#mmm... ON BRAND!!!!!!

[brutalage]

@enignoema asked for a random wrapped starter .

“ DO YOU THINK this sword & battle axe I have is just for show ? “

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[jjtheresidentbaby]

ahh urge to make more personal/niche agere side blog…

I’d probably only be posting yj & that 70s show on there…. and maybe some kyle gallner movie stuff cause I luv him & every role he plays is sooo good & his characters r so complex

[arom-antix]

Viktuuri week day 6: Love

[altruistic-meme]

Current things tag meme!

ok ok i was tagged by @irregularcollapse for this and im just now getting to it :D

3 ships: Andreil always always. been having the Captive Prince thoughts as well recently so Lamen. and i recently watched Bodies so im also thinking about Henry and Alfred

Last Song: All We'd Ever Need by Lady A

Currently Reading: The Song of Achilles by Madelline Miller. im so scared but it's so beautiful ;;;

Currently Watching: im not really watching anything actively, but i plan to watch A Murder at the End of the World next!

Last Movie: Holes, which really should be a shock to no one considering how many times i have watched it

Currently Consuming: just finished eating some cheese and garlic bread sticks :) and water!!

Currently Craving: nothing in particular since i just ate, but i'm sure i'll be craving something sweet soon. i was REALLY craving some chocolate and coconut covered almonds earlier though bc i found a picture of the kind i had bought that my dad couldn't find at the Costco :')

oh who to tag... @stygianirondiangelo @spaghett-onaplate @daylightsimon @allthefakepeople <3

[theloveinc]

Need to date a blue lock man just so I can post a video of myself doing a “water of the day” on their social just to piss ppl off.

[possumteeths]

I like fall out boy and patd as much as anyone else but theres a ~vibe~ to ppl who are still like batshit insane abt these groups who go out of their way to be like “im a cool adult i used to be emo” that i cant put my finger on

[juniperhillpatient]

I hate all commercials except whatever is going on in that t mobile commercial where Jason Momoa does back flips & Zack Braff pulls down his shirt. & the Folgers incest commercial of course but that goes without saying.

[pipzeroes]

[fat-fuck-hairy-belly]

The funniest thing about the whole Russell Brand situation was going into youtube comments of random right-wing videos covering the topic and seeing some of the most stupid brainwashed people jerk each other off about how special and smart they are for seeing through mainstream media lies. Like, it's sad that so many people fall for the most obvious grifters in the world, but it's also kinda funny seeing stupid people being very smug about something you know they are wrong on.

[anotherferalrat]

I can never escape...

Presenting my thoughts joining any fandom ever:

I'm over this character, too angsty and sad for right now. We're gonna do one of those self-cares and look for someone less tragic. *investigates socials* Ooh, this character's pretty and they seem cool! Let me get into this media and see what they're all about!

*officially joining the fandom and realizing that character is the most traumitized person there, -100 self worth, doesn't know what a Feeling is and therefore is severely emotionally constipated, and copes with it by lashing out at everyone or hiding what they really mean under like 3 layers of unserious bullshit (they're literally me)*

I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN-

*frantically reads every fic for them on ao3*

[cleansingfiire]

"Heard you were kicking poros." (@freljordi )

"Yes, and I will do it again. What's it to you?"

What's the warmother gonna do about it anyway, send the pig after him?

…maybe she should. Roasted pork sounds good...

[ghosttrolls]

Oh man having my own place and unpacking my books will be so nice. I love looking at my books that I have and own (I don't read a lot these days but they have a ton of emotional value to me and I'm sad I can't look at them rn)

[levtashine]

Threw away an entire package of ravioli because I couldn't convince myself it wasn't rotten 😁 so glad I get to go back to exclusively eating uncrustables that have been out of the freezer for exactly 15 minutes + canned drinks

[penixels]

The grip this song has on me rn.

And the album itself just mmmm

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY CALLING TOJI “DAD” DURING SEX

Tw - DAD kink, established relationship, father figure Toji kinda, Age gap (early 20s, late 30s) Not proofread.

A/n - Hey so! This is fiction :Þ

You're gasping beneath him, every shaky breath snagging in your throat as your thighs locks tighter around his waist. Your arms are thrown up above your head as his heavy weight keeps you pinned to the mattress. It's suffocating in the best kind of way possible.

He’s all thick muscles and warmth, every inch of him pressing down hard like he’s trying to brand you with his weight. His skin’s damp with sweat, warm and gritty and he smells like cedar, smoke and something darker— like lust soaked into sun-baked skin.

The sound of your whimpers echoes under the hum of the ceiling fan, paired with the dull thumb of the headboard rocking against the wall. Toji's grunting lowly in your ear, rough voice thick with the kind of tired huskiness that makes your stomach coil.

“Such a needy fucking thing, huh?” he pants, teeth grazing your earlobe before he gently licks at it. “Couldn't even wait for me to get home. Practically jumped me soon as I walked through the door”.

You had to, you spent the whole day alone, overthinking and fidgeting and yearning for him to get home, you're always so good for him, so quiet and well-behaved until you're not. Until you're climbing into his lap while he still has dust on his hands and grease under his fingernails. You'd kissed him without thinking, your breath shaky, hands clumsy, and your thighs already sticky where your shorts pressed into your core.

And now, you're all soaked and stretched, your hips twitching each time he thrusts into you. His hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting— enough to make you feel owned by him. His thumb strokes the side of your neck like he's calming a wild thing.

“You always get like this when I'm gone, don't you?” he murmurs, eyes locked into yours. “like you miss me too much that you don't know what to do with yourself”.

You nod stupidly, glossy lips parted— your tongue caught between your teeth as you try to form words but they're foggy and melting away under his pleasurable rhythm. You clutch his back like you're trying to hug him, blunt nails digging into the hard, flexing muscles and your voice is a broken whisper—

“Please, please, I— Toji, I need—”

“Mmm? Need what, sweetheart?” he coos, cruel and gentle all at once, his face just mere inches away from yours. “Tell me. C'mon, don't go dumb on me now”.

You try, you really do but your mind's spinning, undone by how deep he is, how close he’s finally holding you, how safe and filthy it all feels. You wrap your arms around his neck like it'll keep you grounded, your forehead pressing into his shoulder while tears burn at the corners of your eyes, voice shaking as it slips out:

“Please, Dad—!”

The whole room freezes and goes cold. Your breath catches and you're eyes go wide, mortified as ever. Even the ceiling fan seems to stop spinning for a second.

Toji stops moving— not fully but his hips are still, his cock buried to the base inside you, just marinating in your warmth while your slick clings onto his shaft. You can feel the way his cock suddenly twitches at the word. His sharp eyes find yours immediately.

His lips curl into a taunting smirk, his eyes gleaming with something smug and confident. “Huh?” he drawls, low and amused. “What was that?”

You immediately panic, your face burning with embarrassment. “I— I didn't mean, shit I didn't—”

He chuckles at how eagerly you're trying to defend yourself. A rumbling chuckle, his nose brushing yours as he leans down to your face. “You calling me dad now, kid?”. He murmurs, hot breath against your lips.

You squirm under him, shaking your head furiously, wishing you could go by in time and change it. “It was an accident! I swear—”

“Accident, huh?” he softly kisses your cheek, nips it then coasts down to your jaw. “You sure about that? Sure you didn't just let that pretty little mouth slip ‘cause I fuck you better than any little boy your age ever could?”

You're still shaking your head, tears spilling now from shame and pleasure and the overwhelming intimacy of it. He's everywhere— rough voice in your ear, chest smushed against yours, cock thick and pulsing inside you.

“Poor thing,”he whispers. “You thinking about that? Thinking about how I take care of you? Pay your rent. Fix your car. Feed you. Fuck you”.

“Toji— please, don't—”

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs again, rolling his hips once, hard enough to make you cry out. “Y'know, I am kinda like a father figure to you, ain't I?”

He reaches between you, thumb rubbing circles over your clit now, voice a soft mocking croon in your ear. “You get all bratty when I'm not around. Need me to put you in your place. Want my attention. Cry when I don't give it to you”. his hips start rolling against you again.

“Sound a lot like a needy little girl who wants her dad's approval”.

You're sobbing now, your hips jerking and toes curling against his lower back, overwhelmed by shame and pleasure to the point where you're completely ruined. “Say it again,” he breathes. “C'mon. You said it once— say it like you mean it”.

You try to resist— teeth sinking into your lip so hard you could taste blood but your body betrays you. You're shaking under him, soaked and desperate to cum, desperate to finish all over his cock but he's not letting up— he'll drag this out until you break.

So you do end up breaking.

“Please, Dad,” you whisper, voice cracking, cheeks wet with tears. “Please, I wanna cum!”.

He growls, leaning down to kiss your forehead, sounding proud and satisfied. “There's my girl”.

And then he fucks into you harder— deep, punishing thrusts that knock the breath from your lungs. His hand clamps around your throat, not too tight but just enough to make your head spin. He’s mouthing at your neck, all teeth and tongue, sucking marks into your skin like he’s branding you.

“Begging your dad to cum— fucking hell, you're so messed up, darling,” he groans, sounding very very proud despite his words. “But that's okay. I'll take care of you. Always do. Now I get why you're always clinging onto me and looking at me as if I hung the damn moon”.

You came undone with the next thrust, your body convulsing and teeming as pleasure rips through every nerve. You sob his name— or maybe “Dad” again— you can't even tell anymore because you can't think straight nor even breathe properly.

He follows moments later, groaning your name like a prayer. Maybe the name “dad” got to his head because now his swollen cockhead is leaking into your womb and filling you up with his seed like he owns you and plans on planting a baby inside you.

After he pulls out, he gently presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and tender against your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his warm chest and you let yourself melt into him, too tired and sore to even think about moving. The exhaustion weighs heavily on your limbs but his warmth keeps you anchored in place.

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, a smirk dancing against your hair. “Might have to get that in writing”. You groan into his shoulder, a mix of exhaustion and frustration creeping into the sound but it only makes him laugh— a warm, smug sound that rumbles through his chest. His arms tighten around you, and you can feel the slight smugness in his grin, knowing full well how much he enjoys teasing you.