ah yes, winding down from a super stressful uni week with a few glasses of wine, and going on your third on, raising it with an emphathetic
"CHEESE!"
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𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / daddy kink / slight somnophilia?? but like not entirely / reader is mildly physically ill / m!masturbation / thigh fucking / pet names (baby + babygirl + good girl)
toji wakes up with a hard cock and he tries to let it go because he’s been holding you in his arms; you’re feverish and sleeping restlessly unless he’s got a good hold on you, so that’s how he stays. but still, his body betrays him.
he can’t ignore the ache, not when you’re looking so cute even in your state of illness, so he palms himself through his sweats and it only gets worse; thinks he might be able to quietly rub one out while you’re still asleep, but the movement and lack of contact from him wakes you up.
“fuck baby, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you up.” maybe he should’ve gotten up, but he didn’t want to leave your side, so now your eyelids are fluttering open to the sight of toji on his back behind you, slowly jerking his cock and cursing himself for disturbing you.
even though you feel rough, there’s something about it that makes you wanna help, to be included somehow. “you can use me… to help,” you mumble sleepily, and he shakes his head.
“nah, don’t worry about it baby. just try to go back to sleep, okay?” he rubs your arm a little roughly but affectionately, and unfortunately touching you only makes him harder.
it’s your turn to shake your head this time. “just do it. want you to.” your voice is feeble, but still his favorite sound. toji leans in to press a kiss to the back of your neck and contemplate for a moment what he should do. you’re sick and he’s throbbing, and fuck you’re still just offering yourself up to him like such a perfect little thing. he can’t fight the temptation.
toji rolls back onto his side and presses his chest to your back, holding you close once again and breathing against your neck. “gonna let daddy use you a little?” he asks, brushing your hair away and placing kisses against your skin, holding your leg up a bit, and then slipping his cock between your thighs.
eyes closed again, you nod and scoot back against him. you don’t need to say anything else.
“yeah, that’s a good girl.” he presses one last kiss up against your temple and starts to rock his hips, dragging his length back and forth between your thighs with a satisfied groan. once he sets a rhythm, he drops your leg back down and lets the pressure around him increase.
you’re a little too disoriented and wanting to drift back to sleep to do much other than just lay there, but you do manage to gently hold onto the arm he now has wrapped around your waist as he fucks your thighs.
toji’s speed starts to increase and he does his best to handle you with care, to not lose himself and go too crazy on your poor body, but the motion does jostle you enough to have you furrowing your brows a bit. he can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing, but you look so fucking adorable either way.
“i know, babygirl, i know. daddy’s almost done,” he breathes in your ear and goes a little faster, still gritting his teeth and trying to keep himself in check until he eventually spills across your leg and onto the sheets, pumping out his orgasm with a few final stuttered thrusts.
toji breathes and kisses the back of your neck in appreciation. you’re already being pulled back into sleep and he uses a couple of tissues from the box next to the bed to clean up the mess in the meantime, not wanting to disturb you further. he feels just a little fucked up over it all, but you seem perfectly content to snuggle back into him and soak in all the extra heat as you fall asleep.
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Look here's the thing guys, if you keep going "Wow this Moffat episode was great, and that one, oh and that one too, but *OOOOH I HATE STEVEN MOFFAT AND HE'S TERRIBLE AND CAN'T WRITE AT ALL*"" then like... I've got news for ya, maybe you don't actually hate Moffat as much as you think.
It's OK, you don't have to have a burning parasocial hatred for this one sixty-two year-old Scottish man. In fact, it's honestly kinda weird to still have an obsessive hatred for Moffat in the year of our Lord 2024, but that's just my opinion, take it or leave it. If you wanna take aim at legitimate overly smug asshole writers who also happen to be terrible people... I mean, Joss Whedon is right over there guys, c'mon, what are we even doing here?
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