about me
call me Pixie! I'm 26, pansexual, in the final year of my PhD, and read a lot of smut to cope. I need a space to vibe and thrive, welcome to that space.
do not interact if you are under 18
there will be a lot of NSFW content
but probably cats too
masterlist
Levi is proud of you
nsfw Cockwarming Daddy (No names, but written with Erwin, Gojo, Nanami and Toji in mind)
nsfw Sundress Temptations (reader and Toji are horny for each other)
nsfw Picture Me (Ongoing, Photographer Levi x Reader)
current obsessions
AoT
- I simp for Levi and Erwin, always. Reiner and Zeke are also unexpected pussy moisteners. And Miche, because I read a rlly hot fic about him once.
JJK
- I haven't even finished watching but have read a LOT of fanfic, this is pretty much how I get into a fandom.
- Gojo, Nanami, Toji can get it
Haikyuu
- I know basically nothing about this show, but I think I want to be fucked by everyone when they're of age
Home for the holidays and recovering from the worst time of your grad school life, you're hoping for a peaceful break.
That is, until your older brother's best friend walks in on you at an inopportune time, discovering your secret.
Photographer Levi/Reader
Fluff, Smut, Festive Cheer
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Alright, surprise, new fic alert! I had planned so many over the past year, and then ended up writing this chapter overnight suddenly and also hi I am the stressed out postgrad it's ME MY THESIS IS DUE IN 2 MONTHS I SHOULDN'T BE HERE-
Okay I know I’ve been away but thank you all so much for the follows/likes/comments on my fics, I really appreciate it 🥺 I’ve been super busy with deadlines and a big ol holiday with a group of friends in which something very fanfictiony and NSFW happened and so I am getting IDEAS
Anyway ye I’ll channel that horny energy into writing
Summary: Toji x reader
You're clearly horny for your best friend's dad and he knows. After all, he is too.
C/W: Explicit content. Pining, jealousy, misunderstanding, objectification I guess. Age gap, Daddy kink, praise kink, lots of pet names, thigh riding, fingering, multiple orgasms, tiny baby hint of other kinks. A bunch of dirty talk, probably too much.
ehehe ok bye
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You’re so obvious. It’s precious, really.
He thinks you’re not even fully aware. He’ll catch you while he’s in the middle of an angry rant about work, your eyes both unfocused and at the same time heavily fixated on his hands. He won’t even finish what he was saying, just looks amused as you blink slowly, owlishly. He’ll flex his fingers a little, even, showing off how big they are, how they can move, what they could do to you. This affects you greatly, by the way your eyes become half-lidded with lust, and your thighs press together with need.
This affects him greatly, too. Before he remembers who he is.
“Sweetheart, you okay?”
You gasp, shocked back into your reality, a reality where he isn’t touching you with those godly hands. “S-sorry, I… just got a little lost in thought.”
He hums innocently. “About what?”
Just because he can’t have you, doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun.
He enjoys the way your cheeks redden, as you become suddenly unable to look at him. “Just uh, you know, college shit. Bunch of assignments, gotta ask Meg a couple things.”
His eyes darken a little. “Right. Go on then, he’s upstairs, I got a couple of calls to make.”
“Ah, okay, uh good seeing you Toji-san.”
He notices your furtive glance at his hands again before he moves into the kitchen to quench his growing thirst.
You’ve been staring.
He knows. He’s been staring at you even longer.
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He remembers the first time you met. Meg casually mentioned that a new friend would be coming over right then and there alongside Yuji and he wanted to introduce his dad, and not that Toji would care ordinarily, but he was in the middle of getting ready for a date and not happy about the interruption.
Until he saw you. Pretty, sweet, polite you, looking incredibly flustered as he was still topless, having not finished getting dressed, indignantly telling his son to make it quick – not that he regretted seeing your reaction.
“Alright, you can finish getting ready for your date now, dad.”
He noticed your expression shift, more downcast, and told you all it had suddenly been cancelled (his date is still pissed to this day).
After that first conversation he learned that you shared a few classes with Meg and Yuji, that you were top of the class (after Meg, he didn’t fail to clarify smugly), that you were extremely competitive (judging by your resulting pout), but blindingly kind and caring, speaking nothing but praise about the two boys.
He saw the way Megumi looked at you as you spoke, and learned something else.
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You came over several more times after that, disappearing into Megumi’s room for long periods of time. He never asked what you kids were up to, his son sheepishly mumbling about homework before dragging you up there. He didn’t want to think about it.
You would without fail come down to see him, though. Usually under some pretense of getting water, a snack, Megumi falling asleep early. Not in a hurry to go home, somehow comfortable enough to just hang around him, ask him about his work, watch shitty TV together.
It was the best part of his day.
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“Toji-san?”
He murmurs your name almost in wonder as he opens the front door. He was just thinking about you, and here you are.
“Hey darling, Meg’s not here at the moment.”
He notices a couple of very intriguing details. Subtle, yet perceptible to someone who has watched you so much he can count the freckles on your face. Your lips, always captivating, look extra enchanting today, tinted red with a sheen. But what he really appreciates is your cute sundress, a dainty, floral piece with an alluring thigh slit, and a neckline that accentuates your cleavage. You look… very nice today. His eyes wander over the exposed flesh greedily as you speak.
“Oh yeah, I know he’s away. Sorry, guess it’s habit to come here, I can leave if you’re busy-“
“Stay. Uh, come in, I just finished a workout.”
He doesn’t mean for that to draw your attention to him in particular, it was the truth, but enjoys the way your eyes rake over his sweaty body nevertheless before bouncing inside with a newfound spring in your step. He tuts silently with a smile as he lets you in. You were so energetic. And so horny.
“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Tea? Water? Beer?”
You smile teasingly. “I’ll have what you’re having.”
“Water first,” for a thirsty girl, he jokes to himself.
“Mm yes please!”
He’d heard you beg before in his dreams. He shakes that thought off as he fills up two glasses. When he comes back you’re spread on the couch, on your back, absentmindedly watching the news. He uses the moment before you see him to appreciate your figure, eyes wandering over your thighs and the way the hem of your little dress rises as you stretch your arms back with a yawn. He feels a growing ache, one that he needs to address before it gets worse.
“Water for the pretty lady.”
You beam beautifully at him, reaching for the glass and hurriedly taking gulps, uncaring of the way drops trickle past your lips, down the column of your neck, reaching your cleavage. He doesn’t think it’s an accident when your finger dips slightly below the v-neckline of your dress to catch a drop, tracing it back up your chest, and he imagines his tongue doing the same.
“I’m showering.” Toji announces suddenly. “Uh, you know where the beer is if you want.”
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Fucking tease, he thinks without any malice, chanelling that energy into furiously palming his cock as water runs down his body. An array of images is brought forth to his mind, spurring him along. Your plump lips hungrily swallowing the water, how they could fit so perfectly against his. Your smooth thighs, looking so touchable, so kissable, how they could wrap around his waist as he grabs at your ass. Your cute doe eyes, looking so interested in what he has to say, when he groans about work, when he admits he doesn’t know how to be a better father to his son, filling him with warmth when you reassure him that he’s doing good. That he’s not a complete fuck-up.
The hungry way you unashamedly undress him mentally, look at him pleadingly.
Would you look at him like that as he’s stuffing his cock into your mouth? Like he’s giving you everything you ever wanted? Begging him not to stop?
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Once he feels he has regained enough control to survive whatever sultry performance you throw at him, he joins you for a beer. You’re looking at some of the framed photos sitting on the coffee table. He digs out an album and shows you pictures of baby Megumi which you coo at cutely. You have a different reaction to seeing a younger Toji, and shyly ask to see more.
“What, old me not hot enough for ya?”
“Y-of course you are and that was a rhetorical question wasn’t it?”
He laughs, pleased by your reddening cheeks, and can’t help pinching one slightly.
“Toji-san!” You whine, and he has to work extra hard to remain composed.
“You’re just too cute not to tease, sorry darling.”
As he continues showing you pictures and regaling you with stories whilst you finish up your beers, you end up moving closer until your head is resting comfortably on his chest, his arm instinctively moving to wrap around your shoulders. His fingers trail down one of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He barely notices until you stutter in the middle of a comment, and then he sees you fixating on the way his hand encloses around yours, teasingly tracing your fingers.
He doesn’t say anything for a while, noting your reaction; your breathing gets a little heavier, your legs press together. He also looks for any sign of discomfort, of any awareness of the situation you might show. He’s certainly aware, but too entranced to stop.
You hum, with a hint of intrigue. “Your hands… they’re big.”
“Hm?”
Before he can really do anything about it, you’ve taken a hold of his hand, examining his digits, and stick your tongue out to give a curious little lick. He inhales sharply. You slowly coax one, then two of his fingers into your mouth and he stops breathing.
When he finds his voice, he tries to be the grown-ass adult he should be. “Baby.”
You moan at the petname, and he silently berates himself because of course he knows you like that.
“You should’t-we can’t. Megumi.”
Your lips release his fingers with a‘pop’ that resounds temptingly. “Mmm, Megumi doesn’t need to know I’m sucking his Daddy’s fingers.”
Toji groans more desperately, feeling a sudden tightness in his pants. “Stop, he doesn’t deserve this.”
You huff, slightly irritated. “Deserve what? He only thinks it’s a little weird I’m into you but like, he’s fine with it.”
“He-what? You’ve… discussed this?”
“Well, I don’t tell him all the details,” you whisper with a smirk. “He doesn’t know the thoughts I have. What I want you to do. What I want to do to you. But he says it’s none of his business, as long as I’m happy and you don’t hurt me. And I don’t think you will. Unless I want you to.”
His pupils blow a little wider at how confident you’re being at playing the seductress. He just needs to confirm…
“None of his business, huh? So I got this completely wrong? You’re not dating?”
You pause in confusion, before letting out a cackle of disbelief. “You’ve really not noticed? The way he looks at Yuji? Poor little me has to hear all about it everytime I come over.”
No. No he hadn’t, really. Because he’s always been looking at you, though he supposes he could figure it out in retrospect. Before he can ponder this revelation (and how to best show his support to his son), you sit up to face him, palms placed flat against his chest. His heart hammers, wondering what you’ll do. Then, against his expectations, you press a kiss on his cheek, and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Wide-eyed, he soon reciprocates, hands rubbing up and down your back as he hears your meek confession.
“I’m sure it’s obvious but I… I really like you. But like, more than just a “I wanna fuck my best friend’s dad”. Which is definitely true.”
He chuckles against your head. “I know. And for the record, I feel the same.”
“You wanna fuck your best friend’s dad?”
“Funny. Seriously sweetheart, I can’t even tell you how much you mean to me. Just your company is more than enough, wouldn’t have even dreamed you’d want more.”
“I dream about it all the time. You wanna know what I dream about?”
The teasing lilt comes back, and he smirks. “Why don’t you show me?”
Your hands move up and down his chest, eyes wandering towards his groin, his thighs, before meeting his intense gaze.
“Can I kiss you?”
You ask so sweetly, and before he knows it, his lips press against yours first, fingers tangling themselves in your hair. It’s a few curious kisses, leading to longer, lingering ones before you pull away breathlessly.
“No fair, I was gonna do that first!”
“Sorry, couldn’t resist. You can take the lead for the rest, if you like.”
It’s not often he gives up control to anyone, but if it’s you…
“Hmm, no, want you to. Maybe next time.”
He grins wildly, pushing you down onto the coach and following suit for several more kisses. The offer is still there, but he’s nonetheless thrilled you want him to take the reins. You sigh happily against him as his tongue glides against your bottom lip, licking your lipgloss, and then your tongue. You explore each other languidly, enjoying the taste, the feel of something you had both been longing for, for so long. He pulls away, a string of saliva briefly connecting you, and once again he looks. At your disoriented expression, eyes fluttered shut, drool catching at the side of your pretty mouth (which he licks at), chest heaving temptingly. Your back arches with need, unable to quite express what it is you need, just letting out little moans as he kisses down your neck, a greedy hand trailing up your thigh, dragging the hem of your dress with it.
“These are the fingers your little mouth sucked on,” he muses, and you clench your thighs together until he pulls them apart and lifts them up around his hips. “What did you imagine, hm? What do you want these fingers to do?”
“Don’t-don’t know-ah!”
His hand rubs at the top of your thigh, enjoying the warmth of your skin there. You tighten your legs around him, moving your hips to try and catch his hand where you need him. “Don’t know, huh? You were pretty vocal earlier, you know.” He suckles at your neck, a finger ghosting over your panties much to your delight judging by the the needy moan that elicits, before pulling away.
“Fuck, Toji!”
Toji snickers, ignoring his growing ache and instead wrapping his arms under your arching back to pull you onto his lap.
“God you’re so horny sweetheart aren’tcha? I make you feel like that?”
“Y-yeah,” you sniffle, “always feel like that around you.”
“Hmm?” He spurs you on as one of his large hands sweeps down your neck towards a breast, slowly swirling a clothed nipple with his palm, eliciting gasps. “Poor baby. So sensitive, yeah?”
Your mouth is open, eyes fluttering shut as you ground down against his clothed thigh. “A-ah, feelssogood, please, please,”
There was the begging he couldn’t stop dreaming about.
“Please… who?”
Your eyes screw shut even tighter, almost stunned that he knows exactly what you’re thinking, what you like, what he is to you. But then, you suppose you’ve never been that subtle.
Toji thinks he’s taken it too far when you don’t answer, musing that he won’t push it for now, maybe another time, until he hears your voice so faintly he almost misses it.
“D-daddy, please…” you breathe out, head bowing down to the crook of his neck to hide your embarassment. “Please make me feel good.”
He exhales sharply, cock twitching, as his hand comes to stroke your head that burrows even further into him. “Good girl.”
He moves you up slightly so you’re sitting snuggly on his groin, letting you resume your needy grinding on him. He groans in your ear, still stroking your hair. “I’ll do, ha, whatever you want baby. Can help you come however you want.”
You hump him even faster at that, more desperately, and his other hand strokes down your back almost in reassurance.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Wanna come on my lap like this? Sound like you’re real close.”
He can feel your warmth, your wetness, dampening through the fabric of your panties and his trousers. Your little mewls drive him crazy, going straight to his cock. One of the delicate straps of your dress has fallen past your shoulder, inviting him to kiss, then bite the flesh there. Moving down, he decides he must pay service to your beautiful tits, and so he pulls the other strap down and nudges the neckline until he’s greeted by your perked up nipples.
Immediately, his tongue flicks against one before capturing it in his mouth and sucking desperately. You cry out, wail, hips moving erratically until he feels a flood of wetness.
“Fuck baby, did you come?”
You almost start sobbing. “Please, not enough, please,”
“Need you to use your words, what do you need?”
“Just, touch me, anything, please, my-my pussy.”
“Lift up your dress.”
The gentle, authorative tone has you scrambling to obey. He groans appreciatively at your submissiveness and the huge wet patch visible on your panties.
“Take your panties off too, darling.”
He wants to say more, wants to gush at how pretty you are, but he knows how needy you are for him. Almost as much as he needs you.
You rush to remove the offending clothing, flinging it away before resuming your previous position, and he only allows a brief moment to stare, enthralled at your wet little pussy and throbbing clit, dripping and clenching on his lap, before his hand cups you there, fingers moving to rub up and down your slit, rubbing the slick that gathers onto your clit. You wail again before biting your lip. “Fuck, so wet baby. Turn around.”
Again, without question, you turn to sit on his lap, legs spreading as far as they’ll go to give him all the access he needs. “Want Daddy’s fingers inside?”
“Yes, yes yes,”
He smiles, pushes his middle finger inside, and finds he cannot stop talking from there.
“Jesus you're so tight, so wet around me. Want another? Want me to stretch your little cunt? There we go- don’t know how we’re gonna get my cock in you sweetheart, it’s gonna be a big fit but I know you can take it, you’re so good for me. Can fucking feel you dripping all over, gonna fuck you with my fingers, okay?”
You can barely keep up with his words but nod ferociously at the prospect of his thick fingers fucking you, and when they do you keen. “A-ah Daddy, so-good-“
You dimly register the movement of his hips as he presses his hard cock, still confined in his now stained sweatpants, against your back. He kisses your hairline before moving to your ear. “Good thing no one’s here, your messy pussy’s being so loud baby.”
It’s fucking unfair, how relatively composed he seems whilst saying the dirtiest things to rile you up. It’s certainly hard not to notice the squelching as his fingers pound into you, so unashamedly loud, resounding in the room as you drip down his fingers, down your legs (and his), and onto the couch. You squirm uncontrollably, so much so he has to hook one of his legs over your thigh to keep it spread open, arm tightening its hold across your waist as you take his relentless fingerfucking like his good little girl. When his fingers curl you gasp and sob, stuttering out incomphrensible words that let him know you’re close again.
“Do it for me princess, come,, let it all out, then you’re gonna taste yourself since you like my fingers in your mouth so much, hm? My filthy girl.”
You let out a broken scream, muffled by his lips on yours as you gush around him, hands reaching out to grasp at his wrist, unsure if you’re needing him to stop or continue.
“Ah, fuck,” you gasp out when he pulls away, the hand holding you against him rubbing comfortingly at your skin.
“You come so beautifully, sweetheart.”
You give a watery smile, still overwhelmed with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Heh, thanks.”
“Can you open your mouth for me?”
You do so dutifully without much thought, awaiting his fingers. He waits a little, looking tenderly at your mouth. “Tongue out.”
Your tongue peeks out instantly. Humming in acknowledgement, he finally takes his fingers from your still spasming pussy, observing the creamy essence that coats them, and wipes them against your tongue with a fascinated stare. “Such a good girl, cleaning her pussy juices off my fingers. Suck them.”
You moan at your taste, mouth enclosing around his fingers once again, making sure to lick every last bit off.
“Hm, can’t wait to taste your pretty cunt. Bet it tastes so sweet”
You release his fingers with a whine. “Can’t wait – need your cock. Now.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s cock needs to be inside you too. Let’s go to my bedroom, hm? Don’t want our first time to be on the couch.”
“Even though I’ve already made a mess of it?” You snigger, but lift your arms up around his neck anyway so he can carry you. You snuggle into his neck, feeling warm, cared for, at home, loving how easily he picks you up. The journey into his room takes too long for your liking, but you pacify yourself through kisses against his neck, first gentle, then gradually nipping at the skin, smiling at the resulting groan. “Like a little pain, Toji?”
A low growl resounds, rumbling deep from his chest. “You’re being a brat.”
“Hmm maybe we’ll have to explore that. I’d love to mark you all over.”
He responds by throwing you on the bed. “The only thing we’ll be exploring is my cock inside your tight little cunt, got it?”
You try to behave the meek little girl, biting your lip to sell the acquiescent, submissive act, but it cannot quite stop the upturn of your lips as you mentally bookmark his reaction, which includes his very noticeable erection. “Okay, Daddy. Come fuck me now, please?”
His eyes soften as he moves closer until he’s standing in front of you at the bottom of the bed. You look up at him as he cups your face, comprehending the pause in mood. “You sure?”
“I would hope nothing in my behaviour yet suggests otherwise. Yes, Toji, I am completely sure.” You pull him down until your lips meet, doing your best to convey as much assurance and desire as you can in a kiss. Your hands move to the hem of his shirt, fingers curling under to move it up his torso. “Want you. Please take me.”
After another desperate kiss, you both pull the clothing off, and you hungrily take in the sight of his broad, strong chest, fingers trailing down the firm plane of his abs. “Fuck. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”
“If it’s even half as much as me thinking about you… it’s a lot.” He cuts himself off with a groan as you kiss and lick down his torso, hands palming at his clothed erection before pulling down his sweatpants.
You moan even a little too lewdly for you at the sight of his cock springing up to greet you. A frazzled part of your brain wants to talk to it, but mostly you want to taste him. Your tongue swipes across the angry, red tip, and he curses roughly. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, hand wrapping around the base and pumping up and down, wanting to feel the hot firmness of his length. “I’m serious. Can’t stop thinking about how you’d taste, fuck myself to the thought every night. Want you in my mouth so deep, wanna choke on you. Heh you’re so big, don’t think I could take half of it.”
You move as if to test that hypothesis, mouth positioned at his tip, until he roughly pushes you onto your back. “No,” his voice comes out strangled. “Not now. Need to be in you, now.”
You pout only for a second before the fluttering of your pussy reminds you that you need that too and sucking the life out of his cock can wait for another day. Maybe tomorrow. So, you nod frantically.
He launches himself at you, kissing over your face, before moving back to remove your dress. “This dress.” He pauses, almost unsure what he was going to say, as if his mouth moved ahead of his brain. “You look beautiful.”
You beam. “I tried for you. So don’t rip it off, okay?”
“It is very tempting,” he grunts, but manages to remove it without a hitch, placing more feverish kisses on your breasts and running his hands up and down the sides of your body. You immediately hook your legs around him, needing to rub against his bare cock. “Wait-condom in the drawer.”
“I’m safe,” you whisper after a pause, almost shyly. “Is-is that okay? Are you? Wanna feel you.”
He strokes the side of your face tenderly, wanting to commit the next scene to memory. “Yeah baby? Sure?”
Your nod prompts him to rub his leaking tip up and down your slit, and you sigh, arms tightening around his neck to bring him in for another kiss. As he pushes the head of his cock into you slowly, your mouth hangs open against his, gasps from you both mingling together. He pulls back slightly before pushing in again, and continues shallow thrusts of just his tip, getting you adjusted. You squelch lewdly around him with every movement.
“A-ah, more,” you pant softly, “please, m’ready.”
Not wanting to tease either of you much longer after all the build-up, he pushes in slowly, watching your face reverently as your eyes flutter shut and your mouth hangs open. “Let me know if it’s too much.”
“S’good,” you barely get out, your voice sounding tight. “Just-slow.”
“’Course, pretty girl.”
Repeating the same movement as before, he pulls back, and pushes in more of his length, fucking you slowly, accompanied by soft kisses until you whine and try to pull more of him in. “T-Toji, you can go faster now.”
“Hold on baby, let me get all the way inside.”
Your eyes open, widening at the words. “Oh you-huh, you’re big.”
He snorts. “You saw it.”
“Yeah well, I think you gained a couple more inches since-ah!”
He thrusts particularly deeply, pushing the last few inches of his cock inside. “Fuck,” he groans, “Sorry, are you okay?”
You breathe shakily against his ear. “Y-yeah, fuck, fuck, you’re, can really feel you in there.”
Pausing to relish in the godly feel of your wet warmth hugging his cock, he looks down at your taut body to where you both are connected, groaning deeply when he notices the slight bulge on your abdomen, especially when he presses down against it. “Yeah, Daddy’s really splitting you open, hm? How do you feel?”
You sniff, hips trying to move against him, though he doesn’t budge. “Full. Don’t want you to leave.”
“Don’t think I could bear leaving at this point.”
His hands find purchase on your thighs, spreading your legs wide so he’s free to move. When he pulls back almost all the way and slams into you, you give a sinful wail that would almost concern him if not for your encouraging declarations that urge him on.
“Yesss, yesyesyes, fuck, fuck you feelsogood, ha-“
He quickens his pace, cock twitching as tears spill from the corner of your eyes and you continue to babble in delight. “So pretty baby,” he moans, kissing away the salty wetness from your face, “and so fucking tight, dripping on my big cock, I’m so proud.”
He feels you clench at the praise.
“Wanna keep you on my cock all the time. While I work, around my friends, show them how good you take me. Can I show them?”
You let out a hoarse cry, feeling your cunt, clit, heart throb. “Use me, Daddy. However you want. I’m yours.”
He growls, pushing your knees even further back until they almost touch your shoulders, pounding into you with renewed urgency. You can do nothing but helplessly take it, tightening quickly around him especially when the movement creates friction against your clit with every slam.
“D-don’t stop, please!” You let out a pretty whine.
As if he would. He was addicted.
“Gonna take good care of you, okay? Such a good girl for me,” he coos, seeing your eyebrows crease in a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. The shift in expression that signals you reaching your peak is just mesmerising to him; he loves how transparent you are with your pleasure. “Gonna come again for Daddy? Is this pretty pussy gonna get all messy around me?”
Your mouth hangs open as you squeal, feeling the tightening coil begin to snap. “D-daddy yesyes I’m coming-ah!”
Body thrashing within the limited space between his own caging yours, he helps you ride your orgasm out as he keeps pumping inside you, cock drenched with your juices. He lets out a guttural groan as he joins you in his own euphoric bliss, spilling inside you.
It feels like time stops for you, adrift in another dimension where you need to hold on to each other as tightly as possible lest you drift away.
Eventually you feel your soul return, but you still clutch at him desperately, a stifled sob escaping. Toji looks almost alarmed, forcing his collapsed body to shift to the side so he can scoop you into him more easily. “Darling, you alright?”
“Yeah,” you sniff, breathing heavily still, “it was really good, I just… feel…”
Overwhelmed, vulnerable? You can’t seem to verbalise it, but he thinks he understands. He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes you to him and rubs over your back in a soothing, repetitive motion. “Just need a moment, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”
The words bring forth a giggle. “You just did.”
“There are many ways to take care of a beautiful girl. One way is with my very talented dick. Another is cuddling, followed by cleaning her up, followed by more cuddling.”
“Hmm. And chocolate?”
“Chocolate could be involved.”
You nuzzle into him, smiling against his skin. “Thank you. That was, um, pretty incredible.”
He can think of many smug comments to say, about his performance, about how your three orgasms speak for itself, about how he’s so fucking relieved you’re not dating his son. He simply kisses you, one kiss for each of those thoughts as your limbs entangle.
You lay in his arms for a good while, until a thought nags at you.
“When is Megumi supposed to be back?”
“Hey Dad, I’m home.” A voice rings out from downstairs.
Well, there’s your answer.
“Wh-WHY is there underwear on the couch-DAD!”
“Ah, shit,” Toji mumbles into your hair, breathing you in deeply.
“Hm,” you look thoughtful for a second. “Well if he’s coming up anyway… MEGUMI, CAN YOU GET US SOME CHOCOLATE FROM THE KITCHEN PLEASE? THANKS.”
“What the fuck?!”
Toji sighs, unhappy about the incoming disturbance. Resigned to the inevitable chaos, he gives you a final kiss before wrestling you into his shirt. After all, he’s the only one who gets to look at you like this now.
Glad people are enjoying my first smutty post! Will edit the pinned post with each update & probably record these ideas there too for accountability lol - what should I work on next?
(And yes, the Levi/Erwin refer to either or BOTH c'monnnn)
“Mmm sweetheart, creaming all over my cock,” he murmurs against your forehead, peppering kisses across sweaty skin. “Such a messy girl for Daddy, my messy baby girl.” All his.
Shuddered sobs erupt from your swollen lips at his filthy words as you squirm on his lap, pressing yourself into his length. “Fuck, please please please I’ve been good, I’ll be good I’ll do anything- please fuck me!”
“Think I’ll stay still sweetheart, still got some more work to look over,” you can feel his lips upturning against your skin as you whine petulantly. “But go ahead, rut against me, you can make yourself feel good on my cock.”
Without hesitation your hips move erratically – he tightens his hold so you can't quite bounce like you (and, let’s be honest, he) wants to, but soon settle into a rocking motion, finding a way to maximise both of your pleasure (ever the efficient girl, he was so proud). Harsh gasps turn into high-pitched squeals as you feel your g-spot being stimulated with every movement.
"That's my girl," his gravelly voice rumbles against you. Large hands leisurely wander up and down your taut body, rolling pebbled nipples between his warm fingers.
“Pleaseeeee, need more!”
“Mmmmm,” he acknowledges with a few chaste kisses on your neck, moving one hand down to rub gentle circles against your puffy clit. A stuttered gasp turns into a sob, and he catches stray tears running down your cheeks, cooing against you as he feels himself throb even more. “Fuck baby, it’s okay, you’ve been so good, I’ll make it all better now.”
With that, he finally moves - thrusting deeply into you, launching a series of “yesyesyessss” and “thank you thank you thank you”, and mostly nonsensical babbling that leaves him breathless. So pretty.
Moving his hips faster, one of his hands holds your neck, pinning you against his shoulder so he can watch your tits bounce in time with the depraved sounds of squelching coming from your cunt.
"A-ah g-gonna- so close-"
He presses his lips against yours, urgently and yet still with care, showing his love, his devotion to his girl as you gush around his aching cock. So precious.
And all his.
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erwin smith, toshi fushiguro, gojo satoru, kento nanami (and any other daddies you like ehe)
