mannythemunchkin

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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let's be bad at video games together

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Just painted my nails bright pink and now I feel like I could conquer the world.

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*gently nudges you* am I annoying?

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I love being that mutual that is online almost 24/7

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I love dandelions!

*puts a dandelion in your hair*

Reblog to put a dandelion in prev's hair

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✴︎ PINK

જ⁀➴ You go home with Toji after the first date and a few kisses escalate into a hot session of dry humping.

ﾉ character: Toji

ﾉ reader: female | AFAB

ﾉ wc: 1703

ﾉ cw: dry humping, fingering, petnames, Toji being a sly shit as usual

𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡��𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑒𝑟.

His couch wasn't made for this - leather stretched tight and stitched like it had been through quite a lot, much like the man himself. But with his broad frame, half lounging against the backrest and your legs draped over his lap, it might as well have been a throne. His hands haven't left your skin since you got here.

“You' ve been starin' at my mouth for the past ten minutes” Toji's voice was slow and gravel warm, like it knew secrets about you, even you didn't. “You gonna do something about it, or you just admire from a distance?” he challenged you now.

The heat crept up your spine like a flame chasing fuel. You tried to sound confident, but your words came out much softer than you meant for it to. “Maybe I was waiting for you to make the first move.” It was meant to tease, to seduce, but you sounded more desperate if anything.

Toji grinned knowingly and leaned in so that his nose brushed yours, his breath all coffee, mint and something darker. “You wanted me to kiss you that bad, huh?” His lips were shy of touching yours when he teased you, his breath mingling with yours.

“I- I didn't say-” You tried to protest but he didn't even let you finish. His mouth was on yours before you could swallow the rest of the sentence, hands already slipping to your waist and his fingers curling into the fabric of your dress like he owned it - like he owned you.

And god, it was unfair how good he kissed you. It was lazy, but deep, making you yearn for him like your lungs yearned for air. The kind of kiss that said he'd done this before and he liked watching you fall apart one inch at a time.

A moan escaped your lips before you could even hold it back, your hips twitching where they straddled his lap and you could feel him chuckle into the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth like he claimed it, mapping it out as his grip on your hips tightened.

“There it is” he murmured against your lips and pulled back just enough to see the flustered expression on your face, the heat spreading over your face in embarrassment. “Knew you'd start grindin’ if I kissed you right.”

“Im not... grinding” you tried to defend yourself, but he shifted beneath you, and fuck, there it was - that delicious friction. The slow burn of your clothed cunt against the hard line beneath his sweats. Your breath hitched which made his smirk widen.

“You think I can't feel that? Baby, you're soakin’ through my sweats.” He stated matter of factly and you could practically envision the wet patch on his grey pants where you currently sat. A whimper passed your lips and you tried to avoid his gaze, but Toji tipped your chin back with just two fingers.

“No hiding now. You started this, baby.” His voice was cold now, but it was clear that he needed you to go on.

You hadn't meant to. The date was fun and all, and yeah, the tension had been thick enough to cut with a knife the entire night, but you hadn't expected to end up on top of him, practically rutting against his thigh like a bitch in heat and starved for touch. But Toji made it so easy for you to forget your pride. The way his big hands moved, the slow grind of his hips meeting yours, the way his voice dropped when he caught you gasping - it all coiled inside you like a spring ready to snap.

When he kissed you again it was deeper this time, his hands wandering over your torso, palms flat against your back. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on it when his teeth scraped your bottom lip and he growled low in his throat.

“Y’know, I could sit here all night with you grinding on me like this,” he rasped, lips dragging past your jaw and to your ear. “Wouldn't even need to undress you to get you off, would I?” You could practically hear how he smirked against your skin. You shudder at his words and your hips bucked involuntarily, grinding harder against him now to chase more friction. His thigh tensed beneath you, angled just right and it made you whine so needy.

“Thats it,” he mumbled and nipped at your neck. “Go on, ride it.” You could feel the rush of heat from head to toe, god, he wasn't even pretending to be subtle.

But this only made it worse - Hotter. Better. Toji knew what he was doing to you. He knew how hard your heart was pounding against your ribcage, how soaked you were, how you couldn't stop your hips from moving against him like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Slowly, his hands slid to your ass beneath your dress, giving it a rough squeeze that made you drop your head into the crook of his neck where you moaned softly for him. Your desperate moan made him chuckle, a low and pleased sound that went straight to your core.

“Good girl.” Something inside you snapped at those words and your back arched as your rhythm picked up. The friction was riding on the edge between too much and not enough which made Toji grin, dragging his lips down your neck, teeth grazing your skin.

“Fuck. You're gonna come like this, aren't you?” His voice was low, reverent. “So fuckin needy. And it's just our first date.” Toji mused, mind reeling at the thoughts of what you might do with him on the second date if you were already so needy for him now.

You let out a breathless moan, half shame, half desperation and your head sunk back into the crook of his neck at the same time your hips started to stutter - you were so close it almost hurt. Toji’s fingers slid between your thighs, cupping your pussy over your panties. You gasped again, jerking at the sudden contact and he could only groan at how wet you were for him.

“Fuck, you're soaked babygirl” he muttered and you couldn't help but hump his hand. “Should have done this sooner.”

His fingers started playing with the hem of your panties but you didn't stop him, only nodding against his neck. Your hips lifted instinctively, allowing him to slip your drenched panties to the side to gain full access to your sopping wet cunt.

“Shit,” he almost moaned when you clutched onto his shoulders as his fingers dragged through your folds - slow, teasing, lazy. He didn't give you what you wanted, not yet. He only circled your clit with feather light touches, pressed the pads of his fingers against your entrance but he never gave you what you craved to keep you right on the edge.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice cracking.

Toji looked up at you, his eyes hooded and a smug grin on his lips. “Please, what?” He asked all innocent and rubbed your clit just a little harder this time.

You hated him for making you say it, for making you beg for him. “Please… fuck- your fingers,” it was all you could manage to get out, the shame mingling with the ache of desperation.

He smirked like he just won a prize. “Knew you'd ask me so polite eventually” his voice lolled and he gave you exactly what you craved. One of his fingers plunged inside of you, slow and deep, you felt how each knuckle disappeared into your cunt. You could only gasp, but he didn't stop - just eased a second finger in and began to pump them, curling them just right against your sweet spot.

Your moans grew breathless, coming in soft, choked little gasps as he fingered you like he had nowhere else to be, like your pleasure was the only thing worth his time. His thumb moved to circle your clit in lazy strokes and your thighs started to tremble around his hand.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked amused, as if you were even able to hide it at this point. You couldn't even bring yourself to answer.

Your head dropped back and your mouth opened in a silent moan while your body was grinding down against his hand like you couldn't stand the idea of stopping. You were soaked, obscene, wet sounds filling the room alongside your soft moans and Toji loved every second of it.

“Messy little thing,” he whispered and pressed open mouthed kisses along your neck, sucking a few marks before grazing the tender flesh with his tongue to soothe it. “So damn tight.” His cock twitched at the thought of your tight cunt milking him like you were currently doing with his fingers. “You gonna come for me?”

You nod frantically now, fingers tangling in his hair as you kept his head at your neck, the sensation only adding to everything. “So close- Toji… please.” You whine desperately, hoping that he will take you over the edge.

His thumb added more pressure to your sensitive clit and that was all you needed to come undone. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing through your body with tremors that made you shake in his lap while you cry out his name in broken moans.

Toji didn't stop, working you through your orgasm until your thighs stop shaking, trying to close around his hand and your body sagged against him, boneless and ruined. Only then, did he ease out his fingers, making you whine at the loss. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, tasting your juices.

“First Date and I'm already getting a taste of you?” He grinned and savored each drop of your essence on his tongue. You buried your face against his shoulder, half mortified, half tired from the post orgasm haze that washed over you.

“You’re a menace,” you mumbled against him, a soft chuckle escaping you.

“Yeah,” Toji mused and moved to fix your panties for you, holding you close for just a moment. “But you humped me like a bitch in heat.”

[mannythemunchkin]

i like the phrases "it's not for me," "it's not my thing," and "i'm not the target audience" because they're the most concise way to express "this thing that you enjoy has merits but idgaf about it" without being aggressive

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Ts looks cute

Do you guys think sylus will have a wonderful voice at singing?

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stretch marks are hot pass it on

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some of you probably think you’re really clingy and annoying but you’re actually really sweet and desirable so. get that out of your head

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me whenever tumblr user owwllly posts another gorgeous piece of art of my favourite man ever (geto) and his loser husband

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sorry to anyone who followed me for anything, ever. you are not getting that.

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thanks for being nice to me. in return i will die for you and never leave your side and go grocery shopping with you.

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ArtFight Attack: Yildun for @crimson-chains

I loved this character design a lot. the gold and blue really gives a regal aesthetic, and the way the outfit drapes really speaks to me! plus the spear is very cool!

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Male writers writing female characters:

“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”