked up a bottle of hot sauce for you after you asked if there was any in the cabinets just one time. It had become such a place of comfort that you felt free enough to undress and let Eddie defile you right there on the counter. And the worst part about it was that it wasn’t even the first time.

Your body almost folded in on itself when you heard Eddie fighting back with him.

“I told you I will clean it-”

“Oh, I’ve seen your version of clean, and that’s not going to cut it. Bring Y/N home, and when you come back, I don’t want a peep from you for the rest of the night.” Eddie was 19, almost 20, but he was being spoken to like a child. God, Uncle Wayne raised him from childhood and now he saw him hunched over you, hips moving against yours faster than his uncontrollable mouth.

Silent most of the time, it was the loudest expression you had ever heard come from Uncle Wayne when he walked inside. You had almost been too overtaken by pleasure that you didn’t even hear him. Almost. That shout would haunt you for the rest of your life.

Eddie grabbed on to you even tighter, moving you behind him swiftly. This wasn’t happening. There was no way. It had to be some sort of twisted nightmare you got from eating too late again.

“Come on, man,” Eddie groaned, hands cupping his now exposed self.

“Oh my God,” you whimpered, crouching behind him, hoping that if you shut your eyes tight enough you might just disappear.

““I just want to come home after work and relax and this is what I get greeted with! In my own house!” Uncle Wayne yelled through eyes squeezed shut. “I am going to go outside, count to ten, and everyone better be fully clothed.” The door didn’t even have time to click shut before you were sprinting to the bathroom. Eddie started to try and talk you down, but Uncle Wayne kept true to his word and was back inside, yelling for Eddie to get out of his room.

“Take a shower and get changed, okay? I’ll handle it,” he said, rubbing your arm reassuringly before pulling on boxers and a t-shirt to do damage control in.

Getting in the shower, even if you didn’t use any of their limited hot water, was out of the question. You wouldn’t use a single amenity the Munson’s offered, and in fact were trying to think of ways to escape so you wouldn’t even need to use the front door. While you spun around, hoping a window had been added in the 30 minutes since you were last in the bathroom, a knock made you jump out of your skin.

“Sweetheart? Want me to take you home?” Eddie’s low voice came through the door, offering a way out as if you hadn’t heard Uncle Wayne demand it from him. You opened the door and Eddie smiled to try and console you, but a whimper came from your mouth still. He just nodded in commissary and put his hand on your back, leading you to the scene of the crime. Not seeing the witness was almost worse than facing him.

“Where did he go?” you whispered like he might jump out at any moment.

“Smoking,” Eddie said. Only when you became a more regular fixture did the boys take their habit outside. There was still an ashtray on the coffee table, but if they just had to indulge they did it where the smell wouldn’t sink into your clothes or their furniture.

The deep breath you took did nothing to calm your nerves as you stepped outside. For just a second you thought it would be better to see him not in direct lighting, but it just made his aura more ominous.

“I’m sorry, Mr.-”

“Oh, I haven’t even thought about what I’m going to say to you, yet. Get on home.” You nodded and put your head down, rushing toward the car.

“That was totally unnecessary,” Eddie huffed.

“I was going to tell you to be back in 30 minutes, but make it 15,” Uncle Wayne bit. Eddie must have felt your pleading energy coming from you, because he didn’t answer back for once and just climbed in the van, where you were curled up as small as you could get in the passenger’s seat.

Normally, you would wave until you were out of sight, and Wayne would wave right back. Having each other’s presence around was comforting, and you both knew how much it meant to Eddie. It was unexpected, but you developed a special relationship.

“I can never step foot in there again,” you said, shoving your face in your hands, skin still hot. Eddie put his hand on your knee, and it’s usual comfort just made you feel even more shame. “Did you see the way he was looking at me? He hates me,” you swiped under your eyes and Eddie clocked your movement instantly.

“He does not hate you,” Eddie assured. “Me, maybe. But he’ll be over it by the morning, I swear.” You grumbled your disagreement and grabbed his hand, holding it firmly for the rest of the drive.

“Come on, Doll,” he separated from you to climb out of the car once he pulled up to your house, but you pushed him back into his seat gently.

“No, you have to get home,” you sighed, looking at your watch.

“He wasn’t serious about that,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “I can spare a minute to walk you to your door.”

“Please, it’s fine. I don’t want you to get into any more trouble,” you begged. He went to fight, but saw how your glassy eyes were filling with tears and your lip wobbled.

“Okay,” he sighed. “I love you, please don’t worry about this. It’s kind of funny,” he smiled.

“It’s not,” you sniffled, although you appreciated his sentiment. “I love you, too,” you kissed him quickly and scampered up to your house, itching to shower off the humiliation.

“It has been two weeks, I promise you he isn’t going to be weird.”

“I am going to be weird! I can’t face him!” Eddie drove right to the trailer after your dinner date, and you were threatening to yell out kidnapping claims.

Eddie had been to your house almost every day in the last two weeks, and you had your intimate moments in your locked bedroom or his car under the sheath of night. Going to the trailer wasn’t an option, and you made that clear; you didn’t even call for fear of Uncle Wayne picking up the phone.

“The longer you avoid him the worse it’ll get. I have to live with the guy, and you’re much braver than I am,” he said, basically pulling you out of the car.

“He used to change your diapers, it’s different,” you locked your legs but he grabbed your biceps, lifting you up and carrying you to the front door. “Eddie, please, please, I am begging you. I’ll watch any movies you want for a month, two months!” you bargained desperately, but he wouldn’t hear it.

At first, he thought it was weird how much you liked to be around his uncle, and vice versa. Initially he was convinced that you were both just being nice to each other to appease him. But then he realized just how similar you were; it was gross. The situation was more messed up than one of those guys that dated someone like their mom, he was dating his uncle.

Having you separated was even worse. Uncle Wayne had been forcing Eddie to listen to his rants about work and you had been so upset and anxious it was making him feel horrible.

“You’re going to be fine,” he said, opening the door with one hand and keeping a supportive grip on you with the other.

“No, no, no,” you grunted, trying to grab onto the doorframe to stay outside. Eddie nudged your foot with his, not unlike he had the two fateful weeks ago.

You were in the small kitchen, heating some water for tea. Warm hands slithered around your bare waist and dipped under the band of your shorts.

“Hi,” Eddie breathed in your ear. There was a smile on your face in half of a heartbeat. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you giggled. He rubbed his nose against your neck and snaked his ankle around yours, tugging slightly so you were in a wider stance.

“Turning me on,” he mumbled, lips sinking into your skin.

20 minutes later, you were crouched behind Eddie, wishing you could sink into the floor.

“So you didn’t forget where we lived, huh?” The gruff voice you would have made a deal with the devil to avoid greeted you as Eddie forced you inside.

“Hi Mr. Munson,” you mumbled, fingers twisting your bracelet so rapidly Eddie thought it might break.

“‘Mr. Munson,’” he scoffed. “I don’t remember telling you you couldn’t call me Uncle Wayne anymore.” He had always been soft spoken, but you never recalled a time where you struggled to hear what came out of his mouth. Finally, you looked up and found that his cheeks were aflame as well, and the label on his beer bottle was picked clean off.

“We’re going to hang out in my room,” Eddie said, making you jump. You almost forgot he was there, you were so focused on his uncle.

“Hell no, you’re not,” Wayne laughed boisterously, animation coming back to his body. “You’re going to go to the store and get the batteries for the smoke detector that I gave you money for a week ago.” It was no question that if you had been at the trailer in that time the errand would have already been done, the beeping of the low battery already bothering you.

“Why didn’t you remind me before I went to get Y/N,” Eddie whined.

“Because she’s going to keep me company here.” Your heart fell into your stomach, and you thought you might pass out. This was your worst nightmare.

“I can just go and get them,” you quickly offered. “What kind? I’ll just get a bunch of different ones. Give me your keys,” you demanded of Eddie.

“No, no, my nephew can go. This is as painful for you as it is for me, Honey, let’s just get it over with,” he grunted, sitting up a bit in his chair.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes,” Eddie promised. If today was the day he decided to start following traffic laws, you were going to break up with him.

Once the door shut, there was nowhere to divert your attention to. You took as many small steps as possible to the couch, hoping to delay the inevitable awkward conversation. Maybe if you apologized and promised to never come back, Wayne would take it easy on you.

Before you could give that plan a try, though, he started to talk.

“You know how much I love ya,” he said, kicking things off in a much different direction than you thought it would go. “You’re good to Ed, you help out around here no matter how much we tell you to stop, and you’re respectful.” That last word stung.

While you knew your home life was privileged and your childhood was infinitely more peaceful than Eddie’s, that didn’t mean you and your parents were immune to arguments. You were a young adult, after all. The Munson’s trailer provided a safe space for you to escape. The small home was packed with love and comfort, it quickly became your favorite place to spend time.

“But you are a young lady, and I don’t want to see you get in any trouble. Eddie’s mother was too young when she had him, and I won’t have him be stuck in the same cycle.” You wouldn’t believe it if you weren’t seeing it, but he was getting choked up. “He’s a good boy, and he would give everything up if you got into a situation, but I do not want that to happen. And it would be even worse for you, the way people talk. You both deserve to have the freedom to do whatever you want in this life, and I don’t like that you’re doing all of that but I know I won’t stop you, so just, be safe. And for God’s sake, keep it out of the kitchen,” he finished his speech, sitting back in his recliner and taking a long drink from his beer.

Uncle Wayne wasn’t going to ban you from the residence, or shame you, or even judge you. He was looking out for you both.

“I am still, so so sorry. I never meant to take advantage of your kindness.” He had to have heard the sincerity in your voice, it was almost shaking.

“How I treat you isn’t conditional. That boy is my son, and you are like a daughter. I wish you would both get that through your heads,” he sighed.

“Oh,” you breathed out. Never had you seen him be so straightforward with his emotions. That was where he and Eddie differed. You knew instantly if Eddie stubbed his toe or felt dissed by someone in the band, but Wayne played his cards extremely close to his chest. He had laid it all on the table now, though, nothing left to say.

You had to clear your throat so your next words wouldn’t get stuck as you tried to force them out. “And we are always safe, for the record.” He waved his hand and focused his eyes on the TV flickering.

“Well I know you have a good head on your shoulders. I wonder about that boy, though,” he grinned, making the tension from your shoulders release all at once..

“Oh, he means well,” you smiled. A few minutes of silence, not as terrible as you thought it would be, went by before you spoke up again.

“Uncle Wayne?” He turned to you and quirked up the side of his mouth, encouraging you to go on. Eddie made the same face, and you were happy to imagine him at Wayne’s age. “You didn’t, uh, see anything did you?”

“Oh, Jesus,” he shuddered slightly and the color returned to his cheeks. “I would have let a tool slip at work and rip my eyes out. At least then I would have gotten some workman’s comp,” he joked.

��I guess I would have had to come take care of you then, huh? Eddie can barely remember to pick up batteries.” Speaking of the devil, he walked back inside with a pack of batteries and a soda.

“If that ain’t the truth,” Uncle Wayne smiled.

“What?” Eddie asked, handing you the cup and flopping on the couch next to you. He raised his eyebrows, asking if everything had gone alright. You weren’t outside crying like he half expected you to be, so he guessed it went well. Once you leaned forward and kissed him briefly and gently, his worries melted away.

“Nothing. You have to change that battery, though, it’s driving me nuts,” you said, pushing him off of you.

“I don’t know how to do that shit,” he shrugged right as another piercing beep came from the machine.

“Come on, I’ll teach you,” Uncle Wayne said to you, grunting as he stood up. You nodded, grabbing the step-stool and climbing up, getting ready to listen to Wayne’s instructions. He reached down to pull Eddie up by the shirt. “It won’t kill you to learn this, too.”

“That’s what I have you two for,” he grinned, allowing himself to be dragged along.

“I have to put up with him, legally. Why do you do it, girl?” he asked you. Before you could give a sweet, cheesy answer, Eddie got the brilliant idea to offer his opinion.

“Well, I think you saw why.” Your gasp was right in time with Wayne’s palm meeting the back of Eddie’s head.

“You’re sick,” you scowled, ripping the batteries from his hand.

“Shameless,” Uncle Wayne shook his head.

“Kick him out, I’ll take over his room and even keep it clean,” you teased, sliding the battery into place and snapping the cover back on.

“When can you move in?” he asked, offering his hand to help you down.

“I think I liked it better when you two weren’t speaking,” Eddie said, almost regretting bringing you back together. He’d never admit it, but your relationship meant a lot to him, too. His two favorite people.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Child-Bearing Hip Dips

pairing: Professor!Ari Levinson x College!Student!Reader

summary: Ari overhears his babygirl’s conversation with her friends, he teaches her another lesson, why he loves her love handles. (DILF!Ari) (Dom!Ari)

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- 30 minutes ago -

“So Y/n, your truth is, if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?” Grace smiled picking a truth out of the hat, seeing that hardly anyone had attended the sociology lecture today due to weather problems, the girls made due and played some Truth or Dare; their seemingly distracted professor marking papers at his desk. His circular glasses perched on his nose, his eyes making subtle contact with Y/n, sending her a wink every few seconds.

She fidgeted and squirmed in her seat, having no underwear to put on this morning while at her boyfriend’s house, the greedy git had stolen it after he had fucked the daylights out of her. That same pair of lilac underwear, peeking out of his trouser pocket everytime he stood up to grab more papers to mark. He was practically teasing her at this point, even playing with the promise ring on his finger, reminding her of how those same thick fingers were tugging, pulling and feeling every bit of her the night before; in fact every night for the past 4 months since she took up this class.

“Oi Y/n, stop oglin’ Mr. Levinson n’ answer the question already” Lara whispered nudging her friend, repeating the question to her so they could move on with the game already, “Right oh uh, if I could change one thing about myself… maybe my hip dips? I don’t know anything I wear leggings they make my body look square and it puts me off. Plus! I don’t know, i’ve had people tell me before that it makes my proportions weird” Y/n explained scowling, gripping at the skin on her hips, her friends nodding as they could relate to the exact same thing.

“Ok next one-“ Before the next truth could be asked, the bell rang signifying the end of the day, all four college girls sighing out in relief at the thought of it finally being over. Lectures were to be put on hold after today, with the weather threatening to worsen, giving them all a weeks holiday to do whatever they pleased. Or whoever.

“Do all you ladies have a safe way home? Would you like me to call a few cabs?” Mr. Levinson offered seeing them all start to file out of the room, all of them stating that their significant other’s were picking them up, “What about you Miss L/n?” Ari asked tilting his head, seeing as now they were the only two left in his lecture hall, his fingers fiddling with the lilac fabric in his pocket.

“Hmm my man said he would pick me up, I don’t know if he’s here yet though” She pouted playfully walking around his desk, grabbing onto his sleeves as she pulled herself to smack a glossy wet smooch onto his lips, one that was gladly reciprocated. “is that so? What kinda man is that, leavin his woman stranded and cold” He cooed letting his hands fondle up her skirt, ripping a hole into her stockings, cheekily groping at her backside.

Both of them chuckling as he sat back down onto his chair, bringing her onto his lap, his hands going under the creme knit jumper of his that she chose to put on this morning; feeling her bare breasts as he also hid her bra from her. He hated seeing those wired marks on her back, he could care less if her tits sagged, they were only his to look at anyway. “Can we go to your place already? It’s cold and I still need to finish the damn paper my sociology teacher set me”

“Oh yeah good job tellin your sociology professor that” He grumbled bunching up his sweater just above her chest, exposing her globes to the cool air, the same ones he would spend any amount of time sucking and kissing on. “Anyway what’s this I heard about hip dips? Who told you that?” His fingers massaging deep into her hips, the same hips he loved seeing swaying round his kitchen as she listened to her music, the same hips that rode his cock to the moon and back, the same hips that belong to the most gorgeous girl he swears he’s ever seen. His Y/n’s hips.

“Well am not lyin! I’ve heard so many people tell me to lose ‘em, i’ve tried all the tips but these girls won’t budge. They just make me look bulky” She groaned running her hand back through his hair, his eyes darkening as her body was basically exposed to him. “Baby, these are my love handles, I love holdin’ onto them everytime your sweet pussy is wrapped around my cock, the way the muscles tense and relax with every movement. I don’t give a fuck about proportions either babygirl, at the end of the day it’s all mine to eat and grab at” He growled setting her onto his emptied desk, her fingers automatically undoing his belt and buttons, his trousers being tugged sown to his thick thighs.

“Open up baby, seems I need to remind my girl some of the things i’ve taught her” He gritted his teeth, feeling his cock being engulfed by her warm gummy walls, a familiar feeling for them both, comforting even. “F-fuck daddy, still so big” She whimpered, already feeling like she had been split into two, her older boyfriends cock was no joke.

-Present-

“fuck, ya know these hips were made for me don’t ya?” Ari growled slamming his cock into her wet fuck hole, his shirt unbuttoned as she pawed at his meaty chest and stomach, his lips coming down to pull and tug at her puffy nipples. “Y-Yes sir, o-Oh shit” Y/n moaned feeling him spit onto her face, his hands kneading at her hips, even spanking it lewdly. “What did I read people callin’ these once? Child bearin hips” He whispered licking up between her tits, her hands clawing onto his ass, pushing his hips farther into her; her tongue reaching out for his as her drool covered face mashed up against his in a sealing kiss.

Ari groaning at the feeling of his woman’s cunt clenching around his length, her hips wrapping her legs around his waist, caging him against her body as he continued thrusting in and out of her mercilessly. “Ya like that baby? The thought of your professor knockin you up? Watchin’ you walk around campus all full of my baby? Only we would know our dirty secret” He taunted whispering right against her lips, a string of saliva connecting them as she cried out and had to bite her lip to keep the rest in.

“Yes- Yes I want it all! Fuck just give it to me daddy, need it so bad, warm me up with your cum” She squealed feeling his hand leave her hips to start circling at her precious delicate button, rubbing it raw as he helped her chase her orgasm, his catching up with it. “Whatever my baby wants, she gets” He sighed out, and Y/n swore she saw stars, her toes twinkling closed, his shaft hitting her G-spot repeatedly. Their torsos flattened against each other, her hips slowly gyrating, his seed filling her to the brim, creating a cream like effect to the base of his cock where they connected.

“So what did you think about these hip dips again?” He breathed out resting his forehead against hers, fully taking off her sweater so they could feel each other’s warmth, skin to skin. “You mean my love handles babe” She giggled beaming up at him, despite her face being riddled with sweat and saliva, but Ari was sure he looked the exact same. From then on he swore he would fuck the insecurities out of her, even if it was the last thing he’d do.

“That’s my girl, now come on, let’s go home so I can help you with this ‘stupid sociology essay’ so we can spend the week doing somethin more productive” He joked cleaning her up a bit, even fixing her hair that was now all over the place, “Or something more reproductive” She giggled kicking her legs, already feeling him growing hard against her thigh, she’s got him again.

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PSA: Big beefy Ari is back again🫶🫶🫶🙏

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How Common is Neurodivergence?

[image id: poster of "How Common is Neurodivergence?.” There are 12 circles and five small images: an image of a brain, speech bubbles, an infinity sign, a person reading, and a person surrounded by arrows and balls. Each of the 12 circles has a percentage representing how common a particular form of neurodivergence is written in Open Dyslexic font. Full transcript, more information, and references under the cut.]

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Forms of neurodivergence represented here are focused on neurodevelopmental disorders.

These percentages are representative of percentage in general population and do not reflect percentages within neurotypes which are often higher due to co-occurrence being the norm, rather than the exception, within neurodevelopmental disorders; for example, 33-45% of people with ADHD will also have dyslexia (Butterworth & Kovas, 2013), whereas only 10% of the general population are dyslexic (British Dyslexia Association [BDA], 2023).

Certain neurodivergencies are often underrepresented and under-reported, so the percentages are likely to be higher; for example, one study suggests that rates for FASD in the UK may be as high as 17% (McQuire et al., 2019).

Some of the neurodivergencies represented here are umbrella terms and percentages given are representative of all forms of neurodiversity belonging to that term; for example, SpLds include dyslexia which is at a rate of 10% (BDA, 2023) and dyscalculia which is at 3-7% (Haberstroh & Schulte-Körne., 2019). Tic Disorders at 1% are another example here, as this is inclusive of Tourette Syndrome which is at 0.6%, and around 1 in 5 individuals exhibit tics at some point during childhood (Cavanna et al., 2017).

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1% Intellectual Disability

10% Language Disorder

4% Speech Sound Disorder

5% Stuttering

7.5% Social (Pragmatic) Communication Disorder

1.7% Autism

5% ADHD

10% Specific Learning Disorder (SpLD)

5% Developmental Co-Ordination Disorder (DCD)

3-4% Stereotypic Movement Disorder

1% Tic Disorders

3.6% Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders (FASD)

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Arvidsson, O., Gillberg, C., Lichtenstein, P., & Lundström, S. (2018). Secular changes in the symptom level of clinically diagnosed autism. Journal of Child Psychology and Psychiatry, 59(7), 744–751.

Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). PsychDB. (2022, November 29).

Autism spectrum disorder (ASD). PsychDB. (2022, May 19).

Butterworth, B., & Kovas, Y. (2013). Understanding neurocognitive developmental disorders can improve education for all. Science, 340(6130), 300–305.

Cavanna, A. E., Coffman, K.A., Cowley, H., Fahn, S., Franklin, M. E., Gilbert, D.L., Hershey, T.G., Jankovic, J., Jones, M., Leckman, J.F., Lehman, R., Mathews, C.A., Malaty, I., McNaught, K., Mink, J.W., Okun, M.S., Rowe, J.A., Scahill, L.D., Scharf, J.M., Schlaggar, B.L., Stewart, E., Walkup, J.T., Woods, D.W.. (2017). The spectrum of Tourette Syndrome and TIC disorders: A consensus by Scientific Advisors of the Tourette Association of America. Tourette Association of America.

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Dyspraxia at a glance. Dyspraxia Foundation. (2023).

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May, P. A., Baete, A., Russo, J., Elliott, A. J., Blankenship, J., Kalberg, W. O., Buckley, D., Brooks, M., Hasken, J., Abdul-Rahman, O., Adam, M. P., Robinson, L. K., Manning, M., & Hoyme, H. E. (2014). Prevalence and characteristics of fetal alcohol spectrum disorders. Pediatrics, 134(5), 855–866.

McQuire, C., Mukherjee, R., Hurt, L., Higgins, A., Greene, G., Farewell, D., Kemp, A., & Paranjothy, S. (2019). Screening prevalence of fetal alcohol spectrum disorders in a region of the United Kingdom: A population-based birth-cohort study. Preventive Medicine, 118, 344–351.

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Polanczyk, G. V., Willcutt, E. G., Salum, G. A., Kieling, C., & Rohde, L. A. (2014). ADHD prevalence estimates across three decades: an updated systematic review and meta-regression analysis. International Journal of Epidemiology, 43(2), 434–442.

Polanczyk, G., de Lima, M. S., Horta, B. L., Biederman, J., & Rohde, L. A. (2007). The worldwide prevalence of ADHD: A systematic review and metaregression analysis. American Journal of Psychiatry, 164(6), 942–948.

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UCL. (2013, April 19). Learning disabilities affect up to 10 per cent of children. UCL News.

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cherienymphe · 10 days

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oop nawt that anon using ableist language in their ask 🥴

a lot of people who were groomed will say the same things. that their abuser isn’t creepy, that nothing wrong happened between them, that the relationship was innocent, etc.

and there does not have to be sexual acts for it to be considered grooming.

like for example, the relationship between jojo siwa and c*lleen ballinger is one where grooming occurred but jojo didn’t see it as that. there is no reason for someone who is almost 30 and has a child to be seeking out friendships with an 11 year old.

just like a 31 year old has no business seeking out a friendship with a 14 year old. it doesn’t matter if the relationship was appropriate or not, actively seeking a friendship with a minor is straight up weird.

To this day Priscilla Presley says she wasn't groomed even though the facts of what happened is the textbook definition of grooming with or without her acknowledgment. Doesn't matter if she didn't see it that way, a 24 y/o man pursuing a relationship with a 14 y/o girl is...bad lol. We all know plenty of victims don't and sometimes never will come to terms with what happened to them so idk why anon is taking the word of a teenager so seriously instead of looking at Drake's repeated behavior of being weird with children. It's no different than people going "well Elvis and Priscilla didn't even have sex until she was of age even though she stated they did pretty much everything but when she moved in with him and she says she's not a victim so she's not even though they met when she was 14 and he was 24" like use your brain please

#asks

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sagencelestient · 9 months

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Hairdresser s/o!

Characters: Scaramouche (not Wanderer), and Albedo (Separate)

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: annoying customers (smh)

Scaramouche

You were tired after a long day of work, and it was almost after your shift. It wasn't a great day per-se, there were more difficult customers than usual. Not only this, but a bunch of the staff called in sick, so it was just you and two other co-workers there. Luckily, the day was just about to end. There were only a few more minutes. You really couldn't wait to get back home, and back to your lovely boyfriend, Scaramouche's arms. You felt kind of burnt out right now, and you knew being with him would help you out a lot.

However, your excitement to go home was soon snuffed out, like an extinguished flame, by the sound of the door opening. It was another customer. You and your co-workers' heads turned as they entered, demanding that their hair be styled, cut, and dyed while getting furious after you told them that the shop was just about to close. No matter what you told said customer, they just wouldn't leave.

"Why don't we just play rock paper scissors?" One of your co-workers, named Childe, suggested, "I mean, I really have to go right now, so... we should just let one person take one for the team!"

And of course, you were that person. You sighed, as you start to think of things to say to this difficult customer to make them leave. Unluckily for you, you couldn't think of anything that would convince someone like them.

However, right as you were about to give up and try to push them out the door or something, a familiar man pushed the door open like he owned the establishment.

"Y/n?" he asked, "do you still have clients? The salon was supposed to close 5 minutes ago, you know."

It was Scaramouche, the boyfriend you couldn't wait to get back home to! But why was he here?

"Hm? Scara? Uh, well, this client over here..."

At that point, said client interrupted.

"You said closed?! Well, look here! Someone else that you seem willing to service! My Hoyobook page WILL hear about this, you hear me?!"

"I- uh, ma'am-" you stutter, trying to get her to calm down.

"Uh, ma'am?!" the client basically screamed, "honestly! you can't even form a proper sentence! What does that mean?! Just for this interaction alone, I demand a 30% discount!"

"What y/n means, is that if you don't get out of here, right fucking now, some haircut wouldn't even be a worry of yours very shortly. You can stay around if you'd like to see why, though." Scaramouche threatened, giving the customer a death stare.

"I- Your manager will hear about this!" the customer screamed, before taking off running.

"Oh, um, T- thanks, Scara!" you say, greatly relieved that that person was gone. You look at your savior, your boyfriend. He really did look hot right now.

"Jeez, she couldn't even take a few threats... what a waste of space," muttered Scaramouche under his breath.

"Anyways! Why are you here?" you question, changing the topic. After all, he usually didn't come to visit after work.

"I just wanted to come to see you right after work. You should be thankful, honestly. And don't worry, what I said won't get you fired, not that you even need a job to begin with..." Scaramouche muttered.

"Aww!" you squeal, hearing that and running into his arms, giving him a hug and a few kisses, "you really are so sweet!"

"..."

"Okay then, let's go home!" you cheer. Even just seeing Scaramouche lifted your spirits, and it seemed to do the same for him.

While you two walk home, you joke about how you should also visit him at his workplace sometime. You were obviously not going to do it, as he has explicitly told you that it wasn't that safe, obviously, being in a place where not many like him, and being in a place where pretty much everyone has weapons and such. However, you still did want to visit his office. Maybe someday you could convince him!

After about 10 minutes, you reach your shared house and pop open the door with the key. You then walk over to the couch and collapse onto it.

"Come lay down with me, Scara!" you call out.

He sighed. "Fine, just for a bit though."

He moved onto the couch, and then you moved on top of him, laying on his chest. He really was super cute when he got soft, and you were the only one to see this side of him! It made you feel special. Oh, how lucky you were to have him! You sneak a kiss onto his cheek and lie back down, and soon, fall asleep.

And even though Scaramouche said he would only lie with you for "just a bit", you two ended up falling asleep together on the couch for the rest of the day. In all truth, he didn't fall asleep by accident, he just didn't want to disturb you from your slumber by moving, and ended up falling asleep. But he'd take that secret to the grave.

Albedo

You owned a small hair salon in Mondsdat, and actually, one of the only ones there, which meant you had many customers every day. You loved your job, but it was getting more and more tiring day by day. Not only this, but your salon got a sudden influx in popularity, which meant you didn't really have enough employees to meet everyone's needs. Cutting people's hair, whilst searching for employees, and running the store was really becoming tiring, and you knew you just needed a break. You also knew who else needed one.

"Hey, Bedo!" you say, entering his office.

He looked up, smiling as he saw you. "Yes, y/n?" he asked.

"Weell..." you said, "we're both really busy, right? So I thought we could go on a vacation for a bit! Just me and you! I think we both need it, and we also can get to spend more time together!"

"Oh... well, I suppose a little break wouldn't hurt," Albedo answered, "I just need to tell Jean, and I'll probably be able to go. Do you have anywhere planned?"

"Well," you say, moving to sit on his lap, and giving him a kiss, "not really! We should pick a destination together!"

"Alright then. Let's look for somewhere good after I'm done work, alright?" he asked, holding him in your arms and giving you a kiss back.

"Okay!" you smile, excited about where you were going to go. After all, it wasn't often that you two got much quality time together, and the vacation would be where you could cuddle with him all day and pepper him with kisses. You were already thinking of places you two could go as you walked out of his office. "See you at home, Bedo!"

END!

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Haha, can you tell who the favorite is? Can you? Can you?

-Celestient

(sorry the Albedo part is so short I just... well I have no excuses)

#genshin impact #scaramouche x you #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin x reader #genshin #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo x you #fluff #Celestient

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i-is-surrounded-by-idjits · 5 months

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I love the GoT series, especially for its historical accuracies (I could talk about them for daaaaaays), but I get really annoyed with the age gap debate with ships without taking into account the historical setting (especially Sansa Stark and Sandor Clegane). this has annoyed me to the point where I am writing a book to address the social construct just to tear it down.

In the past noble girls were married early. Not usually as soon as they had their first period (although legal), this was usually delayed until 16-18 years due to negotiations (it was a trade deal). However, most nobles would be married before they turned 20, unless they were undesirable for some reason (this could be appearance, family scandal, illness, physical health, disability, or personality), and they would quickly become known as spinsters - we think of spinsters being unmarried woman past middle age, but in the past, this could be used for an unmarried 25 y/o. Reminder that 'paedophile' refers to the attraction of prepubescent children (by UK law this is under 13).

Women married early for biological reasons; they have a short fertility period (while some men can keep fathering sons for decades; think Walder Frey). From first blood to menopause, a woman had to be married off as quickly as possible to ensure they had the best chance of providing as many children as possible. Menopause is currently between 45-50 yrs (with some biological variation), but in the past, this could be as early as 35 - unclear due to natural variation, but health and hygiene contribute to fertile health and the decline would be noted as the end for many noble women.

Men sometimes married later, usually for education, status, or military reasons. So one could expect a man not to marry until in their 20s (of higher social standing). Commoners skew the statistics, as they would marry at any age, and usually more love-matches (no need for social staus debates and political marriages), however, common men would be expected to have a job in order to provide for a wife and family, and so would sometimes be older, but the

If a man needed a wife, say windowed at 30. Guess what, they'd start at the beginning looking for a teenager. There was no point marrying an older woman (if there were any that were unmarried, that is). Widows were often off the cards if they had children as they would still belong to their dead spouse's family, and the social 'undesirables' would still be undesired by a man seeking their second or third wife. For example, Æthelred the Unready first married Ælfgifu - she was 4 years younger and perfectly normal. She died aged 32. His second wife Emma, was 18 years younger (aged 18 at the time) - a much larger age gap and unseemly by modern standards, but Æthelred would not have married a woman in her 30s whose fertility could decline shortly after marriage simply to marry someone closer to his own age.

Childhood and teenagers are relatively new terms. In the past, they were better defined as prepubescent and of marital age (postpubescent). Meaning you were considered almost adult once you could reproduce. To view historical fiction by modern standards, laws, and norms, is a mistake. One should understand the history to better understand the subject material and fictional writings it has inspired.

The best way to understand this is to understand why marriage was invented: to produce legitimate heirs. This is why infidelity was viewed differently for men and women - a man is unfaithful, it is a distraction and a sin, but bastards have no claim. A woman is unfaithful, this brings into question the legitimacy of her existing children, and she has wasted almost a year providing someone else a child. Not such a big deal now, but childbirth was also dangerous; they could literally die due to an affair... even before the husband found out about it. Therefore, ensuring the bride had enough time to produce children was essential. Bear in mind that during the Middle Ages, one could get an annulment for infertility in many countries (and still can) - as this is a breach of the marriage contract.

P.S. - This is historical thinking. I am pro same-sex marriage and believe this should have been legalised when marriage changed the definition to a declaration of love (circa 18th century)... but that's a religious debate for another time.

Back to the topic; Sansa Stark would not see age as an issue really. Although she hoped for a love match (and thus naturally inclined to someone near her own age), socially, she would see nothing wrong with Sandor Clegane based on age. Clegane would have had issues with any attraction until she reached 'adulthood' (before her first period) as this would have been considered immoral, however, once deemed an adult, this no longer poses an issue legally. Lysa was 21 years younger than Jon when they married - she protested this based on age, but realistically she only protested as she had hoped to marry Petyr.

#sansan #sansa stark #sandor clegane #GoT #Game of Thrones #historical accuracy #GRRM #ships

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eideticmemory · 5 months

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You say you believe that stuff from that recent Reddit thread but only because he’s a man and it’s what men do. So basically you’re just grouping him in the exact same category as other men? That’s no different than men grouping all women in the same category and not all of them are the same. That’s not really a fair thing to do, don’t you agree? So just because a lot of men are like that, it doesn’t mean ALL men are like that. Maybe you don’t know any decent men but they do exist. So it’s not fair to say he’s like that just because he’s a man and that’s it.

no i don’t agree, i think it is fair. men judge women based on patriarchal brain rot, women judge men bc we live through their actions and abuse like be fr. a lot of fans tend to forget that matthew is just a regular, living, breathing man just bc of the side we see of him. they forget that he is a man who is capable of doing the nasty Things that men do and so they defend him profusely when things like this come up and i think it’s strange. and to specify, i believe all these things bc he has had multiple stories leak abt how he treated his exes (who were 10+ years younger than him), he’s 43, unmarried, no kids, no past serious relationships and he only posts pics with his mom. like i said i love him! but SOMETHING’S gotta be wrong with him. maybe it’s the child of divorce thing or the raised in the mormon desert thing but i’m sure neither of those help. i’m not gonna ignore those red flags just bc i’m a fan. no one’s gonna make me question joanie or megan or ali bc they were all 21 so my first thought is what the hell did the 30+ y/o man do in the situation? why are all of these young girls walking away hurt and we defend him to our last breath? nah not me! girl’s girl for life actually.

#like u said PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME 😭 bye #baby i am a MISANDRIST idc #answered

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NIPPLE PIERCING | BAJI KEISUKE

summary: you are an owner of a tattoo + piercing shop and a pretty boy books an appointment to get both. Reblogs are appreciated~

content warning: piercings and tattoo's, dom reader , pretty boy, semi-public, baji , i know nothing abt tattoo shops, I wrote this at 1:07 in the morning, reader is referred to master,{y/n}-

minors do not read! if you do you will be tainted ig? >:(

Working as a tattoo artist is not as easy as it seems. Sure, it lets your imagination run wild but the constant fear of disappointing your customers and ruining a tattoo is always there.

It's been a long ass day for you and you can't wait to skedaddle the fuck outa the shop, but God was remembering all the bad things you've done like come on man! Burning a child molester's house down with him in it is not a sin!

The sound of the bell in the shop chiming indicated that someone has entered the shop.

'I really need to change the closing time to 30 minutes earlier so they don't come in one minute before the closing time.'

Miss girl was done with life.

One thing great about being a female tattoo and piercing artist was that girls aren't afraid or that shy with you. That's why you more successful than yo big bro ;).

Sure you've had a couple o crushes and minor flings here and there but nothing was serious the other party knew this was not going to escalate more than a make out and neither did they disagree with that.

But boy was your last customer hot. He was panting with glossy sweat trickling down to his neck rose red tongue slightly sticking out and silky black hair looking like he just modeled for a Sunsilk ad. He has some good fashion sense too, with a midnight black choker with multiple silver chains attached to it , amber see-through shirt and lose marine blue jeans.

' Thank god I haven't closed yet! If i did i would have missed this amazing opportunity!'

" hey! What can i do for you?" You said in a slightly raspy and tired voice. And god, was that shit hot.

"Thank god Im not late....." The pretty boy muttered.

"Hey! I was thinking if you're not running late for anything and if you can..... May i get a tattoo and piercing please?"

"Where do you want to get it and do you have a picture of what you want to get?"

" I went it on my chest and the piercing i wantitonmynipple " his words were fumbled and you can't exactly understand them

" honey im gonna need you to speak a little slower on the piercing part"

" I want piercing on ...... my ..ni- nipples" Finally he got the clogged up words out of his mouth but he feels pretty embarrassed about having to say that in front of a lady that is so pretty godly amazing eye-catching magnificent wonderful blessed seggs- ok i'll stop >:).

" OHHH you wanna nip piercinmg? Don't worry hon i've done piercing on a few girls before but not on a guy that's a handsome as you~"

He was ready to bomb himself for the embarrassment but the praise sent blood gushing to his cheeks and especially t his dick-

"Come'on hun gotta lay down... unless you want it standing up"

You tried easing the stranger which you found out his name is keisuke. A hot name for a hot stranger-

the tattoo was easy a feathery arrow with a small pair of chopsticks acting as it's bow.

You deid to innturupt the silence.

" yu know? Funny how a few hours ago a blondie asked for the same tattoo as you. You know em' ?"

"Did he have an undercut and greenish blueish eyes?"

"so you do know him..... a tat for best friends?"

"yeah........BUT IT WAS A DARE"

Keisuke looked like he is pretty embarrassed about getting the tattoo but you find it adorable how eyes darting from left to right wanting to meet anything but yours, the tip of his ears are dusted with a coat of rosy pink.

'if his ears and neck are such a beautifully flushed shade of pink i wonder how flushed his dic- Y/N STOP BEGONE HORNY THOUGHTS'

Stuck in your........ interesting thought process, you couldn't hear baji calling you.

"-Y- EY- HEY? Miss tattoo artist? I've been calling you quite afew times..... are you okay? And you've already finished my tattoo...."

oh. i'm done with his tattoo? since when?

Oh. OH- it's time for the piercing-

I know that I've done this a shit ton of times but gah damn I feel like a train wreck.

A speck of flush sprinkled on his cheeks 😏 as he slowly almost as he was teasing you pulled his shirt off.

OH MA LAWDY LAWD IS THIS MAN 🙏 so damn fineeeee😫😫😫 meaty arms that flex unconsciously as he moves to cover himself pecs that look like real boobies #stanmanboobies.

"s-stop starina-hh"

it's as if your hands had a mind of theyre own. Moving the pads of your fingers around his cotton pink nipples. Steadily swirling them to the background music of the shop. "take it slow put it down on me" and indeed you took it slow just like the lyrics had said.

You ripped of your shirt which now left you with only a sports bra, and climbed on top of the pretty boy. Ploddingly grinding on his rampant crotch you took the tie that was ripped off with the shirt and tied his wrist together.

"M-mas-ter-r sto-p teasiNG"

Master. Master was all he said and only that was needed to makeyou loose all self control.

"you're so sensitive baby~" the tiredness in your voice vanishing instantly and getting replaced with a mischievous tone.

"master please please please PLeASe"

"please what baby i don't know what you're saying" you almost started feeling bad as you know you were being a little mean but KEY WORD: ALMOST.

"ma-master..." keisuke looked ashamed of saying it out loud but you weren't gonna move unless he says it. #airforceenergy #periot

Keisuke looked into your eyes clearly flustered but says it anyways.

"master please ride my dick suck it DO WHATEVER. JUST PLEase use me...." voice gradually shrinking, he pleaded with the last braincell he had.

#wazabii #baji keisuke #tounge piercing #sub baji #tokrev x dom!reader #sub tokyo revengers #sub tokrev #baheehee #sub keisuke #like #c #omment #repost

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wait okay. instead of going to sleep like a normal person. here's how I'd change the ages in bsd (for those that have a canon age), bc no one looks their age/it makes the timeline feel weird, i wanna let at least some major past events breathe a little between one another. possibly controversial takes ahead:

atsushi: i like that he's 18 actually. he looks and feels 16 but no yeah 18 works better. I'd say 20-21 would be nice but that'd reallyyyy throw his backstory's timing off unfortunately

dazai: 25

kunikida: around 27-28

ranpo: 28 also, maybe even 29 (his whole thing is that he looks young for his age anyway)

yosano: 28 as well

tanizaki: like. he does look 18. but also 16 and 21 at the same time. i like him as a bit older than atsushi so let's say 19-20, and naomi as well while we're at it

kenji: why is he 14. it's not that he doesn't look 14 it's that i simply did not expect a child to be the muscle in a detective agency. so please make him like at least 16 which is only just slightly better tbh

kyouka: yeah 14 is chill in her case imo. makes her more tragic 👍

katai: 27-29ish as well

fukuzawa: at least in his 50s. maybe 55ish, or even more. he def looks like it and it fits more with having a son in his 20s

akutagawa: i do want him to be older. but making his age gap with atsushi bigger is weird. so keeping him as a 20 y/o it is, maybe 21 at most

chuuya: 25

kouyou: 30s. early 40s even. she is already so milf coded. finding out she's 26 in canon was straight up offensive i swear. come on.

higuchi: 21

tachihara: 22 or 23 maybe? (the hunting dogs don't have canon ages but i like jouno and tecchou as 26ish so that way he's still like the baby of the group)

hirotsu: how is that man 50. make him 65 at least. jfc. the whole point is he's been with the mafia a long time. ik they keep recruiting teenagers for some reason but give me a break. my dad is pushing 70 and looks younger than him

q: actually my issue with them isn't that they don't look their age (tho they do look a bit younger ig) but that timeline wise?? they're so weird?? why did the mafia have a 6 y/o on deck that's just inconvenient for all parties involved. like i can excuse kyouka at 11ish but come ON. at least make them 10 in fifteen. or just bring them in later bc i just realized the timeline doesn't line up with the dazai and chuuya changes otherwise. man idk

odasaku: girl that man was NOT 23 when he died he should've been like at least 27 then

mori: late 40s or early 50s. keep the few years gap from fukuzawa maybe but he should still be older

ango: 29ish in the current timeline. or even 32. idk why but that number feels right.

francis: 45 at least. how is a 32 y/o man supposed to have a daughter old enough to study abroad...

poe: 29

melville: actually he is the only one aged correctly in this entire manga. bestie 🔥🔥🔥🔥

steinbeck: 24. maybe even older

lucy: 20-21ish. same issue as akutagawa really

louisa: 25 at least please 🙏

nathaniel: 34 maybe.

margaret: also early 30s. how the fuck is she 20. like kouyou this is straight up insulting 😭

mark: ageless for he is the spirit of youth and joy (yeah 22 is chill for him actually. he's like the taylor swift song. he'd love that)

mushitaro: tbh I'd make him more around 29 or even older than 30. like he would be a believable 35 y/o to me if needed.

nikolai: actually him being 26 is chill too. tho i wouldn't mind making him around 28-29ish too since i already aged up most 26 y/os so may as well go all the way.

shibusawa: yeah he can stay 29 too idm. i actually didn't know he had a canon age until now. cool!

i think that's everyone who has a canon age (excluding lns bc i haven't gotten to them yet)? aside from sigma maybe but his age is more of a plot device than a fun fact. and fukuchi is implied to be the same age as fukuzawa so, yeah just make them the same in this case too.

i did mess up the timeline myself with this. so lemme clear it up:

The War and the whole thing with mori and yosano still happened when she was 11, so 17 years before canon. that means mori was still in his 20s back then, no big change

untold origins still happened when ranpo was in his teens, honestly we can keep it 14, so 14 years ago, meaning fukuzawa was in his late 30 or early 40s. again not too big of a change I'd say

fifteen happens when. well. dazai and chuuya are 15. ten years ago. i don't want q there get them out of my sight (for now) let them be a kid for a bit!!!!! but yeah like in canon that means the previous boss's murder was a year before, 11 years ago. also while we're at it, stormbringer is also the same aka a year after 15

now this is where we shake things up just a bit. rather than occuring when dazai is 18, i think we can push the dark era to when he's 20 and still maintain the whole childlike thing he has going on there, it's not that big of a difference imo.

that means, 5 years before canon instead of 4, making akutagawa 15 back then, and ango 27 like odasaku.

also yeah q comes in at some point in the middle between those^ I'd say close to dark era than fifteen.

originally i wanted to make skk 26 but this started stretching things even more. bc now we gotta figure out how long dazai spent in hiding. and ig we can keep it 2 years and just make it so his entrance exam was 3 years before canon. again imo not that big of a stretch 🤔

idk why i said this changes the timeline a lot i think this is p simple. also lets ppl stew in their situation for just a bit longer which i like more.

thank you for reading. you are very brave and strong for pulling through. feel free to disagree with my takes but just be nice about it please. I'm also open to hearing other takes if you have any that i didn't consider 🫡 but again just be nice okay?? 🥹

#long post #no read more button. dance #okay NOW i should go to sleep lol I've been typing this for like an hour 😐#dan rambles #not an analysis but still a long post written by me therefore it belongs in that tag.

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keef-a-corn · 1 year

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Dat’s right, People, it’s time for ‘Keef watches TFP and you just get the notes!’

This is for season 1, episode 13: Sick Mind.

(OH HELL YES!)

I write down the timestamps, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly off.

ALSO! I try my best to note points for every character, but tend to get a little caught up by Bee (although I think I do a pretty good job with the notes regardless) so do be warned.

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:07 - that’s amazing and so useful.

00:11 - hehe penetrate. + the kid’s faces look so funny.

00:12 - Bee’s looking at the roof. His gaze is too high for him to be(e) looking at the same thing everyone else is.

00:24 - honestly I really like the way that line was delivered. Just makes it sound like Ratchet’s hypothesis was created on the spot.

00:25 - I just think it’s silly how they’re all just standing like that.

00:30 - Arcee and Bee are in sync and I love it.

00:38 - Suspense, my beloved!

00:44 - didn’t even think twice about bringing his husband, huh?

00:51 - I don’t think he brought his medical ki- LOOK AT THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE.

00:57 - holy shivers.. the visual is so beautiful and yet so dark.

01:07 - ‘lemme get us in first’ proceeds to make door.

01:12 - it’s at this point that it’s weird Ratchet doesn’t have a battle mask. Maybe he doesn’t need it. But I think he still would.

01:17 - Optimus checks to make sure Ratchet’s okay. Y e s .

01:31 - h o l y . Imagine seeing that!

01:34 - I was going to point out that they’re all the same model, then I saw the veins and the eye sockets and started crying.

01:48 - Ratchet touches da Booba.

02:01 - why was that bot fastened up there?!

02:04 - It’s confirmed by this- if Optimus was to be bot in an apocalypse, he would let the group know. Also a slight detail I like is that Optimus goes to touch his eye, but doesn’t, knowing he’ll probably make it worse.

~intro~

02:58 - everyone else staying very fair away

02:59 - Cybonic Plague like bubonic plague.

03:00 - why did they both look at Bee?

03:12 - if you ever get stressed, I recommend just watching Bee. The way his eyes wander away from the children is adorable.

03:20 - Goddamn. Amazing how he wasn’t infected.

03:31 - HE SOUNDS LIKE A WORRIED HUSBAND.

03:40 - this is what we call foreshadowing

04:08 - That’s it. Smaller bots do cool ass gymnastics tricks when they feel stressed out. That’s my new hc.

04:16 - KnockoutKnockoutKnocko-

04:22 - he knows they’re there. He just doesn’t want to deal with Autobots.

04:24 - yes, I know Arcee’s there.. but where did Bee hide?? Like he’s yellow, he doesn’t have any hiding spots.

04:41 - Optimus is literally dying and is concerned Ratchet was infected!

05:22 - Bee’s little nod when Arcee says ‘it’s Megatron’

06:01 - She said the title!

06:32 - that was a humbling ‘no’

06:53 - The intensity of this scene is so well portrayed.

07:06 - with confidence I know Bee said ‘I’ll do it.’

07:09 - The way Raf’s voice breaks when he said ‘Bumblebee’

07:13 - shut up! This team is so supportive! It could make a grown man cry.

07:29 - Well that was rude.

08:38 - Dunno what’s going on with these two, but they should kiss.

09:08 - Arcee bending down to Bee’s level like she’s talking to a child.

09:23 - pretty visual

09:54 - delicious, more lore.

10:18 - BEE GETTING SO EXCITED TO SEE OPTIMUS!

10:20 - Ratchet having to tell Bee it’s not Optimus after he was about to go hug him.

10:34 - Bee hiding behind fake Optimus

10:38 - ‘One Shall Stand and One Shall Fall’ foreshadowing.

10:53 - it’s the intro!

10:59 - noo he genuinely got upset

11:09 - the little door wing bounce. ⭐️👄⭐️

11:13 - what the fu-

11:24 - Real or fake, Bee will protecc Optimus.

11:33 - amazing how Megatron will sooner remember Bee by his rank than by literally anything else. (It shows that he thinks he’s superior to Bee)

11:50 - let’s all agree Bee absolutely said ‘W h a t ?.’

Also the tilt! He’s like a little Puppy!

11:51 - Megatron’s initial reaction is a mix of shock and horror. It’s short lived, but it’s there.

12:06 - Hehe I love how Ratchet pronounces ‘Bumblebee’

12:10 - The height difference! OH DEAR THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE.

12:27 - ‘what are you?’ ‘M E G A T R O N’

12:29 - They look like father and son rn

12:38 - Ordinarily a logical theory as to why clones showing up would not be good is because they would be a road block to the protagonist. In this situation, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume that the primary reason as to why the clones showing up would not be good is because no one wants to watch Bulk, Bee and Optimus die.

12:42 - Why is Megatron so casual about Bumblebee now? Like he looks Bee in the eyes when Bee says something.

12:46 - What?. Megatron gave Bee a moment to try and communicate with the imaginations.

13:00 - excuse me but what the fuck? WHY IS MEGATRON EXPLAINING IT TO BEE??

14:44 - this is such a serious situation… then there’s ‘Bumblebee’, such a cute and silly word.

15:07 - you’re telling me that Megatron looked so deeply into Bee’s eyes that HE REMEMBERED WHAT HAPPENED?!

15:32 - ya know.. he’s addressing Bee and is talking very calmly.. who is this because it ain’t Megatron.

15:35 - e v e n more calm?!

15:43 - the way Bee’s eyes move!!

16:33 - Megs ain’t even humouring Bee anymore. What the actual frag? If someone wanted to use sick mind as a reason why Megatron and Bumblebee could have a relationship (not love, more friendship or caretaker-) I would be 100% on board.

16:48 - What can we infer from this situation? That Bumblebee is not showing nearly as much fear and is most likely being a little snarky? Absolutely!

17:12 - a bit rude to say ‘speak now’ huh?.

17:20 - shooting Starscream would do no good, he’s already got his hand on the cord, if he’s his he’s going to accidentally pull it out. She’d be better off aiming at Soundwave.

17:51 - Okay, honestly got no clue what Bee could’ve said.

17:54 - I paused the show and it honestly looks like Megatron’s going in for a fist-bump.

17:56 - Bee looks at the formula, then at Megatron.

18:04 - ‘what the?’ Fight me. That’s what he said.

18:05 - Megatron honestly sounds like a parent doing a temptation test on their child.

18:07 - ‘what?’

18:48 - Ratchet became more animated in this moment.

18:53 - Why is the place being destroyed? Is that this risk of the C.P.P.?

19:04 - technically he didn’t.

19:08 - Megatron sounds kinda desperate at this moment. It makes sense considering that his mind is essentially breaking down around him.

19:30 - Amazing aim

19:49 - fun fact, I actually used this photo as a reference for Soundwave’s side profile.

20:13 - there’s something so sweet about Optimus immediately putting his hand over Ratchet as support. + the gentleness of Ratchet’s voice.

20:18 - Bee gotta cheer rather than just clap… Now if you look at Raf, you realise Bee’s just copying him.

20:25 - as soon as Ratchet heard ‘physician’ he gestured at Bee.

20:27 - THEY LOOK LIKE PROUD PARENTS

20:59 - (inference) the only reason that Soundwave had to keep Megatron alive was because there was brain activity, so wouldn’t now be a good time to tell Soundwave it would be best to give up on Megatron?

21:02 - The BOOOOW

21:06 - Bee jolts slightly and his eyes dilate, how did no one notice that?

———————

And that was Sick Mind!

Honestly I enjoy that episode a lot! And watching it right after predatory makes the episode even better!

The episode fleshes/metals (I’m so funny) out a lot of the characters and the impact Optimus has on their lives and how far some may go, especially Bumblebee. I also think that the episode does some justice for Megatron, showing that he's not pure evil and will listen to reasoning, and there’s a progress between him and Bee where he gradually shows Bee more respect, although the dynamic was short lived, it was still very refreshing.

The episode also sets up that Bee is really good with communication (despite the barrier) and persuasion, using what he knew about Megatron to get the cure.

Genuinely a great episode 10/10.

#tfp #tfp bumblebee #tfp optimus prime #tfp knockout #tfp soundwave #tfp raf #tfp ratchet #tfp arcee #tfp jack #tfp miko #tfp starscream #tfp megatron #tfp bulkhead #episode 13 #Sick Mind #tfp episode notes #maccadam #transformers #transformers prime

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chosos-mascara · 2 years

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｡˚۰˚☽ K I N K T O B E R D A Y 7 ☽˚۰˚｡

Make Me - Toji Fushiguro

cw: hate sex, some name calling

You didn't know sparring with Toji could actually be fun.

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Toji Fushiguro. You hadn't known much about him personally, only that he had a very cold personality; closed off from everyone around him. You had been part of his clan, frequently having to endure his self-centered antics and borderline hormonal outbursts. He'd acted like a teenager despite being in his 30s. You'd even heard of a child he'd had, and left. The male wasn't too fond of you either - you'd been one of the few people who'd had no respect for him (even though he'd done nothing to earn it).

Your leader had sent a considerable amount of your clan on separate missions, Toji and yourself being left to train together over the next few days - despite both of your protests. It was 8am, and the two of you met in the courtyard, his usual brewing expression painted over his face - just like a teenage boy.

Without speaking, you'd both taken your positions; left foot forward, wielding a cursed weapon within your right hand. The usual cocky smirk formed as he lunged forward, assuming his advantage due to your height difference. You hadn't sparred with him too often, but you'd recognized a few of his movements, and calculated counter attacks.

You rolled your eyes. "Well, in the real world, my opponent would have killed me by now." You retorted, annoyed you'd had to converse with him at all today. He shook his head at you, awaiting any kind of movement from you. But, you'd been stubborn, and weren't giving him the satisfaction of dominating you once again. You'd have to wait it out, leaving once he would just stand.

The two of you continued on for a while before he'd managed to get on top of you, knife to your throat, shit eating grin as he'd known his victory. You tapped out, through gritted teeth. But, he didn't get off you.

"Toji, get off." You sighed, the weight of his body on yours. He didn't move, though.

"Make me, bitch." He laughed. "In the real world you wouldn't be able to tap out, so learn your way out of it." His voice was low, vibrations from his chest moving to yours.

One swift movement of your underwear, and his fingers were instead gripping at your bare cunt. Your eyebrows raised, your body wriggling to fight against his hand, but he moved with you, finger grinding on your clit. Another gasp left your lips as he smiled, watching your flustered and shocked expression as he toyed with you, harshly sticking a finger inside, collecting the wetness you'd been leaking. You'd hated every part of your body that had reacted to the contact he'd given you, but you couldn't help being a little turned on by a large, attractive man pressed up against you.

A minute passed, Toji's face over yours, his legs and arms caging you in.

"Toji, I won't ask again. Get up." You spat, glaring at him. You felt his arm move, and you felt a little relief as you'd expected he'd be getting up any second, allowing your freedom. You got ready to get up, shot some profanities at him, and leave. But, you felt the hand he'd lifted from the dirt beneath you trail down your body, stopping at the skirt you'd worn. He shifted to allow his hand into your waistband, groping you. You gasped at the contact, moving your arm to grab his shoulder, pushing him back. As your hand struggled to push him away, you'd felt his hardened bicep. It was large, and toned. Under any other circumstance you'd probably feel attracted to the muscle gracing your touch, but you were way too annoyed with the Fushiguro to actually appreciate his body.

Toji's fingers move from inside of you to rub circles around your clit, and you attempt to wriggle out of his grip once more, but with the strength he held, it was futile.

"T-toji." You moan his name, causing his dick to twitch. The way his name tumbled from your lips within noises of pleasure was like music to his ears.

"Come on, baby." He whispered, smiling wide. His lips moved to connect with your cheek.

"Toji, stop." You whined, pushing forward harshly, causing him to loosen his grip on you. You rolled out from beneath him, standing and adjusting your uniform, trying to contain the lust radiating through you. You'd just have to go back to your room and ride out your orgasm on your pillow - you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cum.

Toji chased after your quick footsteps from the courtyard, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to face him. You hadn't been this close to him often, meaning you'd not noticed the features he'd had; his strong jawline, insanely defined physique, or the way his black hair fell to his ears. There'd even been a scar at the corner of his mouth you'd failed to notice previously.

"Tell me you don't want me, and I'll leave you alone." He said, fingers still tightly wrapped around your wrist, awaiting your response.

"I don't want you." You replied, pulling your arm. Toji shook his head, neglecting the offer he'd just made.

"You loved how my fingers felt on you." He stated, watching over your facial expression to monitor any sort of change in body language. You stood tall, refusing to allow him dominance.

He kissed your cheek, trailing down to your neck, leaving a mark beneath your ear, another just before your collarbone. You closed your eyes, giving in to the feeling of his mouth sucking at your skin, free hand moving to hold his bicep. He'd always worn a short-sleeved, black t-shirt that gripped to his skin, exhibiting the assets he'd worked hard to have. He laughed against your skin, letting go of your wrist, instead cupping your ass as his mouth moved to yours, kissing you passionately.

"I hate you, Toji. You're so self centered. You're a teenage boy in a man's body - it's insanely unattractive," You ranted, sourness coating the words you sputtered. "It's pathetic." You finished, almost breathless from the rage building within you. Toji didn't give you the space you'd needed to cool down, instead pulling on your extended arm, yanking you to close the gap between you as he brought his lips to your ear.

"Keep going, darling." He was clearly angered by your words, but in some morbid way, it turned him on. He wanted to hear all about how much you thought about him, even if it was all negative.

You hated that you were enjoying this, giving into him. But knowing he was attracted to you when you'd despised him was an insane power trip for you, even if it had only been a sexual attraction.

Toji pushed you back, your back hitting the wall of the house. You hadn't realised how close you'd been to escaping his games, almost able to reside within the home. You'd known he wouldn't pursue anything inside, with the fear of being overheard. Toji pulled the shorts you'd worn under the uniform skirt, pulling them off before gripping each of your thighs and lifting you, pressing your back against the wall. The new position had made your head reach the same height as his.

Toji didn't hesitate, using a hand to line his dick up with your cunt, slipping in. You watched as his eyes fluttered, pleasure written over his face as he felt your walls wrap against his cock, inviting him in. It didn't take long for him to pick up a pace, pinning you against the wall, milking his cock on your tight pussy. You moaned for him as he used you, letting him make gropes at your unbuttoned blouse, scratching at your skin to cup a breast while still holding you up with the other arm.

"Fuck, so tight on m' cock." Toji whispered, his eyes drowzy from the way your pussy hugged him. He thrusted in deeper, hitting against your cervix, causing you to wriggle a little from the discomfort, bringing you out of your haze. Toji smiled at your shocked expression, glaring into your eyes as he continued to borrow himself as deep as he could.

He smiled breathlessly as you squirmed against him, eventually reattaching his lips to your neck.

"D-don't leave marks." You stuttered between your own ragged breaths, but Toji ignored your protest, continuing to suck at your skin, drunk on your cunt.

"Why, don't want anyone to know you fucked me?" Toji's words were muffled against your neck. You gripped his shoulders, shaking your head. His breath was warm against your skin as he chuckled, basking in the defiance of his actions.

"Of course not, Toj'." The reply was quiet, but he'd chuckled as the words left your lips, the unintentional shortening of his name would inevitably cause him to make fun of you later.

"Giving me nicknames now, are we?" You felt him smile on your skin, dragging his lips up from the nape of your neck to your ear.

"Don't g-get used to it." Your attempts to be bratty weren't your best, stuttering on words as you'd tried to hold back moans. His muscles flexed against your hands as he held you up, each slam into you knocking breath from your lips.

He became more sporadic as he grew closer to climax, sloppily planting kisses and biting at your neck.

"Not inside." You'd managed to instruct him, and a few moments later he pulled his cock from you, dropping a hand to pump at himself, lubricated in your arousal. His hips bucked, sigh leaving his lips as he came, the white ropes landing over your stomach.

#toji x y/n #toji smut #toji fushiguro #kinktober #anime smut #jjk #jjk smut #jjk men smut

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