#and it means that while we are Friendly we are not Friends

[prettygirl-gabi]

Red Looks Good on You

Pairing: Georgia Amoore x Singer!reader (feat. Paige Bueckers & Azzi Fudd)

Fandom: WNBA-Washington Mystics

Summary: A jersey swap that turns into something more….

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @let-zizi-yap , @latenighttalkinqwp , @fairyblossomsav

If someone had told me back when I was stress-crying over finals at UConn that I’d one day be court-side at a WNBA game in a Paige Bueckers jersey, next to Azzi Fudd and her dad—while catching actual butterflies over a maybe-crush on Georgia freaking Amoore—I probably would’ve said they were delusional.

And yet, there I was. Right in the middle of it.

“Rock, paper, scissors…shoot!”

“Ugh!” I groaned, throwing down scissors for the third time in a row. Paige smirked, smug as ever.

“That’s three Ls in a row, Y/N. My jersey it is,” she grinned, tossing me her navy Dallas Wings jersey like she was handing me a win when really, I’d just walked straight into her trap.

“You’re so manipulative,” I muttered, tugging the jersey over my oversized tee.

“You’re the one who kept picking scissors. Rookie mistake.”

Azzi cackled from the doorway of the hotel room, already scrolling through her camera roll. “I got that last round on video. You look like a loser, bestie.”

“You’re my friend. You’re supposed to lie to me.”

She just snorted. “Yeah, but Paige is my girlfriend, so loyalty has levels.”

I rolled my eyes but grinned anyway.

Game day.

We arrived early, just as warmups started. The arena was buzzing—music blasting, kids bouncing in the aisles, players locked in their rhythms on the court. Azzi’s dad, Tim, handed me a bottle of water as we settled into our court-side seats.

“She still wearing your jersey?” he asked Azzi, nodding to me.

“She lost a bet,” Azzi said without looking up from her phone. “Paige is annoying.”

“She’s right there,” I whispered, nodding toward Paige and Arike who were warming up directly in front of us.

“Oh, I know,” Azzi said, casually flipping her phone toward me. She had Paige’s contact pulled up and was typing a text that read: She looks better in your jersey than you do, just saying 😇

“You’re chaos,” I whispered.

“I contain multitudes,” Azzi replied, smirking.

Then we heard someone behind us say, “Oh look, Georgia’s coming this way.”

My heart did a full gymnastics routine in my chest.

I looked up—and there she was.

Georgia Amoore.

Hair slicked into a messy but neat bun, crop top clinging to her like it was made for her alone, and her jersey in hand.

Literally in her hand.

My name caught in my throat.

Azzi noticed my silence and glanced up too.

“Y/N,” she said, elbowing me lightly. “Try not to melt.”

“I’m not melting,” I whispered.

“You’re steaming, sweetheart.”

Georgia reached us with a casual smile and a soft “Hey.”

Her eyes flicked to me, lingering for a second longer than what was considered friendly, then shifted to Azzi.

“Hey,” Azzi said, sitting up straighter. “Warmups going okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Georgia nodded, looking at the jersey in her hands like she suddenly wasn’t sure what to do with it. “I was just, uh—gonna give this to someone. But looks like I got beat to it.”

She gestured toward me in Paige’s jersey.

“Ohhh,” Azzi teased lightly, eyes dancing between us. “We had a rock-paper-scissors match. Paige won.”

Georgia chuckled. “Tough loss.”

Then, with a little shrug, she turned and handed the red Mystics jersey—her own jersey—to Azzi.

“I guess you’ll wear it better anyway,” she said with a playful smirk.

Azzi blinked. “I mean…if you insist.”

And just like that, she slid it on over her crop top, much to Paige’s immediate disapproval. From directly in front of us, Paige stared with an open-mouthed glare.

“Really?” Paige mouthed, mid-free throw warmup.

Azzi shrugged exaggeratedly. “What? Y/N has yours!”

“She’s baiting her so bad,” I whispered to Tim, who just laughed.

Halftime.

“Text from Paige,” Azzi announced, snickering as she flashed her phone. “She said, and I quote, ‘Take. It. Off. Now.’”

“What’d you say back?”

“I sent her a selfie,” Azzi grinned, scrolling to show me a picture she’d just snapped. In it, she was dramatically pouting while wearing Georgia’s red number 8. “Caption: Not until you say please.”

“You are sick.”

“Not as sick as you, apparently,” she said, turning toward me. “You’ve been lowkey staring at Georgia this whole game.”

“No, I haven’t!”

“Y/N. You literally asked me how to say ‘what’s up’ in Australian slang before the game.”

“…Okay, yeah, I did.”

She leaned toward me during a break in the music, voice dropping slightly.

“So…does it smell like her?”

I blinked. “What?”

“The jersey,” she laughed. “You asked earlier.”

“I said that as a joke!” I covered my face. “Ugh, that’s so weird to say out loud.”

“I think it smells like cherry chapstick and intimidation,” Azzi said matter-of-factly, inhaling a little.

I gave her a horrified look.

“Wanna smell it?”

“No! Azzi!”

She burst out laughing and then got a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You wanna wear it for the second half?”

“Wait, are we swapping jerseys?” I asked.

She grinned. “Let’s make Paige mad.”

We had one minute before the second half started.

I yanked Paige’s jersey off and handed it over, exchanging it for Georgia’s red Mystics one.

It was still warm from Azzi’s body, a little oversized, and smelled vaguely like citrus and sport detergent.

“Okay, I get it,” I admitted.

Azzi smirked. “Right?”

She sent one last picture to Paige—me now in Georgia’s jersey, her in Paige’s—and captioned it: Plot twist 💅

After the game, the crowd was electric, buzzing out of the arena like bees.

Paige gave us both the stink eye before disappearing into the tunnel, and Azzi just blew her a kiss and skipped off to meet her dad.

I hung back, still clutching a Sharpie I never used because I chickened out getting Georgia’s autograph earlier.

Then I heard it: “Hey, red looks really good on you.”

I turned.

Georgia.

Again.

Close now. Up close enough that I could see the freckles on her cheeks and the light flush behind her ears.

“Really?” I asked, smiling.

She nodded. “Yeah. Plus, I’ve never seen anyone wear the number 8 so well besides myself.”

I laughed, heart skipping.

“I was actually about to give this back to you,” I said, gently tugging at the hem.

She reached out, stopping me with a soft hand to my wrist.

“Keep it,” she said. “You wear it better anyway.”

I looked at her, surprised.

“You sure?”

“Positive,” she smiled. “Just…wear it somewhere cool.”

About two weeks later I had a show in Boston

I stepped onto the stage, mic in hand, lights low. My band behind me started playing something slow, sultry, unreleased.

The crowd hushed as the beat dropped.

I wore Georgia’s jersey as a dress—belted at the waist, paired with red boots. The number 8 was bold on my back, almost daring.

“This one’s unreleased,” I said into the mic. “I wrote it about a certain someone I maybe…kinda have a crush on.”

The crowd screamed.

Later That Night at a cozy diner in Boston.

We sat across from each other in a booth, milkshakes in hand, fries between us. Georgia wore a hoodie over her head, and I was still wearing her jersey.

“People are gonna start connecting dots,” I said, sipping my shake.

“Let ‘em,” she said, shrugging.

I smiled softly.

Then she pulled out her phone, snapped a blurry picture of our hands locked together, and posted it on her Instagram story.

Caption: On a date. Kinda nervous ❤️@y/n.officially

It took about five seconds before I reposted it with my own caption:

“Me too 😳❤️”

And just like that, the internet went insane.

But me?

I was calm for once.

Because red really did look good on me—especially when it came from someone who made me feel seen.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[alicethenobody]

I think maybe one of the reasons Dante is so often misunderstood as a character is because he’s never written in just one specific way. I fee like different eras of the franchise have him act in different ways depending on where he is in his life.

In 3 he is often described as “A younger Dante who lacks the maturity DMC1 Dante had.” As he’s kind of a dick early on and doesn’t really care about much happening besides his beef with Vergil. That is until he gets his character development, of course. Dante’s Awakening has a double meaning because he awoke to his DT and awoke to justice like his father.

In 2 and the Madhouse anime we see a Dante who’s way more reserved and he can come across as cold sometimes, as he’d been dealing with grief and thought the only way to protect people was to be cold to them so they wouldn’t want anything to do with him. This is a trauma response to Nell, Grue, Jessica, and Vergil’s deaths (or “death” in Vergil’s case) in the Madhouse anime it’s implied he was kinda pushing away Lady and Trish for a while, with Trish being a little surprised he offered a place for her if she ever needed somewhere to stay. Thankfully this isn’t the case anymore starting with 4 where we see the trio hanging out and having fun.

Speaking of. 1, 4, and 5 Dante + multiple spinoffs or crossover media like PxZ, PGR, MvC, etc. We see him being warm and friendly to people. Compare how he interacts with Lucia in Before The Nightmare and DMC2, it’s honestly night and day.

So for me I see Dante’s default as a warm and friendly guy who’s also jokey but I mean friends joke with each other all the time so that’s an aspect of his friendliness. But might put on an act of coldness like he did in 2 and sometimes in the Madhouse anime if he deems it necessary. It’s really a show of how selfless he is, but too selfless, because he’s essentially hurting himself for the sake of others. He doesn’t believe he deserves happiness because he blames himself for things that aren’t his fault like the fact Nero didn’t have a father or the deaths of his loved ones. He’s clearly very lonely and doesn’t enjoy pushing people away.

This man needs therapy and hugs.

[burrythebusy]

Hello hrkg nation...

So, I was on the htk tag (as one is) and someone posted this screenshot from the novel when Kagiura is saying the room feels a lot emptier without Hirano and... shout out to OP because that literally changed my brain chemistry. Idk why but it literally clicked a switch in my head despite me reading the novel before and that specific part numerous times.

Not to overanalyze but this brings up a greater point in my years of being obsessed with HtK that reminds me that these two already destroyed one of the obligatory boundaries of being in a senpai/kouhai arrangement, moreso hirano though, by foregoing the expectation of "im supposed to help my kouhai become acclimated and fostering a friendly environment between us so that you can rely on me when needed (while also maintaining a respectable distance between he and I so that he can grow independently and do the same thing to a kouhai next year)" by becoming addicted to the feeling of spoiling him and being spoiled in return with honesty, genuine gratitude and happiness.

And what makes me bring this up is, its not unusual to become close to someone in a semester or to even begin to really like someone in that time. What always gets me though is that the level of sincerity never wavered. The feelings were never surface level. They have a deep and crucial understanding of each other that I wouldn't hesitate to call love. This doesn't apply to just Kagiura though, but Hirano. Now I might be reaching HEAVY and im not sure exactly what I might be saying with this, and this is gonna be a hashtag Flaming Hot Take bc some people dont see it this way and that is A-Okay 0 hard feelings. But im so convinced (and almost always have been) that Hirano has been in love with Kagiura for just as long as Kagiura has veen in love with him. Let me preface that it is no more meaningful if this is the case but this is just something I've been sitting on for literal years and I fear it only took me this sentence to decide to believe it wholeheartedly.

(Screenshot from my e-novel)

Kagiura saying the dorm feels empty without Hirano (affectionate), and this being Hirano's (equally affectionate) reaction.

So, I've actually noticed this pattern with Hirano: when affection is expressed between him and Kagiura, his verbal reaction is something along the lines of "tiredness". As in, Hirano will give or receive affection to/from Kagiura and tiredness is deemed the reason. Now, i dont recall this ever being done with his friends so thats why im extrapolating this phenomenon to hirakagi only (if im wrong lmk). Anyway, here are the examples, other than the one listed. And there are actually more than i thought

Exhibit A: Volume 6 Extra

I think this is the first one we see at all, and its comedic and hes being kind of aggressive about it PLUS we wouldn't think much of it at all because Kagiura literally did NOT sleep since Hirano accidentally slept in his bed. But just note that Kagiura is basically getting a kick out of seeing Hirano embarrassed (which to me. Is affection because. This is Hirano and Kagiura) and Hirano is just like "get your ass to bed." This example is probably less of one than the next ones but 100% worth talking about since this is post Kagiura confession (not sure where in the timeline though) and it still follows the theme of affection/tiredness, as Hirano is recognizing it and deeming tiredness to be the factor making him say what hes saying. Just like in the screenshot.

Exhibit B: Volume 9 Extra (1)

(Definitely in a relationship here LOLLL) And for some reason Kagiura decides that Hirano is acting spacey, and Hirano AGREES. Like, to be fair, Hirano was acting pretty gay this whole extra but its interesting to me that Kagiura is all abashed by Hirano being all suave and congratulating him and his first reaction is, "So... you really ARE tired" (re: Hirano using him as a pick-me-up in the first place). Why. Is it because Hirano is being affectionate? I MEAN, YEAH kagiura clearly took it as such hence the blushing and acting all embarrassed and then proceeding to be like "you must be tired. Anyway youre not being confessed to are you."

What stumps me more is how Hirano agrees with him. We know Hirano will get defensive at stuff Kagiura says (throwback to "them's fightin' words, asshole") and idk the exact wording in japanese but the idea that Hirano just casually agrees to kagiura ascribing his behavior to being spacey and he has nothing to say to it... interesting.

Exhibit C: Volume 9 Extra (2)

Mere moments later on the train when Hirano says "you can be stinky with me bae 😍", Kagiura is embarrassed by this clear sign of affection and what does Hirano say? "Man, am I tired" Okay we GET it. Again hes making a point to emphasize his tiredness and for what? To excuse that hes saying crazy shit? Mkay

Exhibit D: Whatever the hell this is

This... this whole page. Man i don't even know where to begin. Hirano is straight up unabashedly giving Kagiura googoo eyes. I had a violent reaction to seeing this extra. The point here is that Kagiura looked at him, got caught off guard by this absolutely unmistakable "im gonna take a bite out of you in the next ten seconds" look and his question is "are you sleepy". And its like. Okay sure hirano looks a little drunk (in love) yes but. He also looks wide awake. But he does say "a little".

Okay hold on I have to add that I'm genuinely tweaking out over this extra like YES I've seen it before but after volume five and just. Everything i am genuinely aghast at how obvious this is. Like oh my god. Hes practically drooling. Im loosing the plot so bad. What i would do to have this voice acted. Yoshitsugu Matsuoka you absolute legend i KNOW you'd cook for this

Anyway so yeah. I also noticed with two of these examples that its Kagiura mentioning the tiredness and its Hirano agreeing, and with one its Hirano saying it himself, and with two its Hirano saying it to Kagiura. Idk if what im saying makes sense but here's kinda what im getting at (again this extra genuinely made me lose my train of thought happy pride i guess damn): for Hirano, maybe its some sort of code, or something hes experienced from someone else, or maybe its just embarrassment covered up that has become an inside joke, im genuinely not sure, but Hirano will disguse affection as him being tired, or Kagiura's affection as him being tired, and Kagiura recognizes this too.

Why this stuck out to me with the novel is that, so early on, so soon in their relationship with each other, Hirano is already recognizing this affection hes receiving from his roommate, one that is in the general sense no different than his usual honesty and sincerity when it comes to Hirano, and Kagiura himself at this point hasnt quite come to terms with being in love with Hirano at all, just that he HAS deep affection for him. And yet Hirano picks up this DISTINCT affection in a way we've so far only ever seen referenced post-confession AND when theyre in a relationship, that makes him say, "You must be tired".

In other words, we see Hirano, far before Kagiura admits his own feelings or even realizes the extent of them and far before Hirano can even consider his own feelings LOVE, use a phrase that we've only so far seen used in contexts in which the two are being obviously romantic in their affection (the only POSSIBLE exception being Exhibit A but the whole reason that whole thing happened the way it did was because of the romantic context to this otherwise embarrassing but negligible occurrence) and he doesnt even REALIZE it. Even if Kagiura was actually sleepy (and he was), and even if hes just being a little shy, the idea that Hirano's first thought was "dodge" and that dodging is something we see come up in such a specific, familiar way in such specific circumstances following what we would brush off as insignificant in the scheme of things just has me tapping my chin and then going EUREKA! Because Hirano loves him and has and its that simple. Hirano has always associated whatever feeling he had at that moment from receiving a particular flavor of affection with tiredness, with sleepiness, with someone saying those things because theyre not all there right now, they wouldnt USUALLY do that because if they did, it wouldnt make me feel this way, so here is a reasonable explanation. That same principle is then applied to himself; if im saying things that make me feel this way, that are a reflection of how i feel, in such a way that i would never actually do but here it is, just slipping out of me, I must be tired, I must not be all there, otherwise this wouldn't happen, I wouldnt say it.

Hirano loves him, and even if it’s not as AGGRESSIVELY as current Hirano, I think this was at LEAST the beginning of it. Hirano already killed the boundaries of their relationship in order to achieve a comfortable dorm life for both of them, and by doing so he created this situation between the two of them in which there is a very unique sense of closeness and understanding, and bond brought about because they are who they are individually and then with each other. Kagiura is honest about how he feels and before now he wasnt necessarily hiding his affection for Hirano, not in a way that matters. And then he tells Hirano that "Without you, it felt lonely" (with you, things feel whole, and right. if i had to choose, i would rather be with you (i wanna be with you (more than anyone in the world))) and Hirano feels this affection in such a way that creates a pattern in his behavior that he repeats in the future when he knows too that Kagiura is the person he wants to be with more than anyone in the world, where he gets to have that spot beside him, right where he wants to be, right where Kagiura wants him to be, and he says it now. "You must be sleepy." (Because it must be you, Kagiura—so earnest and honest, so much more so when you're tired that you would say such embarrassing things that no one would ever say to me—and not me, who feels each syllable in my chest and remembers the feeling each moment I spend with you in a future I do not yet know I had been wanting).

Also ignore every typo i am so sleepy and im gonna reread this tomorrow and go "burry was onto nothing 🔥🔥" but for right now we will Pretend

[thegempage]

smarter people than me have talked about this, but man. does it really show when you can't fit in socially outside of a workplace.

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess

[alicentzwaitinglady]

alicent keeping her pious energy in season 2.

she wears more veils and a lot of seven-pointed stars. she prays a lot even when not in a sept and is surrounded by septas. speaking about how she prays for the blacks and that they'll see the truth/come to a bloodless understanding.

being so pious that others at court are annoyed. so religious that when speaking to someone she finishes their sentence (like she says the quote from the seven pointed star before they can).

alicent feels like her position at court is vanishing, so she seeks comfort in the faith. she buries herself in prayers and scriptures.

organizing jaehaerys's funeral procession and praying for him (and those long lost).

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

Every day, I wish I knew Japanese so that I could read Cyrano de Bergerac in Japanese

[byulgogii]

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[mad-hunts]

this is a very specific scenario, i know, but barton trauma-bonding with a hero and vice versa because they got stuck in the middle of the desert together due to the fact that they were both simultaneously betrayed / LEFT TO DIE there, but they managed to survive after they spent some time vehemently refusing to help each other in the beginning. though, they soon began to help each other (albeit reluctantly) because they realized that would be the ONLY way that they would survive this. and barton tries to kickstart their bastardization arc™ by telling the hero to kill the people who dumped them there. and this is because, in his mind, they don't deserve to live. then barton goes on to tell them that he's planning on killing the person who betrayed him so it's fineee if the hero does it,, because he ain't a snitch + won't tell anyone they killed anyone (,: now whether or not the hero actually starts their bastardization arc is up to them, of course, but if anyone is interested in a plot like this... HMU because i think this would be such an interesting dynamic to roleplay 👀

[thecolorwheelsystem]

Dear Ratking 💀

Soooo I think we got a new fictive who immediately marked his territory I see 💀

Like dude 😭 why are we getting/discovering SO many new roommates right AFTER I made y’all fronting bracelets 😭😭😭

But yea we got Trevor from Ghostbusters, if he’s still present by tomorrow I’ll make him an intro

(cuz you see I’m a little weirdo and sometimes act a little wacky and so if a newbie forms or fronts while I front its hard to tell if its not just me being silly and also newbies have a chance to “fade” so we a have a 3-day-rule meaning if you’re still here after three days, you’re officially a part of the squad 😎)

-Ch3ddr 🧀🌾

[ssreeder]

bro i swear ara might be one of my Favorite characters she makes me so sad but i also like girly get a grip 😭 i love the way u write everbody especially sokka because hes so different but still has his yk quirks and tbh when ppl write him romantically they kinda leave it out

heres ara cuz i am this 🤏🏻 Close to just giving her a playlist since shes so ..woman. yk what i mean??

anyway i kinda Imagine her cut to be simliar to zuko and very uneven cuz bro Zhao will not acutally give a fuck to at least make it nice

this is just a fall from grace even tho its Basically the best thing right now since shes away from all that crazy shit

OMG ITS THE GIRL! The one & only Ara!!! I love how you did a before and after, girl thought she had her shit handled! Only to have her shit handed to her. She has serious sad girl energy but you’re so right she needs to handle it haha.

Thank you so much for this I am squealing with joy you’re amazing!!!

[pankomako]

sometimes i think about interactions boat and i have had and things he's said to/about me over the years and it makes me feel as though i must occupy some little space in his heart. like i live in his mind rent-free the way he does for me, although not nearly to the same extent lmao.

speak of the goddamn devil i just got a steam notification he's playing tf2

anyway i never thought i'd have that kind of effect on a person, much less my favorite content creator. but it sure appears to be that way, and idk. it makes me feel special. warms my heart n all that :)

[reanimatedgh0ul]

maybe this is just me but ilana and lance's relationship to me has always felt less like siblings moreso two people who became friends and each other's found family

[idk-i-want-mcl-content]

lalisa can u teach me japanese i said hai hai

[theirloveisgross]

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[psuejo]

❥ toji “homewrecker” fushiguro </3

it’s becoming a problem.

the sly looks, the ones where it always takes him a second too long to stop staring at your ass when you walk past or your tits when you show up to a birthday dinner in a low cut dress; the small smirks he throws your way, rugged scar stretching at the corner and making your traitorous heart (and pussy) throb; the compliments that always teeter far too close to being something far more than just friendly, but never topples over that line because if toji fushiguro is anything, he is careful.

you thought you could ignore it. you’ve been ignoring it for years now, ever since you and your current husband got engaged. whatever lingering feelings you had during college for toji are long buried, shoved deep, deep down in the recesses of your heart and locked away in a cold, metal box. what’s in the past is in the past, and that’s where it should stay.

you’re better than this. you know you are.

yet you can’t ignore the heat of toji’s touches, the way his hand presses against the small of your back or waist when he’s squeezing past you in the kitchen, nearly slipping down to your ass, or how he always hugs you just a little too tight, like he can’t stand to let you go. it’s even worse when the two of you are alone, that broad hand gently squeezing your inner thigh or thick arm thrown behind your seat, fingers toying with a few strands of your hair, as if it’s natural; normal, despite the both of you knowing it’s not.

far from it, really.

every word, every look, every touch toji fushiguro says, gives, or makes is undeniably intimate, something that’s only noticeable to you, bafflingly enough.

it’s wrong. of course it is. what kind of woman, what kind of wife would you be if you let this go on?

a disloyal, adulterous one, and that’s certainly not you. you’d never betray your loving husband like that, especially not with his own lifelong best friend.

you need to reject toji.

so you try. keyword being try because, despite you insisting that he should stop, that nothing will ever happen between you and that he should stay far, far away, he only comes closer and closer until he’s got you against the wall, soft breath mingling with yours and those sharp, emerald eyes locked onto yours.

“do ya really mean that, doll?”

you gulp, ears burning. the answer to that question is obvious:

no. no, you don’t mean it. if you did, you wouldn’t be here. you would’ve just told your husband and let him handle it.

you want him, just as much as he wants you, and you both know it.

fuck it.

you let toji kiss you, big hands holding the curve of your waist like they’ve always belonged there. you let him scoop you up into his strong arms and carry you to his bedroom, sloppy mouth on yours all the way there.

you let him lay you down and eat you out like a man on death row, thick fingers and strong tongue all desperate to stretch that drooling hole, even as you beg him to just fuck you already.

“ngh, toji, h-hurry up!”

a warm chuckle that goes right to your sensitive clit. “just—” smooch! “one more—” slurp! “a’ight?”

and when toji does get to fucking you, it’s heavenly — all eight, heavy inches dragging through your slick, gummy walls with every precise thrust of his hips. the stretch to accommodate his girth is painful, but that only heightens your pleasure, making you clamp down on him like a vice.

god, you’ve never been so cockdrunk in your life, eyes rolled back and jaw slack, allowing each and every unholy noise to tumble unobstructed from your soft lips like music to toji’s ears.

it’s truly a miracle his restraint held out this long.

“mmm, f-fuck, yes!”

“thereee we go. atta girl. tell me how good ya feel, baby.”

finally, when you cum, hard and blindingly fast, you let yourself get engulfed in your orgasm while toji spills into you with a low grunt and a bite to the meat of your shoulder, pumping that temporarily empty womb with his white-hot seed.

you let toji swing a wrecking ball into your marriage, let him split your picture-perfect home into two. after all, it’ll crumble anyway when that baby is born with black hair and grumpy green eyes, right?