·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ HOW THEY FUCK YOU (WITH LINKS)

If I had a nickel for every time Aleksa put something up his ass and tried to make Alex smell it, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it's happened twice

i know he’s crazy but he’s the one i want

hes so long 😃

Day 27: Toji + anal

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Warnings: anal, painal to some extent, daddy kink, pet names (babygirl), some degradation, kissing, biting, clothes ripping, female reader, manhandling

Summary: Toji disciplines his bratty, naughty babygirl...

"Get on the bed."

"No."

"On the bed, babygirl. Don't make me ask again."

"No. I don't-"

A yelp as his shoulder met your stomach, the world turning upside down as he lifted you up and landed a harsh slap on your ass. Big hands meeting your upturned ass making you bang your fists against the large expanse of his back, an amused chuckle as he dropped you on the bed. The chuckles turning into a growl when you kicked your legs out at him and tried to crawl away towards the other side. Another yelp leaving your mouth as his palm met your upturned ass again, the other cheek this time, making you turn back to glare at him.

Except, he wasn't smiling.

Toji stood, one hand wrapped around your ankle as the other held his weight on the mattress. Eyebrow raised as he stared down at you, dark hair flopping over his face making him seem even more annoyed at you, the anger you felt slowly seeping from your body and making you pout a little in apology.

"Toji, I-"

"No."

"Daddy, I-"

"Nice try, babygirl. Still no."

Full blown pout now, lower lip jutted out as he tugged you down the bed and bent you over the side of it. Warm chest to your back as he rolled your skirt up and exposed your legs and underwear, the latter ripped off you as he fell to tatters on the floor. You felt his hand cup your breasts before the neckline was tugged down, nipples tugged and massaged until you were keening and panting. The click of the cap as he held your shoulder and squirted some on your ass, the cold gel making you hiss as you reached back for him, only to have your ass spanked again.

"You know I gotta punish you, don't you?" A sad nod as you looked back at him, lip still jutted out hoping to gain a little sympathy from him. "Don't pull that face. You know too well what happens when you misbehave."

The rustle of his clothes behind you, seeing his top hit the bed in front of you before he tugged you back towards him again. Warm skin, large hands stroking your clit as his other hand lubed himself up and pressed into your hole. A gasp as you tried to move away, hearing the tut behind you before his large, beefy arm came around your hips and held you in place. The fingers between your legs now eased by your own wetness, Toji's thick cock splitting you open as he pushed oast the first ring of muscle. Your head dropping low as you kept yourself from clenching down, your fingers meeting his are you rubbed the dull ache away.

"You know I hate doing this, babygirl. Daddy would much rather stretch you open before he fucks your little ass, but you were naughty. You get that right?"

A nod, small tears in your eyes as you felt him pull out and push back in again further this time. His hand leaving your clit to hold your ass open and stretch you wide, pushing his thick girth into you again, without warning or preamble, until his balls rested on your pussy. The breath punched from your lungs, hands grabbing the blanket for purchase as you sobbed openly now. Small gasps and cries, Toji's harsh breathing and the slippery sounds of your fingers moving on your sensitive clit as he fucked your ass. The stretch so much more than usual without the normal prep, he felt so big inside you. Thumbs holding your hole stretched around him, palms gripping your ass as his hips pistoned in and out in a steady pace, no chance for reprieve as he simply took.

"Daddy, I'm sorry."

"I know, baby. I know."

"It's too big, daddy I can't."

The last word a sob, hand reaching back to hold his hips and stop him moving, the action ignored when he simply took your hands and pinned them in the small of your back. The movement giving him extra momentum to spear your ass open, harsh grunts as he pushed in and held himself there until you tried to move away again, wrists held tight as he arched your back and whispered in your ear.

"Naughty little sluts gets their asses fucked like this, don't they? Hmm? Daddy would much rather you enjoy this, but you were so naughty today I had no choice."

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

hi! idk if ur requests are open but if it is, how about y/n doing Tojis skincare?? overall fluff tehee thank uuu

Okay so I had two requests very similar surrounding the idea of Toji & skin care routines so im gonna mix em together, I hope you don't mind!! <3

Cw: just fluff <3

↳ much like the manicure incident – toji is extremely reluctant to go near your facial creams, especially after he's seen the array of pastel greens and pinks adorning your porcelain countertop

↳ You're doing your regular night routine; soft skin covered in an olive cream while you rub a birthday cake scented lotion into the skin of your arms gently when Toji walks into the bathroom behind you, pulling his shirt off in the process

↳ as you listen to him shuffle around in the walk-in closet an idea strikes you; and Toji, knowing you all too well, gives a heavy sigh as he pulls up his pyjama bottoms

↳ "What is it, brat?" you can hear the faux annoyance in his voice

↳ "I didn't even do anything!" you whine through a sheepish smirk, watching the dried face mask crack around your smile

↳ Toji makes his way behind you, scratching at his lower tummy below his night shirt as you push your frog bath headband back up, pushing your hair behind your ears.

↳ He reached a hand around to cup at the top of the headband, pressing a kiss to the back of your head as you giggle

↳ "I know, i know," he teases through another sigh, "now, what is it?"

↳ You're quiet for a few seconds; debating how to ask him to join in on your nightly facial routine, much less convince him

↳ Toji plays with the hem of your pj shorts heedlessly as you watch yourself in the mirror

↳ "willyoudoafacemaskwithme?" you mumble quickly

↳ "no."

↳ your face falls almost instantly, "why not?", voice cracking in a whine

↳ "Cus," he doesn't bother to look at you, running his toothbrush under tap as you bump your head into his shoulder with a pitched groan

↳ "That's not fair," you sniffle softly, feet cold against the black tiles of your bathroom, "or nice." since when was your bathroom so cold

↳ Toji sighs and you know you've won, smiling excitedly when he ushers a tired, "fine..."

↳ "Yes!" you bounce off his arm and hurry to your bag of facial creams and scrubs

↳ Toji watches you cautiously – and its in this moment he comes to terms with the fact that he's whipped; slowly brushing his teeth as you scramble about the small yellow cosmetic bag he'd bought you when he saw you coo over the small teddy bear decal

↳ with a content giggle, you turn to him as he spit into the sink, drying his mouth with a towel as he looks over the array of pink and green filled bottles - narrowing his eyes at the cute designs decorating the packaging of each product; almost as if they were teasing him

↳ you pull him into your bedroom, directing him to sit on the bench at the foot of your bed as you place your bag of chosen creams onto the duvet of your bed

↳ "head up," you motion with your chin, grabbing your teddy bear headband you pushed it over his head, small fluffy ears sitting right atop his hairline

↳ "awhhh!" You smile so wide your eyes scrunch up with your bubbled cheeks

↳ "try not to look too excited." Toji rolls his eyes, leaning back against the end of the bed and watching as you lather some of the green gel onto your hands, gently rubbing them together before massaging the cold substance into his rough cheeks

↳ his stubble tickles your fingers as the cream begins to sud, already creating a healthy glow around his tired expression

↳ "all done!" You raise your hands with a chirpy smile, rushing to the bathroom to rinse your hands off

↳ making you way back into your bedroom, you'd grabbed your phone from your bed before crawling up the cold duvet up to the headboard

↳ "c'mere," you motioned for Toji to follow

↳ he took a seat next to you, both of your backs resting against the pillows that were still stet from when you'd made the bed that morning

↳ "so how long do I have to keep this shit on?" Toji groaned, scratching at his shoulder before dropping his hand into his lap roughly

↳ rolling your eyes, you pulled your timer up on your phone, setting the correct time before opening up your camera

↳ "fifteen minutes–"

↳ "fifteen minutes?!"

↳ "yes, now be quiet and take some photos with me."

↳ "Jesus Christ."

↳ you took a practice photo of the two of you; soft animal headbands complimenting one another and faces covered in a healthy green cream

↳ "Toji you're so cute!"

↳ he didn't reply, crossing his arms over his chest as you continued to pose, the synonymous click! Of the camera echoing about the flaxen lit room

↳ by the time the timer went off, you'd taken so many photos you had a low storage notification – making you smile as you scrolled through the numerous amounts of photos of the two of you

↳ jumping up from the bed, you hurried to the bathroom to soak two towels before making your way into the bedroom again

↳ throwing the damp towel at Toji you began to wipe the caked product from your cheeks

↳ he copied your actions, heading to the bathroom to watch as the olive mask peeled from his tan skin, leaving behind a healthy glow

↳ the two of your rinsed your faces off once more before heading to bed, Toji spooning you as you spoke softly to him

↳ "Can we do that again? I had so much fun tonight."

↳ toji smiled in the soft darkness of the room, a large hand coming up to run down the length of your arm gently

↳ "ill think about it."

Yeah, he's whipped

wrote this in may ^^ didn’t like it at the time but it’s grown on me so wanted to share! we love dilfs with black lungs on this page WHO CHEERED

toji x reader

warnings: smoking, sfw

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toji’s steel toed work boots thump audibly as he treks backwards towards your bed. the older man fiddles with a knitted plush he has cupped in his hands, flexing its little arms with a half-amused chuckle.

“real cute setup you’ve got here.” he tells you, acting like he doesn’t practically live at your place most days. he kicks off his ridiculously heavy footwear and sinks down on the bed, throwing the plushie somewhere behind him.

toji pulls you into his lap once you reach him, palming the back of your thighs with a sigh. your smaller hands snake around the curve of his biceps, squeezing back with a smile.

you notice the slight tremble in his hands as he rubs a lock of your hair between his fingers, tired eyes flirting back and forth like they’re looking for something.

“when’s the last time you had a smoke? you ask him, pulling his under-eye down to peer at his bloodshot waterline.

“would have after work but wanted to beat the traffic.” he laughs, swatting your hand away with a sigh.

“here” you tell him, bracing yourself on his thigh to reach for one of his lighters he left on your nightstand.

“fuck. you don’t mind?” he asks, already reaching into his back pocket to pull out a carton of marlboro reds. he smacks the box into his palm a couple times, shaking a stick loose and placing it between his teeth.

“i like the smell i guess. reminds me of you.” you bring the zippo to the end of his mouth, tongue flitting out in concentration.

toji sucks the filter a couple times, turning the end a bright red. the acrid smell of tobacco hits your nose as smoke trails from either side of his lips, rising and tangling with the mesh sashes of your bedroom canopy.

he turns to exhale a plume of hot smoke towards the foot of your bed, rubbing your back as though to thank you for your leniency.

“wanna try a little?” he hold the cig up between two fingers, shaking it like he would a dog treat.

“i prefer something a little lighter.” you giggle. as much as the smell of burning tobacco comforted you, you couldn’t fathom how toji handled the taste.

“that fruity electric shit aint’ smoking pretty girl.” he laughs, patting your hip to make up for his teasing. you see the tremble in his hand gradually fade away as he takes in more and more of the smoke.

“fruity?” you laugh, recalling your embarrassing assortment of dessert flavored vapes.

“don’t care if it’s got the same ingredients as these.” he starts, reaching his hand out your window to ash soft grey embers to the wind. “you’d never see me taking hits off nothing strawberry shortcake flavored.”

you scoff at the older man’s jest, sitting further back in his lap to look at him. toji takes another drag, looking back at you with an infuriatingly charming smile.

“at least i’m not addicted.” you tease

“i’ll quit when i want to.” he tells you, holding the filter to your glossy lips. “here. just try it for me.”

you nod, leaning to suckle on the yellow filter in front of you. warm, thick fingers close around the base of your skull, holding you there.

toji takes the cig from you, immediately placing the flutter between his lips and rubbing calloused hands along your sides.

“you holding it?” he chuckles, waiting for you to cough out the bitter smoke.

you make due on his assumption, doubling over with a laugh and a fit of smoky grey hacks and coughs.

“awww.” toji jests, rubbing your back as the last of the smoke leaves your lungs.

“yeah nothing like that strawberry shortcake huh.” you can practically see the one sided smirk on his face.

sylus MAKES LOVE to you and you cannot convince me otherwise! my passionate missionary king!!!!!

yes he has his freaky bdsm moments, but 80% of the time its love making. slow kisses, deep, languid thrusts, his large hands warm and firm around your hips and thighs. hes so so into slow sex, letting it draw out for as long as he can. because yes he does indeed LOVE teasing, but he also loves to worship you.

sylus loves smothering you into the bed, loves being so touchy and needy!! hc that he doesnr rlly like doggy because you’re so far from him :( ..though he does like the view and seeing you bite into the pillow!

im just rambling atp but i love slow, passionate sex king sylus as well as kinky bdsm freaky king sylus!

i like when he gets a little frustrated