Can We Get A Pervert Toji? As Nasty As Possible :3

can we get a pervert toji? as nasty as possible :3

“ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! ”

ෆ note. yehahshsbe yeeass please i love perv!toji.. :3 actually any perv!character s my weakness hehdhen i went a little wild writing this oopsie this is so detailed ohmyogddd anyways….. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. perv!toji x female reader. somnophilia, age gap (reader early 20s, toji mid 30s), panties stealer, m! masturbation, daddy kink, implied threesome, cunnilingus, breeding (talks of pregnancy), manhandling, overstimulation, size difference, cum play, boob job, name calling (slut), cervic fucking, mating press, calls you ‘baby, little girl, doll’, uhh anyway toji’s just a big pervert who gets turned on by anything. includes compilation of seperate, small drabbles.

toji, whom you wouldn’t have guessed was a pervert of any kind at the start of your relationship. your first intimate experience with him went as expected; it was soft and slow vanilla sex. you were just getting to know each other’s preferences in bed, so for the first few times there were almost to no signs of toji’s sexual perversity. all you remember was him being the dominant one. nothing more.

but oh, there was so much more to that. it was just hidden from your view in the early stages of your relationship. you didn’t have any knowledge of what toji was doing behind your back or what his actual thoughts were during the times you’ve been intimate.

toji, whom you didn’t know wanted to get straight into business from the very beginning of your sex life; to have your wrists pinned above your head, his hips slamming into your small cunny and molding it to remember the shape of his big cock. toji needed to see your helpless body moaning, screaming, crying and drooling from underneath him. but he couldn’t achieve that just yet; he needed to take it easy on you at first—to build up the trust between you two in bed. especially because you weren’t as experienced as he was.

toji, whom could only count on his imagination to fulfil his secret desires. he does this whenever you’re staying over and are asleep in his bed next to him. the entire apartment would be dead quiet except for toji’s muffled grunts and the faint wet sounds of him jerking off underneath the blanket.

you’d be in deep slumber with your back facing him and he’ll pleasure himself at simply the sight of your body. the older man loved just how vulnerable and innocent you seemed in your sleep—leaving your figure open and accessible to his view.

the strokes on his cock would get faster each time his eyes land on the shape of your ass. toji always imagines how it’d look when he’s giving you backshots, how the fat would jiggle with each thrust or smack of his hand. he wants to see your plump ass bounce back on him and maybe even have it covered in his cum.

toji, who sometimes stops palming himself just to turn your body around to face him. that way he can have a great view of your tits and fantasise of putting his cock between them, having the pair swallow his entire length once he squeezes them together. he’s never talked to you about it, but he will one day when you’re ready to explore more kinks and stuff in the bedroom.

toji, who keeps a pair of your panties in a secret drawer. those are his special panties, aka, the ones he uses to jerk off when you’re away. he’s done the filthiest of stuff with them; he has sniffed the insides-as if the scent of your sweet cunt lingered on the fabric- he has wrapped the cloth around his thick cock and even came multiple times all over it. he always imagines it being your pussy that he spills his load in; not his fist nor the panties.

toji, whose switch gets flipped the moment you (accidentally) call him ‘daddy’ in bed. it slipped from your mouth in the heat of the moment and the older man had to stop all movements to stare down at you— the scarred corner of his lip twitching and eventually forming a full on smirk.

not only that: it was like his entire demeanour changed. toji got more arrogant, cocky, confident and especially more dominant ever since then. that slip up of yours was the reason toji decided to let go of any restraints and just fuck you like he was always meant to do: nasty, dirty and roughly.

“yeah? mhh, fuck— say that again f’me, little girl— c’mon. if ya won’t, i’ll pull out and leave y’r cunt empty, so you better hurry up.”

toji, whose libido only increases with age rather than the opposite. you’d think dating an older guy in his mid 30s would mean that he’s going to be less sexually active. well, toji was your living proof that that wasn’t the case.. at all. he gets his dick hard just by seeing a tiny bit of your cleavage, never says ‘no’ to fucking you no matter where or when and has so much stamina that he can go on until you’re passed out. sometimes you’re fucked so full of his cum to the point that it’s impossible to push it all back into you— the white liquid just keeps leaking out of your poor pussy no matter what.

it makes toji super proud whenever you’re passed out on the bed, body still twitching and quivering in your sleep whilst he finishes himself within a few more pumps. he’s proud that he still has it in him and can last way longer compared to you, who’s still young and full of energy.

“aww, poor little baby— fucked ya right to sleep, hm? c’mere.”

toji, whose secret drawer slowly piles up with raunchy pictures of you in all kinds of comprising positions. most of them are images taken from his point of view which he captures between videos. some of them are of your ass with his dick visible between your folds, others are pictures of your fucked out self— the state which toji thinks you look the most beautiful in.

his cum dripping from your cunt, your hair a mess, sweaty skin glistening under the dim light of the room, cheeks stained with your own tears; that afterglow was something toji liked to admire. that’s why keeps those memories in his drawer (but also to masturbate to them when you’re not around, of course).

toji, who’s on cloud nine whenever he gets the chance to drown your fertile womb in multiple loads of his hot cum. he was already over the moon once you told him he could hit it raw— but then you were begging him to cum in you? that man was not going to stop at just one round. that was set in stone.

the mating press is his favourite position since it allowed him to penetrate you deep— pink tip almost painfully hitting your cervix over and over again. toji also likes it because he can get to see your pretty face whenever he shoots ropes of his potent seed inside of your womb.

toji, who’d never admit it out loud, but desperately needs to see you grow a little belly full of a new life. one which you carry with you everywhere— even whilst attending your college lectures. he can’t get the image out of his head; you wearing those skintight shirts or materinity clothes that show off your swollen stomach. he’s gonna be so proud walking next to you on the streets, knowing you’re his baby mama.

“mmh, shit— gnna fuck a baby into you, yeah? haah,, wanna see you carry my child ‘round and have you be my baby mama. hmm, you’d like that? i knew you’d do, slut— i bet everyone at y’r college is gonna know who knocked you up.”

toji, who has dirty fantasies of sharing you with his agent. he’s never thought about it before, but there was one single moment that changed his mind.

shiu visited his place once to discuss a business deal and you coincidentally were over at toji’s as well. you were kind enough to serve the two men a meal while they were discussing something which you didn’t understand. you sat down and joined them anyway (much to shiu’s dismay since it was confidential information he was sharing, but toji insisted you’d stay or he won’t take on the job. he could be petty every now and then.)

toji’s mind began wandering to some dirty thoughts as he looked at you, peacefully sitting between the two men, your fingers playing with toji’s out of boredom. your lover was instantly intrigued by the idea of having you sandwiched between shiu and him—your holes stuffed with two cocks at the same time. or just you sucking toji off while shiu was pounding your tight pussy. that alone made toji’s dick twitch in his pants.

once shiu was gone, toji wasted no time and pinned you against the wall near the front door— kicking his sweatpants and underwear away whilst his calloused fingers pulled your panties to the side;

“c’mere, lemme put that cunt to use— did y’know how close i was to jus’ fuckin’ you right in front of him? to let him see how good of a girl you can be f’me? mhmm, might even call him back so he join us.”

toji, who eats pussy like an absolute madman. he’s obsessed with eating you out and making it messy—his spit and your body fluids are always all over his lips, chin and cheeks when he’s done with you. one moment you’re chilling on the couch in your shorts and in the next you’re arching your back as toji’s head was nestled between your thighs.

he’d moan and grunt against you, his voice creating vibrations against your cunt which only adds to the pleasure that his mouth and tongue were giving you. toji’s nose would rub against your wet folds, his big hands holding your thighs apart while his tongue was lapping up all that it could. he definitely sniffs your pussy as well from time to time;

“mmm— aw, gonna cum already? do it, wanna taste you so bad, wanna see you cum all over my tongue. c’mon, you can do it—mhmmm, yes you can. do it for me, doll. cum for daddy. give it to him.”

papa aone making your tummy bulge, “you feel that baby? that’s papa right there in your tummy. little cunny is so tiny isn’t it?”.

and all you can do is nod and mutter an “uhuh” as you place your hand over his <3

no tummy bulges but everything else is the same <3

papa! aone + soft dom! aone + dirty talk + size kink + creampie + overstimulation + f! reader

hes gentle, overbearing with the way he hovers every single time he fucks you. the weight and heat of him pressing down onto your clit has your already trembling legs thrash around his pistoning hips.

aone is gentle... until you squirm.

large, thick palms splaying across the squishy expanse of your thighs. he tries to shush any whines the best way he can- by smashing a sloppy and too heavy kiss against your already tender and swollen lips, body bending down to claim every warbled scream tumbling forth from your mouth.

when he pulls back, looking with lidded eyes- blush running down his chest, gazing down at you with such ferocity you quickly stop any movement, uttering out a single;

“papa...” all in response to his gaze, crumbling completely, turning your head to the side.

he doesn't mean to pin you so hard, doesn’t mean to look at you so... meanly- he promises, but there’s something about the way you're crying, hips twisting in a pleasure addled haze- unable to take in such a big, heavy cock without some type of shake or seize or muscle spasm that brings out a tug of overwhelming need to take you as pliant as possible.

trembling, large- overworked shoulders shake, tears forming along the white eyelashes decorating his lids, muscled form eclipsing your own while he sees you take him in, pussy spreading so hotly around his cock, folds hugging him tight- he has to look back up at your face while he fucks you, the sight alone brings him a little too close.

“my baby.” aone grunts out- figures its the best apology you’ll be able to get out of him for the time being, slamming into you, drowning his cock in your tight, wet cunt, tossing his head back- wave of sensitivity awoken by the pretty title you've given him.

back arching up off the bed, your hands look desperately for his biceps, squeezing hard, sputtering out his name, trembling while your nobu squeezes a hand between your bodies, another body jolting thrust accompanied closely.

“my pretty girl- that's me...” he gasps, crumbling slowly, twitching harshly, feeling the jolt of your tummy as you take the impact of his hips so well, harsh vibration traveling up and up to your neck.

eyes rolling to the back of your head with the slowly increasing pace he’s using, all to fuck you into the mattress.

tears well up in your eyes- he always makes you feel so small, the filth he grunts out comes so natural it blindsides you always, gurgling out another pitch-y squeal as he pushes your body back down. 

“papa feels good in your tummy... mm?” aone wonders, his own tone crumbling to a lowly mumble, driving deeper and harder, wet slaps of his heavy and heated balls.

“so little... so little, but you take your papa so well.”

it brings you to the end, swimming in pure pleasured haze, tummy clenching down, mouth hanging open in a quiet yell, stars swimming with every blink.

he rears back, waiting with a baited breath as you cum- taking in every inch of your body as you butterfly underneath him, throat on display while you try to arch, still being kept still round your middle, this is the only time he lets you move as you please.

eyes fall to your pussy, cock sliding out so very slowly, painted in cum that’s dripping down every prominent vein of his reddened dick, forming a circle around the base of him- pubes covered, hips coming away sticky, strings of your cum still connecting you to him with every agonizing movement.

the slow drag brings you to tears once more, already squeezing around his cock- you cant think, can barely comprehend the stiff length of him moving.

in a crazed state, your own shaky hand clamps down over his, still pressed to you- feeling what he does, slowly bringing you back from that orgasm, now seeping down to your ass, coating his cock with your cum.

“good girl.” he breathes, need bubbling in his stomach, letting you take a deep breath, in attempt to regain sanity before he begins once more, rocking your body up the bed with invigorated thrusts- he needs to paint your walls white with his cum, needs to watch your already stretched cunt seeping with his cum.

“papa! p-please!” you scream, face scrunching up, lidded eyes opening briefly before shutting tight, only able to see the pinched skin of his brows in a blur as his body eclipses your own once more.

it doesn't take much, swollen head nudging an un-giving wall within you before he finally cums, moving his hands from your tummy, down to your hips to pull you down to him.

like always, he makes sure to keep you close while he cums inside, throbbing with every spurt, lowly groans, grunts and your name vibrating deep in his chest, labored breath a struggle to keep even.

you always look so pretty beneath him, letting him gaze upon your twitching, glistening body- letting him take claim over your being over and over.

“feels good- so good.” you finally murmur, hands moving from his biceps to lay on either sides of his thick neck, pulse quickened and heavy- matching your own, finally able to meet his heavy gaze, too tired to be intimidated.

he only nods, bringing his mouth to your own pulse point, once more pressing too heavy kisses there.

fem. reader x big dick choso, 18+

choso who‘s got a big dick but he just doesn’t know how to use it, he‘s so cautious because he doesn’t wanna break you. he‘s so hefty— lengthy too, and everytime he goes inside you he‘s got to go slow because of his size. he‘d be staring down at you, panting heavily with a rough hand placed on your tummy.

“. . f—fuck baby,” he‘d whine, his bottom lip quivering as he’s not even in yet, but it feels like he is. his cock‘s just leaking at the tip with pre, prodding your hole and you bite down on your lip.

“am i doin' it right?”

he huffs out, watching your tummy cutely cave in just a bit. his stretch he created towards your pussy is insane. he‘s going slow but even slow— you feel his massive size even more, you feel everything, already feeling stuffed of him and he looks down at you once you take too long to reply— too busy focusing on how you’re even taking him when he has a sheepish grin, tapping your chin lightly. “baby. 'm talkin’ to you.”

you moaned. “o-oh sorry,” and he‘s all the way in. real snug— you hear the pop, and he grunts, once you mumble. “you’re doing fine baby. just.. didn’t think you’d be so— big.”

“heh. i told you,”

choso mumbles— and after a few moments, he gathers up a good pace before starting to slowly rock his hips against you. just a single thrust was enough to rip your breath away from you— snatching it from your chest completely. he hit you like a truck, and it felt so good. choso whined, feeling your cunt clamp down on him, and after a few strokes— he was addicted.

“u—uh so good,”

he swallows, head slightly going back, long black strands from his ponytail occluding his view of vision in his face before he whines, “. . . you don‘t mind if i go a little rough do you, princess? can't- can’t help myself with this pretty pussy.”

extended

Knockout | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This is my submission to The Underground servers collab! Please check out all the other talented creators here.

I tried to change this up slightly from how traditional fight club fics go, it’s based loosely on the Japanese sport shoot boxing (although far less rules). 

Thank you to anyone that gives this fic a go, I appreciate it more than you know! And the biggest thank you to @katsukikitten​ for not only reading through this ridiculously long for absolutely no reason fic, but helping me to shape it together. I love you so much!💕

Summary: You don’t know how you ended up in this mess, owing a debt to one of the biggest loan sharks in Musutafu city. Leaving you with little option as you step inside Dynamight’s Fight Club, but will Bakugou Katsuki let a rookie with no experience into the ring? 

Warnings: 18+, coercion, manipulation, dub-con at the beginning, descriptive scenes of non-con (not with Bakugou), gun violence, character death (not reader), blood, knuckle dusters, knives, violence (not depicted in great detail but still included), inaccurate depictions of wounds and medical assistance, voyeurism, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking, cunnilingus, fingering, degradation (at the beginning), praise, spanking, overstimulation, spit, sweat, cumplay, creampies, honestly Bakugou is just soft for reader.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. Mentioned Shindou Yo x f!reader.

Word Count: 40.1k. (I’m sorry)

The loud thrum of bass reverberated inside tinny walls as you stepped inside the abandoned warehouse, making your way through throngs of people as you followed the heavy music. Pulling your hoodie tighter around your body as you shoved your hands into the pockets, trying to disguise your discomfort from being in such unknown territory. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge in the seedy underbelly of the city that Dynamight’s Fight Club was the place to be if you wanted to risk it all to win big, some fights pure urban legend when the losers would end up on the front page of Musutafu Daily after ending up in critical care. A fact that you were trying to push to the back of your mind as you stepped into the main arena, noticing a crowd of people gathered around a cage near the back as they roared and jeered.

This wasn’t somewhere you thought you’d ever find yourself, wishing you were back at home tucking into a quart of ice cream and watching whatever trashy reality show was on television tonight. No, this was your last resort.

Your only hope.

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