𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐚⋆♆.˚

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Nairda❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

or

𓋹Ankh Princess𓋹

𝜗𝜚⋆!! she/her, youngin', honorary weirdo, toji's brand ambassador

── ❝𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖?❞

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😂😂😂

toji p!links!

toji coming home after a long day to his meal, you 𝜗𝜚⋆

quickies in his car 𝜗𝜚⋆

toji loves a mating press 𝜗𝜚⋆

look at how big he is compared to you 𝜗𝜚⋆

dry humping after a long day 𝜗𝜚⋆

toji loves playing with your pretty pussy 𝜗𝜚⋆

he can never seem to pull out on time 𝜗𝜚⋆

pulled over on the backroads 𝜗𝜚⋆

hyperspermia toji 𝜗𝜚⋆

catching you after your classes since he graduated a year before 𝜗𝜚⋆

you love teasing him 𝜗𝜚⋆

he woke you up to deep strokes 𝜗𝜚⋆

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can i do lgbt?? girl ofc thats my home !! thank you for loving my ghost work, i enjoyed making it !!

in which, girlfriendvi! shows you just how pretty you are.

“mama, look at me,” she mumbled into your ear, your body shuddering softly as you obeyed.

you both were laid out on the bed, vi at the head of the bed.

you were on top of her, her hand wrapped around your throat.

you were looking at her alright, from the mirror on the ceiling above the bed.

why were you here?

you had gone to the doctor’s today. it was a standard physical, but the weighing section had really gotten to you.

you had always struggled with your weight, so the change has shifted your mood all day.

vi has tried everything. gifts, reassuring words, and cooking (probably a bad idea, she knows).

this was her last resort, stripping you and making you look at your body.

“see, baby? look at that body…” she cooed, rubbing your oiled clit nice and slow. she had oiled you down before getting on the bed.

when you looked away she smacked your clit, making up jolt. “‘m sorry!” you moaned brokenly, buckling up towards her fingers.

“you’re so beautiful, i need you to see that.” she demanded, keeping your legs spread and running a finger through your slit.

“i see it, vi, just let me cum!” you whined, feeling another slap to your clit. “don’t raise your voice at me, mama.”

tears fell from your cheek, body trembling. “mommy, i see it, i swear!”

“do you? these titties pretty?” she asked, pinching at your nipples. “yes, mommy,” you panted.

“these thighs pretty?” she asked, rubbing on your creamy thighs. “yes, mommy,”

“this pussy pretty?” vi asked, sliding two fingers in and thrusting your sloppy, wet hole.

your back arched, mouth parting in an o. “y-yes! yes! i’m pretty!”

“good girl…” she smirked, awaking the small vibrator and pressing it to your clit.

her hand worked at the same pace, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

you squirmed, not being able to handle the overstimulation. “fuck! violet! t-too much!” your orgasm came crashing down, silent screams filling the room.

vi swiped the vibrator back and forth, watching you squirt all over the sheets. your eyes rolled back, legs flailing.

she worked you through it, watching you.

when you finally rested she turned the vibrator off, pulling her fingers out, sucking them clean. “mmh, ya pussy even tastes pretty.”

she hummed, kissing the side of your face. vi turned you on your side, spooning you.

“y’know it’s true, right? no matter if you lose or gain a few pounds. you’re still beautiful, okay?”

you nodded, blushing softly and kissing her forehead.

“yes, vi. i know.”

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“what the fuck are you doing?!” toji yelled, making you jump and drop the razor.

“toji! why the fuck are you screaming?! i could’ve cut myself!” you yelled back, watching him fall to the floor in front of you.

you were doing your monthly everything shower, now on the shaving section. you had your legs propped open, swiping at your bush.

“the beloved bush!” your boyfriend cried, hugging the bottom half of your soapy frame.

you kissed you teeth, pushing him away. “boy, get the fuck off me, you’re fuckin’ up the bathroom floor.”

he pouted, looking at your half-shaven pussy in mourning.

“w-why?” he trembled, being so dramatic. in his defense, he loved your bush, felt like it was the most womanly thing on your body.

“toji, we do this every month. y’know she’s gonna come back.”

“but it takes too long! i wanna feel her tickling my face while i eat you out! a-and she keeps you warm!” you blushed with embarrassment, smacking him on the back of the head.

“get out! i need to finish!”

toji grumbled, standing up and walking out, but not before snatching your razor.

“toji!” you yelled, jumping up the shower and chasing him.

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omg i love pierce the veil !! thank you for loving my work and i’m glad i make you wanna write, cutie !!

in which, boyfriendvic! comes home from playing a show to an upset girlfriend. 2000s au!

you were at home, flipping through a magazine as the tv played girlfriends in the background.

it was late, almost two a.m. in the morning. his show was supposed to be done by now.

“hurry the fuck up,” you huffed, sipping your wine cooler.

you were antsy because you were in fact the possessive type.

i mean could they blame you?

he was famous, his band pierce the veil was going platinum on every teenager’s iphone 1.

but you knew him before all that.

even before his band before today.

back when he was an awkward ass guy at the record store.

back when he only had a few piercings and he hadn’t figured his hair out yet.

the door opened and you looked over, watching your boyfriend walk through the door.

“angel, i missed you,” he smiled, dropping his things and plopping onto the couch. he pulled you onto his lap, kissing your forehead.

he was about to kiss you again, but you dodged him. “where you been, vic?” you questioned, standing up and crossing your arms.

“baby, what’re you talkin’ about. i was at a show.” he raised a brow, looking up at you.

“so late? why didn’t you call?” you screwed up your face.

“babe, i didn’t think it’d be a problem. i-i’m sorry,” he pouted, standing up.

he rubbed your cheeks, smirking as an idea popped in his head. “how about i make it up to you?”

“sure, vic, make it up to me-“ you cut yourself off with a yelp, being picked up and carried to the bedroom.

he sat you down at the edge of the bed like gentleman, unbuckling his belt and letting it fall.

you pouted, watching him undressed with disinterest. but with every article of clothing he shed your panties pooled with interest.

he stopped at his boxers, leaning over you and gently pushing you back on the bed.

“baby, i really didn’t mean to run so late. we did an encore for the fans,” he mumbled, running his hands under your tank top to tease your nipples.

he pulled you higher on the bed, crawling on top of you and caging you in with his arms.

slow kisses ran from your mouth down to your breasts, pulling off your shirt completely to lick and suck at them attentively.

your brows furrowed at the pleasure, holding back moans since you still wanted to be mad at him. “y-you could’ve texted me, at least.”

vic nodded, tapping your hip gently for you to lift your hips. you obliged, letting him pull your panties down your legs and throw them to the side.

he released your nipple with a pop, looking down at you. “you’re right, angel, i could’ve.” vic’s hands spread your thighs, propping one up on his shoulder as he came face to face with heaven itself.

your pussy was already wet, slick clinging to your lips. your clit was like a ruby, shining and practically begging to be sucked.

vic moaned at the sight, looking up at you. “may i?” he asked.

you blushed, seeing how hungry he was. “you may.”

a fat stripe of his tongue licked from your hole, through your soaked folds, to your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

his mouth sealed over your clit, sucking it while looking you in the eyes. your hands gripped his hair in an instant, but he took them, interlocking yours with his.

“v-vic! oh my-ngh!” you panted, head falling back and eyes closing. he dove deeper, pushing his tongue into your tight canal and curling to hit your spot.

your thighs clamped around his head, shaking slightly as he fucked you with his tongue.

he knew you like the back of his hand, taking his time, being gentle, listening for what made you louder.

he came back to you clit, starting to move his tongue on it. you were pleased, then confused, then realization hit you.

he was spelling out ‘i’m sorry, angel’ on your clit.

“victor! ‘m cumming!” you cried out, back arching. he brought you to your orgasm with ease, holding you down by your hips as he worked you through it.

he licked up all of your creamy wetness, coming up to kiss you passionately on the lips.

after you calmed he laid down, pulling you on top of him and rubbing your ass. “you forgive me?” vic asked, kissing your forehead.

you nodded, still weak from your release.

“you’re forgiven.”

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ouuu, my first animated crush?? ofc <33 and thank you for loving my work, burner babe !!

in which, boyfriendghost! loves when you wear skirts, a little too much…

the squelching of your creamy pussy mixed with simon’s harsh grunts filled the small room.

he had your back pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and arms loosely strung around his neck.

the cherry on top was your skirt, bunched up around your waist.

the item that started it all.

you had dragged him all over the outlet mall, sanding down his credit card with the amount of swipes it had seen.

he was tired, carrying all your bags and sitting around for hours. but seeing the look on your face as you saw the clothes was enough to shut him up.

you current stop was a cute y2k boutique, now your personal heaven. you had at least $400 worth of clothes that you wanted to try on.

but this particular mini skirt was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

when you stepped out and gave him a little twirl it was like a flip switched on and he pounced on you.

which lead you here.

getting fucked in the dressing room.

“fuckin’ hell…yer cunt is swallowin’ me whole, angel,” he panted, practically punishing your puffy clit every time his hard abs slammed against the rosy bud.

“nggh! s-si, you’re gonna get us k-kicked out,” you whined, hot, pleasure-filled tears falling down your cheeks.

he quieted you with rough kisses, tongue matching the movement of his hips, stretching your gushing heat. “shush, luv, we won’t get kicked out if you stay quiet. can you do that for me?”

your legs were shaking, your senses overridden with pleasure, but you loved every second of it, making you nod weakly.

he smirked, one of those smirks a hot frat guy gives you across the room at a party. you just knew you were in for trouble.

to be honest, simon didn’t know why he was turned on by the skirt either.

maybe it was the way it stretched gauntly over your ass. or how the waistband ride low on your hips. or maybe it was how the bottom of your ass shown in the tempting sliver.

whatever it was, it had him fucking you like an animal.

the dressing room shook from his thrusts, coincidently so did your tits, hypnotizing him as they bounced.

“ngh! si, s-slow down!” you whimpered, fisting his shirt up. his muscles were hard, sculpted by years of military training.

fuck he was hot.

you sucked him in like a vacuum, tight like his fist when he stroked himself watching you try on clothes teasingly at home.

simon’s large hands spread your legs wider, hooking them on your shoulders and pressing your knees against your tits.

he was getting sloppy. but he wasn’t gonna cum before you. that was not an option.

so wickedly, his hand slithered in between the two of you, fat thumb rubbing your blooming clit.

a shockwave blew through you at that, getting louder.

“fuck! ‘m gonna cum! imgonnacumimgonnacum im gonna-“ a silent cry ripped from your mouth, eyes rolling back.

the combination of his tip, punching at your g-soot mixed with the overstimulation of your clit pushed you off the edge.

and simon watched it all, loving every second of it.

his release approached him rapidly. one look between your fucked-out face and the ring of creamy arousal around the base of his cock and simon was done for.

“mmh, yer a f-fuckin’ beaut, princess.” he moaned lowly, filling your tight channel with thick, white spurts of cum.

he panted, coming down from his high. sitting on the bench, he pulled you close, resting forehead-to-forehead.

you leaned close, colliding in a sloppy, passionate kiss. when you pulled away he chuckled, gripping the skirt. “yer definitely buyin’ this.”

you laughed, nodding before-

“excuse me, can you two come out of the dressing room, please?”

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“mhm, just like that, daddy. suck my pussy,” you panted, biting your lip as you watched your husband eat your pussy like he was starved.

your head was rested against the plush pillows in hood office couch, where you usually sat.

you didn’t planned on this when you came in. you had only come to give him the lunch he left at home.

apparently, now you were the lunch.

he loved your pussy, like at an alarming rate. this wasn’t the first time he called you in. he’d actually made a schedule just so he could have a taste.

right now, he was nose-deep, sucking you’re clit as two fingers fucked you to your release.

“n-nanami! hah…” you mewled, buckling up to his mouth while pushing his face in your soaked pussy.

knock! knock! knock!

his office door swung opened, coworkers satoru and yuji came in, laughing about something.

it all come to a stop when they saw your both.

“baby, s-stop!” you jumped, pulling his mouth off your puffy clit.

he huffed, a little confused and dazed.

“what is it, dear?” he asked, still trying to rub your clit as you tried to cover yourself.

“nanami! look behind you!” he turned, nodding when he saw his coworkers.

“do you guys need anything? do we have a meeting?” he asked, not bothering to lick your juices off his lips.

“uhh no… we’ll come back later.” they quickly walked out, leaving you embarrassed and sitting up.

“oh my…that is so embarrassing.” you mumbled, head in your hands. he smirked, sitting next to you and putting you on his lap.

“it’s okay, dear, they won’t mind.” he kissed your cheek, hand pulling your dress up and sliding in between your sticky thighs.

“spread ‘em, love, you know what i want.” you obliged with a blush, spreading your legs. he opened your lips, other hand pulling down the front of your dress to pinch and tease your dusky nipples.

you filled his office with broken moans and overwhelmed sobs.

you knew your walk of shame out the building would be gruesome, but it was worth it to get the same knee-buckling orgasms you always did.

“that’s a good girl…”

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i got you, cutie !!

in which, babydaddytoji! reminds you exactly who you belong to.

you had a perfect life, a handsome boyfriend and a son, megumi.

but what wasn’t so perfect was the father of your child, your baby daddy, toji.

your relationship burned and crashed, hard.

you were sick of him being broke, not picking up his weight, and arguing over dumb shit.

you didn’t even confront him with divorce, just left the papers and bought a condo.

toji didn’t even pick a fight, just signed on the doted line and started picking megumi up when you texted him.

he didn’t even blink when you told him you had a new boyfriend, just nodded and shook the man’s hand.