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adah ! she/her early twenties ˚ ✧ toji + jjk centric blog

do not translate my fics, republish them on other social media, or feed them to ai

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latest works !!

doctor!nanami is happy to meet your standards

toji loves praise

prone bone + restraining w/ toji

freak4freak suguru

toji’s only sweet when you’re deepthroating

choso loves cumming dry

fwb toji x camgirl reader

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cute blogggg

seen “fairuz enthusiast” in ur pinned and i urgently need to moot u

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O: ARE YOU BACK AGAIN

i never truly leave bc i am always reading smut somewhere somehow and fiddling with my drafts but yes + thank u for the flower dearest i feel so spoiled

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omg youre back….my goat…..hurry hurry….twiddle those thumbs on the keyboard….

i uhh i uh i uhhh when the uhh

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OMG MY GOAT BACK?

u don’t know how happy i am to see u

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WHICH LEADS ME TO ADD

you flash your chest at toji during an argument thinking it's gonna calm things down, but he just ends up stomping your way, throwing you over his shoulder and ending that argument right in the bedroom (your tits are full of bite marks the next morning)

i know this is a bit far from the point but the bite marks bit had my ears perking up like a dog bc toji has the perfect teeth for biting. insane fucking chompers.. like look at thrm. even when he bites down real soft u can see every little fleshy pink indent in ur skin from where he got you

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anal with toji…. putting you in a headlock…. while in prone bone…… and you have a vibrator pressed on your clit on the sheets beneath u and you’re crying from the overstimulation…. and he has a habit of nibbling on your ears when he’s close (and ur close too) and just— *nuts everywhere*

—🪽(i feel like people will start thinking of me as butt anon gulp)

i’ve been holding onto this ask like a pirate hoarding treasure.. fortunately u are the anal anon in my eyes but that is entirely a compliment + thank u for this

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doctor!nanami x patient!reader, fluff, flirting, hospital setting, descriptions of an injury. 

There are a handful of pressing things that have become apparent to you during the uncomfortable 20 minutes or so you’ve spent waiting to be seen in the ER. 

Your wrist aches, first and foremost. Anyone could tell that much from the raw edges of the burn that sits right above your pulse, courtesy of a midnight snack gone wrong. It’s an ugly sight, really, the raised skin creeping down from the bottom of your palm before fizzling out a couple inches past your wrist. You’ll probably stick to microwaved meals for the foreseeable future. 

The second thing being that you are horridly underdressed to be treated by what you discern is probably the hottest doctor you’ve ever seen. He’s young, late twenties maybe. Early thirties if you’re being generous. Clad in light blue scrubs and a pair of sensible shoes that don’t quite match his age but would have nearly made you giggle if not for the gravity of the situation. 

Dr. Nanami introduces himself with simple grace. Wide palm extended, thin wiry glasses perched on the end of his nose. You go to shake his hand with your dominant arm on instinct, reeling the limb back with a wince as your injury throbs from exertion.

“Careful.” he warns, motioning for you to show him the burn. A single gloved hand cups your elbow to support your arm, the other turning your wrist over gently in the pale light, exposing the rough edges of your accident.

“Busy night?” he jokes quietly, calming your frazzled nerves just the slightest bit. You drink up the attention like honey, trying not to dwell on how warm his palms feel through the thin layer of vinyl separating your skin from his. You laugh under your breath at the quip, shrugging with a hint of embarrassment.

“I probably shouldn’t cook this late anymore.” you admit sheepishly. That coaxes a laugh out of him. Something genuine that makes the sterile air of the examination room sit a little easier in your lungs. He sets your arm down in your lap before turning his back to you to root through a collection of drawers in the corner.

You watch him pull out a few sterile bags and set them neatly on the counter. Cotton swabs, a small tube of ointment, and two thick rolls of gel bandages and gauze. Nanami gathers up the supplies into his arm before closing the drawers and walking back over to you, setting them down next to you on the patient bed.

“Nervous?” he asks quietly, pulling a chair over before sitting down. There’s a tilt in his voice that wasn’t quite there before. Like he can somehow hear the way your heart stutters in his chest as he motions for you to give your arm back to him.

“I'm not.” your response comes out quicker than you’d have wanted. like you’re defending yourself from something inconceivable. Nanami laughs through his nose at you, green eyes glancing up briefly over his glasses to meet yours with an amused look.

“It’s my job to notice these things.” he reassures, eyes crinkling into the faint whisper of a smile. Your entire body feels warmer despite the steady stream of cold air circulating through the room. He makes quick work of your injury, deftly applying the ointment with his bottom lip worried between his teeth. You think you quite like the way his fingers look cradling your skin.

“You’re really good at that.” you mumble, cringing at your poor choice of words.

“Am I?” He chuckles with a shake of his head. “I would hope so.”

“You’re skilled, I meant.” You pause, nearly laughing out of embarrassment. “You’re very skilled.”

“I’m glad a man like me can meet your standards.” He says earnestly, looking up at you earnestly. He strips the backing off of the gel bandage before draping it over the burn, following up with a loose wrapping of gauze to keep everything in place

You laugh, crossing your ankles to quell the fire in your tummy. 

The bustle outside the examination room doors has picked up by the time you’re ready to be discharged, cradling your now soothed arm to your chest. Nanami does you the pleasure of walking you out himself, weaving you through the busy corridors with a warm hand guiding you by the small of your back. 

He takes his time sending you off, walking you through your post-care instructions with a warm smile. Your heart feels full enough to last a lifetime. 

“Don’t hesitate to come back if things start feeling worse.” He reassures you, walking you to the double doors with his hands in his scrub pockets. 

“Thank you for your help today, Doctor Nanami.” You smile. 

He laughs, withdrawing a hand from his scrub pocket before handing you what looks like an extra bandage for the road.

“Call me Kento.” He tells you, withdrawing with a wave and a knowing look that piques your curiosity. You look the bandage over on the walk back to your car, snickering as you turn it over to the sight of a phone number hastily scribbled onto the paper backing.

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king I love ur posts so much vv chefs kiss okay bai

farewell i’ll miss you

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Hey I don’t mean to be a bother, I honestly haven’t kept up with your account much since around 2024. I came back to find a specific Toji fic where reader was a bunny hybrid and he was a farmer. When i remember it, it really feels like your writing but I can’t find it. Maybe you didnt write it? Idk sorry if you did, was it taken down or did you delete it?

wasn’t my fic ☹️ i don’t write hybrid characters but i do hope you find what you’re looking for

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HI I CAME FROM AO3 AND FELL INLOEV W UR FRATKUNA FIC HELLO I RECOMMENDED IT TO ALL MY FRIENDS 😢😢😆 (and got a lil wet)

completely forgot i have ao3 it’s so nice to hear that people are stumbling across me on there ! very happy to have u

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haii bubba it’s 😳 gosh i miss you sm im yearning for you 💔💔 i hope your doing well and taking care of yourself ily!

blush anon i’ve missed u dearly.. i’m here lol i’ve just been enjoying my summer break and dabbling in a lot of other fandoms. i’ve done a ton of solo traveling and am just relaxing for the time being. how have you been?

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adah ♡ !! i need to show u smth stupid that i ordered last night.. i honestly dunno if i’d have the courage to wear it in public 😖

think about the unspoken bond you’ll form when another naoya lover spots you out and about 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ the world is your oyster my jackie

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you are da BEST!!! don’t ever forget that :D 💙

reflecting all ur kindness back at you rn, you’re too sweet :)

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awe i hope your doing well and taking care of yourself and always staying hydrated cutie, i miss u every much!!😢💔💔 (😳)

blushie oh how i’ve missed you, im doing good! definitely prioritizing self care right now. i should be drinking a lot more water now that you mention it 😭 i hope you’re doing good too !

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18+ mdni, toji x fem reader, praise kink

"did your ex fuck you like this?"

toji's question comes out slurred, like he isn't entirely aware of what he's asking you. maybe like the thought itself is something that was never meant to leave his lips.

you look up at him with bated breath, trying to cut through the fog in your brain and the overwhelming feeling of him inside you. his thrusts hold steady, even as you cling to his bare shoulders and whimper into his neck while your brain struggles to come up with an answer.

"did he? c'mon." he encourages, slowing to a subtle roll of his hips to let your mouth catch up with your mind. just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to render you completely speechless.

"no, never." you whine. toji's thrusts seem to speed up a bit at that, shoulder squaring out just the slightest bit under your trembling fingers

“did he make you cum like me?” the way he asks you is so unbelievably casual compared to a couple minutes ago. like your answer from earlier was enough to clear his head and boost his already massive ego.

“course he didn't.” you chuckle breathlessly. you catch the corner of his mouth turn up at the confession, tongue flitting out to wet his lips. you can feel every inch of him like this. his heavy, girthy dick bowing under the weight of itself between your legs.

“what was it, hm?” toji asks. his fingers close around your chin, pads digging in to press your lips into a little pout. “dick too small? couldn’t hit the right spots? tell me."

"no one's as big as y--fuck." you've barely gotten the full sentence out before he's pressing himself to the hilt, letting go of your face in favor of rubbing his thumb in circles over your budding clit. a watery cry leaves your lips and toji's dick twitches hard, right up against that achy spot under your belly button.

he knows exactly what he's doing and how to do it. making you cum around the length of him while you tell him how good he makes you feel. how big he is, how much better he is at fucking you. the peak of your climax hits you like a truck and just like that, he's cumming. jerking his hips back to pull out and spill all over your mound and in between your legs before scooping you up into a messy, heated embrace.

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18+ mdni, toji x fem reader, praise kink

"did your ex fuck you like this?"

toji's question comes out slurred, like he isn't entirely aware of what he's asking you. maybe like the thought itself is something that was never meant to leave his lips.

you look up at him with bated breath, trying to cut through the fog in your brain and the overwhelming feeling of him inside you. his thrusts hold steady, even as you cling to his bare shoulders and whimper into his neck while your brain struggles to come up with an answer.

"did he? c'mon." he encourages, slowing to a subtle roll of his hips to let your mouth catch up with your mind. just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to render you completely speechless.

"no, never." you whine. toji's thrusts seem to speed up a bit at that, shoulder squaring out just the slightest bit under your trembling fingers

“did he make you cum like me?” the way he asks you is so unbelievably casual compared to a couple minutes ago. like your answer from earlier was enough to clear his head and boost his already massive ego.

“course he didn't.” you chuckle breathlessly. you catch the corner of his mouth turn up at the confession, tongue flitting out to wet his lips. you can feel every inch of him like this. his heavy, girthy dick bowing under the weight of itself between your legs.

“what was it, hm?” toji asks. his fingers close around your chin, pads digging in to press your lips into a little pout. “dick too small? couldn’t hit the right spots? tell me."

"no one's as big as y--fuck." you've barely gotten the full sentence out before he's pressing himself to the hilt, letting go of your face in favor of rubbing his thumb in circles over your budding clit. a watery cry leaves your lips and toji's dick twitches hard, right up against that achy spot under your belly button.

he knows exactly what he's doing and how to do it. making you cum around the length of him while you tell him how good he makes you feel. how big he is, how much better he is at fucking you. the peak of your climax hits you like a truck and just like that, he's cumming. jerking his hips back to pull out and spill all over your mound and in between your legs before scooping you up into a messy, heated embrace.