Gay men use she/her pronouns all the fucking time. Drag queens are very accepted in the LGBTQ+ community. So why is it 'invalidating your own gender' or 'infiltrating lesbian spaces' when lesbians use he/him pronouns??? Please go read a gay history book i beg of you. He/him lesbians are fully accepted on my page! i love yall sm & dont ever let cis people invalidate your experience when they have no idea what they're talking about
I hate when people only say wlw like bro just say lesbian, I am a lesbian. Why are we not saying what it is, why are we doing that?! Just say lesbian. Why are we acting ashamed.
you get new braids and your man falls apart!! // read part one
hood!toji who loved when you spent his money, whether it was on liquor, food, clothes—the mere fact that it was his money filled him with a deep sense of pride.
however, he would be lying if he didn’t also admit the slighttttt bias he had to you spending his money on your body.
you’d never put an actual name to try and understand what it was about a fresh manicure or fulani braids… but every time toji saw you after you had got them done.
he was feral.
first it would start with small comments. he’d pull up to your house, palms meandering around your waist as he pulled you closer to him—“i didn’t think you could get any prettier ma”, green eyes simmering with barely restrained want.
it would always make you squirm, how shamelessly he’d eye-fuck you as he drove the two of you to his crib; one hand on the steering wheel and the other mere inches away from the apex of your thighs. you could feel his gaze on you as you attempted to act unfazed, a manicured nail aimlessly scrolling through the same three apps; trying to seem busy.
then as soon you got to his place, he’d become even more handsy. things like insisting (with a childish pout that was almost entirely paradoxical to his outer appearance) that you come sit closer to him on the couch—preferably on his spread legs, large hands patting his lap, “c’mon, i don’t bite….unless y’want me too baby-”
legs now draped across the top of his thighs, the two of you would quietly chatter about how your day was, the new plant you were planning to buy or the new movie you wanted to watch— the mundane seeming exponentially more interesting to toji whenever it was coming out of your gorgeous glossed lips.
midway through your dramatic retelling of how a ladybug flew into your room, toji paused to take a sip of the hennessy he’d poured out—”you want some gorgeous?”
after a shy nod, he’d bring his glass to your lips; rough pads of his fingertips holding your chin steady as he poured the full-bodied liquor down your throat. you weren’t sure if it was the liquor or his touch that was warming you, your hands moving round to anchor yourself on the wide expanse of his shoulders.
“…hmmmm, i like when your touchy” voice a low growl against the shell of your ear. putting the glass down, he turned your body so that you were facing him, spreading your legs out onto either side of him.
“you look so fuckin’ good.”
it was the reverence in his voice, the sheer sincerity his words oozed that made you squirm even more. toji was always so.. straightforward with his compliments, to the point where if he didn’t say anything after your hair appointment, you’d know he hated it.
but how could he ever hate anything when it was adorned onto your pretty little self?
which would lead up to now, his hands reaching out to play with your hair, this time honey-blonde braids with a healthy mixture of curled human hair. “shitttt, you tip her well ma? she—whatdoyoucallit—ah- she.. ate.”
biting down a chuckle, you leant in closer to lay your head against the base of his neck “…yes baby, she ate. ate down”.
this time you felt him shudder underneath you, the warmth of your breath against his neck being his achilles heel when it came to maintaining any semblance of composure around you.
lips slowly trailing up to the shell of his ear you whisper,
“soooo are you gonna show me how much you like these braids or…”
hood!toji who would gladly show his appreciation for the gorgeous hairstyle you had, hands swiftly pushing up the flowy dress you were wearing. “you been eatin’ well ma-” the harsh sound of his flat palm against the roundness of your ass reverberating around the still living room.
“shit gets fatter every time i see you”
you bit down a moan as he turned you around, forearms holding you up as he positioned your body into the perfect arch— body slung over the arm of the couch, butt perked right up into the air. “y’know i love seeing your cute lil’ expressions…”
you could feel the gust of air from where he was moving behind you, gray sweats and briefs getting pulled down hastily, “but i jus’ wanna admire your hair a bittttt longer… that ok ma?”
“s’fine baby” you moved to pull of your underwear, the tiniest pair you owned—all lace and frills with no real practicality (because you had a hunch that your night was going to end like this) but his rough palm wrapped around your wrist, moving it away as his other hand came down to finger the waistband that trailed around the curve of your hips.
“these are prettyyyyy” green eyes had become even deeper, dark pupils eating the surrounding iris.
“keep ‘em on”
hood!toji who would rather get pistol-whipped by that blue-eyed fuck in front of his girl than spend another second outside of your warm, slick pussy—fingers drenched from toying with your swollen clit, the scrap of fabric that purported to be underwear having been impatiently pushed to the side.
he had to make sure you finished at least twice before he could even think about letting himself have you. he wasn’t even sure himself what it was about seeing you like this—eyebrows scrunched in pure bliss as he precisely scissored his fingers within the tight ring of muscle or the soft, thickness of your body pressing back as you moved yourself back against his hand but fuck.
hood!toji who couldn’t hold off anymore, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as he stroked himself once, twice and then thrust into your cunt—a low groan escaping from the side of his lips as he slid in, the clap of your ass against his lower abdomen driving him crazy.
hood!toji who no longer felt like he was in control of his body, hips feverishly thrusting into your wet heat as he dug his fingertips into your ass—squeezing and pushing the cheeks in a desperate bid to ground himself. you looked too fucking good, too motherfucking good to even be real— let alone be his.
hood!toji who didn’t want to finish, who wanted to stay inside you until the sun came up and then set again and came up one last time. he could feel your walls pulsing against his cock—you were going to come again and he wanted, no, needed to feel you squeeze impossibly tighter around him.
“i can f-feel you fuckin’ squeezing me like that. you about to-”
“y-yessssss” your reply was more of a scream than spoken word, pussy damn near raw from how deep toji was. your lower stomach was pressed flat against the arm of the sofa, pressing him even deeper into you. your forearms had sunk into the sofa, head pressed into the couch cushions as all you could do was just lay there and take it.
he had one hand on your waist to anchor you, allowing for the other to caress through the grid of braids against your scalp, the sensation making you shiver.
“pr-promise i’m not gonna ruin your pretty new braids baby” you weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or himself with the way he traced the partings between each braid as if committing it to memory. “jus’ admiring it…”
his hips still managed to maintain a steady pace as he threaded his fingers between the braids with a slight tug, pressure building up in your lower abdomen warning you that you were about to come again and there was no more delaying it.
hood!toji who was also about to finish, hands reaching around to grab and spin you to face him; plush thighs locking around his waist as the two of you worked together to reach the rapidly approaching finish line. bouncing you up and down and up and down, the harsh smack of your skin against his muffling the increasing volume of your cries. digging your nails into the harsh contours of his back, you trailed kisses down the exposed skin of his neckline; a slight whine escaping from the side of toji's mouth as you pressed yourself closer.
“f-fuckkkkkk, tell me y’close now ma—come onnnn” you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the desperate tinge toji’s voice always took when he was close, his palms stretching apart the fat of your asscheeks to plant himself even deeper into you.
“wanna feel that pussy squeeze me, o-kayyyyyy”
hood!toji who always got what he wanted, warm streaks of his release painting the inside of your clenching pussy, body shuddering as he felt the aftershocks of your own orgasm around his sensitive cock.
your face was literally glowing, dopey smile plastered on your sweat-slicked face as toji carried your limp body upstairs to his room. you wished you could stay like this forever, permanently glued to each other in an eternal state of bliss.
but alas, life still existed, the steady stream of traffic and muffled chatter from the neighbours nearby drawing you out of your reverie.
"let's get you washed up ma-"
hood!toji who took a great deal of interest in how you maintained your hairstyle, dark eyes following your movements around his bedroom as you dipped in and out of the bathroom, dark robe loosely tied and billowing out behind you—a few pumps of mousse, followed by some oil to “lock in the moisture”, braiding the actual braids into one big plait, headwrap and then bonnet.
wrapping a large palm against your hip, he pulled you into the bed and on top of him; planting you right onto his stomach. rough palms reaching underneath the robe to caress the bare skin it hid, the clean scent of cocoa butter and vanilla enveloping the room.
"mmmh, you smell good mama" he purred, hands reaching up to your waist to pull you down to his face.
"are you tryna start something again? cause I just showered and I have work tomorrow..."
"tch- can a man not appreciate his lady?" you tried to hide your smile in the crook of his neck but he wouldn't let you, head pulling back slightly so he could take in your entire face.
“soooo, when are y’gonna do that to my hair?”
a/n :: I had to do a part 2 cause I love when ppl play w my hair... im sorry (im not) but pls lmk who else in jjk you want to see in my hood!au xx
And after a while you just stop. You stop watering your plants. You stop watching netflix. You stop reading. You stop replying to your friends as fast as you used to. You stop buying yourself nice things. You stop putting an effort into how you look. You stop taking care of yourself like you used to. You stop sleeping. You stop eating healthy foods. You stop petting your dog. You stop socializing.
You stop with everything. You find yourself sitting in your room for hours on end, without doing a single thing. Days feel like years. And you think you can’t do it for much longer.
My therapist told me that you don’t only spiral down. You can spiral up again. So maybe one day
You water your plants for the first time in a while. Surprisingly they’re not dead yet. You remember a movie that you really enjoy and you find the energy to watch it. You feel better afterwards. Maybe you still can’t find the motivation to reply to your friends but you buy yourself a nice scented candle and read your book. You take a nice long shower and you feel refreshed, so you put on an outfit you find cool. Then after what seems like forever, you get a good night of sleep. You wake up with more energy than usual so you play with your dog. Then you cook that healthy meal you really enjoy. You reach out to a friend.
You start remembering what brought you joy. You start again with the little things. You look back on the days that have passed and feel relieved they’re over.
Remember, you don’t just spiral down. You spiral up as well, even if it takes more effort to get started.
if you wiped every ICE agent off the face of the earth, a hundred million people would become safer overnight. if you wiped every furry off the face of the earth, the entire internet would collapse for good in a matter of hours. i know where my allegiances lie.
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