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*kabedons you* you need to write something that is so hyper specifically written FOR you. like yes it’s x reader but you need to project as much as possible into it, and take the word self indulgent to the most literal degree. FOR YOUR HEALTH !

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older bf!toji is a sucker for you. especially when you both pass out after a long night of being lost in each other’s bodies and (barely) wake up to resume your passion.

toji’s eyes aren’t even open yet, his mind barely conscious, but his body can easily sense yours on top of him. you’re half-asleep yourself and yet your hips are moving on their own—grinding against his pelvis with slowed movements. his half-hard dick is still buried inside your warm cunt, having cockwarmed him to sleep.

“. . . mmh, shit,” toji groans in that sexy morning voice of his. he doesn’t bother opening his eyes, his hands instinctively coming to rest on the curves of your ass to guide your shallow thrusts.

his eyelashes flutter, his biceps flexing as he squeezes your plump cheeks lazily. “nasty little girl. can’t even wait ‘til i wake up properly,” the older man delivers a soft smack to your ass before soothing the sting with a rub.

he opens his eyes barely halfway, yet enough to look down at you snuggled against his bare chest. he huffs - almost condescendingly but with a subtle hint of affection. you’re seemingly more unconscious than conscious, still lost in deep slumber. despite that, your hips don’t stop their hypnotic up and down rhythm.

“so addicted to my dick got ‘er ridin’ me in her sleep,” toji mumbles to himself before closing his eyes once more. his hands never stop massaging your hips and rear, silently encouraging you to continue.

there’s nothing better than getting his dick wet by his gorgeous young girlfriend first thing in the morning.

certainly a great way to start the day.

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annual spring cleaning & found a cute ass yuuji plush keychain on which his hair is .. removable

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𐔌 cockwarming toji after a horror movie scares you ! mdni

𝔀arning. fem!reader, age gap, comfort n sillies except for p in v <3 wc. 1,625 ⟢

you promised your new boyfriend toji you'd be just fine if you guys were to watch a horror movie. a borderline dumb, pig's blood type of slasher would've been just fine, except a psychological found footage horror has piqued your interest. toji claims if you were a cat, curiousity would kill you.

and it does bite you in the ass at three o’clock when you find yourself shifting, having to pee enough for it to wake you up. except . . your silly mind decides to flash images from the movie, hell, your dazed state convinces you that if you're to grab your phone and unlock it, your lockscreen will be from the movie.

your heart quickly begins to palpate and you dare not open your eyes, instead you curl up like the aforementioned kitten toji compared you to. speaking of toji, you've stopped cuddling a couple of hours ago, and as far as you know from the pitch black scenario, you're facing away from one another.

it's fine, it's cool, it's a hot night in the midst of spring and sometimes not glueing to each other is for the best when it comes to comfort. not this time, though.

“toji..?” you mumble.

no response. deep slumber. you hear his soft snorts, you even get petrified when they're delayed after one another.

“toji..” you call out again, voice in a higher pitch, more desperate. you turn to face his back—eyes still shut—and reach out to tap at his chiseled, uncovered back.

you whimper, and like a sleeper agent, toji grunts himself awake, head turning left-n-right, confused.

“mmwhat? what?” he grumbles, chest roaring as he shifts to face you.

he reaches out, and you’re glad he takes the initiative to move closer ‘cause you hold onto his arm for dear life, bringing it to your neck like a scarf. his biceps are adamantine even when he’s not flexing them. his calloused hand, immediately cupping your head, is kind.

“bad dream?” he asks in a suspicious tone with a bit of a told ya so meaning. you hook your hands over his muscles, humming.

“not exactly.” you huff shakily. “i have to pee . .”

toji gnaws at his own saliva, voice hoarse from awakening at dawn. “you panicked ‘cause ya have to pee?”

“no, stupid!” you exclaim, a cartoony wobble in your defensive voice. “i can’t go alone . .”

toji scoffs through his nose, hot breath fanning your face. he attempts taking his arm from you to sit up, but the inevitable force of you not letting go causes him to readjust his movement: he wraps both arms around you, unfolding your curled up state, and easily brings you upwards.

“let’s get you potty-trained, then.”

“you’re horrible.” you mumble, yet as soon as you’re scooped from the messy sheets, you vine your limbs around your boyfriend and bore your nose into his shoulder.

“sure . . shit, your heart’s ‘boutta pop out, sweet thing.”

throughout your trip to the bathroom, toji tells you he wasn’t affected by the horrors at all; he kept in mind that it was all acted out, scripted fiction. in fact, there were probably many bloopers and costume-design mishaps when it came to the part that frightened you the most.

waiting for you to finish, he leans against the counter, scratching his ribs, licking the scar across his lips. you apologise for lying about being fine with the genre and he says he doubts it counts as a lie as he pats your head, placing a lazy kiss in your hair.

when you’re carried back to bed, you intertwine to cuddle.

“you gonna be fine, doll?”

“yeah. you’re . . okay with snuggling, right? i know it’s a bit hot for it.”

“heh. you were not this concerned about clinging ‘ta me when we were just fooling around.”

you sigh, defeated, ear pressed against toji’s chest, listening to his much calmer pulse—trying to synchronise your own heartbeat with it.

“hey, now. you’re scared. i get it. if anyone or anything did come out of the screen to haunt you-”

you nestle impossibly closer at just the idea of that.

“. . which is not happening.” he articulates distinctly. “regardless, i would beat the fuck out of them, even in my sleep.”

you hum in understanding, feeling much more content with his raspy voice talking you out of it. “please stay close all night.”

toji nuzzles your side, trimmed nails soothing your skin. it’s silent for a second.

“wanna make sure i do?”

you look up at him, lashes fluttering in question.

“how? do we wear handcuffs, or?”

toji snorts, humoured, and you smile at the reaction you gain. “no. you’d rip me off the bed with the way you can toss around, sweets. i’m thinkin’ about being inside you.”

oh.

“you mean cockwarming?”

“if it needs a name, sure.”

you give it some thought, seconds pass by, and soon toji’s limbs feel heavier around you, meaning he will fall asleep in a blink if you don’t respond now.

“yes. okay.”

“attagirl.”

the sound of sheets ruffling fills the room as toji leisurely gets rid of his sweatpants and you roll down your panties. “lemme prep you, okay?”

you nod definitively—his massive hands meet your thighs that fit his grip like perfect handles. you hook a leg over his waist so he has more access. he continues palming one thigh of yours, other hand hovering over your chest to meet your nipple under his your tee.

you wince at his touch, buckling your crotch onto his abs. a kiss is placed on your forehead, then between your brows, nose, and you lift your chin when you comprehend that he wants to make out. tasting one another’s sugary lips softly, you claw at his chest dully, heaving delicately.

“can i help you, too?”

toji bites your plush lip slowly before answering, “your reactions are enough to get me going, baby. but if you wanna touch, ‘m all yours, yeah?”

“yeah.” you agree instantly. he finds your eagerness adorable.

as you wander down his torso, fingertips appreciating the way he’s carved, his touch between your lega travels to your core, too. he’s truthful—your little whines and so were enough to get him semi-hard. his large cock curves into your small hold impressively. it makes your breath hitch.

“it doesn’t bite.” he teases.

“it can be mean, though.”

true, his stupidly colossal dick has proved itself to be a menace to your cervix a number of times, but right now, its intentions are not entirely carnal. your comfort device will be oh-so-filling and lovely.

you form a fist around his girth. he lets go of your thigh and brings his index fingers to your mouth, “lick them for me.”

you oblige, pink tongue glossing his digits, even attaching your lips onto them. your teeth graze him as he removes his fingers, you’d keep on sucking if you didn’t know the purpose of getting them wet.

toji brings his hand down to seperate your semi-slick folds, tips lightly pressing against your pearly nub, welcoming it in a circular motion. you pant out in pleasure, fist tightening around his cock as you stimulate him so you have him inside you as soon as possible.

his thumb is pushed against your crotch as he cups your cunt, murmuring in satisfaction at your warmth. “you feel relaxed, little one?”

“yes.”

he moans harshly at the way your thumb crease brushes his mushroom tip. you grind onto him again, and shortly after, your flowing arousal makes a squelching noise below toji’s rubs. it’s all so sensual, you almost wish you didn’t have to end the foreplay.

however, when toji reaches down to take his cock from your clutch, positioning himself between your shorter self, the mere surface of his crown lets you know just how good, how fulfilled you’re about to be.

once in position, he grabs your hips—both of your eyes fixated on the contact happening—to help himself sink, sink, sink into your irreplaceable, gooey hole. he grits his teeth behind ajar lips, and as collected as he is, you’re not with your perfect little 0 shaped mouth.

“biiig stretch, fuck-that’s it.”

(you can tell he’s having a hard time refraining from thrusting into you beyond that.)

“oh…” you exhale, feeling compensated. there’s an itch that penetration scratches, especially when it comes to your boyfriend and his glove-fitting size. not having him move or explore your sweet spot is a bit weird for now, though, and your petal-like walls promptly clamp down on him, your body adjusting to the state of being still.

he hisses, “don’t jinx it.”

your eyes open wide and you beg his pardon, “jinx it?! i can’t loosen it. how about you go more limp?”

he looks you dead in the eye, trying hard to keep focused. he looks so serious to the naked eye, it makes you want to laugh, but that would have you squeezing him tighter, so you bring your hand to your mouth to bite your knuckles, pausing your breath.

toji rolls on his back, flipping you onto his chest as you remain smiling. your pooling wetness guarantees him a ludicrous feeling of warmth, and in return, his rock hardness fills you up deliciously.

you lay your head sideways on his chest, fingers sweetly scraping his side as you’re getting used to the sensation.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

you scoff, relaxing as he gifts you by running his fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp. “you’re so handsome, toji.”

he leans down to kiss you, once long, then just a peck for a good night’s sake.

“good night, pretty baby.”

“good night, toji.”

. . .

“shit. we didn’t check under the bed for monsters.” he taunts.

you squeeze.

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“i made this with ai” ok blocked

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𐔌 cw fauxcest, daddy kink. mdni.

father figure!toji was no stranger to you calling him daddy during sex, or well, more or less during domestic encounters.

but dropping dad, though? they are synonyms in general discussion alright, but context-wise…

“oh fuck, dad, right there!”

he’d be caught off guard, because - were you lisping? maybe you’d bitten down your words in the heat of an obscene moan?

you’d babble out apologies as toji would pause. the literatim difference is huge. “hic–‘m sorry daddy, i meant-hah-”

“oh but we both know what y’meant, doll.” he grumbles in response, and you wish you could hide, but what’s trapping you between these four walls is toji’s deltoid body caging you beneath.

your pupils blow wide open, their starry gleam reflecting the hulking man that’s been taking care of you for so long, managing to corrupt you in the process.

toji readjusting himself is a dizzying movement, your smaller frame rocking left-n-right felt like he’s about to withdraw himself - it’s a split second, though, because he’s drilling his cock right back into your drenched cunt. the amplitude almost feels sinister. you bring your hands to your face, one to cover your dirty mouth, the other to hold your head like a damsel in distress. like you didn’t enjoy every second of it. oh, you.

you splatter no, no, nos because apologies take too many vowels to form while your velvety walls are being fucked so deliciously by a heavy cock leaking too much cum for it to be called pre.

toji collects both your wrists with one calloused hand, pressing them against your heaving chest that’s trying to buffer your rapid heartbeat. “hah. go wit’ it then, sweetheart. let your dad make y’feel so good.”

grunting, he clutches the headboard to tower over you, thick, flexed thighs knocking yours upwards so he can shift closer. your lips go agape, eyebrows enlacing in worry. your cunt wrings toji’s shaft, begging him to dive deeper. doing exactly that, he spurs you on to continue calling out his name. “tojiii—”

no, not that. “uh-uh, kiddo,” he opposes, panting in the middle of a hip-slam. your bent legs hang loosely, and toji’s close to wearing one of them as an accessory on his shoulder.

as he fucks into you, eyes boring into yours with dark appetite, your leg falls right into place, heel digging into his upper back. his thick arm wraps around your thigh, bringing his hand to your erect nub to fog your mind. that, and his plap plap plaping wet thrusts got your sight yoyoing, and it doesn’t take long ‘til you cry out,

“dad, dad, dad! fuck, fuck, fuck!”

your voice is so sweet, you sound regretful until you suddenly don’t, and the acceptance goes riiight into your pulsating pussy splashing pearls of arousal.

“fuck—good, good fuckin’ kid.”

it all goes right into toji’s ego, too, and he’s bullying into your cervix, caked ropes of seed claiming you, webbing the much needed towel below you. moans after moans leave the two of you, thriving on the forbidden title.

“you are so messed up, little one.”

sure, you are, but he is enabling you. dad knows you best, right?

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES… TOJI. F

˚ ༘♡ SUMMARY OF SERIES - just a variety of different moments with your older roommate, Toji :3 (NOT IN ORDER)

MAY CONTAIN - Fluff, angst, suggestive, Father figure Toji, AGE GAP (20, 40), no plans for smut at the moment!!! But there will be

MORE INFO & DETAILS

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ITS OKAY, YOU'RE GOOD

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY SITTING ON ROOMMATE TOJI’S LAP

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PRANKING ROOMMATE TOJI THAT YOU’RE MOVING OUT FOR APRIL FOOLS

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI, "CAN YOU NOT GET A GIRLFRIEND?"

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ROOMMATE TOJI’S WEIRD HABIT???

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PARK KID ASKING IF YOU AND ROOMMATE TOJI ARE MARRIED

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ TOJI LOVES PETTING YOU

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ RANDOMLY HUGGING ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY MAKING ROOMMATE TOJI HARD

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ “PLAYFIGHTING” WITH ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ PUTTING FACE MASK ON ROOMMATE TOJI

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI TO GET YOUR TOWEL FOR YOU

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY CALLS ROOMMATE TOJI “DAD”

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ NEW DEAL

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ WATCHING A HORROR MOVIE WITH ROOMMATE TOJI

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𐔌 cw fauxcest, daddy kink. mdni.

father figure!toji was no stranger to you calling him daddy during sex, or well, more or less during domestic encounters.

but dropping dad, though? they are synonyms in general discussion alright, but context-wise…

“oh fuck, dad, right there!”

he’d be caught off guard, because - were you lisping? maybe you’d bitten down your words in the heat of an obscene moan?

you’d babble out apologies as toji would pause. the literatim difference is huge. “hic–‘m sorry daddy, i meant-hah-”

“oh but we both know what y’meant, doll.” he grumbles in response, and you wish you could hide, but what’s trapping you between these four walls is toji’s deltoid body caging you beneath.

your pupils blow wide open, their starry gleam reflecting the hulking man that’s been taking care of you for so long, managing to corrupt you in the process.

toji readjusting himself is a dizzying movement, your smaller frame rocking left-n-right felt like he’s about to withdraw himself - it’s a split second, though, because he’s drilling his cock right back into your drenched cunt. the amplitude almost feels sinister. you bring your hands to your face, one to cover your dirty mouth, the other to hold your head like a damsel in distress. like you didn’t enjoy every second of it. oh, you.

you splatter no, no, nos because apologies take too many vowels to form while your velvety walls are being fucked so deliciously by a heavy cock leaking too much cum for it to be called pre.

toji collects both your wrists with one calloused hand, pressing them against your heaving chest that’s trying to buffer your rapid heartbeat. “hah. go wit’ it then, sweetheart. let your dad make y’feel so good.”

grunting, he clutches the headboard to tower over you, thick, flexed thighs knocking yours upwards so he can shift closer. your lips go agape, eyebrows enlacing in worry. your cunt wrings toji’s shaft, begging him to dive deeper. doing exactly that, he spurs you on to continue calling out his name. “tojiii—”

no, not that. “uh-uh, kiddo,” he opposes, panting in the middle of a hip-slam. your bent legs hang loosely, and toji’s close to wearing one of them as an accessory on his shoulder.

as he fucks into you, eyes boring into yours with dark appetite, your leg falls right into place, heel digging into his upper back. his thick arm wraps around your thigh, bringing his hand to your erect nub to fog your mind. that, and his plap plap plaping wet thrusts got your sight yoyoing, and it doesn’t take long ‘til you cry out,

“dad, dad, dad! fuck, fuck, fuck!”

your voice is so sweet, you sound regretful until you suddenly don’t, and the acceptance goes riiight into your pulsating pussy splashing pearls of arousal.

“fuck—good, good fuckin’ kid.”

it all goes right into toji’s ego, too, and he’s bullying into your cervix, caked ropes of seed claiming you, webbing the much needed towel below you. moans after moans leave the two of you, thriving on the forbidden title.

“you are so messed up, little one.”

sure, you are, but he is enabling you. dad knows you best, right?

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𐔌 cw fauxcest, daddy kink. mdni.

father figure!toji was no stranger to you calling him daddy during sex, or well, more or less during domestic encounters.

but dropping dad, though? they are synonyms in general discussion alright, but context-wise…

“oh fuck, dad, right there!”

he’d be caught off guard, because - were you lisping? maybe you’d bitten down your words in the heat of an obscene moan?

you’d babble out apologies as toji would pause. the literatim difference is huge. “hic–‘m sorry daddy, i meant-hah-”

“oh but we both know what y’meant, doll.” he grumbles in response, and you wish you could hide, but what’s trapping you between these four walls is toji’s deltoid body caging you beneath.

your pupils blow wide open, their starry gleam reflecting the hulking man that’s been taking care of you for so long, managing to corrupt you in the process.

toji readjusting himself is a dizzying movement, your smaller frame rocking left-n-right felt like he’s about to withdraw himself - it’s a split second, though, because he’s drilling his cock right back into your drenched cunt. the amplitude almost feels sinister. you bring your hands to your face, one to cover your dirty mouth, the other to hold your head like a damsel in distress. like you didn’t enjoy every second of it. oh, you.

you splatter no, no, nos because apologies take too many vowels to form while your velvety walls are being fucked so deliciously by a heavy cock leaking too much cum for it to be called pre.

toji collects both your wrists with one calloused hand, pressing them against your heaving chest that’s trying to buffer your rapid heartbeat. “hah. go wit’ it then, sweetheart. let your dad make y’feel so good.”

grunting, he clutches the headboard to tower over you, thick, flexed thighs knocking yours upwards so he can shift closer. your lips go agape, eyebrows enlacing in worry. your cunt wrings toji’s shaft, begging him to dive deeper. doing exactly that, he spurs you on to continue calling out his name. “tojiii—”

no, not that. “uh-uh, kiddo,” he opposes, panting in the middle of a hip-slam. your bent legs hang loosely, and toji’s close to wearing one of them as an accessory on his shoulder.

as he fucks into you, eyes boring into yours with dark appetite, your leg falls right into place, heel digging into his upper back. his thick arm wraps around your thigh, bringing his hand to your erect nub to fog your mind. that, and his plap plap plaping wet thrusts got your sight yoyoing, and it doesn’t take long ‘til you cry out,

“dad, dad, dad! fuck, fuck, fuck!”

your voice is so sweet, you sound regretful until you suddenly don’t, and the acceptance goes riiight into your pulsating pussy splashing pearls of arousal.

“fuck—good, good fuckin’ kid.”

it all goes right into toji’s ego, too, and he’s bullying into your cervix, caked ropes of seed claiming you, webbing the much needed towel below you. moans after moans leave the two of you, thriving on the forbidden title.

“you are so messed up, little one.”

sure, you are, but he is enabling you. dad knows you best, right?

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18+ mdni; male!reader

puppy!reader mounting wolf!toji because their heat is just too overwhelming. you're so much smaller than him but you're making it work; toji's face is shoved down into the pillows and his back is arched as you drill your hips into his, drool dribbling from the side of his mouth because it all feels so good. his deep growls have turned into softer type of mewls instead, your balls hitting his with every messy thrust you make.

you feel delirious on top of him. your head is dizzy bc toji is just so fucking tight, and so fucking warm. but what gets you the most is just that he's even letting you do it - he's letting a little puppy like you mount him. you can't stop babbling about filling him up, about giving him your pups.

"to– toji, you're gonna take my– ahh knot, yeah?" you babble on top of him, your claws digging into the wolf's waist. you watch his muscles contract as he squirms below you. "please– fuck, please take it?"

all you get back is a grumble and it's enough. you press onto his lower back, making him arch even more and growl when toji's tight hole clenches around your cock. curses stumble from his scarred lips as you rut into him, pushing your tip against the sensitive spot inside him that's making his eyes roll back into his head.

a mixture of your own pre-cum and spit dribble down his heavy balls, making a proper mess of him. toji fucking loves it – your sloppy and desperate thrusts, your groans, the way you're gripping him, the way you're marking him up. bruises and red scratches adorn his skin, hickeys bloom on his neck and his thighs are littered with your teeth marks. toji has never felt like this before.

"fuck– c'mon, puppy." toji rasps from under you, his words a little muffled by the pillows. but you hear him clear and loud. "gimme yer knot."

sweat trickles from the side of your mouth as you push yourself flush against him, your hips stuttering as you cum inside him. your eyes are screwed shut and you can't fucking breathe – the feeling is just so overwhelming. and then toji's twitching and bucking back into you as he reaches his high just from the feeling of you filling him up.

it's so warm. it feels so fucking good. despite the sensitivity, you keep grinding into him – you never want to pull out.

"you're gonna have my puppies..." you sound delirious, your mind tunnel visioning on the task of keeping all your cum inside him.

the knot.

toji's eyes crack open at the feel of the base of your cock swelling up and stretching his hole even wider. "oh– "

your hold on him is bruising. you've never had the chance to knot toji before, not anybody for that matter, so this is all new. and you're addicted. you need to do it again. and again. and again. the sight of your wolf boyfriend bent over before you with your markings all over his big body and your fat knot inside him – yeah, you're definitely doing this again.

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