Psychedelic Night

⚡️ MASTERLIST ⚡️

ϟ - Smut ☁︎ -Fluff ˚ · . - SFW

🐻 Bear Boyfriend Toji 🐻

• Clingy bear | ☁︎ ϟ

• More of the clingy bear | ☁︎ ϟ

• Even more of the clingy bear | ☁︎ ϟ

• Sick clingy bear | ☁︎ ˚ · .

• Mornings with the clingy bear | ☁︎ ˚ · .

Suggestive

"Why do I have to sit out here while you try things on? I've seen you naked a fuck ton of times, but I can't be in the bathroom with you while-"

The door opens, revealing you in a new, red lingerie set that had just gotten delivered. "This one?" You ask, hands on your hips as you do a slow little three-sixty for Toji.

"Oh," he utters, a low chuckle following. He can't contain the smirk on his face as he eyes you up and down, taking in the entirety of the gorgeous sight you offer. "Come here, pretty mama," he says, beckoning for you to come closer to where he is on the bed. "Let me touch. See if you're comfortable in this."

NSFW

Under the covers sex with Toji where it would literally just look like a shaking lump of blankets if it weren't for the sounds of moans, pants, grunts and the thump thump thump of the headboard hitting the wall. It's so hot and humid due to all the movement, the combination of your body heats, and the heavy breathing, but it's a reasonable price to pay for being allowed this level of intimacy.

You can barely see each other, but your ability to feel is your greatest advantage in this close quartered space. You can feel Toji's tacky skin firmly pressed against yours as he rocks both of you on the bed and Toji can feel the warning scratches of your nails on his back. You can feel every inch of his length as it nestles deep inside you with each of his thrusts and Toji can feel the way your walls attempt to suck him back in every time he reels back. You're able to absorb every praise he murmurs into your ear, while Toji is able to indulge in the sound of your sweet, sultry giggles when he starts sucking on your neck. There's an endless fountain of deep kisses loaded with your moans, Toji's deep groans, and your mingled heavy breaths.

The moment belongs to both of you. There are no fears or worries. It's just you and Toji, loving on each other, under a blanket in the dark. When you're on the brink of being entirely consumed by pleasure, Toji gives you all the encouragement in the form of hasty, needy touches and kerosene-fueled kisses that are laced with words that strike you like he's compelling you to cum. Not even ten seconds later, he's following, groaning and muttering curses into your neck with his entire body shuddering as he ruts his release into you.

You both just lay there like that for a few minutes as you wait for the room to still again, for your breathing to calm down and for your hearts to stop thumping in your ears. Once everything has settled, Toji pulls away from your neck and pokes his head out of the blanket. His hair is a mess from the constant rubbing of the blanket on his head, some of it is stuck to his forehead due to how much he's been sweating. You're on the same boat, so coming up for some air is nice. He leans forward and pecks your lips once, twice, and when you stay waiting for a third one, he admires your pout and smirks, before giving it to you.

Quiet sighs are released from you and Toji, when he finally pulls out. He tosses himself on the bed and pulls you into his side with ease, slinging his arm around you as you rest your head on his chest. From there, it's dirty, yet, affectionate murmurings, and soft laughter to help ward off sleep until you've showered and changed the bedding.

The door to your shared bedroom creaks open, and Toji is greeted by the sight of you sleeping. It's five in the afternoon and you're bundled up in the covers, soft breaths exiting through your mouth because your nose is congested. You look all cozy, like a hibernating bear, on his side of the bed. It would be a more adorable sight under different circumstances, but this is the product of you catching a cold.

Toji sets the small bag filled with your medicine and other little things he hopes will make you feel better, on his nightstand. He crouches down in front of you and brings a noticeably cooler hand to your heated cheek.

"Hey," Toji calls, gently pinching your cheek. Your hearing must be muffled, because you don't budge and remain in your deep sleep. "Ma," he tries again, shaking you by your shoulder this time. You stir and attempt to roll over in the other direction, towards the center of the bed, but Toji keeps you steady by tugging on the blanket you're cocooned in. "Wake up, mama. Just for a little. I got your stuff. Medicine, snacks— you probably won't be able to taste them, but they're there."

Just some thoughts on holding Toji protectively...

You know he of all people doesn't need to be protected, he's got that part covered, but that doesn't stop you from enveloping him in your arms, and shielding him from anything and everything for a few moments, whenever you get the chance to. Even when there's nothing to say and it's completely silent, you stay with him for as long as necessary and you make him feel loved.

And Toji... well, he has no complaints whatsoever. He likes being embraced by your endless warmth, and having his head cradled in your hand, while your other one strokes his back. It's a vulnerability he only allows himself to indulge in with you. And when you kiss the top of his head or his forehead, he swears he just wants to lose himself in you. Your loving, gentle touch makes him want to strip you of everything but your skin and kiss every inch of you. He could stay in your arms forever, or as long as you'll have him.

Sometimes, when you straddle his lap and hold his head to your chest, he falls asleep like the most worry-free man in the world. It's comfort, it's safety, it's you. Your sweet scent fills his nose and suddenly he finds it so hard to let go of you. He doesn't want to release you. He's home.

You have a tendency to let your thoughts spill out during these moments. You tell him about how you think about going out to pick people off with him—for him— because you want him to come home safe every time, and his response to that is "never in a million years, ma." He would rather miss you and come home to you after a long day, than allow you to put yourself in harms way. Toji knows that all he has to do to make you feel the same amount of adrenaline, is chase you around the house with the promise of doing "bad things" to you if he catches you.

Nobody would ever assume that an assassin of Toji's caliber could be turned from a ferocious bear, to someone who borderline pouts when you tell him you need to go do something and that you'll be back in a sec. Once he's in your hold, he doesn't know how to pull away. You're usually the one who initiates these intimate moments, but you're also the first one to let go when it's necessary. He'll jokingly ask why you hate him and make other lighthearted comments of that sort, when you leave him planted where he is, alone, but all it takes is a playful squint of your eyes for him to throw a smirk back at you, revealing the teasing nature of his words. The instant you leave the room, he feels cold to point where goosebumps appear on his arms—like he's being hit by the strong gusts of wind that you were protecting him from.

NSFW

Perv!Toji who just hums when he hears you say that you need to go underwear shopping, again, over the phone. You explain how it seems like you have to buy more every month because they keep disappearing by the bundle, and that maybe you just keep forgetting them at his place. Toji says he'll be on the lookout for a pretty pair of your lacy, blue panties, in his room, which lures a laugh out of you, but he knows your reaction would be much different if you knew that he was just describing the current pair he has in his hand. His collection grew bigger than he ever intended it to, but he thinks that as long as you remain unsure of why your sacred treasures keep disappearing, he's in the clear to continue stealing them.

Suggestive

Lazy, exhausted, almost two in the morning, running on fumes kisses with Toji. You're tangled up in each other, pressing kisses all over each other's faces and necks, avoiding connecting your lips because when you do, you both forget to pause to breathe due to how tired you are.

"Go to sleeep," he drawls into your softly marked neck, biting the delicate skin after.

You let out a hushed giggle. "No, I think you should go to sleep," you push back, running your fingers through the soft hair that meets the nape of his neck.

"You're delirious from how tired you are, doll. How 'bout you go to sleep?"

This can go back and forth for as long as necessary because neither of you has anything to do later in the day, so you can sleep in as long as you want.

Toji coming home late from a job, exhausted and knowing he messed up with you, again. All he wants is to be comforted by your warm body and to hear you talk his ear off before going to bed together, but instead he finds you fast asleep on the couch. He watches your curled up frame for a minute or two, feeling the achey heaviness of guilt in his chest. He promised you a movie, but things at work didn't go as smoothly as they normally do, and because of it, he's home later than he thought he would be. He doesn't blame you at all for losing your patience and succumbing to your tiredness, rather than fighting it, for his sake.

He smiles softly, admiring the bliss in your features, before quietly heading off to the bedroom to grab some clothes so he can tidy up before he even thinks about touching you.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Toji leans forward on the bar counter to try and get a look at your face.

You hear Toji's voice, but you feel heavy, like you're being weighed down and you can't move. Your elbow is on the counter, allowing you to rest your chin in your palm. Your head is turned to the side and you're facing away from him. Your leg is bouncing like crazy against the metal bars of the stool you sit on and your heart is racing, your breathing coming out a little shaky as it exits through your nose.

"Hey." Toji's hand goes to your knee, moving along with every bounce of your leg. He doesn't attempt to still you, but he's hoping the warmth will manage to soothe you a little. "It's okay, ma. Listen to me." When you don't move, he stands from his seat and makes his way over to your other side to stand in front of you. "Focus on me." His hands come up to shield your eyes from all the light around you, blocking your peripheral vision so that your main view is him. He lays his fingers over your ears to somewhat muffle the sounds of the lively bar area.

NSFW

"Toji?" You call, putting your phone down after hearing the front door slam shut. Your heartbeat quickens when you hear heavy footsteps going through the living room, approaching the kitchen, where you are. Toji's expression looks blank from afar, but as he gets closer, you can see the signs of stress on his face. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, his eyes are lidded and there's no sign of the usual playful smirk that he reserves for you. He snatches your hand from where it rests on the kitchen counter, and holds it in a tight grip as he drags you away with him to the bedroom.

Suggestive

Toji proving that you get turned on by the simplest things...

"You already have goosebumps and I just started touching you," he says, dragging his palm over your soft tummy.

"Dahhh, don't say that!"

"Shh, shh, shh..." A beat of silence passes and through it, he amusedly watches you squirm. "You're squeezing your thighs over me getting you to quiet down, doll."

"Oh, whatever. I don't wanna do this anymore," you grumble, attempting to push off his lap.

"Nah, baby. Stay. This is fun," he says, enormous hands cupping your waist and pulling you back to keep you on him. "Let me experiment with you, yeah?" He mumbles into your shoulder.

"It's not an experiment if you're just mocking me," you say, with a roll of your eyes.

"I'm not, pretty. You get excited over the slightest touches. It's cute." He drags the knuckle of his index finger up the side of your neck, causing your entire body to shudder. "See? Barely even did anything to you."

"Stop! You know the sensitive spots on my neck," you argue.

"Yeah, true," he hums, lifting your shirt to expose your back. He'll choose the most random spot, just to prove his point. His hand goes to your shoulder blade, rough fingertips pressing into your skin to feel along the bone beneath it. He hears what sounds like a shaky exhale coming from you.

"Really, mama?" He's trying so hard not to tease you for the way you can't sit still.

"No," you immediately respond, in utter denial.

"No? You didn't just rub your ass against my crotch after I touched your shoulder blade?"

"You hallucinated that, you perv."

"Yeah? So if I do it again, you won't moan?" You shake your head, a little 'mm-mm' hummed out. "Alright, sit still for me," he says, eyes focusing on your back, again. He uses two fingers to gently prod into the middle of your spine, to feel the vertebrae, while his other hand tries the shoulder blade he didn't touch before.

"It's," you suppress a whimper as he continues to prod at your back. "It's basically a... um... a back massage."

"Is that why you're arching your back like want me to-"

"Ah! Shut up, shut up, I'm not doing anything." You begrudgingly straighten your posture and toss yourself back on him with an annoyed huff.

"Sensitive baby," he says, grinning like a menace.

You know how sometimes you think of a scenario but just its exact moment and beyond?? There's no clear background on how things got to that point, unless you want to think up that background or it's just that single scene and whatever rolls from it? Well my little spoof is about being pregnant with Toji's baby, but as someone he loves and isn't embarrassed to partake in pda with and just overall someone who he can't wait to come home to every day. Like, he's ready to do this with you.

If you thought Toji was protective of you when it was just you two, then you had no idea of what was to come with having the smallest bean in your stomach, his little cub growing in your womb. You felt a sense of relief when months passed and—through his actions—he continued to remind you that he was in love with going through the process of having a baby with you, but sometimes you would get so caught up with the things that carrying a child entailed, that it would slip your mind.

He catches you crying a lot and even though he knows that it's perfectly normal for your emotions to be all over the place, he still worries. So you can imagine his reaction to watching you waddle around the house while rubbing your belly, in tears. You're breaking his heart with the sound of your little hiccups and sniffing and it won't stop, so he takes your hand and pulls you along to sit on the couch with him.

"You okay, mama?" He asks, rubbing your belly.

You give him a shaky smile and take a breath before responding, pausing the stream of tears for a very brief moment. "Yeah, it's just... my back hurts... and we're hungry... and I feel-" you can't get through the sentence before you start sobbing again.

"You feel what, baby?" He asks, wiping away the fresh stream of tears.

You shake your head, unable to talk through these intense emotions. All he can do is wait and listen until you calm down. He takes your hands in his and squeezes them, affectionately, showing you that he has all the patience in the world for you. Your eyes remain downcast, but eventually the waterfalls running down your cheeks cease.

"You feel what?" He asks, again.

"Fat and ugly, and I don't wanna go to the bathroom because of the mirror. It'll make me feel worse."

He hums, acknowledging your words, despite how severely untrue they are. "Sorry, baby, don't cry, but i'm gonna have to disagree with you. I've never seen someone as pretty as you. It's part of the reason for why you have a baby in your belly."

"It's unfair. You don't look any different. You're still so handsome and... and..."

"Hey," he says, distracting you before you break down again. "You want me to gain some weight?"

You nod, twinkling eyes meeting his warm gaze. You scoff, your thoughts on the suggestion immediately shifting. "You'd still be fine as fuck with a few extra pounds on you."

He laughs, rubbing your belly once more before standing up and sitting behind you for better access to your back. "What do you guys wanna eat?"

- EnD sCeNe 🥀 -

No, but fr this was just casually rolling around in my brain like a dog rolling around in mud.