grignardsreagent

[grignardsreagent]

best toji fic

Good Girl !

Good girls get bred <3

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content Warnings: toji breeding smut below cut, DOWN BAD toji, descriptive dialogue, pussydrunk man, tw pregnancy talk

A/N: fastest thing i've ever written omg it was so inspiring this might be it guys my magnum opus

FWAP FWAP FWOP GRR PLAP SMACK OH OH RIGHT THERE HUH BABY? YOU CLOSE? GONNA BReED YOU MAMA OH MM YEAH FEEL YOU FLUTTERING ROUND ME JUST LIEK THAT YEAH GOOD GIRL OH CUMMING CUMMING INSIDE

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a slap to your cheek brought you back. your eyes zoned in to how fucked out you looked in the mirror. your back arched and face wet with tears and dried cum, your teeth bit and gnawed mindlessly into the big hand that kept you from screaming. all you could feel was pleasure, and it got worse as you made eye contact with the man in the mirror. “c‘mon baby, can’t zone out on me.” toji was mean, a big meany with a even bigger cock. he wasn’t what you needed but wanted so so bad. your body shook beneath him, ass clapping against his cock as he fucked you like a fuck toy. your hands pressed against the cool floor hoping to regain a little piece of your mind but you couldn’t and toji definitely wouldn’t allow you to.

slapping your ass he angled himself, your cunt wet and hot. molding to every vein that he carried on his fat dick. you felt him go deeper, your breath becoming stuck in your throat, ears ringing - and your pudgy stomach poking out a little more as if you were bloated. “that’s my good girl” his rough voice spoke into the air. you moaned loud, a chuckle leaving his raspy throat before a deep growl. “stop squeezing my cock darlin” you stared into the mirror, eyes crossing and pussy clenching over and over. your ass hole puckered and unpuckerd, toji looking at it and spitting on it before easing his chubby thumb in.

“i.said.stop.” using his thumb in your ass he pushed you back on his cock, pretty pussy making noise as he fed it dick and pre cum. he watched as cream dripped onto the floor, your pussy sticky and wet. “messy thing, you love this huh baby?” toji made eye contact with you, staring deep in your soul. you nodded, nodded fast, moaning; voice gone. your eyes could only stay glued to his pretty face, trying to keep consciousness. but you were losing. “c-can’t” you barely whispered, pussy red and sore, filled so much that you couldn’t take anymore. “yes you can.” toji said fucking you harder. “look how this pretty pussy is taking me, she wants it. so do you” he gripped your chin with his unoccupied hand, making you look into the mirror.

“two sluts who are only for my pleasure” toji’s cock jerked inside of you, more cream seeping from between you two. “who’s are you baby?” he said gently, balls slapping against your pussy, and thumb fucking into your ass. he broke you. broke you so bad that you could only whisper his name, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of you head. your pussy squirted everywhere and for hours it felt like. the last thing you could hear was toji saying fuck breathlessly, his balls scrunching and his thick cum filling your hole.

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FEELING FROGGY? LEAP!

───✦ FROG!TOJI X READER

♡ summary: he may not be some prince charming, but toji was determined to show you there are other ways to reach a happy ending.

♡ wc: 7k

♡ content warnings: fem! camgirl! reader, frog! toji, teasing (unintentionally), filming, brief mentions of starving (he is trying to switch back by starving himself), crèàmpies, toy usage, brief mentions of murder, jealousy, manhandling, running from it, choking, toji has a big d, fìngering, rough sex, tummy bulges, r is squeamish, overstim, petnames, praise, unprotected, multiple rounds, possessive elements, reverse cowgirl, backshōts, size difference, spánking, hair pulling, sqúriting, body worship, pwp, p slapping.

♡ a/n: apothecary diaries mention (empire one too lwk)

He was going to kill that bitch who put him in this predicament and then he was going to get you for actually thinking he was a frog and keeping him as your pet.

Unfortunately, Toji was transformed into a frog after fighting a sorcerer with a weird technique. They are no longer with us, but that's besides the point. Although the sorcerer is gone, he is going to kill the person who hired him for not telling him about that “small” technique. However, he will do that after collecting his check.

The biggest issue preventing him from getting his revenge was you, after finding him on your windowsill you collected him as a real frog. Coddling him, giving him food to eat, and making sure he didn't take a foot outside.

Those aren't even bad, if anything he could bask in the attention and free housing but unknowingly you have a terrible habit of teasing him.

He was so particularly frustrated both mentally and sexually.

It's torture, coming in from shopping or whatever you do outside, you undress at the door tossing your clothing into the hamper. Parading around the house in just your panties and bra or if he was lucky you would at least wear a shirt. Although it was a small relief, the shirt was thin as hell and you never wore a bra under so he could still see whatever was “hidden” underneath.

At night however was where his sanity was tested, in your bedroom he could hear the sounds of you streaming. At first, it sounds like those regular ones he saw on social media a few times until they would quickly shift into whatever perverted fantasy you wanted to reenact with your viewers. Even in his new form, his senses weren't dulled. He could hear each thrust, moan, and notification you got. Every few minutes you read one out letting the compliment go to your ego, thanking them, and teasing them on through the screen.

He has never seen you stream, fortunately, Toji doesn't think he would stay sane if he had to sit there and watch you get off. Perverts behind the screen begging to touch you or what they wanted to do to you didn't even compare to what he was thinking. Other than what he would do to the person who hired him, he made a promise to get you back for all the shit you were putting him through. With interest of course.

The issue was, Toji just had to figure out how the hell he was going to get out, or if he could. He tried starving himself to see if dying as a frog would transform him back, however realizing Toji’s suicidal mission you rushed him to the vet for a shot. Now you watched him eat, sitting in front of his terrarium. Occasionally you would eat with him, probably thinking it would make him feel better. In a way it did, he hasn't eaten with another person in years. It was a nice change but it would be infinitely better if he were in his human form.

“Jinshi? I'm home!” you cheered coming through the door with a bag from PetSmart, perhaps it was because he was a frog but the food wasn't half bad. Jinshi wasn't even his name but after seeing him you declared it instantly. He would much prefer to hear you screaming his actual name instead but he can work with this, for now. “I got you some more food, I hate touching it but if it's for you…” You pulled your face away from looking inside the bag.

“I was gone for so long, the cashier and I were talking, honestly kind of cute but I have a feeling he might recognize me.” you rambled, pulling out one of the bags full of bloodworms, with a heavily gloved hand and a big pair of tweezers you plucked a few out and dropped them in his habitat. Swiftly closing the bag tightly and putting the rest up into containers, you screamed loudly when one of them escaped.

“C’mon! Ugh, okay…” You tried hyping yourself up to pick up the worm off the ground. Even at its pace, you were somehow slower than it to capture it. If he were able to, he would've picked it up by now, maybe scare you with it, but still pick it up way faster than the 10 minutes it took you to. “Jinshi! I did it, did you see that?!” You were so happy that you even petted him a little bit from inside the terrarium.

He couldn't wait to get his hands on you. He was tempted to hop out and climb onto your hand knowing you would back out in fear, and finally make his grand escape. However, if he did do that, it wouldn't make his life easier. Then he would have to find somewhere else to live and it's not like he can do anything in the form he has taken now. Settling he gave you a ribbet as a reward for your bravery.

He would have to postpone your introduction to his cursed worm, if you would even see it. You can barely handle the small ones, this was closer to your size, you might pass out on the spot. You haven't gone screaming about ghosts, so he doubts it.

“Aww Jinshi, my sweet baby. I'm so happy I found you,” you said fondly, being extra gentle with his skin, even kissing the outside of the tank. Almost by instinct, he went to kiss it back but he couldn't so he stuck his tongue out and outlined the pink glossy imprint. It was the closest he was going to get to “kissing” you so he was going to take the opportunity.

Based on your insistent squealing, the act seemed to please you. What he didn't expect was tears to start falling from your pretty eyes, they were fat, coming down in laughter as you stretched your arms out to hug the tank.

“What would I do without you, Jinshi?” thoroughly happy you went into your room to begin your nightly escapades. Usually starting setup around sunset and continuing later in the night. He has never seen you go to work or even do something remote so he assumed you made a good amount from streaming.

“Hey guys, did you miss me? I surely missed you!” you greeted saying hello to the early birds. It was usually the same people, after a while he recognised some names but he didn't bother remembering them. “Digimonmaster66, thank you for the 5,000 coins!” Toji didn't know how much that was in real currency but the prick always started with that amount for every stream. Considering how happy you sounded when that notification came through, it had to be a substantial amount.

You usually spent the first 30 minutes or so talking to them about your day, sometimes mentioning that you had a frog. Today however you went into immense detail about Toji or “Jinshi” and how he just made you so happy. “He is so big for a frog-yes, I did name him after that!”

That was news to him, he didn't even know there was someone who inspired his new name. He remembers when you first saw him, completely and utterly terrified but then after a few glances that turned into long stares you opened your window. He only hopped in to see your reaction but instead of the fear he was sort of looking for, your eyes brightened up and closed the window behind him, effectively trapping the frog in your home.

He doesn't know what was going through your mind to keep a frog as a pet when you were scared of everything. Your trust in him was officially set when he ate a spider that found its way into your home, something in his mind was telling him to eat it. So he did not expect it to taste as good as it did. In that moment as he swallowed it you named him on the spot. “Jinshi, you saved me! I thought I would need to call my neighbor again,” you claimed, putting on your keys and coat, and placing him in a wet container, taking him to a pet store to get him things to get started with in his new home.

“Mmh you guys are so smart, just for that I think I'll get you guys a reward.” Your pitch was slower, a little more sexy as you thought of rewards for them. The real one who needed a reward was Toji, who would do you so much better than those twerps jacking off at the sight of your cleavage. They only got to see it when you turned the cameras on but him, but he got to see it every day. Just for him as you sat next to him by the window twirling a bit of your hair.

He has memorized almost every single pair of undergarments you owned, there were probably a few you weren't wearing out in your rotation but got to see them nonetheless.

“I have just the idea, brb.” you giggled, he could hear the rustling of clothing and zippers. By the time you were done, he could hear the vague sound of latex, maybe rubber? Whatever it was, it was squeaky. Hopping onto the bed you turned back on the cameras. “I saw this being requested in my inbox so much that I had to put it on to show you. I wasn't going to stream today but I got too excited.” he wants to see, shouldn't he get a reward too? Toji’s jealousy towards the audience only grew at each sweet moan he wished he could capture with his own lips, gasping as you described wanting to fondle their chests and show them ‘how good they were’ to you.

“Aww CursedCK thank you for the 6,000 coins, you see how happy you're making us.” You moaned, the nasty wet squelching he could only guess was you fingering yourself. The pace was slow, agonizingly slow, Toji would go faster. Piston his fingers so deep inside preparing you for his cock, watching you come undone beneath him. Make you scream louder than anyone else could, show you he is the only one to make you feel that way.

“You see how ready I am for you, I'm aching,” you whined, the bed rocking against the wall for a moment. There was silence for a bit until you let out a loud moan. “Mmhm, I couldn't wait any longer. You deserve it.” you giggled, the notifications went crazy one after another, barely milliseconds apart. That seemed to turn you on even more, whatever you were fucking yourself on was moving at a rapid speed, chasing your orgasm along with your audience.

“Fuck- so good, I'm so close.” Your voice was airy and light almost like you were asking. “Yes, yes! I want you inside, filling me till I can't go on anymore.” With a scream, you came. For most, the stream would end but today you were in a good mood, riding out the rest of your release, he could hear the sound of you pulling out what was inside. Catching your breath you thanked your viewers for helping you.

“40,000 coins, that's a lot. Thank you so much. I think I might cum again if I keep looking at it.” Considering you're the same person who almost cried when you saw Toji climbing the tank to escape, he thinks you just might. When he leaves he will need to look up the conversions, if it's good enough to make you nut then he might need to switch professions.

“Don't worry, I have something else for you.” Shutting off the cameras you walked into the living room, you dragged a large machine into your bedroom struggling just a bit to get off the ground. Muttering that you didn't want to scratch the floors. Toji could have sworn his brain short-circuited a little, you were wearing a leather set, similar to a dominatrix. Long black thigh-high boots and gloves even had the bunny mask sitting on top of your head. When you bent over for the machine he could see the slightest sliver of a jeweled plug in your ass.

Could it really get worse than this? Hearing you get off on a fucking machine, or what he assumes based on the sound and your comments about finally getting fucked from behind after so long. It was insufferable to listen to. Even worse that he couldn't see and everyone else could.

“I-I think we broke a record today, I feel a bit numb.” You were still catching your breath, the comments were getting spammed so those who wanted to get noticed would opt for sending coins instead. “Thank you DigimonMaster66 for being my top gifter today, I can't wait to show you how you've made me.” saying your final goodbyes closing the stream accepting the last few coins.

When you walked out of the room your legs were slick with fluids, Toji wanted to stick his tongue out and clean up the mess you made. If it weren't for this dreaded form.

As always you wore an old shirt with some panties, different from the leather lingerie set. They were still nice, more put on for comfort than to show off. “Jinshi? I thought you were asleep, baby?” Noticing he was still awake you made your way over to a bottle of water and vitamins in your hands. “I'm starting to think you have insomnia…Maybe I should get you checked out again?” Your voice was laced with concern rubbing on the tank like you were caressing his face. He would play nice for now, the veterinarian was a whole new hell unto itself.

“I'm not very tired myself, let's watch a movie, ‘kay.” You smiled plopping down on the couch as you scrolled through some of the movies. You gasped at one of the selections clicking on it immediately, “This used to be my favorite!” hurriedly clicking play the introduction scene started.

Toji didn't watch movies so as the animation played he wasn't familiar. If anything he was more interested in the plot, kissing a frog to break the curse. He didn't even think of that as an option to break out of this body. As ridiculous as it sounded he was tempted to test the theory.

All he needed to do was wait for his plan to be set in motion.

“Look Jinshi, isn't that so romantic? I was Tiana for 3 years straight for Halloween, maybe I can do it again this year. You can be my Naveen!” you giggled watching the marriage scene unfold.

“Ribbet.”

“I can even get you an outfit if they have that for frogs, would you like that?”

“Ribbet.”

“Okay, I'll stop talking.” The excitement was already boiling as you continued to watch the end of the movie, and by the last 10 minutes, you were out like a light. Snoring lightly on the cushions, the television playing similar movies.

The following days went by as usual but instead of streaming every other night like you would before now you were going out. Coming back hungover or not coming back at all. It was a stark difference from how you were previously, it's not like you were neglecting him, his food came on the regular, and his habitat was cleaned routinely. However, he couldn't help but feel like something was going on.

His suspicions were confirmed when you left earlier in the day dressing up all pretty even curling your hair and leaving out. You mentioned something about “this one might work out,” before leaving but he didn't quite know the context. The lock turned, but there wasn't one voice like usual, rather there were two. Yours he recognised but the other was unfamiliar, a man's voice for sure, his face however, was a little, but he couldn't remember where.

“Mmh- at least wait till we get inside,” you laughed, pulling him down to kiss you further. The man gripped you closer, feeling on your ass molding the fat within his fingers. You yelped as he lifted you from the ground, laying your body on the empty dining room table. He was sure to take his shoes off but they were scattered and not neatly put like the rest. How impatient.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't take his eyes off the sight. It was unbearable but when else would he get to see you like this, it only became too much when you started moaning the other man's name. “Jeremiah,” you whined so sweetly.

No way you fucking a guy named Jeremiah. Was this your type, medium men who can't even hold you up for more than a minute? He couldn't watch this anymore, actually, he never wanted to see it again unless it was him enjoying the way your lips moved to say his name.

“Ribbet!” It was a lot louder than any of the other ones he had ever given you. It grabbed your attention immediately, your head snapping in his direction.

“Jinshi I'm sorry, I'll be quiet, okay?” you smiled, it was a little lopsided but with Toji’s presence now aware by the couple. You led Jeremiah to your bedroom. When he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Insanely so. Jeremiah lasted a total of 2 minutes and 2 seconds, before tapping out. No foreplay, rubbed your clit a little bit, before shoving his dick in. When he finally pulled out, he offered to cum on your stomach but you immediately declined.

If your streams were anything to go off of you were loud, you like to talk. But now you were quiet giving him a few noises, adjacent to sighs. It was a sad listen, you seemed so excited to. Toji could do you so much better. Watching the guy leave high and proud irked the fuck out of Toji— he remembered his face just in case he needed to add him to his shit list when he got out. It was the most pathetic fuck he's ever seen (heard).

Once you shut the door behind the guy making sure it was loud enough to send a message you hurried back to your room and gave yourself what you needed. Fucking yourself on a vibrator, it seemed to do the job. Orgasming within a few minutes, not loud but a lot louder than you were with Jeremiah.

Your mood for the morning after was shitty at best. A scowl was left on your face and you had a straight attitude. Feeding him a few bugs not even flinching when one tried to crawl out, even though they knew not to fuck with you right now. “We are never going to that PetSmart again.” Then it clicked, that's where Toji recognised him. The cashier there, his face was so plain no wonder it didn't ring a bell.

It was pitiable watching you mope around the apartment even wearing shorts, they must have really pissed you off. One thing he also noticed is that when you were done feeding him you didn't close the lip all the way leaving a small gap that he could escape out of.

Making your way back into your room playing a show on your surround sounds probably just letting it become background noise he could hear the slightest sound of you snoring. As much as it sucks to make his grand escape while you were grieving your crush, he had things he needed to do. Yours would be temporary, his condition however may become permanent if he doesn't do something about it.

It was easy getting out, his feet and hands easily gripped onto the glass as he climbed out. It felt weird being out of the cage for so long, it was freeing. This would be his first time coming this far into the home, sneaking under the door into your room where you slept. Approaching your body you had drool spilling out in the corner of your mouth, even ditched the shorts. He had to make this quick if it failed then he was fucked.

Landing on your chin, he brought his mouth to your sleeping one, not much he could really expect to touch lips. He stood there for a minute or so, but nothing happened. He didn't feel any different, no magical sparkles transforming him. Nothing.

He fell on your lower face, and he would be stuck like this. It was hopeless, he would need to get used to listening to you talking about getting fucked or getting fucked for the rest of his life. At least it was free, not a dime coming out of his account- his account. He still didn't get paid, that asshat is running amok thinking Toji let him off scotch free with a free hit.

He was so fucked.

He laughed to himself thinking about how he got himself here. At least it felt nice being skin to skin with you finally, he hates being so slimy all the time, now he got some air to dry up. He was just going to lie there until you realised and would take him back to the tank, maybe you would bring him into your room at some point. Until you started groaning, and struggling underneath him.

“Get off, you're heavy,” you grumbled, still half asleep. Toji obeyed, moving over onto the other side, his body weight making the bed bounce a bit on his side. Wait, body weight! Snapping up, Toji looked at his hands, flesh, veins, and actual fingers. It worked! Quickly grabbing clothing from your drawers, everything being way too small but he couldn't walk out bare naked, he would find himself in a different kind of jail. He really didn't feel like dealing with cops right now either.

The moonlight graced his skin in its glow, and he felt renewed. He was a man on a mission, first, he needed to pay a visit to that geezer who hired him in the first place.

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10 days

Jinshi has been gone for 10 days now. You've tried searching everywhere for him, but nothing. You were heartbroken, you thought you were finally getting somewhere with him. He was hostile the first few weeks but he eventually started letting you touch him. Now he is gone, maybe forever.

You still kept his food, in hopes he would come back eventually but then you hated having to look at it. All it reminded you of was Jinshi. You could only hope he was doing good, finding happiness elsewhere if it wasn't with you. You hadn't streamed since he left, the vibe just wasn't right and to be honest, you were getting quite bored with your current content. Scrolling through your emails you saw brand offers and product testing but a certain email caught your eye. Another creator was offering to partner with you on each other's streams.

You hadn't thought about having someone else on stream with you, perhaps that's what you needed. The streamer wasn't exactly your type, he reminded you of Jeremiah, fucking bitch. Just thinking about him made you mad, he hyped himself up only to do that shit to you. You thought it was cute how he watched your streams, but it became too much when that was all he talked about. Couldn't even fuck you right. A tried and true, two-pump chump.

It had been even quieter without Jinshi, although he was very quiet, his presence filled the empty space of your large penthouse. It got lonely sometimes, with no one else to talk to you decided perhaps it was time to say hello to your awaiting viewers.

Setting up you only wore a simple tank top and some shorts, nothing dressed up. They want you to take it off anyway, not that you were mad. Going naked in your apartment was normal, you only wore a shirt sometimes because you felt bad for Jinshi having to watch you naked. The stream started up, your regulars coming in fast. Streaming fed your ego graciously making you feel less lonely than you were.

“Hey, did you miss me? Oh, thank you DigimonMaster66 for the 5,000 coins." Some comments were asking how you were doing other more graphic things about wanting you to take your clothes off. “You always know how to make my day!” The guy was a whale spending almost 8 thousand dollars per stream and that doesn't even include private tips and chats. The most was 15 thousand and that was a few months ago when you cosplayed as his favorite digimon on stream. He was truly your favorite, others tried topping him but no one could.

“Oh, welcome SSKiller0T, oh…oh my gosh. Thank you!” Your mood was instantly improved when you received the 20,000 coins, someone knows how to enter a stream. Today you didn't plan on doing anything, just talking, viewers who have seen you before understood, others maybe not.

“Actually I am pretty sad. Jinshi, my frog, ran away. I am just so upset. We were doing so well, and even worse this guy I was talking to couldn't satisfy me.” You were leaning way into this bit, being dramatic enough for your viewers to feel bad. If they were still going to jerk off, you might as well give them a voice to do it with. “You ruined me for everyone else, now I can only get off with you.” That rubbed your viewers the right way because the gifts were coming in, even getting a notification that someone brought an item off your wishlist. If you were going to grieve the loss of your pet then at least you could profit off of it, maybe use it to hire a team to find him.

“SSKiller0T, you're really going in it today. Who knows, if you do good I might add you to my sweethearts list." He was constantly donating, making his presence known. Even your top-gifter was noticing and was trying to “up” him in tips. Who were you to stop friendly competition, all it was doing was filling your pockets.

You let them battle it out while you spoke to your other viewers, asking about them and what they would like to see. Knowing it would most likely be the next stream. All of it was clique stuff, they usually said this stuff. “Actually I was thinking of starting an OnlyFans, so then you guys could see me and not miss a stream. I will still stream but it's good for people who are in a different time zone or working hard for me.” It was just a suggestion but the comments seemed to enjoy the idea immensely. Flooding your comments with yeses.

“Okay then sounds like a deal then, I'll let you go now. I have work to do!” Waving goodbye you need the stream quickly. As expected DigimonMaster66 was your top-gifted but only by 1 coin. How petty. However, the newcomer came a close second. They were 10,000 coins away from breaking your 70,000 coin record. Not too shabby for someone who has joined your stream for the first time. Hopefully, he would be back in the next stream.

Getting to work you spent the next few days filming content for your new OnlyFans. Most of it would be uploaded so you wanted at least a week's worth of content for the page. It felt different not filming in front of an audience, hopefully, they would like the change.

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You really missed Jinshi, out of habit you would let your presence be known when coming home but there was no one else with you anymore. “Jinshi I'm home!” you said in vain. Sometimes you hoped to see him where you found him on your windowsill. Unfortunately for you, there was a weirdo following you outside the shop, you noticed him in the store following you out. You picked up your pace debating calling an Uber but you didn't want this freak following you. Staying in the busier streets hoping that would deter him but he came up to tap your shoulder.

You yelped in fear, your hand instinctively reaching for the pepper spray. “It's you, I knew you looked familiar but it really is you!” The man looked at you with a relieved look on his face as he grabbed you by the shoulders. Pulling the spray out of your bag you had it almost out till a man came up behind him pulling him away from you.

“Watch the fuck out, loser.” The man was much bigger than the guy who approached you. Pushing him out of the way, he looked between you and the staring passersby he ran away in the opposite direction. “You alright?” your mysterious savior asked, bringing his attention to you.

You nodded, thanking him profusely for helping you. Although you planned on peppering the fuck out of the asshole either method worked. At least one saves you a trip to the police station. He was hot, like really hot. Offering to walk you back home you accepted letting the handsome stranger walk with you home.

Other than his pretty face he wasn't a half bad talker either, listening to you rant about anything. It was nice, and reminded you of your sweet Jinshi. The scar on the corner of his lip garnered your attention making you wonder what could have happened. It was a little sexy, made you wonder what it would feel like on your lips.

His presence was comforting and familiar even though you had never met him before. You're sure you would remember him if you'd met before. When he laughed at your jokes your face would heat up, the arm he had on the small of your back didn't help much either.

At your apartment you expected him to leave at the entrance but he followed you upstairs, maybe you should have stopped him but at your door, you shyly kissed him on the corner of his mouth where his scar was at. You didn't want your interaction to end here. Something about him made you want to invite him in, even if he was a stranger you'd never met before.

No risk, no reward, right?

“You're so tight, baby, no one's treating you like you should, are they?” he cooed fingers curled up inside your walls. Leading him into your apartment you expected him to get straight to business for a quick fuck but after spending so much time running his mouth up and down your body he was being patient.

You shook your head, your back arching off of the bed as the pads of his fingers pressed into the g-spot. Once finding it he didn't leave it alone, pistoning his fingers inside of you at a delicious speed. His palm is flat against your clit making you closer and closer. Bringing his mouth to your nipple, twirling his tongue around the bud. “Doing so good, don't cum just yet,” he ordered taking as much of your tit into his mouth. You nodded a little out of it, all you needed was to cum.

Rolling your hips to meet his fingers, he smelled good. If he is this good at fingering you couldn't wait to get him inside of you, put Jeremiah to shame with his sorry ass. Changing your position he brought you to his lap, your body facing the already set up camera. You don't remember leaving it there, hopefully your guest didn't mind.

“Password?”

“What?” You focused your eyes on his hands opening your laptop, opening it right to your streaming page. “How-” you yelped as his fingers hit that sweet spot again. He repeated himself again, sucking hickies on your neck. Naturally, you rocked your ass against his hard cock, the imprint was big. You wanted it inside.

“I thought you missed me? Don't want to show your viewers your sweet frog anymore?” Like ice dumped on your head, you froze up, snapping your head behind you towards him. He had a smug grin on his face, the scar following his lips.

“What a-are you talking about?” trying to form coherent sentences but it just felt so good. He went on to describe things you only told to the frog going into graphic detail about your daily life, how you talked to him, and how terrible your last hookup went. It was ridiculous, the man with his fingers 6 inches deep inside of you was your pet, your frog that ran away. “That makes no sense.”

“Don't worry about it, we have all the time in the world for that baby,” he said, kissing your cheek, like you were under a trance you shakily typed in your password. The page opened to your dashboard. Navigating to set up for streaming, your camera was connected making it easier to click play. “You read my mind, good job.” he rewarded you by letting you ride up that high you were chasing. Walls clutching around his digits as you came.

“Say hi,” still intoxicated from your orgasm you wave lazily to the camera. The comments were flooded especially with the abrupt stream. Spreading his fingers toward the camera gooey clear fluids coating them, he sucked them dry groaning at the taste.

You exceeded his expectations greatly, all the times he imagined what you would taste like didn't compare to this. It was addictive. It was almost worth being stuck as a frog for a month and a half. Almost worth watching sorry losers jerk off to what they wish they could have. He simply wanted to show them what they would never have. You cried when his hand came down to lightly slap your pussy bringing your attention back to him, the gifts were already coming in. The loud chimes are adding to your arousal.

“You see how wet she got, soaking my pants.” There was a large dark spot where your cunt leaked, the comments were crazy asking for a close-up or begging to edge you. “No, no, she needs to be filled up.” He shook his head, lifting your body so that he could take off his sweatpants. Nodding you pressed a finger to your hole a string of clear fluid followed. Holding you up the tip kissed your clit as he rubbed it across. He was soaking his cock with your lips, you whined each time he missed the entrance dragging out each action.

“Fill me up, please.”

“Toji,” he whispered in your ear, the head of his cock slamming into you. You gasped for air holding onto whatever to keep you grounded. It did take long for him to bottom out. His arms were still holding you up, keeping you from getting all of him. Giving just enough time to adjust he lifted you up thrusting back inside. His calloused finger rubbed your clit making the filthy squelching in the room even louder.

It was too much, drool was starting to fall from your mouth. Unable to close your mouth to be quiet, if your neighbors didn't hear you before they were definitely hearing you now. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, each thrust he would go deep till you could see the faint bulge of his cock poking through your stomach.

“You see that, all me right there,” you screamed when his palm pressed down on it as he continued fucking you dumb. Whatever he did to turn back you wished he had done it earlier, all this time with him and you were missing out on dick like this.

Feeling that familiar coil grow in your core, you kissed Toji's chin, which was soft. Hickies started to bloom in the places you sucked at, leaving your own mark on him. Who knows if he runs away again?

Shattering your body leaned forward your toes curling inwards. “S-slow down.” You bit your lip, his pace didn't slow chasing his own orgasm. You tried to push back but his stronghold on you prevented you from doing so.

“Where ya’ want it?” he gripped your thighs, drawing sweet moans from your throat. His voice was low and raspy, pulling you further into him.

“You did say you needed to fill me up,” you tried holding on feeling another orgasm coming on. “Don't go back on your word.” he let out a low grunt one arm taking both of your legs to hold you up. Grabbing you by the cheeks squishing them roughly, forcing you to look into your laptop and the scene.

You almost forgot about your audience, drowning out the notifications too distracted by Toji.

Slamming you down on his cock he moaned loudly into your neck his seed painting your walls white. Twitching you hadn't even realized you came, the sheets below you thoroughly soaked in your release. Even the laptop screen was wet.

Lifting your head up making you look straight into the camera. Seed leaking onto the sheets, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. “Sorry ass Jeremiah and Digi- whatever the fuck his corny ass name is, wish they had you like this,” he growled stuffing his cock impossibly deeper.

“You do, you do Toji,” you yelped, looking toward the laptop at him, that alone was making him get hard again.

“That's right.” he grinned, biting your neck, there was a red mark, any harder it would've drawn blood. It hurt like a bitch but somehow you didn't mind it. Even after insulting your top gifter, a tip came in from DigimonMaster66. “You don't remember your manners now?”

“Thank you, D-DigimonMaster66!”

“That's my girl, now bend over, gotta make up for all those times you teased me.”

Roughly pushing your head into the mattress with an oof, not one did his cock leave your insides. Sucking him back in each time his hips even threatened to leave you. In your bliss, you didn't hear him say something to you earning a hard slap on the ass.

His hand left a red handprint on your left ass cheek, burning substantially. “You like that?”

Slap!

“Don't just nod, let me hear you.”

“Yes,” you choked out your hands reaching for the edge of the bed for balance. The sheet was starting to come off, not giving you much grip on it. “I love it!”

Rubbing his hand up your spine, feeling each ridge. Toji pulled out, cock wet in your mixed fluids, he rubbed it against your ass smearing the liquids. Your hole clenched around nothing, the loss of his dick making you whine. Arching your back deeper, looking back at him, he was admiring his work. Marveling at your wrecked hole.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer-” pulling you by the hair, so your face was in frame. He was too tall so it only showed his traps and below. Thrusting back into you, not giving you a chance to breathe. His thrusts were hard, the skin to skin echoing throughout the room. The force rocked your body forward.

“Fuckin- attitude.” Letting your hair go you tried pulling back from his hips but he grabbed your neck. Similar to a warning his hand only sat that daring you, ‘run from it and watch what happens.’ Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, it was all so much. You would have never thought Toji would be so rough in bed, maybe it was your punishment for bringing another man over. To be fair you thought he was just a really cute frog, not a really hot guy who happened to be turned into a frog.

“Smart ass mouth of yours, suck.” Opening your mouth wide he stuck two on his fingers in your mouth. Mimicking how you would around his cock you took them as deep as he would allow. He groaned, throwing his head slightly back as you moaned around his digits. “Eyes up, princess.”

Looking back at the camera, you were sure you looked a mess, much different than how you started earlier. Tear-stained cheeks, running mascara, hair messy from his rough handling, and lip-bitten lips. Your audience was loving it though, probably the most wrecked they have ever seen you. “Oh- don't stop, yes there, oh my god.” You cried his fingers releasing from your mouth to let you breathe. His balls slapping at your clit, was the perfect combination to your euphoria.

His grip on your throat tightened, restricting some of your airway, and your eyes were starting to roll back no matter how much you tried to keep your eyes on the camera. It was too good, you felt like you were losing your mind.

Your body jerked instinctively pulling away from cock when you came, it earned you a slap on the ass making you cum even harder. “T-toji, too much,” you begged in choked sobs. Your pussy was becoming numb and the constant stimulation was overwhelming.

“I'm almost there, hold on just a bit longer,” he said sweetly, removing his hand from your throat to your hips. His controlled thrusts turned erratic as he chased his orgasm, you were definitely going to have bruises by the morning but they would be so worth it.

With a loud groan, he came inside you. He stayed inside for a moment before pulling out, cum dripping out of your hole. You shivered at the sensation, your knees were starting to give out so you lay flat on your stomach.

Rubbing on the globes of your ass, you could feel Toji getting hard, again?! What the hell is with his stamina? Still catching your breath you turned over a bit to look at him, ugh he was so sexy.

“Give me a minute,” your refractory period wasn't that long but you still needed a moment to get feeling back in your lower half.

“Take your time, like I said we have all the time in the world.”

♡ gojopied ©2025 do not copy, edit, plagiarize, put into AI, repost, or translate any of my work.

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this is so beautifully drawn good lord

Husband Toji

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timeout with toji 

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pairing: toji x f!reader content: fluff, angst (?) /comfort note: lwk scared since this is my first time writing something like this and i wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it while writing this tbvh. i hope it’s good tho, thank you :3

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You hated fighting with Toji. It made you sick to the stomach. Not the fights that could be fixed with make-up sex, unspoken promises, and guilty whispers. Not those. No, it was the kind that made you want to rip your head off—the kind that struck a deep chord, leaving both of you so upset that you didn’t want to talk at all.

When usually, you’d be joined at the hip, giggling about something, talking his ear off as he looked at you with such adoration that made you feel something. Something so special, so pure– you could never put a name on it, it didn’t feel fair to sum the multilayered feeling he gave you in a singular term. You simply knew you liked being together, whether you were alone or not—you craved his presence, and he craved yours in return. So when things got a little out of hand, when he felt neglected and you felt overwhelmed, when the words exchanged were far too bitter to process, you both decided to ask for a timeout.

This idea of a timeout came after 2 years of being together and 3 major fights that felt like silly quarrels now that you looked back at them after 5 years of being with him. 

You always had a sharp tongue, even though crying while making your point was something you couldn't shake since childhood, you’d learned to be strong and talk to Toji because you knew he wanted to listen. He wanted to fix things, be the big spoon while sleeping every night, even if you two had an argument. He wanted to be there, always. So, the first time your eyes welled up with tears while getting your point across, his heart clenched. It ached different; it wasn’t the kind of ache that came when you were leaving him to go back to your house after spending a day with him or the kind when you pouted at him for something; this was sharp, it stung. It made him realise that you weren’t someone he would ever want to hurt, you weren’t someone he could let go of, you weren’t the girl he’d ever wanna see crying; let alone because of him. 

And even while he was overwhelmed with this entirely new spectrum of emotions, he didn’t just cradle your face and soothe you like a panic-stricken man. He asked you to convey what you felt, encouraging you to communicate, to talk. He asked you what you felt, and conveyed what he did. Yes, you had your disagreements, but that didn’t mean either of you would sleep facing opposite directions, separated by comforters, leaving enough space for a person to fit between you two. It just didn’t sit well with him. So before going to bed, you either put yourselves in a timeout or you resolved the problem like sane adults, because both of you would rather sleep tangled up together under a single comforter, which ought to be all under you by the time morning came.

Sure, it got messy sometimes. You both said harsh things, but leaving was never something either of you viewed as an option because you never made one another miserable. It was always him making things better when everything felt a little too much, or you making the day brighter for him. So the timeout thing helped. 

It was something you saw in some sitcom– while wrapped in a blanket with him, munching on some chips and drinking beer, while his fingers drew soft circles on your waist. In the show, the couple took a break from their fight just to be with each other like they normally would be if the fight wasn’t on. So you decided to give it a try if things went a little overboard. 

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You were two years in your relationship with Toji. Back then, the air was filled with competitive exams, results, college applications, emotional turmoil, and a heck lot of anticipation. The universities you applied to were all in your state, except for one—the one you hoped you'd get into because it was arguably the best choice among them. And well, considering the sweat and toil you had put into your grades, you did get accepted, and it was great news. While you were ecstatic about this, it also came with a significant burden: how would you talk to your beloved boyfriend about this? You had to move out of the state for college and were way too nervous to even talk to Toji about it. You didn’t know if he would take it well, if he’d be up for a long distance at all. It was quite early in your relationship to expect him to mold as per your requests.

The situation took a turn for the worse when you and Toji had a dinner planned with your parents. During the meal, your parents inadvertently revealed the news in front of him, assuming that he already knew. And, of course, he was supposed to know; it was a big thing. You don't hide big things from your boyfriend. The same boyfriend that you can’t stop prattling about to your mom, or the way you blush just a little if your dad ever mentions him. 

So, when Toji turned to you with wide eyes, his breath hitched, and a look of slight hurt on his face, you were at a loss for words. The dinner was quick and awkward after that.

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“Let me guess, you were going to tell me of this right when you were on your flight, hm? That ‘oh toji, I'm boarding a flight to a totally different state for uni, don't miss me!’?” 

“Ji, that’s not it. I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how to bring it up–”

“Sure you didn’t, doll. I thought this,” he said as he gestured between the two of you, “meant something, guess I was wrong, guess I was just a damn summer fling that lasted for more than a year.”

Gasping and offended, you replied, “What the fuck. You think this is a fling to me? You think you didn’t mean shit to me? That I didn't think it over like a million times– how to break it to you, how you would react to it, would you be supportive, if this was even the right decision–” 

He shook his head, “sure didn’t seem like it when you kept casually eating your food like your parents didn’t just tell me that we’d not be in the same damn city for 4 years,” he continued, now standing up, walking towards the door as he leaned on it, “I love you, baby, but you’ve made me feel like im damn near nothing to you, and that fuckin' hurts,”

“Toji baby, please hear me out, I’m sorry,” and there you were, sitting on your bed, knees tucked under yourself, clutching your pillow like it was an emotional crutch, eyes welled up that one blink and the tears would gush, looking at him in the eye, and you felt your heart break because it felt like you were going to lose him. You hurt him. You’d never done that before, yes, you both got upset at each other but it was always ready to be fixed– this felt different, because it was— you’d unintentionally excluded him out of a very important detail of your life, something that determined your future, the future you wanted him to be in with you. So your last resort was to test the timeout theory, no matter how bullshit it felt like right now, so before he could leave without another word, you got up. 

Your emotional crutch now tossed on the bed, walking towards him, you looked him up in the eye as he still leaned on the door, eyes pleading for him to stay, just be there with you, heartbreaking because you’d be equally hurt if not more, had toji kept something like this from you. Softly, you muttered, “timeout?” 

And god, it felt like the world stopped, like his brain rewired, the word felt like relief because he was tired of arguing, of battling self-doubt. All he wanted was to be with you. Like 3 hours ago, when you were in the park, hand in hand, smitten, giggling about how fat this one stray cat was. So hearing that from you made him unravel. Taking a deep breath, he nodded. He knew you wouldn’t hurt him on purpose, even though you did leave out a very important detail of your life, but that didn’t matter now. He wanted to just be with you, purely and lovingly unfiltered. 

Cautiously, you wrapped your arms around his torso, “hug me, baby,” and he did. Oh, he did. Engulfing you in his arms like you meant everything, like you were all he wanted, because you truly were. You sniffled against his chest, “Look, I know it’s against the rules of timeout, but I want you to know that I love you and I didn’t exclude you intentionally. I didn’t know how you’d react, and it scared me, still scares me. It is selfish of me to expect you to stay even after I leave for uni, but I want you to stay– I want us to be together. Until now, I didn’t know how to ask for it, it hurt to even think that we’d break it off even before I left, because maybe you wouldn’t see the point in dating still if we were going to end up our separate ways. It was cowardly, and I wanted to keep you for as long as I could, which was selfish. But please, let’s talk about this, baby.” 

He hugged you tighter, kissing the top of your head. He picked you up, and instinctively, your legs were around his waist, head resting on his shoulder, while he carried you like you weighed nothing, stalking towards your bed. He sat down, with you now in his lap, lifting your head from his shoulders, cupping your cheeks, he said, “Doll, I don’t want us to break it off. I’d never want that. I want you, I want us. But you can’t not tell me important things in your life just because you think I'm going to react a certain way. I don’t see us as a casual fling, so it hurts when you treat me like someone insignificant who doesn’t deserve knowing things which affect the future in front of us.” 

“So you’re not mad that I'm going?” 

“Baby, I was upset that you didn’t tell me about it. I’d never be mad at you for choosing good things for yourself. I’ll always be here and support you, but I need you to want me to be here for that. I need you to tell me things. Don't keep me in the dark,  doll.” 

The anxious tears that were once staining your face were now replaced by happy tears as you softly smiled and nodded, sniffling and wrapping your arms around his neck. You scooted closer, leaning on him with your weight as you both fell on the bed, you on top of Toji, still sniffling, now slightly giggling, “love you so much, Ji. Stay the night, please?” 

Kissing your head, he wrapped his arms tighter around you, "I'll always stay, baby.”

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a/n: thank you so much for making it to the end!! im glad if you liked it :33 also, english is NOT my first language, sooo i'm sorry for any mistakes!! 

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ex-husband!toji, like a dog, always finds his way back home. it’s late, just past two, and the kitchen light’s still on. you’re on the couch bare-legged, eating cereal out of a chipped mug with your feet tucked under a blanket that smells of his old deodorant.

you left the chain dangling on the door. he comes in all muscle memory. two knocks, shoulder to the frame. he uses the key under the mat to open it, even shuts it soft when he steps inside.

boots are toed off on entry. wallet tossed on the shelf. toji scans the apartment the way he used to when it was his, too. a confused rattling of papers paired with an evidently unsatisfied grunt, tells you he sees that you finally pawned the ring.

he walks behind you. doesn’t touch. but the heat from him rolls under the hem of your shirt and kisses at all the places he’s been before. you know what he wants. you know he’s not good at asking.

“really?” his voice drags, thick with sleep or liquor or a night too long to name. “still with this thing?”

he seems to forget, considerably often these days, that he was the first one to call it quits.

“you forget your key?” you ask, wiping at the milk stain developing on the pillow under your mug.

the spot on the table where the finish is still worn from his ashtray, wears the same shape.

he shrugs, steps to the fridge, grabs a beer. from your stash, the cheap kind he used to complain about but never stopped drinking because you didn’t want to do it alone. the door whines as he closes it with his hip.

he leans against the counter, elbows digging into it like it’s still his apartment as much as it is yours. as if you’re not the only name on the lease now.

“i was nearby,” his voice sits on the tile.

you dry your hands on the hem of your sleep shirt and turn just enough to see him. he’s wearing a dark blue hoodie—new, you think. hands in his pockets. eyes on your legs. hair damp from wherever he came from tonight. he blinks slow, wipes under one eye with the back of his hand like he’s been driving for hours.

“saw you went to that new ramen place on 6th.”

you frown, feet already moving to the bathroom for the eye drops you keep in the cabinet, exactly for this purpose. “and how do you know that?”

his mouth twitches into a grin. “i got eyes.”

“plus, you posted about it.” he follows you in, watches the dripping faucet instead of your face.

(you haven’t posted anything in two weeks.)

“was that the guy?”

you grab the box, open it and blow at the dust on the bottle while you read the expiration date.

“that lawyer-looking one,” he clarifies, slurring the letters together. “greek nose. boring mouth.”

you grab his face in your hand, chin in palm and cheeks between thumb and pointer. “are you drunk?”

“only a little.” his eyes travel over your face because he feels like he hasn’t seen it in ages, and seeing it now is being hooked up to oxygen after days of not being able to breathe. “i wouldn’t bring him home.”

you tilt his head up, watching the droplets fall and his blinks get faster. he looks thankful. you miss him.

you can’t tell him that, because it hurts you just as much to say it, him as much to hear it. so instead you pull him to the couch, sleepy figure looming over yours as you tuck yourself in while he stares.

you jab the side of his thigh with your heel, thinking he’s being a creep, but he catches your ankle under the blanket and holds it right there. thumb brushing over your shin and pupils wet.

“why are you really here, toji?” you tug at the hem of his hoodie, gaze not leaving his.

the scar on his lip twitches whenever he lies, you remember. “was cold out. found the key.”

“that key was supposed to be for emergencies.”

you pat the spot next to you, scooting over when he lets go of your ankle to lift the blanket and slide under. he fits against you just like he used to, but somehow, your heart aches just like it’s empty.

“i don’t know what else to call it.”

he buries his face into your hair, curls in so you’re snug back to chest. “can i sleep here tonight?”

you roll your eyes, even though he can’t see. “why would i let you?”

“because i’m asking.” a soft kiss to your cheek.

he tugs you close, hand snug on your leg.

“and because i think you’re still mad,” he murmurs, the liquid courage turning sour. “but you made double portions of everything for dinner. i saw.”

without asking, he lies down right there, head in your lap, shirt riding up over the tattoo on his hip. your middle name in kanji and a few lotus flowers.

he’s pushing back into the arms of the couch. pulling the blanket higher. fitting himself into the part of your life that never fully shut the door on him.

you sigh.

“spare pillow’s in the closet.”

“i know where it is.”

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slayyy

slay?

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PSA! PLAGERIZED CONTENT: FICS & SELFSHIPS

Hey all. I’m literally shaking while typing this, so forgive me if this a lot. It's been brought to my attention (thank you to everyone who reached out and let me know) that there's been a blog (newly created today) impersonating me — copy/pasting my blog information, copying my writing and using my selfship and other art commissions as her own. She's using my likeness for her own OCs and my old writing from a year or more ago, in addition to my selfship lore with Bakugo specifically. I've attempted to message Aya (addressed below), but the damage has been done. The offending blog is @katsukis-peach and the direct link (since I am now blocked). This is NOT me or a sideblog.

This is all the information I could gather before she blocked me. Please share to spread the word, report her account and block her as necessary to keep yourselves safe. Tagging @fanfic-plagiarism-watchdog for awareness.

Stealing My Blog Layout

Aya's blog is completely stylized the same way as my own, copy/pasting my pinned, rules and tag formatting. Of course I don’t “own” the nickname/pet name of ‘Peach,’ but it’s pretty obvious where the theming came from. The name, Aya, is part of one of my selfship names, ‘ayarei.’ Don’t know if this was intentional or not. The pink divider used was also made by me months ago for an old theme. The icon and header art used are personal comms from @/fittsysart.

copy & pasted rules plus mimicking my formatting.

Stealing My Writing

So far, there have been three pieces of mine that have been stolen and reposted as Aya's own work. I would highlight the similarities, but it would be the whole post (minus one or two words/excluded sentences).

carrying him to his dorm room : theirs / mine

biting as a love language : theirs / mine

hating valentine’s day : theirs / mine

Stealing My Selfship Comms & Lore

I can't believe I have to even say this, but Aya has stolen all her lore for her OC, 'Ayane,' from my katsurei selfship. My own commissions, the copy/pasted trope info and the lore about our daughter, Ryuko. The only "difference" is Ryuko being changed to 'Naoto' and her OC being a hero (but kept my quirk ideology).

She's using two commissions of myself as her OC, 'Ayane.' Ayane's information is Ryuko's info, which is copy/pasted from her selfship page on my blog.

Aya Admitting Fault

I did attempt to message Aya in an effort to reach an understanding, but was immediately met with hostility (not surprised). I'll let the post speak for itself. She also went through my blog (presumably) and followed a bunch of mutuals and recent blogs I've reblogged from.

She followed me, tagged me in a post and then blocked me.

I tried to be as detailed as possible, but I cannot keep up with her blog now that she's blocked me. I have dealt with plagiarism in the past (with writing, my about me facts and selfship lore separately), but this one takes the cake. I'm beyond upset and cannot believe in 2025 I have to say DON'T DO THIS SHIT. I shouldn't have to defend the right to my own fucking commissions, let alone my writing. I’m not even a non-sharer, I don’t care if you ship with Bakugo in any regard. I encourage it! But my selfship with Bakugo is extremely personal to me, especially Ryuko. To have someone come in and just blatantly steal that away from me with no remorse is devastating.

Anyways. I’ve ranted long enough — please report (spam/harassment/etc.) and share this to spread the word to any other blogs she may take from in the future. Block her and good riddance.

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pairing: toji x f!reader  content: crack, mean toji, reader is a petty brat. smut by the end- degradat!on, handcvffs, petnames, piv s3x, ch0king, slapp!ng, not proofread mdni!!

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fucked up to say it, but toji loved it when you got all grousy and pissy at him for little things. like him not keeping his wet towel in its place or him throwing his socks around the house as if you were supposed to pick and toss them in the laundry for him. he had too much fun in the way you scolded and reprimanded him that he started fucking the silliest things up on purpose- just to hear you huffing and puffing at him.

he was sick in the head. getting unapologetically hard over annoying you; replaying the memory of your pouty face yelling, "toji, i swear to god, you forget this again and i'm punching you straight in the fucking face, you overgrown neanderthal." it got him off.

where no one ever tried to even lift a finger at him, he had his pretty little wife going all furious mouthing off at him like she owned him-- because to be honest? you did. in his head, you owned him; else he wouldn't be getting hard when you got all strict, much less allowing the vigour with which you lectured him.

and of course he thought that today was just another day like that, where he could piss you off, you'd mouth off at him, he'd eventually get on his knees for you, eat you out and fuck you on the nearest damn surface while you argued on about something stupid he purposely did, screaming his name in pleasure and fury just like the other times while he kissed down your neck whispering, "im sorry, baby," "i'll get it done, doll," "is this good, ma? you want me to go deeper? yeah?"

but you weren't a silly lad who couldn't catch on to her husband's antiques. you knew toji was a man who strived not to make any mistakes, who ensured to be the best even though he had his flaws; apart from that, he tried his best to keep things together. messy? sure. but out of line to the point that he "forgot" to switch the tap off making the water overflow out the damn tub and coincidentally, you both ended up fucking in the tub after you lost your damn mind over him wasting so much water and the fact that you almost fell because of the pool of water outside the bathroom? yeah, you knew him better than falling for this shit again. it was a pattern. him fucking up, then fucking you. it didn't go unnoticed that whenever you got even a little commanding, this man got hard instantly. adorable but pathetic, and you were done. he couldn't always end up between your legs after getting you so furious. if he wanted angry sex so bad, he could do different things, maybe role-playing? getting you to lose your temper so that he had his fun?? yeah, you were done with it. so like the smart wife you were, you decided that two could play at this game. just that your ways were a little too menacing. 

you told him that you both had to go to a party tonight where both of your friends would be there. a mutual's birthday or something. the location was perfect, a bar. your outfit? cute— a white tube top with a pretty lace bow in the middle of it paired with a baby pink skirt.

while you were getting ready, toji couldn't get his paws off you, commenting, "the fit's too good for the party baby, i can think of a few better things we can do together," right in your ear as he towered behind you while his hand dipped down your thighs, grazing his fingers on your panties. you indulged him, "uh-huh," turning around to face him, pulling him closer to your face with his silver chain, "patience, baby, you behave tonight, and i'm all yours once we're back, yeah?" god you had him wrapped around your finger because the way he nodded to that like a lost puppy almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do to him. keyword: almost. 

so now here you were, hand in hand with him as you entered the place, smiling as soon as you met your friends. toji never left your side. hand either on the low of your back or groping your ass or fingers running up and down your spine, he was glued to you. so when you both sat down on the couch and you wanted a drink, you took your chance, slipped out of his grasp, telling him you would be getting a drink. a white lie, perhaps. nothing big. going to the bar, ordering something insignificant, as you quickly looked over to see your plan staring back at you. your gay friend. toji hadn't met him, but well, he was about to. you'd talked to your friend about the details, how you wanted him to dance with you to rile toji up, and to flee away as soon as or if toji approached you because you didn't want the poor guy to lose his nose just for helping with your risky little stunt.

toji's eyes were fixed on you ever since you left even though he was surrounded by his friends, talking about work, life, and whatever the fuck- his eyes never left you, not when you dragged your hand up that guy's arm who you'd just met, not when you both went on the dance floor almost in front of him- gently swaying to the beats and not even when you slowly grinded your hips on the guy as you locked your eyes with toji bending down a little to give him a show. you could see it in his eyes and the way his jaw clenched that you were oh so completely utterly fucked. he was so fucking pissed, just observing calmly while havoc unraveled in his mind. but you waited till the song ended, quickly wrapping it up with your  friend, giving him a a quick hug, thanking him, and making a beeline for your beloved husband.

this time, you didn't just sit beside him, but right in his lap, smiling smugly as you felt him grab your hips with such harshness that had you cursing.

'clueless' to his anger, you stated, "i told you to behave, toji."

"yeah? well, i don't give a shit. we're leaving, now." he whispered in your ear in an eerily calm tone that had your horny self frolicking.

"but babyyy, i was having fun, danced a little too, come on? don't ya wanna dance with me?" you turned a little so that you could whisper back in his ear while leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of his neck.

exhaling a little too harsh, he said, "nope," and with that, he had you slung on his shoulder as you squealed and hit his back, kicking your legs, "don't you wanna have fun, jiiii?"

"oh, doll, i'll be having so much fun,"

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you were fucked. handcuffed to the headboard, tits popping out of your top, skirt ridden up, lips swollen, eyes already glossy, and he’d barely started. 

“what were ya thinkin’, doll? letting that man touch all over you, feel you up as you eyed me shamelessly like a fuckin’ slut?” he said as he unbuckled his belt, shirt and pants still on, “thought i’d reward ya? for being a whore at the bar?” as he climbed on the bed, on top of you.

“toji- “ 

“shut the fuck up,” he leaned down to your eye level, lips dangerously close to yours, “you don’t do the talking tonight, doll,” 

getting back in position, his crotch was at your face now, the bulge in his pants visible, he opened his fly just enough to release his cock, and on instinct, you opened your mouth for him. 

he smirked down at you, “yeah? think you deserve cock in your mouth, baby?” he stroked his cock right in front of your face as you nodded helplessly, keeping your mouth wide open for him. you knew better than to speak right now. 

“well, i think not,” he said as he slapped his tip right on your cheeks one by one, again and again, and it kept getting harsher, “keep that mouth open, you slut,” as you almost closed it. 

you were drooling down your chin, looking up at him with desperation to stop playing and fuck your throat like he wanted to, like you wanted him to.

instead, he dipped his fingers in your mouth, making you suck them as he slid them in and out in the same rhythm with which he was stroking his cock right in front of your face. you moaned around them, sucking on them so hard, trying to convince him to give you his cock. but toji was relentless. as soon as he got close, he halted the movements altogether, tilting your confused face up with one hand while his other curled around your neck, choking you tight in place to look at him. 

“do you deserve cock, baby?” he asked, eyes glinting with want, mock concern, you could even see some pity in them as he eyed you like you were something so pathetic. 

you nodded, eyes teary, drool all over your lips and chin, make-up smudged, “toji, pleasee, don’t be mean-” 

“ya think this is mean? princess, mean was you damn near fucking yourself on that bastard at the bar in the name of dancing,” his grip tightening around your throat. 

landing a pert slap right on your cheek, “this is called mean, baby,” soothing the sting as he gently rubbed it with the back of his fingers, repeating the same with the other cheek, "mean would be me taking you right there in front of everyone since you didn't have any problem whoring yourself out like that, hm?" and god, you were soaked. to the point that just rubbing your thighs together for at least some friction wasn't helping anymore. clenching around nothing as he slapped you, talking to you so meanly— fuck you weren't better than him, if anything you were into this. into his pissed-self fucking you.

he bent down, finally kissing you– all teeth and tongue, as he still lightly choked you, “fuck- you don’t get it, do you? make me go fuckin' insane–”

you were out of the clothes you barely had on in no time, as he detached the handcuffs from the bedframe. and as soon as you were out of them, your hands were on him, urging him to get rid of his shirt, clawing at his chest, kissing down his neck. he slid between your legs, chuckling mirthlessly, "fuckin' slut, you're soaked, darlin', getting off to this, are you? don't even need prep no more," easily sliding two fingers in and out of you. you moaned, hands in his hair, grabbing, pulling, "fuck me, please— " and in no time, he was plummeting in you with full force, mouth on your neck- biting occasionally, while mouthing off at you, “fuck were you even thinking while grinding on him like that, huh?” 

“ya like whoring around, or were you just trying to get a reaction outta me? because doll, if this is what you were looking for, you got it,” he enunciated that with a particular thrust that hit so hard and so good, leaving you a moaning mess. 

you were breathless. in an entirely different dimension, even. he was fucking you so good, you’d completely forgotten why you’d done all this. it was to get him back, to give him a taste of his own medicine, but this? this wasn’t how you pictured it going. you’d wanted to ride the fuck out of him while teasing him. not him making you all putty in his hands yet again.

and just remembering all that was enough to get you determined again, you pushed him off, switching positions. he was startled at first, but wasn’t the one to complain–not when you were on him, cock between your slick folds, as you dangled your tits in front of his face like a fuckin’ prize. 

you could feel his cock twitching every time your nipples grazed his face, while you never slipped him in, just sliding all over him, slobbering his cock in your juices. 

“you like this, ji? like when i grind on you like this?” 

and oh. oh. he didn’t realise you’d somehow gotten his hands cuffed now. the way he looked at you, god. he looked like his brain had short-circuited, and you got it back just to tweak it again. 

but that look didn’t last for long, sure he looked dumbfounded for a second, sure you loved looking at him like that so damn much that you didn’t realise while grinding on him he’d unknowingly slipped the tip in you while you stared at him like an eye candy. 

“fuckin’ slut,” he grunted as he plummeted into you with such force that it nearly made you lose balance and fall over his chest, knocking the breath right out of you, groaning, “couldn’t wait, could ya? always so desperate for cock, huh?” 

“fu-fuhck, toji–” you moaned as he kept his feet planted in the mattress and his pace constant and deliciously bruising.

panting, gaining your composure back, you grounded yourself by digging your palms in his chest, now bouncing back on his cock to complement his thrusts, “you get so easily jealous, ji~♡” 

“t-the fuck did you just say to me?”

“baby, the guy i was dancing and grinding on is gay,” whispering while biting down on his collarbone, “asked him to do a little dance with me to see what you'd do, that worked real well, huh?” 

if toji was pissed before, he was furious now, “damn attention whore, ain't ya?” thrust. “all this to rile me?” thrust. “aren't you fuckin' depraved?” thrust, thrust. “i just don’t understand, why you’d wanna go out of your damn ways to get my fuck, yeah– attention, do i not give you ‘nough already, hm? you wanna grind on men to get me to look at you now, doll?” and oh he said like he was just so disgusted that you even thought of doing something like that. 

rolling your eyes, “you’re one to talk, toji,” as you dragged your nails down his pecs eliciting a hiss from him, grinding down on him as the pace slowed down a little, “you think i don’t know how you mess shit- nghh– up deliberately? you fucking pervert– oh god– you get hard when i scold you. fu-fuck, toji, i can feel you twitching–” 

he was smirking at you now, looking up like he’d won the lottery; he looked too smug for someone who should’ve been ashamed of being caught. 

“yeah? 'm a pervert?” slowly grinding into you as he let you set the pace, hands aching to touch you, guide your hips, grab your ass, “but then what does this make you, doll? slutting yourself to get the pervert’s attention, enjoying riling me up, fuckin– handcuffing me to the damn bed? doesn’t it get you off?” pushing hard enough to make you collapse on him again, and as your tits were closer to his face, he flexed his jaw open, latching his mouth on one as he sucked and bit, thrusting over and over, “oh toji- ‘s good- so gooood, hurts- fuck–”

smirking as he suckled one last time before detaching from your nipple, “uh-huh? who’s the fuckin' perv now, doll?” 

you were crying, he was hitting it so good, making it so impossibly hard to have an upper hand even when you had him restrained, at this point, it had started feeling like a punishment for you– you wanted him all over you, hands on you- groping, grabbing, slapping, spanking, anything literally, just fucking touching you. but you weren’t about to fold so easily, you wanted to hear it from him, to hear him ask you to untie him, and you could see it in his eyes- touch-starved, the way his mouth latched on your tits any moment you bent a little too forward– he wanted it as much as you did. and you didn't have to wait too long before he asked– more like threatened, “get me out of these handcuffs now or you’ll not be enjoying yourself as much as you are right now, doll,” 

adamant, you snarked back at him all while your ministrations of bouncing on his cock until your legs gave out continued, “yeah? whaddya plan on doing to me with your hands all tied up, baby?” 

you were smirking, smiling at him like you’d won this, like you finally had him, and you did–until you bent yourself a little over him, and his mouth was latched on your tit again–just this time, he wasn’t gentle. biting and soothing, suckling like he was starved, then biting again, and god, it hurt. it was good. but fuck it hurt like a bitch, “fuck stop- stop biting, you dick,” you dug your nails in his skin, dragging them down his abs to get him to stop but you could feel him smirking- smirking?!? as he kept biting, soothing, suckling and repeating it till he felt your hands on the cuffs, unlocking them and just like that, his hands were on you in an instant– pulling you closer to him, spanking your ass as his thrusts got harsher.

“baby- fuck. im so close- please dont stop- oh god don’t fucking stop–,” you moaned like a pornstar right in his ear as he fucked up into you, nibbling on his neck, wrapping your arms around him. 

“you’re not cumming so easily, baby, come on, repeat after me or you’re not cumming at all, yeah?” 

“toji, fuck- please, please let me cum,” 

“yeah? who's the fuckin' desperate little cumslut?” he groaned as his cock started twitching with the way you were clenching down on him. you nodded, whispering, "i- i am, fuck–"

“uh-huh, say it, doll, what are you?” 

“i-im yours– fuck toji– your cumslut, wanna cum wanna cum– mngh-” scratching your nails on his back as you bit down his shoulder and with no warning you came, your high washing over you so hard you saw literal stars, body shuddering in pure bliss as you kept quivering while he kept fucking you. 

“doll, fuck, you gonna take it all? fuckin' take my cum all up your pretty pussy, yeah?” 

you nodded deliriously, “mhmmmm, give it to me, baby, all of it–” and with that, you felt hot spurts of cum shoot into you, cock twitching as he kissed your neck, arms circling tighter around your frame as he gave two more thrusts before completely burying into you.

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a/n: thank you so much for making it to the end!! im not so happy with this, but im glad if you liked it :33 also, english is NOT my first language, sooo i'm sorry for any mistakes!! 

i hope you enjoyed this mwahmwah ♡♡ 

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tbh

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His turn to come undone

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oh how I love it when my dash is filled w toji this toji that

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keyboard sounds are so distracting to type with like i am trying to gather an idea in my head all while i get obsessed with how the backspace key and spacebar sound together-- so i keep clicking on them to make music instead of fanfiction

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OMGOMGOMG IM ECSTATIC HELP I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO BE NONCHALANT ABOUT THIS— i love their toji fics soooo much. and this makes me so happy?!? thank you so much.

not just that, but to all of you who liked the husband!toji fic- tysm, im so so glad mwahmwah <33

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𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵 nineteen. she/her. toji's doll :3 #grr talkshow = lame yapping :p 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵

i do not own any of the images. they're from pinterest <3

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pairing: toji x f!reader  content: non-curse au, fluff, smut! by the end- piv sex, breeding, petnames, food play, kitchen sex, tummy bulge, they're both incessantly in love w one another. mdni!!

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being married to toji was one of the best decisions you ever made. he was everything you could ever wish for — may it be making you feel loved, holding onto every word that left your mouth like it was a lifeline, or working a little extra some days so that he could take a leave whenever you guys wanted to spend time together. 

life before you wasn’t any less 'comfortable' in its materialistic aspect, but with you came a reason to come back home; his house didn’t feel like an overpriced shelter, it felt like home now. something he always dreamt of having– the comfort, the smell of freshly cooked stew, the cookies you made that he loved. 

he felt like living was worth it after you. it wasn’t just sweat and toil, sleep and repeat anymore. it was filled with love and you, now. he wouldn’t have it any other way, and you felt the same– you loved the man to the ends of the world, ensuring that he felt it the same way he made you feel special. 

sometimes, you would come home early from work just to make his favourite for dinner. the other times, he slipped in early so you came back to a perfectly spotless house (you’d lowkey banished him from the kitchen when he somehow managed to set a fire while boiling water, so cooking was off the table for him). 

today was no different; you kissed him goodbye in the morning when he left for work. he didn’t know you had a leave today, but you wanted to surprise him, so you decided to lie to him and say that you’d punch in a bit late for work. when he left, you took it upon yourself to cook his favourite food. tweaking another one of your cookie recipes to make it a little different, a little better than the last time. you weren’t a michelin chef and sometimes the beetroot that you thought would go with the pasta didn’t exactly turn out so well– but he was there, there to make you feel okay and not disappointed in yourself, there to eat it all with you appreciating that you took out the time and energy to put in effort to make something different for the two of you. he was always there. even when hospital work got hectic and all you wondered was if being a doctor was even worth it, if saving lives was genuinely a goal or a security stunt, he was there to hold onto you, whispering sweet things in your ear while his fingers drew soft circles on your tummy. 

you’d told him about your interest in neuroscience and baking once, and ever since then, he’d do little things to encourage you to do something that interested you. always supportive of any idea that you talked about on the dinner table, or while dozing off on his chest. he truly appreciated you. and this was your way of showing it to him, that you did feel him making you special, that you appreciated him and his presence in your life just as much as he did. 

done with the dinner and cookies a bit earlier than expected, you decided to take a nice long shower and picked out your pink lacy moomoo that never failed to make you feel pretty and cozy. 

as you were turning the shower off, you heard noises from outside the bathroom– scared, you quickly put on your moomoo and peeked out like you were in a spy movie, just to see toji right outside, “took you long enough, ma,”

you gasped, “what the heck? don’t scare me like that, what if i was indecent?? when did you even come?”

he chuckled, still waiting for you to fully come out, “i’ve seen it all, since when did we start worrying about decency, doll? reached home a few minutes ago,” 

stepping out of the door with wet hair and all, you hugged him, “missed you, baby, how was work?” 

soon his arms wrapped around your form, picking you up, your legs wrapped around his torso as he said, “same old,” nuzzling in your neck while his arms held you tight in place, “missed you too, ma, why didn’t you tell me you had no work today?” 

“wanted to surprise you, take me to the kitchen, pretty please,” you mumbled while clinging onto him, breathing in his scent, and god, did you feel full already. he was so big, so warm, making you feel so jittery even after 4 years of marriage. it never felt monotonous with him, always something different, and you lived for it. 

kissing up his shoulder and neck, you bit his ear as soon as he planted you on the kitchen counter, earning an eyebrow raise from him, “careful, ma, work was stressful today, don’t wanna start something ya can’t finish.” 

you looked at him with mischief swirling in your eyes, “i always finish,” you pecked him on the cheek before changing the subject, wrapping your legs tighter around him, pulling him closer, just to give him a once over of your day, smiling lightly, “i stayed home, lounged a little, made your favourite and even tweaked out the cookie recipe a little, wanna try?”

and god, he looked at you with such adoration, your heart burst. “'course, i wanna,”

picking a cookie up from the cooling tray beside you, you offered it to him, just for him to take a bite right from your hand, and - pure. bliss. he looked like he just got the sloppiest, nastiest head of his life, eyes rolling back as if he couldn’t face the world after having one singular bite. he looked so damn sated and fucking criminally hot even while munching on a cookie like a caveman, it felt unfair.

opening his eyes, he looked at your giddy expression, and without wasting a second, he tilted your chin up with his hand and landed his lips on yours catching you in the most tantalizing kiss, all teeth and tongue. you could taste the chocolate and the cookie on his tongue. he wasn’t kissing you, this was emotional healing, a mental awakening, a i-love-you-so-insanely-much-thank-you-for-making-life-so-much-better-and-for-the-most-earthshattering-cookiegasm-ive-ever-had. “kiss the chef”? fuck no. he was devouring the chef, one hand fixed on your waist, pulling you closer than ever, while the other had gone from gently tilting your chin to your neck, firmly wrapping his fingers around it while he kissed you like his life depended on it. you couldn’t help but whimper when he finally opened his eyes to look at you as he bit and pulled your bottom lip a little. 

face flushed. lips swollen. eyes blown.

finally able to catch your breath, you grinned, “i’m taking that you liked the cookies, babe.” 

not letting him answer though, you pulled him down by his loosened tie, almost kissing him but deflecting just when he was about to go in for it. you did it again, then again, giggling every time he looked at you like you were personally wronging him, depriving him of something so important. and he could only grumble, well, not realistically, because you both knew that if he wanted to, he could make you stop with your antiques and kiss the living hell out of you again, but he liked indulging you, playing with you, hearing you giggle. 

“ma, you pull away again, and i’m not gonna be sweet bout this anymore,” he huffed while his tie was still in your hands, pulling him down to your face level, “yeah? what’ll you do, baby?” 

and with that, his eyes caught sight of the freshly made chocolate glaze on the counter, right behind you. 

he brought the bowl a bit closer, dipped two of his fingers in it, gathering an ample amount on them and bringing the fingers to his mouth, licking them filthily, eyes on you, while you stared at him with parted lips, thighs clenching, the grip on his tie loosening a little. 

and just as toji felt your grip loosen, his hand on your waist brought you closer. the remnant of the chocolate and saliva on his fingers now dangerously close to your mouth, tempting you to suck, and so, without a singular thought, you did. 

you wrapped your mouth around his fingers, looking up at him while sucking on them so utterly determined, toji’s gaze was transfixed on you and the way you sucked his digits clean while looking at him like he was some sorta candy. 

he muttered a low fuck before gently latching his fingers in the space below your tongue to pull you in closer for another awfully breathless kiss. 

and before you knew it, you were left in just your moomoo, panties on top of the pile of toji’s clothes who insisted on keeping your moomoo on while fucking you on the counter itself, saying something along the lines that you look like his pretty doll in the moomoo. he was kissing your neck, hands roaming all around your body, feeling you up, groping you as he pleased while whispering filthy praises like, “you wanted to get fucked like this, baby?”, “you plan this? first, make me damn near cum with your cookies, and now with this wreck of a pussy?”, “aren’t you my good little cumdoll, baby?” 

he was so utterly out of it, tugging at the front knot of your moomoo, making your tits pop out, “fu-fuck no bra?” he groaned as he smeared a glob of chocolate over them, taking in the sight for a while before diving in to clean it all up while his cock hit the spot so good, you saw stars. 

“nnghh- baby, please,” you whimpered when he bit your nipple, not really knowing what you were asking for. 

he looked up at you, equally wrecked, the usual smirk long gone, all you could see was a pussy-drunk toji, eyes glazed, with pink ears, “yeah? tell me ma, whaddya want?” still maintaining a solid rhythm hitting it so deliciously, your hand grabbed onto his hair, pulling him closer to kiss you. 

you gripped his hair, pulling onto them– making him feel so utterly gobsmacked- god, he loved it when you pulled onto his hair like they’d personally offended you, like you would rip them apart, he moaned- moaned into your mouth saying, “what do you think about me making you an actual mama, doll?” 

and suddenly the world stopped, your eyes rolled back, arching into him even more as your legs wrapped around him tighter, your grip on his hair hard, as your climax washed over you so intensely at the thought of him breeding you, carrying his child and god, the rush of hormones, the adrenaline, his hand on one of your tit squeezing just right , the other went down your clit, rubbing fast and teasing circles on it while his thrusts got harder and rougher.

you moaned while nodding eagerly as the waves of the sudden climax came over, but toji still kept going, overstimulating you, while you urged him to cum in you right then, “jiii- wanna make you a daddy, come on, breed me, baby, pleaseee?”

“yeah? gonna fill you up right-” he shuffled his hand down from your tit to where he could feel the bulge of his cock over your stomach, “-here, baby,” pressing down on the bulge to stimulate you even further in your already hazed state. 

“you gonna take it, baby? all of it? make me a daddy, yeah?” 

“mmhmmmm,” you whined while kissing his neck and licking up his earlobe, whispering, “cum for me, daddy,”

that did it. you felt him convulsing from sheer pleasure as he came in you, ropes and ropes of his release painting your walls, dick twitching inside you violently as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, holding you in place, nuzzling into your neck, mumbling, “love you, ma.”

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a/n: thank you for reading till the end!! this was smth lol lwk self-indulgent skdjds. im new to writing smut so, im sorry for any mistakes!! i hope yall enjoyed mwahmwah<3

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