leopardvee

[leopardvee]

you should come to bed - reiner

it was well past midnight when you noticed the space beside you was still cold. the hum of the ceiling fan filled the quiet room, but something about the silence felt…wrong. 

you reached your hand out to reiner’s side of the bed. your hands brushed against the mattress. you opened your eyes and you could see that on reiner’s side the blanket was thrown over like he’d left recently. 

you called his name quietly. the echo of your voice in the silence worried you. you turned over, letting your eyes adjust to the light. when your vision cleared, you saw reiner sitting near the window, legs pulled to his chest, shadows of the night carving hard sharp angles into his face. he hadn’t noticed that you were awake. 

reiner’s entire body was rocking, just slightly, his shadow growing and shrinking in the moonlight. you could see his knuckles turn white from the death grip he had on his legs. his breathing was shallow and almost even, like he was trying to self-soothe but was failing. his tears shined in he light. under his breath, you could hear him whispering harsh words. 

“i shouldn’t be here”

“she doesn’t know what i’ve done”

“they’d hate me if they knew”

you knitted your eyebrows together in worry. you sat up on the edge of the bed. “reiner?”

it seemed like he wasn’t even conscious. he was paralyzed by his nightmare. he’s been like this before, but never this bad. 

you took slow, measured steps toward him. “hey baby, wake up.” you whispered hoping not to startle him. 

you didn’t. he was deep in his own head. you reached out a hand to touch his hair. you gently laid a hand on his head. “baby?”

his entire body jerked like he’d been shot. and then he just deflated. 

his grip on his knees weakened, his knuckles returning to a normal color. his feet were still planted on the floor, his knees dropping to the side slightly. his arms dropped to the side in defeat. he began crying. 

you dropped to your knees and brought both hands to his face, cupping it and wiping his tears as they poured out. neither you nor him spoke. you let him cry until he wore himself out. 

“i’m sorry. you shouldn’t have had to see that”, he exhaled a few shaky breaths. 

“don’t apologize for crying. i’m not scared of you or your emotions.”

he met your gaze. bleary-eyed and haunted. and more than anything — tired. 

“reiner, you’re not your past.” your words cut him deeply. he leaned into your palm like if you moved, he would fall apart again, 

“you don’t know everything i’ve done”, he rasped, his voice cracking slightly. “if you did, you’d want to lea-"

“i know enough” you interrupted, firm but loving, daring him to disagree. “i know who you are when you’re with me.”

“i know how you hold back when you’re angry”

“how you look at me when you think i’m not watching”

“you protect people, reiner. even if you hate how you learned to do it.” 

tears came streaming out of his eyes again. his lip quivered, and his head felt heavier against your hands. 

you wiped his tears again. you kissed his cheek before standing up. reiner’s eyes shot up as you stood, looking like a wounded puppy. 

you stuck both hands out for him to grab. “come on big guy, you should come to bed” you smiled at him softly. 

he grabbed your hands and stood. you let him climb into bed first, crawling behind him. he didn’t resist when you spooned him. he clung to the warmth of your touch. 

now curled into your chest with his broad, muscular back into yours, you tucked your knees behind his legs and draped an arm around his waist. 

you could feel the slow, uneven rhythm of his breathing. it felt like he couldn’t convince himself that this was okay. that he could be soft. that he could be taken care of. 

you buried your face into the back of his neck, speaking softly against his skin, goosebumps rising. 

“i’m not going anywhere, reiner.”

“i don’t deserve this.” he said shyly. 

“you still have it” you reassured. 

the silence between you two was thick. not necessarily heavy. you could feel his breathing steady like every exhale was letting go of a little more fear. a little more self-loathing. a little more of the armor he wore just to survive. 

you tightened your arm and curled impossibly closer to his body. you kissed behind his ear, letting your breathing fall in time with his. his hand covered yours tightly as if to say thank you. as if to say “stay”. and you did. 

this is my first time writing for reiner and in the attack on titan universe! i love him so much, my damaged lover 😩.

likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated, please let me know what you think!! <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[leopardvee]

spin cycle: chapter three - don't cry over spilled detergent

chapter one chapter two

in the beginning, i have toji's perspective going in third person and then switch back to reader narrating. we have a flashback from toji and then we're back to where we left off in chapter 2! enjoy!

about 2.3k words, kinda proofread

it was saturday morning, the morning after the t-shirt incident. megumi woke up cold and drained. he didn’t have your shirt on but he swears he remembers you saying he could keep it. he slowly got out a bed, heading into the kitchen.

toji sat on the couch, one hand slung over the couch, legs spread. usually in the mornings, megumi would say good morning and ramble about whatever dream he had the night before. today wasn’t a usual morning.

megumi headed straight for the kitchen, using his stool to climb onto the counters. he grabbed his usual bowl and his favorite cereal and got down. he grabbed the milk and made his breakfast all by himself. he knew how but he normally asked his dad to do it for him. not today. toji watched his son out the corner of his eye. 

megumi was quiet. way too quiet. not in the way that signals trouble. even when toji flipped the channel to megumi’s favorite cartoons, megumi didn’t watch or laugh. he just poked at his cereal, taking bites periodically. the silence in their home was deafening.

toji noticed. but he didn’t know what to say. but you did. you said everything megumi needed to hear. unfortunately for toji, he’d blamed you for helping. 

toji stood up from the couch, his heavy footsteps carrying him to the dining room table. megumi didn’t even look up, still swirling his cereal around with his spoon. toji sat across from him.

“eat your cereal” he muttered, pushing the bowl closer to megumi. it was mushy now, the milk making everything soggy.

megumi nodded and complied, too tired to complain. he politely ate his cereal, quiet as a mouse. a few minutes of silence passed. the only noise in the apartment was the hum of the tv and megumi’s spoon against the bowl. 

toji just watched megumi eat, feeling like saying a million things but nothing would come out.

“are you still mad at me?” megumi asked softly. so soft, toji had almost missed it.

toji blinked hard. “what?”

megumi’s hand were now in his lap. he was playing with his fingers, nervous for what would come next.

“you were mad at her.” toji had thought megumi was asleep, but it appears he wasn’t.

toji sighed through his nose and rubbed the back of neck. “it wasn’t like that buddy”. that nickname was reserved for only when toji knew he messed up and had to course correct.

megumi didn’t answer, but nodded slightly.

“i wasn’t mad at you. i wasn’t mad at her.” he tried again, a bit quieter this time. “i think i was mad at myself.”

megumi finally looked at his father. his eyes were red, dark purple circles forming around his under eyes. “because she was nice to me?” megumi cocked his head to the side, genuinely asking.

toji flinched at megumi’s question. “nah kid…it’s just” his voice trailed off. 

“it’s complicated.”

megumi nodded again. “i didn’t mean it like that. about her being my mom. i do want her to be my mom… that was…” megumi was searching for the word he dad had used often. “…dumb?”

toji looked at the ceiling, slouching just a bit in his chair. “you’re not dumb buddy. i know you’ve been wanting some like her around”

“do you think my mom would be mad?” megumi asked quietly. 

“nah, kid.” toji rubbed his tired eyes. “your mom wanted the best for you. hell, she’d probably like y/n too”

megumi smiled, just a small smile. “maybe she’ll forgive you.” toji wasn’t sure if megumi meant his mother or you. what’s the difference though? toji really knew how to screw his blessings. 

“don’t be mad at me, okay? ‘m sorry for getting upset.” toji started.

“it’s okay to feel stuff”. toji tried taking a page out of your book. 

“i’m not mad dad! i just don’t want to make you sad again”

toji cracked just a bit. megumi stood up from the table and crossed over to toji’s side, resting his head on his dad’s shoulder. “you’re a good kid, megs. y’know that?”

megumi seemed to regain a bit of his shiny personality and some of his confidence. “yes! I know!”. toji laughed.

and for the rest of the day, megumi watched cartoons. in megumi’s world, everything seemed okay again. in toji’s, storm clouds were rolling in. 

when the week began, toji had seen you leaving for work. you looked sad. 

although toji had only spoken to you just recently, he watched you around the apartment complex since you'd moved in. you were pretty but there was something about you that drew toji to you. you were quiet with shiny eyes and a bright smile. you always looked put together, hair done nicely, you work clothes without a wrinkle. 

one friday night when he was coming home with megumi, he noticed you in the laundry room. you were helping the elderly lady, smiling the whole way through. he decided that he’d take the washer next to you. and the next Friday after that, he took megumi with him to the laundry room and waited for you. and when you did show up, toji felt something. was it happiness? hope, maybe? 

he’d taken that smile from you. maybe he shouldn’t give himself so much credit, but it was undeniable; your light had dimmed. your clothes were wrinkled, hair done but not like usual. he saw you in the hallways, in the stairwells, and especially in the laundry room window.

most mornings that week, toji wanted to knock on your door, ready to apologize. his guilt was eating at him. but instead of knocking and talking to you, toji delved into his vices.

megumi was okay. he wasn’t upset with toji anymore. toji even let him skip school for the week. megumi didn’t like school, but at least he’s smart. maybe he was better off without that damned school. megumi could entertain himself.

toji began drinking, going out late, coming home even later, sometimes sporting a new bruise.

one night when toji was drinking, megumi asked, “dad, why do you come back so late?” 

“huh? it’s none of your business kid, you just play with your toys” toji slurred. 

megumi crossed his arms and turned away. just before megumi went to his room, toji called out. “if you’re here and by yourself, go to y/n’s place. she’ll take care of ya”. toji slouched back into the couch, passing out. megumi never told you about what his dad said.

so when you came to his door, a week after you last spoke, with megumi asleep in your arms, toji felt that hope again. 

but when he reacted in his own fashion, he saw you cry. his heart broke. he remembered a conversation he had with megumi’s mother that was eerily similar. calling him on his bullshit, telling him to fix his shit, or else. toji saw you for who you were then. his second chance, his next blessing.

you’d let toji pull you by your hand to his bedroom. you looked around. extremely bare except for the essentials, a bed and some other furniture. very different from megumi’s.

toji turned to face you. “i can get you a shirt and boxers to sleep in?” his hard exterior was faltering.

“sure!” you beamed at him.

you’d both changed for bed and crawled in. toji rested on his back and you faced him on your side, watching. several minutes passed before either of you spoke.

toji took a deep breath in. “he asked if you could be his new mom.” he exhaled shakily.

you didn’t know how to respond. you stayed quiet. 

“i think you’d be a good mom. despite everything i said to you.” toji admitted, scared of what was coming next. 

a minute or two passed.

“i lost my mom a few years ago” it was your turn to share. toji rolled on his side to watch you. 

“maybe i was trying to play mom to megumi. i-i know i shouldn’t have. i just kept thinking about what she’d do” a tear rolled down your face. 

“you didn’t do anything wrong. i just-" a loud sigh came from him. “i just don’t know what to do with help. i’ve been alone my whole life, then i had something good, and then it was taken from me” he laid on his back again. an arm thrown over his eyes. 

you sat up, scooting closer. “keeping megumi at arms length, trying to push me away, won’t change what’s meant to be yours.” you played with your fingers, worried you were crossing into boundaries you didn’t want to upset. you continued anyways. 

“when you lose someone, you can’t pretend it didn’t happen. you have to just kinda carry it with you.”

toji moved his arm, really looking at you. you saw a tear running down his face. you wiped it away with a soft hand. 

“you don’t have to carry it alone.” and with that, you slumped down next to him. and for the first time, toji believed you. believed you were right. 

you fell asleep not sure if you’d changed him or changed his mind.

the next morning, you woke up, the light of the morning stinging your eyes. you felt a strong arm around your middle section and toji pressed into your back. for the first time in a while, you were content. 

you slowly moved out of toji’s grasp, trying to not wake him. you grabbed your things, and left a note on the counter for toji. i’m not leaving forever, i’ll be back.

at your apartment, you wrapped up your mom’s shirt for megumi and showered, taking a bit of extra time to shave and smell good. 

the sun felt like it shined brighter than before. 

—

back at toji’s place, he felt the loss of you. how the weight of the bed only dipped under him and not under you. he felt defeated, a stark contrast from last night. 

he sat at the edge of the bed, head hung low. he felt his stomach grumble, hungry and just slightly hung over, all his drinking during the week catching up with him. 

in the kitchen, he tried throwing together some coffee when he saw your note. he let out a breath like he’d been holding it forever. megumi, half asleep walked out of his room. “dad, what’s wrong?” he asked rubbing his eyes.

“oh nothing kid.” he lied. megumi asked where you’d gone.

“not sure, she said she’ll be back." he paused. "you believe her?” toji asked.

“mhm! she always comes back!"

and you sure did. with a knock at toji’s door, megumi ran to open it. you looked beautiful. you weren’t wearing anything special but something about the effect you had on them both made you beautiful, even more than you already were.

toji just stood in the kitchen staring, not trusting his own words. megumi hugged your legs again, almost knocking you over. you laughed and rubbed his back, one hand behind you holding his present. 

when you stepped in, you eyed toji. he was still holding your note. a slight pink tint was showing on his cheeks. he put the note down.

“okay megumi. i have a present for you.” you said suspiciously.

megumi bounced excitedly. “okayokayokayokayokayokay let me see”. you laughed at his excitement.

you handed him the shirt he stole from you earlier. megumi wasn’t sure to do with it. you spoke seriously. “it was my mom’s. i think she’d want you to have it.”

megumi stood, still not moving. “take it kid!”

“i’m not a kid!”

megumi took it from you and ran into his room to change. while he was gone, you walked over to toji, stopping just a few inches short of him. he smelled like coffee and cologne. “i came back” you said shyly. 

“you did. had me scared for a second when i woke up alone.”

“oh yeah I just wanted to shower. but i am keeping your clothes. s’only fair since megumi stole mine.” you shrugged, joking.

toji smiled at you. you shooed him away from the stove. “i’ll make breakfast, you and megumi shower”. 

after showers, toji knocked at megumi’s door. a tiny voice yelled “come in!”. megumi was wearing your shirt with his favorite shorts, but nobody could tell he was wearing pants. “looks good on you”, megumi grinned and plopped down on his bed.

“i need your help”. megumi raised his eye brow, ready to negotiate. 

when you called them for breakfast, the both came out of megumi’s room, the smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes filled the air.

megumi and toji didn’t waste a second before digging in, making you laugh. you never realized how similar the two boys were; physically and in personality.

toji had walked away for some reason, giving megumi a look. toji went into his bedroom, watching just behind the door. 

“pssssstttt!!! y/n”.

you raised your eyebrow at him. megumi was whispering. “my dad said if you go on a date with him he’ll get me a bunny… no pressure.” you but your lip trying not to smile. “i think he’s in love with you or something”

toji walked out, absolutely mortified. he gently smacked megumi’s forehead, “that’s not how it was supposed to go brat” he gritted his teeth in his ear. 

“can i have a bunny and ice cream?” he asked sweetly.

“hell no, you ruined the plan!”

it was your turn to smack toji’s forehead. “having a child doing your bidding for you? wow…” you rolled your eyes

megumi piped up. “please y/n!! i want a bunny!”

“don’t do it for the bunny. do it for me doll” toji begged. 

you laughed. toji caged megumi in with his arms, kissing his forehead. you watched the two before you, okay with how everything turned out.

actually, more than okay with how it turned out.

thank god for spilled detergent. 

omgggg it's done lfgggg, this was definitely harder than i thought it'd be but i'm glad i started it! hopefully i can start the next serious soon! lmk if i should continue this specific story!

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dividers by @chilumitos

[leopardvee]

spin cycle: chapter 2 - missing threads

chapter one - delicates and disasters

chapter three - don't cry over spilled detergent

fairly angsty, good ending! hoping to add another chapter or two to this! i know it seems like things are moving fast, but 'tis a short story so!

warnings/notes: some swearing, mentions of death, megumi is so cute. proofread to the best of my abilities. i write late at night...my eyes don't move as fast as i type.

about 3.1k words

a few more knocks sounded and you rushed to the door. 

you opened it. 

toji with a scowl. megumi was crying. and in your shirt. in your mom’s shirt. 

your eyes adjusted to the hallway light, you blinked a few times. you first took in toji. you watched his chest rise and fall faster and then it slowed as he watched your sleepy frame. his eyes raked downwards. your sleep shirt was way too long and toji wasn’t sure if you were wearing pants or not. 

toji covered megumi’s eyes quickly. he raised an eyebrow at you. even half asleep and eyes barely adjusted, you whispered to him. “i’m wearing shorts asshole”

he uncovered megumi’s eyes. you heard a few sniffles. once your eyes adjusted, you knew it wasn’t toji. a few more sniffles came from below. 

megumi was in your shirt and was crying. your eyebrows knitted together in concern. you compartmentalized the scene in front of you. megumi crying was your first priority, then toji’s feelings, then your shirt. that was using your degree. 

“oh megumi, what’s wrong? did you have a bad dream?”

“no he didn’t.” he said coldly. “he has something to say to you.”

you stuck your hands out to pick megumi up. megumi looked at his father, who wasn’t looking at him, but at you. you wiggled your fingers for him to come to you. he walked through the threshold your door with unsure footsteps. you reached forward and scooped him up swiftly. he wrapped his tiny legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. you felt his tears immediately soak your shirt. 

when you turned with megumi in your hands, toji invited himself in, closing the door behind him quietly. you paced between your living room and kitchen, bouncing slightly megumi hoping to calm him. 

toji sat on the barstools at your counter, his weight making them creak in the quiet room. he watched you with megumi. 

once megumi had calmed down, you stroked his hair. 

“umm…i-i’m really sor-sorry for taking y-your shirt. i just really liked it. i kn-know i shouldn’t have stolen it.”

megumi tilted his head, a fresh set of tears wetting another spot on your t-shirt. “if you don’t want to be my friend anymore, i-i get it”. megumi hiccuped a few times between words. 

you felt your heart break at his words. you pressed his head into your shoulder softly. you rested your head on his. one tear escaping your eye. 

“megumi, it’s okay you don’t have to cry, honey” you whispered. 

“i did something wrong” he argued with a sad voice. 

you moved megumi in your arms so he could look in your eyes. he hugged himself but couldn’t meet your eyes. that was okay. 

“stealing isn’t okay, yeah?” megumi nodded softly, wiping a tear with the back of his hand. 

“i know you didn’t do it to hurt my feelings. but you can’t steal something just because you like it, okay? if you’d asked, i probably would’ve let you have it anyway” you said honestly. 

megumi looked up at you with tired, sad eyes. a tiny glint of hope his eyes. “really?” megumi had the cutest voice, your heart broke even more than before. 

“duh. you’re my new best friend!” you smiled. he rested his head on your chest. 

“you tired?”

“mhm”. you carried megumi into your room, grabbed the biggest pillow you had and walked back into the living room. you gave megumi to toji in the kitchen. toji’s anger had subsided just a bit. you heard him speaking lowly with megumi. a big hand rustled his hair and megumi giggled just a little. 

“okay megumi, here’s your bed!” you announced proudly. a light pink pillow and a purple throw blanket made up his “bed”. you assumed megumi would make a comment about it being girly, but surprisingly? he just walked over and passed out. 

you walked back over to the kitchen where toji was. “i know you should be sleeping right now, but do you want some coffee?” 

“sure, doll, why not”. you shuddered a bit at the pet name. 

as you started up your coffee machine, you could hear toji shifting on his barstool uncomfortably. 

“you’re not his mom”. toji said pointedly. 

you paused. “he said he wants you to be his mom”. 

“i-i’m not trying to be his mom, he’s just a good kid” you tried explaining. 

“you know he’s not your responsibility. you’re not his mom” he said again. “you act like it”. 

you felt yourself getting upset with him, forgoing making the coffee. you looked him dead in the eyes. “he was crying, toji. what did you want me to do? just walk away?”

toji looked away, his jaw tight. “he cries. kids cry. doesn’t mean you have to step in like you know him.”

you scoffed. turning your back to him. “maybe i don’t know him, but i knew enough to stay with him” you bit back underneath your breath.  

he heard you. toji stood to his full height. he walked up behind you, his shadow over your body. maybe to intimidate you, maybe not.

“you think i don’t care?” he asked quietly, but pointedly. 

you turned around to face him. you craned your neck to meet his gaze. “i think you’re scared he needs more than you’re ready to give. and i think you’re scared it won’t be enough.” 

he closed the distance between you two. you didn’t back down. “you think you’re doing him a favor. you’re not.”

“you aren’t his mom. he’s gonna think you’ll stick around and you won’t.” 

you tried arguing with him, but he walked away. “you don’t know that. you don’t even know me”. he took your shirt off of megumi, careful not to wake him. 

“toji, stop. you can’t just do that.”

he placed the shirt on the arm rest of the couch. picking up megumi. he started walking to the door. 

“stop acting like i’m doing something wrong!” you tried fighting, grabbing at his shirt. your words land sharp in his head. he still ignored you. you felt your voice raising but didn’t want to upset megumi.

“do you think it’s better if he cries and nobody comes to him? a child needs-"

toji turned to you fast, almost knocking you off balance. he got in your face, the faint scent of cologne and detergent hitting your nose. 

“you don’t know a damn thing about what he needs. degree or not, y/n”. he waited for your response. when you didn’t respond, eyes wide, mouth open. he scoffed in your face, turned and walked out of your home. 

you stewed for a bit. how condescending. how rude. you only had good itentions. you weren’t trying to be his mom. 

right?

you’re not trying to be the parent you don’t have anymore. 

right?

your head swam with rambling thoughts bringing on a migraine. you went to bed, heart heavy. 

you called on your mom. “i don’t know what to do…”. you picked up her shirt and hugged it close to your chest.

it’d been a week.

on friday, you did your laundry. you’d hope to see toji and megumi, but you didn’t. you were met with stale pastries, eating them to appease your neighbor. 

you’d gone to work at the county. you watched orphan kids, tried setting them up with families; sometimes you were successful, other times you weren’t.

every kid reminded you of megumi. every cup of coffee reminded you of toji. especially the conversation you’d had — or tried to have. 

all week you’d just gone through the motions. your morning routine. work. three meals a day. shower. sleep. repeat. 

you always knew you had to be able to detach yourself from the children you met through your job. you expected a few to get past the boundary you set. you never thought your neighbor’s kid to have the biggest impact on you. 

it was a saturday morning. you didn’t have work. but you didn’t have anything to look forward to. no real friends to do anything with. 

you settled on your couch, hoping your comfort shows would distract you when you heard a soft knock at your door. “who could it be?” you thought to yourself. 

you looked through your peephole but didn’t see anybody. ding dong ditched maybe?

you opened the door to look down the hallway when, “miss y/n! do you remember me?” a young voice asked you. 

it was megumi!

you were happy but you were immediately concerned at the situation. “megumi, where’s your dad? why are you by yourself?”

he hugged your legs and answered. “he’s still sleeping.”

“okay okay, come in, you can sit on the couch” you said sweetly. 

megumi walked over to your couch. he sat down in  the spot he fell asleep in a week ago, his purple blanket still there. 

you sat down across from him, megumi’s feet dangling off the couch. 

“you know you shouldn’t leave your home without your dad.”

“mmmm yes i know. i’ve been bored all week”, he crossed his arms, sporting a pout. 

“well, how was school? did you make new friends? do anything fun?”

“oh i didn’t go to school last week, i just stayed home and played with my toys”. your eye twitched. you mentally noted this to bring up to toji when you caught his sorry ass next. neglectful. 

“megumi that’s not good, you need to go to scho-", you stopped yourself, remembering toji’s words. 

“you don’t know about a damn thing he needs”

“mmm, okay! well, maybe next week right? where’s dad been?” you asked, trying not to set off any alarms in your own head or megumi’s. 

“i don’t really know. he leaves a lot, but then he comes back! i just play with my toys, or sometimes my dogs, or just watch tv” he said innocently. you eye twitched harder. you swore it made a noise. 

“wow buddy. that’s…something!”, you smiled, maybe a little scarily. “okay and what about mom?”

“oh i don’t have a mom”, megumi admitted casually. your eyes went wide. maybe that’s why you took to him so much. you pressed your lips into a flatline, trying not to show any negative emotion, a skill you'd picked up recently from working.

“ah. right. sorry, i didn’t mean to-”. you felt awkward even though he was only six. 

“that’s okay. dad told me a while ago. i kept asking about it and i think he got mad at me.”

your mouth twisted into a frown. “he said she died. she’s in heaven.” megumi kept smiling, like what he was saying was no big deal. 

your mouth moved before your brain could stop you. “my mom is in heaven too”, you shrugged your shoulders. “i miss her sometimes”.

“that’s okay y/n. maybe my mom and your mom can hangout like we are”, megumi giggled at his own comment, you laughed too. 

“i think she didn’t like dad very much”. 

you poked megumi in his side. “don’t say that kid”. he giggled again. 

you and megumi hung out for the rest of the day. you built pillow and blanket forts, played games, until megumi was wore out. 

“alright dude, let’s get you back where you should be”.

megumi had fallen asleep in your arms on your way to toji’s apartment. it was dark outside.

you knocked once. no response. 

you knocked again. no response. you were starting to get ticked off. 

you knocked a third time and the door flung open. a drunk toji stood in the door way, one arm on the door, the other on the doorframe. 

you turned your nose up at scent of the man in front of you, pushing past him. “where’s megumi’s room?” you asked. you were pissed. 

toji closed the door, pointing a weak thumb to the left. 

megumi’s room was surprisingly colorful. comic books and toys everywhere. it was neat too. maybe you judged toji to harshly? 

no. you didn’t. 

you tucked megumi into bed, rubbing his back and cooed him to sleep. he fell asleep with a smile. you smiled at him one last time. 

when you turned away from him, a scowl replaced the grin that had graced your face two seconds ago. walking out of the room, you spotted toji on the couch, damn near half asleep, drunk off his ass. you ran your eyes over the layout of his apartment. the same as yours, the model just a flipped version of yours. 

you stood in front of the tv, staring toji down. “ah jeez princess, you’re blocking my v-" 

“shut up” you said lowly. it was quiet but enough for toji to listen. 

toji sat forward, elbows on his knees, his fingers cording through his hair.

“tch. what is it now?”

you didn’t move. didn’t yell. 

“you left a six year old alone for a week. that’s neglect y’know?” your lips were pressed in a straight line. you took several steps forward. toji looked up and you looked down at him. 

he stared at you. his brow knit, like he wanted to defend himself. he tried to remember. nothing came. 

you pressed forward, a finger pressing into his chest. “you don’t answer your door. he’s not going to school. you’re getting drunk, sleeping in, coming home late.”

toji grabbed your wrist, a light grip, like he wanted to stop you. but he didn’t.

a tear rolled down your cheek. “i don’t care how fucked up you are. he is six”, you choked out. you pressed him hard enough that his back hit the couch. he wouldn’t meet your eyes, he slumped lower. 

“i didn’t ask you to play hero. didn’t ask you to play house. didn’t ask you to be his savior.” he finally found the strength to straighten his spine. he started sobering up.

“no you didn't, but he did.” toji tried standing up, you pushed him down again. 

“he came to me. because you weren’t there. and when you were, you really weren’t”

silence. 

you felt anger bubble in his stomach. “you’re lucky. my god. you’re so damn lucky he came to me and not someone else.” you were furious. 

toji groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “jesus christ, you like act like you're a fuckin’-"

you rolled your arms, flailing your arms in exasperation. “oh, what? like a mom?”

“don’t worry. i’m not” you bit at him, taking a step back. another tear down your cheek. 

toji tried butting in, but you wouldn’t let him. 

“nobody is coming to save him. that much is clear.”

that got him. the twitch in his jaw, the flicker in his half-drunk eyes. 

you moved further away, toji watching you. he wanted to stop you — he did. you wanted to stay. you weren’t going to be a stranger. you were going to stay. at least for megumi, but selfishly, he wanted you too. 

“the next time he shows up at my door, alone. i will call someone. i don’t care”. you were tired, not even angry anymore. 

you turned and walked away. toji stumbled as he stood, grabbing your wrist. “y/n wait”.

your back was still turned. you tried steadying your breathing. more tears formed in your eyes. toji gently tugged your wrist, the anger he felt earlier, gone. “look, i’m not good at this kinda thing”.

you turned around to meet his bloodshot eyes. yours were red with tears. “i know i messed up” he continued, “left him alone too long. didn’t think he go running off like that”, he sighed like the world’s heaviest weight was lifted off his shoulder. “that’s on me”

you paused for a moment. you shook off toji’s grip on your wrist. he felt heavier. 

but you took his hand in yours. soft against his calloused hand. “he told me about his mom” you said gently. 

toji flinched. just slightly, but you caught it. he exhaled through his nostrils, his shoulders tensing slightly. “she died giving birth to him”. 

“oh”

you didn’t know what to say. you and toji just stood in silence. you’d think it would uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. it felt like, for once, toji wasn’t putting on a front. 

“i know i haven’t been father of the year” he admitted bitterly. “but i really, really, didn’t mean to leave him alone. i didn’t mean to drag you into it either”. 

you looked at him now — really looked at him. you squeezed his hand firmly. “you didn’t drag me into anything. he came to me.”

toji gave a crooked, almost sad smile. the scar on his mouth stretching alongside his expression. 

“kid’s got good taste i guess”. 

you laughed, the rest of the tears you were holding onto spilling. toji caught them with his strong hands, thumbs pressing into your face. 

“way to ruin the moment, you old fuck” you punched his chest. a few seconds passed.

“you always give a good performance like that to those parents at the county?” he asked seriously.

“like what?”

“like you know it all. like you just see through people?” he said unsure of himself.

“only the ones who think they’re invisible. or the ones who think what they doesn’t hurt anybody else”

he chuckled, quiet and tired. “yeah, maybe i deserve that”

“oh you definitely do” you joked. 

“doesn’t mean you can’t fix it”

“are you gonna let me try?” he asked seriously. 

you paused, thinking. 

“that depends. you planning on staying this time?”

for a while, you helped toji tidy up his place. pushing chairs in, throwing things away.

“i’ll come back in the morning to make breakfast for you two.” you said, breaking out of toji’s grasp. 

“or you could just stay?” he paused, panicking for a second. “u-uh because megumi would probably like that.”

you bit you lip trying to stifle a quiet laugh. “are you sure for him or for you?” you pried further. 

“you know you want me, too” he said teasingly. 

“i never said that”, you dragged out never to get your point across. as well as you saw toji, he saw through you too. two big grabbed your waist, toji pulling you closer to him. 

he looked at your lips then back at your eyes. you were staring at him, small smile playing at your features. “so…are you gonna…?”, you rolled your eyes.

“maybe if you’d shut up for a second”

toji gently pressed his lips against yours, craning his neck down to meet you. you raised on your tip toes, arms wrapped around his neck. 

toji deepened the kiss, one hand pressed against the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. 

you broke the kiss. toji, a grown man, six feet and two inches, whined as you backed away. 

“hey i’m still mad at you” you pouted. 

“okay. i’ll make it up to you.” you raised your eyebrows looking for more from him. 

“aaaaannnnd memgumi. tomorrow?”

you smiled. “you’re still gonna stay right?” he asked. 

“yeah, just don’t try anything funny, weirdo”. 

“no promises”. 

chapter one - delicates and disasters

okay guys, wrapping this up hopefully by the end of the week! how do we feel about it?? i hope you love it <3, this is the first time i've written longer fics

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for my new kittens who might’ve missed this! 🤩

dad toji headcanons

the time when toji didn’t trust the nurses to swaddle his newborn son so he brought his baby back naked and crying

part two

dad toji, who when your baby was born stood at the foot of the hospital bed watching the absolute bloodshed as doctors and nurses worked the child out of you.

his big blue-green eyes stuck on the scene before him. he didn’t look away until a scream from the bottom of your stomach ripped through your throat. you screamed his name, face red and blotchy.

“quit fucking looking down there and hold my hand NOW!”, tears brimming in your eyes.

he held your hand as you squeezed the life out of it, pressing soft kisses into your hair.

dad toji who when his baby boy cried for the first time felt his heart twist in the worst way. he felt so fiercely protective over him and he hadn’t even met him. so protective over him the way he was when he first fell in love with you.

dad toji, who had killed countless people and curses, who considered himself dead to the world until you, who until he saw his baby boy, found purpose in his life besides violence.

dad toji, who when the nurses took his baby boy to clean him off, followed the nurses, watching them carefully. the big brooding man standing over their shoulders never moving his eyes from the nurses hands on his son.

dad toji who wouldn’t let the nurses swaddle his child. keep in mind, toji doesn’t know how to do it. when toji brought your baby back naked and crying, you couldn’t help but laugh a little

“ma, i tried to do it on my own but i couldn’t do it”

“toji why did you not let the nurses do it?”

“i don’t know doll..”, he blushed sheepishly, feeling like he was already messing up and it’d only been five minutes. “those nurses, i don’t know, i don’t trust them”

you laughed again, lightly. “okay baby let me see”

dad toji who didn’t let you keep a baby name list because he wanted to be the one to name his son when the time came. he wouldn’t pre plan it. he’d pick the name off just vibes. after getting your baby swaddled and into your arms, you looked lovingly into toji’s eyes. “so, what’s the name ji?”

toji took his baby from you and walked with him to the window, bouncing him slightly. his baby opened his eyes, the same eyes that he had; the same eyes you’d fallen in love with.

toji looked at his baby with lips pressed into a line. anybody would have mistaken toji’s expression for disdain. you knew otherwise. that was the way toji looked at you when he told you he loved you.

“how's megumi?”

you'd cocked your head to the side. “a girl name?”

“yeah? you got a problem with that?” he looked at you over his shoulder, feeling overprotective over his son again.

“no, no objections here”, you threw your hands up defensively with small grin on your face.

a soft hmm of approval came from toji. “that’s what i thought”, he whispered underneath his breath.

dad toji who walked back over to you, sat in the hospital bed beside you and handed megumi back to you. wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder, he pressed a kiss into your hair.

dad toji who held his entire world in his arms.

i looooove soft toji 🥹. let me know what you think! part two

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guys??? just hit 100 followers and its legit only been a week of me writing??? who let u fuckers in here!!!

jkkk i’m so emo and so in love with all of you at the same time 🥹!!

i start back at uni soon and there’s soooo many writing projects i want to start and maybe finish beforehand. i’m working on finishing spin cycle, writing a follow up to megumi’s volcano project which is the parent teacher conference, anddddddddd my inbox is now oooooppppppeeeeeennnnnn (always has been guys pls talk to me 😔😔😔)

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and now you’re basically stuck with me so get comfy!! there’s snacks and blankets to the right 😝😝

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spin cycle: chapter one - delicates and disasters

pairing: dad/dilf toji x female reader, and child megumi

notes: toji is in his 40s, i have reader aged about mid 20s, a megumi is in first grade. kinda sad, really cute and emotional, kinda angsty at the end.

about 3.4k words

chapter two - missing threads

chapter three - don't cry over spilled detergent

people your age aren’t doing laundry on a friday night. most people your age are out partying or clubbing — that’s just not who you are. i mean, you did had your clubbing phase, but you’d grown up a lot faster than your counterparts. 

under the neon glow of the OPEN sign and the slight buzzing of the tvs and the fluorescent lights, you shoved your dark clothes into your washer. 

it was an unspoken rule. everyone had their own washer and dryer. there weren’t that many that used the laundromat in the apartment, some of the more “wealthy” people had washer and dryer in unit. 

your washer and dryer were next to a stocky man. very quiet, always scowling. sometimes he had a kid with him. his son maybe? 

on the opposite side of yours, was an older woman who always needed your help and she always repaid your kindness in pastries. 

you were humming along to the song playing over the crackly radio when a tiny shadow was casted over your face. you were bent over at the waist, picking up your next few articles of clothing. you arched an eyebrow up and tilted your head up just enough to take in the sight of the child sitting atop your washer. 

“oh hello. you seem to be sitting on my washer.” you said unassumingly. he’s a cute kid. you tossed the bundle of clothes in, a t shirt catching on his foot. before you could grab it off of him, he swung his foot up, caught it, and chucked it in the washer for you. 

you clapped lightly and he bowed just a little. “very impressive”. he stuck his hand out to you, you held out two fingers to his small hand. he wrapped his hand around you fingers and shook it up and down. 

“i’m megumi. i live here with my dad”, he pointed at the large man beside you. he was none the wiser to the situation, headphones loud in his ears. 

you gave him your name and smiled just slightly at him. “okay megumi. do you think you can move just a little so I can finish?”

he scooted to the right, accidentally knocking your open bottle of detergent over. the blue liquid spilled all over the top of the washer and onto the floor. neither you nor megumi even tried to scoop it up before it spilled.

your jaw dropped at what happened and you looked at megumi. he seemed like he had retreated into himself, cheeks flushing a dark shade of pink. your heart filled with sadness at his expression. 

you let out a somewhat loud laugh. i mean, it was funny. the boy who had so much confidence before, knocked your stuff over and both of you just let it spill. megumi picked his head up. 

“i’m really sorry miss. i really didn’t mean to!”. tears threatened to spill from his eyes. 

“oh megumi, it’s okay! i don’t care that much, it’s just detergent.” you reassured him, rustling his hair. he repeated "detergent" to himself, learning a new word. you picked up the bottle and cap from its tipped over position. you poured enough for your load and started it. 

“i can help you! i just can’t get down by myself…”. he was a tiny boy. “my dad always puts me up here so i can’t run away”

you picked him up by his arm pits and set him down. you both got to work on cleaning up the mess. “thanks for your help kid”.

“hey! i’m not a kid!”

“i think you are!”, you laughed saying it. you turned your back to him assuming he’d go back to his dad. you picked up your basket against your hip and went to the tv waiting area, when you heard a little voice beside you, you looked down at him, fake scowling. 

“y’know i charge a babysitting fee? you’re gonna have to pay up child” you joked. 

“what if i just kept you company instead! for free…” he giggled a little bit. you tickled his side and he squirmed beside you. 

megumi’s dad had finally looked up from doing his and megumi’s laundry. when he didn’t see megumi on top of the washers where he normally puts him, he panicked just a little. he looked around and saw megumi up in the hair held up by two hands. megumi was laughing harder than he had in a while. 

he stalked up to the two of you eyeing you specifically. “you just go around kidnapping kids in laundry rooms normally or is this a one time thing?”

his deep voice startled you and megumi stopped laughing. you set megumi down in the chair next to you. the hum of the lights and tv above you seemed to have gotten louder. 

you raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms, still looking at the boy beside you. megumi rested his head on your upper arm. “he came willingly. maybe he just wanted company closer to his age?” you asked sarcastically. 

a beat. 

megumi snorted. 

his father scowled.

you smirked, biting your lip, holding back a laugh. 

when megumi couldn’t stop laughing, you started laughing too. 

“tch. kid’s grounded.” your jaw dropped in time with megumi’s. 

“but you said i wasn’t grounded anymore yesterday!”

“consider it an extension brat”. 

you laughed at the interaction between the two. you turned to megumi, “don’t worry you’re not grounded if you’re with me!”

megumi smiled nice and wide and he laid his head in your lap. his father sat beside you picking up megumi’s legs and setting them down over his thighs. 

megumi reached up playing with a strand of hair that fell out of place. “so how old are you?"

“don’t fuckin ask her that” he scolded. he pinched the skin on megumi’s legs making him yelp. you laughed at megumi’s question. 

“whaattt…didn’t think it was a big deal” he muttered under his breath. 

he looked at you, expectantly. “well?”

you glanced at him, long eyelashes casting shadows on your beautiful features, a small smile flashed across your face. “old enough”. you offered a small wink to him. 

“dad, her name is y/n, really fun to say”. megumi said your name a few more times, all different ways, he growled your name, whispered it, said it in a funny accent. 

“oi kid, enough.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, slouching just slightly. 

peaking at you, he saw you tracing soft lines all over megumi’s face, megumi’s nose scrunching at the feeling. “i’m toji”

“it’s nice to officially meet you toji. no longer my brooding washer neighbor”

he raised an eyebrow at you. you heard your own washer go off and megumi piped up. “can i change it for you?”

toji didn’t step in. he felt like you could hold your own. 

“that’s a little odd, no?”

you could see megumi really thinking about it. “well, i knocked over all your blue stuff over earlier. and if i help you, i don’t have to pay you for babysitting!”

you sighed, looking at megumi intently. you furrowed your eyebrows and megumi matched your facial expressions. toji watched utterly amused. 

megumi’s face faltered a bit. “please?”. you smiled at his request. 

“okay fine,” you turned and grabbed your fabric softening sheets, strawberry scented because why not. “you have to put two of these in there and just press start”. 

megumi grabbed the sheets from you, sniffing it. “these smell like cake. do you smell like cake?”

toji rustled megumi’s hair again. “go on kid, hurry up and don’t look to closely at anything.”

you rolled your eyes at toji’s last comment as megumi ran to your washer. the washer and dryer were a bit too big for megumi to switch your laundry efficiently. 

you watched megumi struggling with a frowning smile, feeling a little mean for just watching. you went to stand up. 

“eh let the kid struggle a bit. he’s probably happy to have someone to talk to”

you sat down, shrugging your shoulders. as you sat down, it felt like the space between you and toji had closed just a bit. you were the slightest bit shy and intimidated.

“so… what’s your favorite color?” you asked.

“you always talk this much or am i just lucky?”

“ha ha, real funny. i didn’t even think you were a real person until four seconds ago.”

toji found it hard to talk to people. he preferred his life the way it was. just him and megumi. megumi went to school but didn’t love it, toji only made him go because megumi’s mother would want him to. 

“yeah whatever.”

a quiet moment passed. 

“m’favorite color’s black” he said casually. 

“ahh classic repression”

“the fuck does that mean?” he looked at you with stern eyes. 

“i think you know.”

“ok let me guess yours.” he stroked his chin as if he was pondering. “shit brown”

you were caught off guard by his comment, a way too loud laugh erupted from you. it wasn’t even that funny. it’s just the way he says things so matter of factly. 

“you’re funny” you said wiping a fake tear from your cheek dramatically. 

“i wasn’t trying to be”

while you and toji had been chatting, just getting to know each other, megumi was still struggling to get your clothes into the dryer. 

he was tired, he little bones wore out from the hard work. on his last trip from the washer to the dryer, megumi had dropped a few things. a couple of socks and a really cool t shirt. 

megumi threw the socks in the dryer, but not the shirt. really vintage, although megumi doesn’t know what that is, really cool. he liked it a lot. you wouldn’t notice if it went missing right?

he snuck it into the dryer cycle his dad’s laundry was already going through, hoping to wear it later. 

on his tippy toes, he pressed start on your machine and ran back to you and his dad. 

“i just finished up my master’s in social work, i’m working down at the county.” 

“that’s a perfect cover for your kidnapping ring you wierdo” toji argued jokingly. 

“oh shut up, what i’m doing is noble”, you closed your eyes, head high, hand over your heart like a king. “what do you do, wierdo?”

“work” he said flatly, breaking eye contact. 

“that’s not fair. i told you my stuff!” you whined. 

“s’nothing you gotta worry your pretty little head about”, toji grinned. 

“that’s a shit answer, and it’s not even really an answer…” you protested. 

“it’s not the kind of thing you ask someone you want to keep likin’” he shrugged, like it was no big deal. like he wasn’t casually flirting with you. 

“hmm so you think i’m pretty and you like me? wow, guess i’m just an angel on earth” you batted your eyelashes at him with a shy smile, hoping he couldn’t see you blushing. 

“you’re gonna ruin the moment, kid”

“i’m not a kid-" your sentence mirrored megumi’s from earlier. you rolled your eyes, but you were cut off by megumi jumping up into your lap. 

“i finished! it’s all there, but dad i think ours is done soon”. 

you pretended to knight megumi with your hand. “thank you, my knight in shining armor, what ever shall i do without you”

megumi cringed at your words, nose scrunching as he laughed. “do you live here?” megumi asked hopefully. 

“mhm i do. i’m in 202, you can come by whenever your dad gets annoying.” you offered megumi a wink and you could see the gears in his head turn. “ok! but you can’t charge me”

toji cut in, “she’s not gonna charge you brat. go get your stuff together, stop bothering her”.

you stood with toji. you felt megumi wrap his arms around your leg. “promise we’ll still hang out?”, he offered a pinky out to you. 

“i pinky swear we will hangout”, you intertwined your pinky with megumi’s. he ran off. 

you looked up at toji, really taking in his size. he was several inches and maybe a foot taller than you. “he’s a good kid. you seem like you’re doing a good job”, complimenting him. 

“oh yeah? is that what your degree is tellin’ ya?”

“take a compliment, would you?” you insisted. 

“tch. thanks i guess.” he turned away for a second to walk away. 

he paused, looked back at you. “don’t be stranger. the kid’ll be crying for weeks”. 

you smiled shyly and nodded. he walked away, carrying his son in one arm. he pressed a soft kiss into megumi’s forehead, his laundry rolling behind him. you couldn't deny how attractive he was. very gruff on the outside, but really a teddy bear otherwise.

your stuff finished drying about a half hour later. 

you’d collected your laundry hauling it back to your apartment. you knew you’d have to put it away as soon as possible or everything would wrinkle in the morning. 

as you sifted through your things, you noticed your favorite t-shirt was gone. the one your mom wore all the time before she passed. 

you loved your mom, looked up to her. she was everything you wanted to be when you grew up. she was a teacher for her entire adult life. she loved teaching and you loved her. 

she’d passed from leukemia just after you graduated college. it was sudden and unexpected. for your entire life, it was just you and her. she had you young and she left you young. 

she lived long enough to see you graduate, but not long enough to see you blossom into the young woman you were turning into. you missed her every day. 

you frantically searched your room for it, ultimately unable to find it. it really wasn’t a big deal — you tried to convince yourself of that, but you didn’t believe it deep down. 

with a heavy heart, you put the rest of your clothes away before climbing into bed. a quiet tear rolling down your cheek and onto your pillow. 

back at toji’s place, megumi was helping his dad sort through laundry, they did it together every week, the smell of linen filling the apartment. it was their quality time. neither of them spoke, just letting the sound of the air conditioning running in the background fill the space.

toji had walked away for a second. megumi took advantage of this, stealing your shirt from the pile and running into his room to set it down before returning. 

as they folded clothes together, megumi whispered into the open space. “i really like her dad.”

“yeah, she’s okay i guess”. toji didn’t want to let on that he liked you from just speaking to you. he’d always thought you were beautiful and polite, always helping the woman next you with a smile. always trying her baking even if it wasn’t good. he watched you. but couldn’t bring himself to want to open up to someone again. not after megumi’s mother.

“maybe she can be my new mom?” megumi asked innocently. “she smells and acts like a mom, right?”

toji froze at his son’s question. memories of megumi’s mother flashed through his mind. 

he was so broken coming into this world, but he found her. she brought light to his darkest days, fishing him out of the world he was born into. 

when megumi was born, his mom died. the stress on her body too much. but megumi looked just like her. 

it was hard to name him without having her there. when toji took him home, he would just stare at him, unsure of what to call him. toji struggled through megumi’s infancy and early childhood, but toji made it his own. megumi had turned out just fine. his blessing. 

shortly after his wife’s death, toji fell back into his old patterns. killing sorcerers. fighting. gambling. he was always there for megumi, but he had to do something to put food on the table. he had to do something to burn out his pent up energy and grief. the world was endlessly cruel to him, why can’t he be cruel back?

“i think you’re tired son. maybe you should go to sleep.” megumi didn’t protest. “i’ll put your stuff away”. 

“i want her to be my new mom”. toji didn’t respond.

megumi got ready for bed, brushing and flossing his teeth, and fixing his hair. he pulled on his favorite pajama pants and your shirt before snuggling in bed. the shirt dwarfed him, many sizes too big, still wet from the washer. you smelled like strawberries or was it cake? it didn't matter. megumi liked that. he fell fast asleep. 

a while later, toji brought megumi’s clothes into his room, turning on the lamp so he could see. megumi had tossed and turned so much that he wasn’t even under the covers, snoring away. like father, like son. 

he put his clothes away and before leaving megumi’s room, he want to tuck him in. toji noticed megumi’s shirt. you had worn that shirt more often than not. 

toji’s face was laced with dread. he woke megumi up. 

“that’s not yours. you stole her shirt.” toji said fuming. 

megumi, still groggy from sleep tried explaining. “i just liked it, it smells really good, like a mom!”

toji had enough of the mom talk, of hearing about the smell of you. 

“she’s not your mom. you had a mom.”

megumi felt tears welling up in his eyes, his throat felt thick. “i’m sorry, i just like her a lot. you like her too!”

megumi had always been an observant kid, but this kinda shit he’d pull, meddling in toji’s business got him in trouble. 

“you don’t worry about me.”

“you don’t apologize to me”

“i’m taking you there now. you’re gonna give it back and that’s the end of it”

tears fell from megumi’s eyes fast. he didn’t understand what he did wrong. you did act like a mom. you acted like everyone else’s mom at pick up or at the park or at the store. how could he know differently?

it was early in the morning when you heard a hard knock outside your door. 

you starfished on your bed. “who could it possibly be right now?”

a few more knocks sounded and you rushed to the door. you opened it. 

toji with a scowl. megumi crying. and in your shirt. in your mom’s shirt. 

chapter two - missing threads

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comments, likes, reblogs, and feedback always appreciated! i'm gonna try and get through these next chapters before uni starts!

dividers by @chilumitos

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i was actually laughing reading this, you ate!!

okay what about a gojo fic where you guys bake cookies and watch movies until like 3am and just somehow everything goes wrong and how he tries to fix it 😏

pairing: gojo x fem!reader (gf) words: 1.1k

He’s the strongest. He can fight. He can Hollow Purple with the flick of a finger. He can teleport within the blink of an eye. There’s nothing he can’t do. 

Or so he thought.

10:46 PM

satoru 🧿🧿: BABe satoru 🧿🧿: BABE HELP satoru 🧿🧿: pleasei ie ned. Help satoru 🧿🧿: HWERE FDID YOU PUT THR FIRE EXTRUNGISHR

He had heard cookies were a way to a girl’s heart. Not that, like, he didn’t have his way to your heart already. Oh, he KNEW that, definitely. He was just experimenting... Toooootally not doubting your love for him after you forgot to text him goodnight yesterday.

Anyway, it’s not like baking cookies would be hard, right? Fucking hell, he’s fought curses thrice the size of him.

Chewing on a lollipop and lounging on the couch, he found himself scrolling through the web, trying to find a cookie recipe you would like.

“Room temperature butter?” He muttered around the lollipop. “The hell? Why’s it have to be room temperature?” He rolled his eyes, tossing the empty lollipop into the trash, striding into the kitchen with a laid-back stance he wouldn’t think he’d regret about an hour later. 

And, about an hour later:

With a finished bowl of decent enough cookie batter, the poor guy leaned his head down to smell it. It didn’t smell sweet. No, it smelled like shit. So, he found all the things in the recipe that made it sweeter, dumping more of it in. Four more tablespoons of vanilla extract, about half a gallon of sugar. He also forgot to add salt, so he did…

…Except the cap came off and it all spilled inside. Blue eyes widened before he shrugged it off, removing the top of the now empty salt dispenser from the bowl, grabbing the spatula he was using to mix it.

“The sugar’ll even it out.”

And so, the cookies were in the oven, except he forgot to preheat the oven. He’d have to wait forever… and ever…

5 Minutes later…

Gojo had never baked cookies before. Weren’t they supposed to be in and out of the oven? He kneeled down in front of the oven to peer at the cookies. They were still small, doughy balls. They were supposed to flatten, right? He sighed, yet an idea struck his mind. He stood up, reaching for the oven’s knob… setting it from 350°F toooooo…. 

500°F. The higher the temperature, the faster it’ll bake, right? 

“So fucking smart of me, huh?” He hummed to himself, letting out a chuckle as he strided away from the kitchen and to the living room to find a movie to put on to pass the time. He was halfway through the intro of White Chicks when…

BOOM!

BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…

Satoru whipped his head around faster than you could say “Look, it's Suguru!” (sorry), taking in the kitchen, blown with black ash, the oven on fucking fire. The smoke alarm beeped from above, high pitched screams echoing through the house like a banshee. 

He muttered strings of curses under his breath as he practically tripped over his feet in search for that damned fire extinguisher. He remembered the last time something like this happened, you took his fire extinguisher and helped him put the fire out. (He put too much wood in the fireplace.) He didn’t remember where you placed the extinguisher AFTER, though.

10:54 PM

satoru 🧿🧿: baby satoru 🧿🧿: I cabt find the. Fire extinguisher satoru 🧿🧿: where did you put it satoru 🧿🧿: not that I need it im just looking for it [Ongoing call: Started at 10:55 PM]

The loud blaring of Gwen Stefani’s ‘Hollaback Girl’ (as courtesy to your boyfriend’s obsession with personalized ringtones) filled your quiet apartment as you awoke from your slumber. 

Picking the phone up with blurry eyes and a heavy hand, you finally managed to press the answer button, putting it on speaker. “Whaaaaatt?” Satoru finally let out a breath, his voice quiet as if the very fumes of the fire could hear him and burn him to ashes. He was hiding behind the couch. He tried to sound anything but how he currently felt at the moment.

“Hi babyy…” He chuckled. “Could you… could ya come over? I just miss you, that’s it.”

You scoffed. The hell?

“‘Toru, it’s 11 pm.” You let out a tired sigh, nestling deeper into the warmth of your blankets.

“No... no it’s not. It’s 10:56.” 

This bitch.

Still dressed in your pajamas, you pulled in the driveway of his house. Why were there orange flickers in the windows? 

Satoru opened the door before you could knock, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Don’t get mad at me, okay?”

Satoru had successfully found the fire extinguisher and the fire alarm had stopped, but it didn’t make up for the kitchen, covered in black, ashy dust, and the way the oven door was slack open.

“Wha—” He silenced you with a kiss, leading you into his apartment. You walked over to the kitchen to examine just what the hell had happened. 

In the oven, little black balls of…? You poked one with your finger. It disintegrated into ashes. Then, you saw the cookie scooper in the oven. He had made cookies for you, but forgot to take the cookie scooper out. Nice going, Satoru.

Satoru, on the other hand, stood behind you like a child telling his mother he just wet the bed. Which he was about to when that stupid alarm went off. 

You got up from your position on the floor and faced him, handing him the spark-darkened cookie scooper. He smiled at you because it was no problem at all since it was the thought that counted, right, babe?

Satoru stopped smiling, baby blues staring down at you, a childish pout painting his face into the perfect picture of sadness.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to do something nice for you.” He sniffled, starting to babble like the poor baby he was, only when he was around you, though.

“Yesterday you didn’t say goodnight to me and I thought you didn’t love me anymore and I wanted to make you cookies because I searched on the Internet that cookies were the way to a girl’sheartandIthoughtmaybeyou’dapprecia—” You scoffed, and he shut up. “You’re destroying your kitchen because I didn’t say goodnight to you yesterday?”

“...Yes.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You knew he was good at heart. 

Satoru’s breath hitched. Why were you smiling? You were gonna fucking make fun of him, huh? “I-I thought it’d be enough to—”

“You’re already enough.” You murmured, reaching up to cup his flour-dusted cheek.

“Promise?”

You pulled away to grab a rag, holding it under the faucet. “I promise.”

"Good."

You helped him clean up the kitchen, wiping down the counters, muttering about how you'd have to replace the kitchen oven for the third time while White Chicks continued to play in the background. Satoru turned to you with a smile, just as Terry Cruz got sprayed with pepper spray.

“She don't know it yet... But that's 'Wifey' right there.”

a/n: i hope you liked this! also sorry vee i really tried to go with your request but i was at a loss 😭 i tried to make it according to ur request but a bit more personalized yk? still havent proofread it but its okay! also i hope you know thats a quote from the movie at the end, not smth satoru said 😭 i absolutely love white chicks

of course, criticism is always allowed! please tell me how you liked it! :)

divider by @dollywons <3

[leopardvee]

megumi’s volcano project 🌋

pairing: toji fushiguro x mom reader x child megumi

fluffy fic that won in the poll is HERE! not proofread, sorry for any errors !!

you and toji had been sleeping peacefully all night. it was hard for you both to sleep for your own reasons, but sleeping was always easier when you both were tangled up together.

you insisted on being the big spoon tonight and toji (reluctantly) let you. your face was pressed into his back, one arm under your head, the other around his waist. toji had his hand over yours and was sound asleep beside you, snoring.

“MOM!!! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!!!”

megumi bursted into your bedroom, waking you. your head shot up and your breathing quickened. toji was still fast asleep, still snoring. the light from the living room illuminated megumi’s tiny figure. you could see he was breathing heavy.

“gumi!! what’s wrong? why are you awake?” you asked frantically. you glanced over at the alarm clock.

it was 1:37 in the morning. tiny feet padded over to your side of the bed. you sat up, crossing your legs, picking megumi up and placing him in your lap. he had a piece of paper in his hands.

“you can’t be mad at me, okay? and don’t tell dad, please!” he begged. his eyes searched yours worried.

“okay megs, just hurry up and tell me”, your voice a bit groggy from sleep.

“i have a project that’s due tomorrow.” he paused for a second before continuing.

“well… i guess today. i have to make a volcano.” he handed you the paper. you groaned a bit louder than you meant to. megumi seemed like he was on the brink of tears, you caught yourself quickly.

“no baby it’s okay, mama is just tired okay. i’ll take care of it, m’kay?” he nodded his head, rubbing his eyes with his pajama sleeve. “go back to bed, have your dogs sleep next to the door okay?”

he wiggled out of your grasp and walked back to his room, his tiny feet making the cutest noise as he walked back. you giggled before remembering what you had to do.

you poked toji’s back a few times, thinking he’d wake up. still snoring. you shook his shoulder…still nothing. he was dead to the world. you did the only thing you could think of in the moment.

you bit the side of his neck where he was most sensitive and he flinched, waking up. “whaaaaaattttt could you possibly want?”

you rolled your eyes really hard. “wake up now. we have a school project to do.” you explained.

“what the fuck are you on about?” he grumbled.

you swatted his back and he rolled on his back. “your son. forgot he has a project due. today. we have to do it.”

“nah, let him fail it.”

“if you don’t get the fuck up right now-”toji groaned beside you, rubbing his eyes while sitting up. you moved to kiss the spot on his neck you bit a second earlier.

he palmed your forehead, pushing you away. “go put something on.”

—————————

just before you two left for the 24-hour store, you checked on megumi who was sound asleep. his two dogs resting outside his door.

the drive to the store was silent, sleepiness still hanging in the air.

once you were there, the bright lights of the store made you and toji groan in sync. you grabbed megumi’s paper from your pocket. you needed baking soda, vinegar, and clay and paint. easy enough.

you picked up each item, handing them to toji who huffed with each addition. “y’know princess, that brat is lucky to have you ‘cause i wouldn’t be going through all this trouble.”

you ignored his mildly concerning statement and led him to the checkout station. you paid and headed on your way.

both more awake, you and toji spread out your supplies and began working.

“okay toji, get the clay and make a mountain with it.” you instructed.

toji, who was usually really good with his hands, couldn’t seem to get the clay to work with him. he slouched in his chair, head thrown back with clay covered hands. “you want help big guy?”

“no.” he said flatly. where toji had finished sculpting, you painted the structure brown, trying to make it as realistic as possible.

you finished up painting. taking a step back, you took in the creation you both made. a loud laugh escaped your lips. you slapped a hand over your mouth trying not to wake your baby but you couldn’t help it. it was god fucking awful.

toji laughed alongside you. “at least they’ll believe he did it right?” he asked hopefully.

“they’re not gonna believe he did it! he usually does so nicely on these!”, you wiped a tear off your face.

“hey grab some of his jungle toys, we’ll glue them down, make it look more realistic”. he punctuated realistic with a wave of his hands and playful wide eyes. “he’ll kill us, y’know that?”

“i’ll kill him first if he pulls this shit again”.

the two of you finished up. you poured a large amount of baking soda into the base of the volcano.

toji sat back watching you intently, loving the way your soft fingers worked on megumi’s project, the way your eyebrows furrowed when you spilled stuff. “c’mere”.

you stood from your seat and walked to toji. you were sleepier now. toji stood and picked you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he walked to your couch. he sat, couch creaking under both of your weight. you rested your head against his chest and he rubbed your back. “you’re a good mom”. you smiled at his comment.

“you’re a good dad too, even if you don’t want to admit it. even if it ruins your mean streak”, you laughed quietly.

you both slept like that for the few hours you had before megumi had to go to school.

—————————

dawn was breaking, orange and yellow light streaming into the living room and kitchen. megumi busted out of his room, all ready for school. upon seeing his project, he yelled happily. “mom you did it, thank you!!”

waking both you and toji, megumi crawled up next to the two of you. you rubbed megumi’s back lazily, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“hey brat, I helped too.” toji said sternly.

“mom you weren’t supposed to tell him!”

“aww m’sorry baby, you still love me?” you asked playfully. megumi pushed his head into your arm like he was a bulldozer.

“okaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy, wake up. i have to go to school.”

“i’m not doing it” you said before toji could protest. knowing it was a losing fight, toji groaned. “do not spill that shit in the car brat. i’ll have you lick it up.”

“and don’t forget your vinegar!” you chimed in.

toji stood, carrying you back to bed with a kiss. you heard your boys arguing and went back to sleep.

—————————

a few weeks later, megumi handed you his reported card. he’d gotten a C in science. you knew exactly why.

“please schedule a parent-teacher meeting asap”. his teacher left a note too.

you called out to toji. “we gotta go to gumi’s school babe!”

a loud groan came from your man. “what the fuck is it now?!”

dividers by @saradika-graphics

lmk what you think! reblogs, comments, follow, and feedback all appreciated!

[leopardvee]

ok so i have some fics ideas!! i’m probably biting off more than i can chew, but where’s the fun in playing it safe!! these will both be toji fics

the first idea is called spin cycle and it’s gonna be shorter (3/4) chapters but it’s gonna be fluffy and cute!

synopsis: when your apartment laundry room becomes your friday night escape, the last thing you expect is to form a bond with a curious young boy who keeps asking if you live there. you also don’t expect for his father — gruff, cold, and believes you’re too good to be true — to take a liking to you as well. when megumi steals your favorite shirt out of your dryer, he and his father show up at your door, tides begin to change. between vending machines snacks, lost laundry, and late-night confessions, you find out that spin cycles don’t just clean.

AGH SO CUTE I CANNOT WAIT TO WRITE THIS 😋

okay the next one is gonna be way longer and will probably take me longer, maybe 6-8 chapters. this one will be called the house on higan street. (higan is a chinese/japanese word that translates to death and rebirth circles)

the realtor says no one stays on higan street for long. you move into one of the houses on the block, directly across from the only people living there — you soon find out why.

toji fushiguro lives next door, and he’s made it his personal mission to keep everyone away. but when you refuse to scare easily, his son starts showing up on your porch asking you about every little thing. toji doesn’t get mad. he panics.

when he sees you for the first time, you look just like the woman he lost. he’s not ready to face the past, let alone relive it. you look like her, but you’re not her, and that’s the problem. and his son’s affinity for you doesn’t make it better.

with this fic, you as the reader have to be under the assumption that mamaguro and you look eerily the same even if canonically, you don’t. #use your imagination, that’s the only way this will work!

not sure when I’ll start writing because I’m doing rush week at school and then school starts shortly after!

if you’d like to be tagged for either work please let me which one and which or both! and let me know what you think about the ideas 🖤 my ask box and requests should be open so feel free to shoot me a message otherwise!

[leopardvee]

🎱 toji fushiguro master list 🎱

smutty fics

🕷️ fix your face I & fix your face II

🕷️ only bought this dress so you could take it off

fluffy/slice of life

♟️ a very toji tattoo appointment

♟️ dad toji headcanons I

♟️ dad toji headcanons II

♟️ “get ready with me” with toji

♟️ in this house, we bark back!

♟️ sunday in the park with toji

♟️megumi’s volcano project

angst

coming soon…

short stories

overview & synopses

♠️ spin cycle

🧺 chapter one - delicates and disasters

🧺 chapter two - missing threads

🧺 chapter three - don't cry over spilled detergent

♠️ the house on higan street (coming soon…)

[leopardvee]

only bought this dress so you could take it off

pairing: toji fushiguro x female reader

synopsis: you found yourself on top of toji, the dress he bought bunched around your waist, your nails digging gashes into his back.

warnings: spitting, smacking, oral sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, toji being rough, female masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, sorry if i missed anything! not proofread!

a week ago, toji had completed a mission. his reward? an undisclosed, large sum of money. usually after a mission, toji rewarded himself by gambling or buying food. but instead, toji took you to the mall.

he took you into every store, letting you shop as much as you wanted. you both had made your way into a clothing store. you picked through the racks, toji in tow, carrying all the hangers you’d picked up.

bored, toji let neck roll to the side. in the corner of his eye, the sexiest, shortest, tightest, black dress found itself on the rack. as you picked up another dress, you went to hand it behind you. when you felt your hand in the air for longer than usual, you looked around the store for toji.

his hands grabbed the hanger. “i want you try this one on.” the dress wasn’t usually your style, but you’d do anything for him.

in the dressing room, you tried on just about everything you picked up except for toji’s dress. toji whistled at you every time a new outfit adorned your body. “damn ma” he’d say, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

you undressed again, covering your boobs with an arm as you grabbed the next dress. “don’t cover my stuff brat”, he said. you shot him a dirty look and took the dress off the hanger. looking at the tag, toji had grabbed you a size smaller than you normally wear.

“umm, toji. this is not my size”.

“i know. you got it princess.” he said flatly.

you slid the dress of your legs, a bit snug but nothing you couldn’t handle. over the swell of your ass, the dress hiked up just an inch. a smirk flashed across his face.

the dress fit perfectly over your waist. as you tried sliding the straps over your shoulder, the straps dug into your skin. the top part of the dress barely covered your boobs, only your nipples secured.

toji clapped his hands, loud. “it’s perfect”.

finally letting out a breath and looking at yourself, you spoke to him. “toji, this is insane. it does not fit. it is not perfect.”

he didn’t care for what you had to say. “take it off so i can go buy it.” you followed his instruction.

handing the dress to him, he stood. moving to whisper into your ear, he spoke “that’s my dress”, he warned.

————

that was a week ago.

you had been invited out with your friends. a new club had opened in your town and was having specials, so you decided why not.

toji was out on a mission and you figured he wouldn’t be back for a while. he was usually gone for days at a time; you’d gotten used to it.

you wore the dress he bought you, conveniently forgetting his warning. you did your makeup, dark to the match the dress, and your hair was done beautifully. a sight for sore eyes indeed.

after arriving to the bar, you met up with your friends. while grabbing drinks, you’d been hit on more than you could count. you just rolled your eyes and brushed the men off, knowing who you had waiting for you was a million times better.

your friend grabbed your arm and forced you on the dance floor, the music pounding in your ears as you laughed at your friend’s uncoordinated dance moves. just as you went to speak, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” your friend asked.

you could always feel toji before your saw him. your face fell. your friend looked behind you, her face softening. “oh hey toji!” she chirped.

“hey!” toji piped out, tone way lighter than it should be. “you don’t mind if i steal her away?”

“never! bye y/n, see you later!” and before you could blink, your friend was gone. you felt toji’s hand creep up to your neck, palming it. his tone dropped. “walk.”

toji walked you out of the club to his car. he opened the door for you, always the gentleman. you climbed in and he shut the door way harder than he needed to before crossing to his side. he slid in, started the car, and began driving.

you could see toji’s jaw tick under the moon and city lights as he drove. his face was calm, expressionless, except for the tiniest scowl forming on the side of his mouth where his scar was.

“toji.. i didn’t think you’d be back so soon. they just asked me to go out with them and you weren’t home, didn’t think it’d be such a big de-” he cut your rambling off.

“that’s my dress.” he said flatly. your eyes widened a bit and you went to keep explaining yourself. “don’t care.”

———

your drive home was silent. you stared out the window and before you knew it, you were home. toji opened all the doors for you. he closed the front door behind you. he went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and sat in his normal spot on the couch. your feet were cemented to the floor.

“toji?”. no response. “‘m sorry”. still no response. you remembered when he bought the dress for you, but you didn’t think he was actually serious. big mistake.

you took your heels off, dropping them haphazardly on the floor. toji still hadn’t looked or talked to you since the club.

you walked in front of the couch, blocking toji’s view of the tv. he glanced over to you quickly, taking inventory of your body. you looked good, better than good, but toji couldn’t let you go unpunished.

when he still didn’t look at you or speak to you, your body moved before your mind did. you dropped to your knees, crawling slowly toward toji’s manspreaded form. you crawled slow and deliberately.

seeing you on your knees, toji’s pants tented just slightly. he watched how your waist and ass swayed with each movement. he gripped the neck of the bottle harder, still burning a hole into the tv screen with this glare.

once your reached toji, you sat back on your calfs, pouting at him. “i’m sorry baby” you said sweetly. you rested your head on his thigh, rubbing your check on his pants, like a cat would. you heard his breath hitch at your action, but still no dice. he did not look at you.

you reached your arms out and using your nails, you ran your hands up his thighs, across the tent in his pants, more noticeable than before. you lightly scratched his up and down his stomach, feeling his sculpted body. the goosebumps that rippled across his body went unnoticed to you but to toji, his dick was hard as ever. pre cum beginning to wet his underwear. he glanced down at you.

you went to rake your nails over his body again, ghosting over his clothed cock and before he let you go any further, toji grabbed your wrist, his hand dwarfing yours. your panties dampened with your arousal.

you looked at him again. your face dangerous to the game toji was playing with you. you pouted again and furrowed your eyebrows, feigning the most innocent, most apologetic look ever. “toji, baby, i’m sorry. you have to forgive me, yeah?”.

“make it up to me.” he growled at you. the vibrations in his deep voice went straight to your core, your hole clenching and releasing around nothing.

your manicured hands began working on his belt. you unbuttoned his pants, pulling his trousers and underwear down just enough for his cock to spring out, bouncing against his abs, pre cum smearing on his body, light from the tv reflecting on it.

you’d seen toji’s cock more than you hadn’t but every time felt like the first time. his tip was a bright shade of red, the vein on the right side protruding more than usual.

impossibly fast, toji grabbed your hair, wrapping it around his fist, effectively yanking your head back with it. you whimpered at the force “open”. your mouth fell open at his command and toji spit into your mouth, the sensation warm against the back of your throat. with your mouth open, you swallowed it without hesitation. through hooded eyes, toji watched the display before him, more fluid leaking from his tip.

yanking your head back harder, another whimper fell from your mouth. at this opening, toji shoved his middle and ringer finger into your mouth. you closed around his fingers and sucked a few times, closing your eyes and humming. he shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, your gag reflex kicking it. your throat closed a bit around his fingers and your body jerked at the gagging sensation. tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill. your eye makeup was already smearing.

toji removed his fingers from your mouth. spit filled your mouth. you looked absolutely wrecked. toji loved you like this. you were dazed.

roughly, toji smacked your cheek a few times with his free hand and the tears that threatened to spill before, rolled down your face. his free hand came in front of your mouth and like it was second nature, you spit all the saliva in your mouth into his hand.

his hand was still in your hair and a headache began throbbing inside of you. he fisted himself several times before grabbing his cock rubbing across your mouth a few times, your lip gloss now replaced by pre cum. toji pressed the tip of his shaft against your closed lips, forcing his way in — just a bit.

with just the tip in your mouth, you sucked around it a few times, quiet groans spilling from his mouth. now toji had both hands in your hair, he guided your mouth over his length tossing his head back. your clit was throbbing with want and your were rubbing your thighs together looking for some sort of friction. your hands rested on your thighs, nails digging into your soft skin.

he pushed you down over him slowly. you moaned around his length and his hips bucked just a bit. his pre cum was salty in your mouth. your eyes watered again as he worked your further and further down until your nose touched his pelvis.

you breathed out of your nose, hot air fanning over his lower half, goosebumps prickling his skin again. “your mouth feels so good baby”, you hummed around him, nose still touching his pelvis. his praise went straight to your pussy. you rubbed your thighs together just a little more.

he slowly let you off of him, lipstick smudged on your face and the rest of it staining his shaft. he kissed you rough, tasting himself on you. his tongue forced its way inside of your mouth, spit dribbling out the side of your mouth. he licked your bottom lip.

he moved back. “look at you. can’t even take me without crying.”

your bottom lip quivered just slightly. another tear slipped out that toji caught with his thumb, forcing his digit inside of your mouth. you sucked again like the good slut you are for him.

both hands found your hair again. and the gentleness you felt earlier from toji was gone, he slammed your mouth onto his cock, making you gag again. his rough movements continued and the noises you were making made him groan upon hearing them.

you hollowed your cheeks and let your tongue sit on the underside of his dick to accommodate his girth. his hands left your hair and he rested them behind him. “do it yourself, slut”. the hands that were digging crescents into your thighs were now on his shaft. with one hand you stroked up and down his length, the other squeezing his thigh and you sucked one of his balls into your mouth.

“fuck princess, that mouth does somethin’ to me.”

you took his tip into your mouth again, sucking hard. toji’s breathing picked up. you let your mouth off him again to stroke him a few times before spitting on it. you braced yourself on his thighs with both hands as you began taking all of him in your mouth.

one of his hands were rubbing loving circles into your temple as you worked. “such a slut for me, huh? you like getting me off?”

you moaned around him at his touch and at his words. you could feel his balls tighten as he threatened to spill into you. you worked faster twisting your hand around the length you couldn’t get in. your arousal was making your thighs sticky.

he was breathing rapidly. he gritted his teeth. before he could spill into your mouth, he yanked you by your hair. you winced at the sensation. your voice was hoarse as you panted, “why’d y’do that?”

he stood, taking you with him. you traded places with him and he threw you down on the long end of the couch. his eyes raked over your form hungrily. “you don’t even know the things you do to me, y/n. is that why you do this?” he purred your name. he looked devilishly handsome, hair tussled, his shirt and pants still on with just his cock hanging out.

his hands were on your in an instant. he yanked the straps of your dress down your arms. he worked the dress down over your tits. you’d forgone a bra, your nipples perking up at the cold air. you whimpered at temperature and toji dragged the dress over your ass to your torso, revealing your cunt covered by a lacy black pair of underwear with a tiny white bow in the middle.

you clawed at this clothes and he got the hint, quickly undressing until he was bare. you moaned at the sight in front of you.

he leaned over you. your knees dropped making room for him in between your thighs. he looked down at your sex, a noticeable wet patch had formed and your thighs were red and warm from your movements before.

a calloused thumb pressed into your clothed clit. you moaned toji’s name quietly and your infamous pout returned. he chuckled darkly as he literally ripped your underwear off of you. the discarded fabric somewhere on the floor.

a hand came up to your nipple, squeezing, then pulling and repeating. your wetness only increased as toji did this. you whimpered and writhed under his touch. “toji…”

he swiped his index finger up and down in between your folds, toying with you, turning you on even more. you pouted even more.

“keep pouting slut, that shit don’t work on me.”

he kneeled at the edge of the couch yanking your down by your thighs. he was face to face with your aching cunt. he blew directly on your clit making your hole pulse, he chuckled while you whimpered.

he backed away and your propped yourself up on your elbows missing his warmth.

he stood in front and above you, arms crossed, dick hanging as he watched you. “you wore my dress for attention, yeah?”

you shook your head violently saying no. toji knew you didn’t, you’re not desperate, but he wanted to see how far you’d go just to please him.

“yeah i think you did. i think you’re a whore who wanted attention. what? i’m not good enough for you anymore?” he challenged.

“toji, no i swear i didn’t. y’gotta believe me please.” he turned his face up at you like he didn’t believe you. your face burned with embarrassment.

he tutted, shaking his head. “go on. show me how desperate you are.”

you gawked at him, eyes glossing over at his request. you couldn’t tell if he was serious. as if on cue, “lay back. legs open.”

“you wanna act like a slut, you can finish like one.”

you threw your head down on the couch and bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. he barked your name, “now.”

you slid your hand down your body, the pads of your fingers finding your cunt. you rubbed small, lazy circles into your clit hoping he’d step in and do it for you.

your hope was misplaced. this was something you had to do on your own. he sat quietly watching you — not moving except for the rise and fall of his chest.

you inched your hand down further. you pressed your index finger into your hole, a loud moan escaping your lips. you finally got the friction you were looking for, but it wasn’t the same. you flexed your wrist as you worked faster. your head was thrown back on the couch, back arching. you reached your free hands across your boobs, pinching a nipple, stimulating you the way you liked.

you added your middle finger, the squelching of your pussy ringing off the walls of your living room. it didn’t take you long to get to this point. the hand messing with your nipples moved down to your clit, pressing harder and tighter circles. your snapped your eyes closed as the pressure you felt grew. Hi

you were chasing your high, the coil in your stomach ready to snap when you felt one hand stop yours and the other, a bruising grip on your waist. your eyes snapped open and your hands froze. he broke you from your orgasm, “already making a mess without me?” you whimpered his name, a tear rolling down your cheek. he leaned you, his tip pressing into your mound, and kissed the tear off your cheek.

he looked at you — he was absolutely blissed out. his pupils blown to hell, his eyes completely black. his breathing was so ragged and his grip on you tightening by the second.

“toji…please” you begged.

your tears and your begging made a cord snap inside of him. he grabbed you by your thighs and you flung your arms around his neck. he sat down in where you were and positioned you over him.

you were breathless. toji, even after what felt like an hour, was still hard as ever (heavenly pact and all). he grabbed the back of your neck smashing your face into his. your lips parted to make room for his. he broke the kiss to breathe into your mouth. moving his hand from the nape of your neck into the bottom of your hair, he gripped hard, pulling you back. “i told you that was my dress.” he argued.

you whined at him.“jesus christ, toji, i said i was sorr-“ and in one swift motion, you were split open over his cock. you screamed out, throwing his head back, toji’s groan louder than yours. you scratched up his back, trying to ground yourself. tears pricked your eyes. the force of his movement made your legs shake, toes curl, and head swim. “you got it baby? ‘m gonna move again. need you so bad”. he mumbled to you, hooded eyes on the brink of something.

you still hadn’t caught your breath when Toji lifted you up again. you rested your forehead against his shoulder as he fucked up into you. the vein on his cock sliding against your walls made your stomach turn. you gurgled out loans his name as his hips kept a brutal pace.

he pulled your hair again, exposing your neck to him. he fucked a million bruises into you. your eyes rolled back and your nails raked scratches into his chiseled pecs. his pelvis rubbed your clit hard with each thrust.

“‘mm toji, nghh— it hurts, so good” you couldn’t really speak, cock drunk on him.

“I know it hurts ma, you feel so good, lemme use you, please”. him begging for you pushed closer to the edge, a burning feeling bubbling low in your stomach.

two hard hands gripped your ass, pushing further than before, his tip kissing your cervix. your hands found his neck, squeezing hard as toji overwhelmed you with his size, his girth, his sounds. “toji m’gonna cum, ohmygod”

the sound of skin slapping and his groans pushed you over the end. you squeezed his throat as he fucked you through his orgasm, chasing his own high. you slumped against his body. he bear hugged your body. moans of your name spilled from his mouth.

with one more thrust, a moan flew from your lips as toji’s hips stuttered. endless ropes of his cum painted your insides. he rubbed your back with both hands.

your dress was still in the middle of your torso, toji snapped the fabric against your back. you pinched his arm as revenge and he laughed lowly.

“i’ll buy you a new one soon. and don’t fuckin wear it without me.”

you just sighed against him, nodding. you learned your lesson… or.. have you?

okay my second time writing smut. it’s like hard. so many details going on at once 😣. let me know what you think! i will get to writing my next toji fluff fic based on the poll results. just wanted to try something new!

also lmk if you catch the t swizzle reference 🖤

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boyfriend gojo headcanons

pairing: saturo gojo x female reader

boyfriend gojo who brings you random stuff all the time. things you can handle, somethings you simply cannot.

one time, he brought you a bouquet of flowers with the brightest, whitest smile ever. the next time, he brought you a bigger one…and then a bigger one… and then one so big it took up the entire dining table.

that’s not even the worst of it. gojo once saw a grown ass great dane on the side of the road as he just haaaaad to bring it home. he smiled shyly and said to you, “he’s so cute right? i couldn’t just leave him there… right!!??”

boyfriend gojo who always came back from a mission with bags of candy. you didn’t love candy but you let gojo force feed you the things he bought.

boyfriend gojo who is really good at planning dates. like really good. he knows you very well and uses that to plan things. he’s also a really good listener even though he doesn’t let on too much.

boyfriend gojo who tries to teach you his abilities. you know you’ll never be as good as thee saturo gojo, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you to try. he tried teaching you how to use his domain technique and you couldn’t get it but gojo couldn’t help but laugh at how cute you looked confused.

boyfriend gojo who after a hard day curls up into a ball into your lap on the couch. he lets you untie his blindfold. he practically purrrs into your chest as you run your nails through his undercut.

boyfriend gojo who likes rough housing with you especially when you least expect it. you’ll be cooking, stove on and everything, and he’ll pick you up by your waist and throw you over his shoulder. he sets you down and assumes a fighting position blocking a path to the kitchen

“gojo the whole place is gonna burn down if you don’t move”. your protests fell on deaf ears, as the always did.

“come on baby! just throw a punch or two and I’ll let you go!” he wasn’t gonna let you go that easy but he’d already turned the stove after without you noticing.

boyfriend gojo when he’s drunk can’t keep his hands off you but not necessarily in a sexual way. he just want to be close to you. he’ll try and get into your clothes or bite your ear or grab your face with both hands and shake it to make sure you’re still real. when he gets a little too touchy and not in an innocent way, it’s your cue to leave whatever function you’re at.

boyfriend gojo who wakes up still a little bit drunk who cuddles up next to you and thanks you for taking care of him, slurring his words.

boyfriend gojo who reluctantly tells you things about his past when you respectfully pry. he wants to tell you, he does, he just finds it hard.

it becomes easier when you take his hand into yours and you reassure him. “you don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready to.” you smile at him gently and he melts just a bit.

boyfriend gojo who when you go out with friends for pictures and dinner, hypes you up like nobody else. he’ll grab the nearest speaker and blast some music while giving you the most creative compliments in the book.

boyfriend gojo who’s alllllwwwwwaaaayyyysssss in your comments, not scared of anybody seeing. he gets teased by megumi, yuji, and nobara when he takes them out on missions or for dinner. he blushes and tries to play it cool around them, laughing when they laugh at him.

boyfriend gojo who said those three special words on accident one night when you fell asleep on the couch and woke up startled, hair stuck half to heaven, eyes crusted over. gojo scared you on accident.

he said it unknowingly, just enamored by the sight before him which to other people might’ve scared them off. when he said it, his face dropped and you could tell behind his blindfold his eyes were full of regret. not because he said to you but because of how you’d react.

you body relaxed upon seeing him and waved him over. he walked slowly over to you, unsure of himself. he crouched down in front of you and with the softest, gentlest hands undid his blindfold. you kissed the corners of both of his eyes and then his lips. you said it back to him. and as dramatic as gojo is, he fell on the floor, limbs sprawled out and a loud laugh tore through him.

“whew i was really scared there for a second! did NOT think you we’re gonna say it back and then I’d have to move out, and maybe kill you.”

you giggled and climbed on top of him, both arms beside his head. his blue eyes sparkled at you and you smiled at him. he smiled back at you.

okay first time writing for gojo, how do we feel!!

reblogs, comments, feedback, and follows always appreciated!!

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omg guys hit 50 followers tdy 😏 maybe not a big deal but it’s a big deal to me! please vote xo (and you’ll get a kiss 😽)

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sunday in park with toji

pairing: toji fushiguro x female reader, mentions of megumi and tsumiki

fluff, little bit of dirty talk from toji but it’s cute, short and not proofread

since tsumiki could walk, you and toji spent every Sunday in the park watching her play and make friends with the other children.

you and toji considered it your “date night” since it’s been a while since you guys were able to go out with one another.

watching her in the sandbox playing with a boy with bright pink hair made your features crinkle with a small smile. toji drapes a heavy arm over your shoulder, whispering in your ear, “she looks just like you. makes me wanna put another one in you.” you swatted toji’s arm as he kissed the shell of your ear. “shut up. there’s children around” you scolded him. “whadda y’say we add one more?”.

you ignored his comment and giggled a little bit. he faked surprise and he clutched his chest, pretending to keel over. you rolled your eyes and moved to kiss his cheek. “wow princess, ‘m all better now.” he wrapped his arm around you again squeezing you against him kissing all over your face.

tsumiki came running up to your two, the boy with pink hair in tow. “mom! dad! i made a new friend!” she said excitedly. you took her into your arms and kissed her cheek while toji extended his hand to the small boy. “‘m her daddy. you better take good care of her over there” toji warned. “or i know a few moves to getcha” he cracked his knuckles.

the little boy furrowed his eyebrows like he was challenging toji to a duel. you couldn’t help but giggle which made tsumiki laugh. “dad you’re not really scary…”. she looked at at the little boy and he giggled jn toji’s face.

when they’d run off, toji’s mouth fell open. he couldn’t believe that little shit laughed in his face. you rubbed his back while coaxing him to lean back in the park bench, laughing. “i think he could take you” you laughed.

“not right now doll. planning his death”.

the both of you watched the kids play on the swings, up to the slides, and down to the mulch on the playground. “y’know what’s funny?”, you hmmed and squinted at him, the sun in your face. he quickly cupped his hands around your eyebrows to block the light and started.

“when megumi was little, he used to never back down from me. i’d challenge him to an arm wrestle and he would just twist up his face and put his arm out.”

toji never really talked about megumi. not because he didn’t love him, just because it was a bit of a sore spot.

you shifted your body towards him, forcing one leg under you and the other over his legs. he set a hand on your leg and you put your hand over his, rubbing his hand with your thumb.

“he was a tough kid. always talked back to me, never to his mom though. he definitely knew better.” a small smile creeped across his lips, his scar stretching along his face.

you hmmed happily at his story. “what’d you like to do with him?” toji rubbed his jaw, deep in thought. he thought for a minute.

“we played with his dogs a lot. he loves his dogs, always smiling and laughing loud when they’d mess with him.” he laughed lightly.

“that’s nice jiji.” you paused for a second. “thanks for telling me. i know you don’t talk about him a lot.” you squeezed his hand and smiled.

“i think he’d really like you.” he said sincerely. he looked you right in the eyes, making you a bit nervous. he leaned down to kiss you before resting his back against the bench again. he watched tsumiki and the boy happily.

“he had a friend who looked just like that kid too. weird.”

you put your feet back on the ground, your back on the bench and you rested your head against his shoulder and let the sun shine in your face again. you closed your eyes contently and he squeezed your thigh before patting it a few times.

“i’ll get better at telling you things. you just let me take my time, yeah?”

you nodded against his shoulder and wrapped both arms around his bicep. tsumiki waved at the two of you as the little pink haired boy who scowled at toji.

lmk what you think!! i feel like this could turn into a series like reader and megumi meeting, i never said reader and toji were married… i feel like this could go places

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how i think jjk men help you through a tough time

includes toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, suguru geto, and kento nanami

tw: depression, depression related symptoms, reader is just going through it. if this is a sore spot for you, please be careful reading. not rlly proofread.

toji fushiguro

you’d been bed rotting for an entire week, only moving to pee or roll over. you hadn’t eaten, showered, or brushed your teeth in a while and your eyes had sunk in and the beautiful smile you always had on was replaced by a solemn frown.

toji wasn’t sure what to do about it. he’d been alone for most of his life and when he got like this, a mission or another assignment would pull him out of a slump.

you on the other hand? you couldn’t be helped this time around. toji had tried to talk to you during the week, asking you questions.

“do you want to get something to eat with me princess?” he’d whisper in a gentle tone, very foreign to toji but he tried with you. he’d rub your back while searching your eyes hopefully only for you to not meet his gaze and continue staring at the blank area on the wall. he squeezed your shoulder lovingly and walked away.

the apartment was much quieter since your light had dulled.

when two weeks had passed of you showing no signs of getting better, toji decided he’d had to use a little more force on you.

you’d been sleeping all day that day. toji had walked into the bedroom and shook your shoulder lightly waking you up. you opened your eyes and met toji’s gaze, saying nothing. when toji realized you weren’t going to speak, he started, “i’m gonna give you another hour to sleep, but then i’m coming in here and you’re going to shower. you’re going to brush your teeth. you’re going to wash your hair. you’re going to eat. you understand me?”. each sentence was stern — you knew he wasn’t kidding. you’d have to comply.

you shifted your eyes away from his, burning a hole in the same spot on the wall where you’d been staring. you closed your eyes to sleep.

and in an hour, just like toji said, he walked into your room calling your name, not too loud but not soft either, like he was your parent. you opened your eyes and blink a few times, slowly. he stuck his hands out to you and when your body refused to comply, he lifted you by your arm pits and made you stand. he dragged you by hand to the bathroom before he began undressing you.

you hadn’t realized your scent had marinated in all the time you hadn’t moved but toji didn’t care or made it seem like he didn’t, never turning up his nose or making his usual joking comments.

once you were bare, you looked up him sheepishly. you’d spoken your first sentence in what felt like forever, “will you shower with me?”, you mumbled. a soft smile appeared on his face. “of course i will, gimme a few, yeah?”. he’d already showered but, he’d do anything for you.

you’d stepped into the shower letting the first burst of cold water hit you and wake you up and slowly letting the heat engulf you. toji had taken all the sheets and pillow cases off the bed to wash and put some towels in the dryer so they were warm when you came back.

you were in the shower letting the hot water run over your hair but not really showering, still stuck in your rut. when toji came back, he quickly undressed and stood under the shower with you. without speaking, toji grabbed your shampoo off the wall and began working the suds through your scalp and untangling your hair with his fingers as he went through.

the overwhelming sensation of toji’s love and care for you brought you tears and you laid your head on his chest and he let you cry as he cleaned you up, washing your hair and body.

once the tears had subsided, toji left you to grab the warm towels and switch the laundry. when he came back, he wrapped a warm towel around you and grabbing your hand, he brought you to the sink before brushing your teeth for you. he gripped your jaw lightly, brushing back and forth for more than two minutes to get weeks of plaque and germs off your teeth. your eyes never left his.

after dressing and putting the sheets back on the bed, toji ordered your favorite takeout. you snuggled up to him on the couch watching your comfort show. you didn’t say much for the rest of the night but you didn’t have to. toji would carry the weight of the world for you.

ryomen sukuna

you’d been in a rut for a while now. always sluggish and quiet. not like your normal, bubbly self. before this, things around the temple had felt lighter. sukuna hadn’t felt the need to kill as many servants or yell as much as he used to. since you’d gone all dark and twisty, things around him had gone back to the way they were before.

you stopped cuddling him in bed at night, you would eat your meals separate from him, and spend every waking moment in the garden just staring.

sukuna had decided he’d had enough one day and marched out to you in the garden.

“WOMAN! WHERE ARE YOU?” he yelled.

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. your back was against the big tree at the center of the garden. you ignored him, something you never do.

he shouted your name, and sternly he said to you, “you come out, at once! or i will find you.” you couldn’t bring yourself to care about what he was saying, you didn’t care about the punishment he’d give you later, you just didn’t care. so you sat, back against the bark, and waited for sukuna to stand in front of you.

after a few minutes of grumbling and mumbling to himself, he found your position in the dirt, shaded by the tree.

he loomed above you, arms crossed and you could tell he was seething. “i will burn down this garden with you in it. you do not ignore me.”

a sudden rush of anger at his audacity and his spiteful words began bubbling in your stomach. “do it. i don’t care.”

sukuna was taken back by your comment. more than anything, and perhaps more than him, you loved this garden. you’d spent countless days and nights planting seeds and watching them grow. so for you to ask him to burn it down, with you inside? it twisted something inside him.

he looked at you hard with glaring eyes. “woman, what is wrong with you?”. you didn’t answer, but like everybody else, that question squeezed your heart and lump formed in your throat. you lips quivered just a little and tears were brimming your eyes. you still didn’t answer.

he huffed before crouching over you, both legs and feet on either side of your crossed legs. a strong hand wiped the tear that had escaped from your eye. you didn’t meet his gaze until he used both hands to grab both side of your face, forcing him to look at you.

“what is it making you cry? must i kill someone?”, he asked seriously.

his tone made a chuckle escape from your lips on accident, before being replaced by quivering lips as he peered into your eyes. a more grim tone replaced his serious one, “is it me?”.

you finally met his gaze. you shook your head, “it’s stupid. you’ll think i’m stupid”. he shook his head at you. “no, tell me. i demand you tell me. i’ll decide if it’s stupid later.” he said with his normal, gruff voice.

your voice was small as your started speaking, “i just feel isolated. nobody in the temple seems to want to talk to me. everybody seems happy around me but they don’t talk to or interact with me unless i order them to do something. i hate it”. a few more tears rolled down your cheeks, sukuna catching them and brushing them away.

a dark cloud hovered in sukuna’s mind. he remembered briefly telling the servants to mind their business around you and not to be a nuisance or he’d… you know… end their lives.

“ah… i see.”, he said. you went to speak and he shushed you by placing a finger over your lips. “do not hate me, but… i was the one who told the servants to leave you be.” he’d explained everything to you. he’d rather nobody upset you than a servant make the mistake of crossing you, ultimately making him take matters into his own hand (he didn’t have to but he felt protective over you)

you averted your gaze from him, understanding. he stood up and walked away from you. you were left dumbfounded; a tender moment between the two of you ripped away in an instant. permanent sadness creeping back in.

you’d closed your eyes but when sukuna returned, he was holding a small creature. it meowed and you opened your eyes, eyes falling onto the cutest animal you’d ever seen.

sukuna handed the kitten to you, your lip jutting out in a pout. he rubbed his neck and begun, “i’ll let up on the servants but i do not intend of taking care of that thing” as he gestured to the cat. you giggled and the sun seemed to shine a bit brighter.

“aww… you love me?” you asked, teasing just a bit. cat nuzzling your hands just a bit.

“don’t push it brat”

suguru geto

since your last mission, you’d be inconsolable. you cried all hours of the night and when you weren’t crying, you would sit somewhere in the house, head tucked between your knees and arms wrapped around your legs. sometimes you’d mutter to yourself and sometimes you’d stay quiet.

suguru knew this all too well. he’d been in this situation more often than he’d like to admit. he knew when you came home the night of the mission, blood stained clothes and skin, eyes wide in shock, that you weren’t okay.

at night, when you’d cry quietly as to not wake him, he’d already be awake just listening to you. if you were crying, you were still alive… still feeling. numbness hadn’t taken over you.

he stopped sleeping in the bedroom after the first three nights, noticing you ended up sleeping better when he wasn’t there. you could cry louder, scream into the pillow if needed, so on.

although he stopped sleeping next to you, he didn’t stop caring for you. after your showers, when you’d brushed your teeth and were starting to get dressed, he would be in the bedroom just existing. showing you that he could take it, that he wouldn’t push you away for feeling your emotions.

he started with little things, like lighting incense for you or burning your favorite scented waxes when you were in the shower so you’d come out to a relaxing environment.

one morning in particular, you had a late start, you’d fallen out of bed in the middle of the night and had a nightmare that you couldn’t shake. you both were in the bathroom at your respective sinks. geto was flossing his teeth when he saw your shoulders drop in defeat, your brush tangled in your hair.

your hands flew to your face as tears began wrecking your body. normally this wouldn’t be a big deal but lately, every little thing seems to be the last straw on the camel’s back.

geto put his floss down, rinsing his hands quickly before moving behind you. with blurry eyes, you watched him in the mirror work your brush out of your hair. he started from the ends of your hair to the middle all the way to the top until your brush could pass through easily. “would you like me to braid it?”, he asked gently, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. with a shy nod, he began braiding at the base of your neck. when he was done, he finished with a kiss before leaving the bathroom.

another day, he’d been walking around the temple, completing errands and talking with servants and advisors about his business when he stumbled upon you in a dark room. you were in a corner, hands over your mouth stifling your cries as your back shuddered with the intensity of your emotions.

he walked in quietly, shutting the door behind him and you whipped your head around at him. you quickly tried wiping your tears and plastering on a fake smile for him.

he shook his head with a slight frown, making your smile falter. he said your name in a way that sent chills down your spine and an aching feeling into your chest.

he sat down, and gestured for you to sit in his lap. you moved to sit, your back to his chest. both of his arms wrapped around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder. you shrunk into him.

he spoke softly into your ear, “y/n, it’s okay if you’re not okay. but you don’t need to hide from me”.

his words brought on a fresh wave of tears that wracked your body. he drew you in close with his arms around you and let you cry until you fell asleep in his arms.

and that night, he slept next to you, spooning your body. this was the first time in a while you’d slept a whole night.

kento nanami

nanami had noticed when you started pulling away from him. how you stopped lingering around him when he was working, or cooking, or doing anything really. he missed his shadow.

he noticed when you’d stopped eating. he noticed when you started pulling out of date plans because you were “sick” or had working in the morning.

he noticed when you stopped telling him about the silly things you’d seen online or when you stopped sending him selfies of what you were doing during the day.

he never said anything though. he waited for you to come to him. you thought he didn’t notice you anymore and that sent you deeper into your depression. you’d been so burnt out from working that your body lived on autopilot while your mind raced with a million self-deprecating thoughts ran through your mind.

one day, you were sat at the dinner table. your mug with tea in it had gotten cold — you couldn’t bring yourself to drink it, no matter how much the pit in your stomach had grown.

nanami arrived him and stepped through the door. he didn’t expect you to be just sitting at home, almost like you were waiting for him. he noticed the cup on the table and could see your effort, could see you trying.

he called out your name flatly, not in a mean way, just how nanami talks. you looked at him, eyes a bit wide. you two hadn’t spoken in a few days.

he set his briefcase down on the counter and loosened his tie. he walked over to the table and sat in the chair closest to you. he spoke firmly and calmly.

“i know you haven’t been eating. you don’t text me. you don’t hand around me.” your eyes dropped from his face to your cup and your started playing with the charm on your necklace.

he could sense your tension as he spoke. he reassured you,“darling, i am not blaming you. i’m showing you my observations.” your heart beat quickened just a bit because he had noticed you.

he grabbed the hand that was on your necklace and your free hand and kissed the inside of both wrists before standing up.

you whimpered at the loss of contact from him feeling just a bit deflated.

“i will cook. you do not have to eat but i will leave you a plate and i will eat beside you.”

“i will sit on the couch with you instead of the office when i am working. i will tell you about my day and you can tell me about yours, even if its a small detail.”

and with that, he walked into your shared bedroom and got ready for bed.

the next morning, nanami woke up, got dressed, and made breakfast. when you finally woke, the scent of eggs and pancakes hit your nose and carried your body to the kitchen. nanami had sat eating and when he noticed you, he gently gestured for you to sit and you did.

as he was eating, you picked up your fork, stabbing a piece of scrambled eggs and placing it in your mouth. chewing felt a bit foreign in the moment but nanami didn’t point it out, just kept eating, a small grin spreading on his face.

when it was time for him to leave, he pressed a kiss to your cheek and left. you felt heavier now that he was gone. you hadn’t finished your food so you moved to place it in a container, maybe for tomorrow, and when you went to put it on the fridge, a hot pink sticky note stood out to you.

it had nanami’s handwriting.

“to do list: 1) drink a bottle of water. 2) go outside for a walk. 3) send me one emoji.”

you took the sticky note off the fridge and a warm feeling bloomed in your chest.

you did all the things. drank water, went for a walk, showered, texted him and before you knew it, nanami had came home from work. his work day wasn’t even close to being over but he was home.

“hi nana, you’re home really early, no?”, you asked innocently.

“why yes, i am home early. i saw from the building’s windows that there’s a market downtown. i was wondering if you’d like to accompany me?”.

a grin overtook your face, a giggle shook your shoulders, and your cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.

nanami smiled at your reaction. he grabbed your hand and took you to the closest. “let’s find you an outfit, hmm?”.

you tried on what felt like a thousand outfits and all nanami could do was smile. he could see the light in your eyes again.

lmk what you thiiiinkkk. this was so cute. i tried making each one of them similar to how i think they’d handle this. let me know if you want more like this (multi character), etc!

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dad toji headcanons II

part one

dad toji who would buy you your pregnancy cravings but would be reluctant to try them with you. until your pregnancy hormones make you cry about it.

“please just eat with me, it’s not even bad!” you whined out. you stuck your hand out with your concoction to him, shaking it a bit, begging him to take it.

he squinted his eyes at you. who wouldn’t want a rice krispie wrapped in a fruit roll up with a pickle on top? he took it from you and walked out your bedroom. you hummed happily. once he left, he tossed it out.

dad toji who wouldn’t let you move a muscle to do… anything really. all of your nesting projects were spearheaded by him no matter how much he complained. you wanted new tiles in the bathroom? toji’s on it. in fact, he built a crib for the baby’s nursery, you didn’t like it, so when you bought another one, he built it,

dad toji who kissed every inch of your body when you started to avoid the mirror as your belly grew and when you did look in the mirror, tears pricked your eyes.

after showers when you were in a towel drying off in your room, toji would sneak up behind you and rip your towel off. you’d instinctively cover yourself and scold toji, but toji? he’d look at you with wild, hungry eyes before kissing, rubbing, and dripping every inch of you, making you giggle.

dad toji who couldn’t fucking stand when nobody stood up to give you their seat on the bus. you really didn’t care ever. toji wasn’t as bad in the earlier stages of your pregnancy but when your belly started to weigh you down, he started making scenes, much to your dismay.

specifically one day, you and him had went to the doctor. all your stress and hormones had been out of whack and you couldn’t help but cry leaving the office, just feeling utterly defeated by this experience.

when you climbed on the bus, nobody offered you a seat. you didn’t notice or care, too wrapped up in your own feelings, until you heard toji politely ask the man next to you to move. “do you mind? i think she should sit”, toji pointed to you. “well, i think you should’ve picked a different bus jackass”, the man bit back at toji. your jaw dropped and you swore you could hear a bone in toji’s jaw pop. he grabbed the man’s collar yanking him up and tossing him to the side. you both were shortly kicked off, but toji didn’t care; and he carried you all the way home, bridal style.

dad toji who when you fell asleep upright on the couch, would squat down and talk to your baby inside your stomach, telling him stories of toji’s glory days — something you wouldn’t approve of if you were awake.

dad toji who when your son kicked in your stomach for the first time was grossed out which was hilarious to you. the big man you fell in love with was scared of… a baby kick? he yanked his hand back and you gave him a “for real?” look. you snatched his hand back and kept it on your stomach until the baby stopped kicking.

dad toji who would fall asleep wrapped around you. you on your side, toji had a big arm draped around your stomach and a big leg wrapped around yours.

oh and when you accidentally rolled on your back in your sleep, toji wouldn’t hesitate to push you back to your side. you’d wake up a bit and he’d whisper in your ear “stop doing that brat and i’ll stop waking you up”. you whined a bit and he shushed you, wrapping his big arms around you, keeping you anchored to him.

and it didn’t matter how hot you got, you weren’t moving.

dad toji who kissed your face, kissed your stomach, kissed every aching part of you.

dad toji who wiped your tears while threatening to fight the life inside of you.

dad toji who would do anything very his very pregnant wife.

i’m literally pregnant with toji’s child! lmk what you think <3

part one

[leopardvee]

cat dad geto

pairing: boyfriend suguru geto x female reader

synopsis: a cat won’t stop following you around. you and geto decide to keep it

geto had sent you to the market with a list and a kiss. you’d need some new things for the temple and wanted to save some of geto’s servants a trip. you wanted to fresh air anyway.

as you perused the aisles of the market, you heard a faint meow behind you. you thought it was tricks being played on your ears, so you ignored it the first time.

and the second time.

and the third.

until you turned around and saw the smallest, cutest, most adorable black kitten with the biggest eyes ever. your heart cracked into a thousand pieces as you bent down to pet him. he purred as he rubbed his head deeper into your hand.

another customer tsked at you for taking up the aisle with your cart while not paying attention. with that, you gave the kitten one last pet before getting back to your shopping.

a few more minutes of you shopping went by. as you checked through several different types of fruit, seeing which were the ripest, discarding the older, moldier ones, you felt a furry ball rub against your ankles. you looked down and surely enough, your furry friend from earlier had followed you.

you gave him a few pets and keeping your earlier interaction with the other customer in mind, you selected the fruit you needed and walked away.

once you’d paid and took your bags with you, you started on your way back to the temple. climbing through the streets and the path you’ve memorized to the temple, you heard it again.

the tiniest meow ever muttered.

he looked at you with the big eyes he gave you originally in the store. you bit your lip not sure what to do. geto loved his curse animals but he was really clean and would dealing with a new… real baby animal really be on the docket right now?

“well… you’re not a monkey, i suppose.” you said out loud. as if he understand it, he meowed contently and rubbed against your ankle again. you continued walking to see if he’d follow and sure enough he did…all the way to the temple.

sensing your presence, geto met you on the steps of the building, a warm smile dancing over his face as his long hair flowed casually (and beautifully in the wind). “why, hello there” he said gently. you returned his smile and when he stuck his hands out for the bags, you eagerly handed them over, excited to show geto your new friend.

“i got one more thing! it wasn’t on the list…” you said shyly, unsure of how he’d respond. he hummed and you turned around, picking up the kitten with the gentlest hands ever. you held out the kitten to him with arms stretched all the way, a goofy grin on your face.

“a cat?” he asked. his head turned to the side, eyes squinting.

“not a monkey!” you replied, half-joking. geto rolled his eyes playfully.

“okay. but why?” his lips were pressed together in confusion.

“erm… i don’t know. he kept following me in the store and followed me all the way up here. figured it was my sign to keep him?”, you were still unsure of how he’d respond.

“alright. you should probably get it cleaned and checked up, no? that is, if you’re going to keep him.” geto’s eyes searching yours for the answer.

“oh! yes! i will get him checked up and cleaned!” you said matter-of-factly.

you threw your free arm around geto, pressing a kiss to the corner of his eye and he wrapped his arms around you, sending you off again.

once he knew you were down from the temple and into the city, he and a servant went to a pet store in town buying all things cat related.

a large tower with many toys, seven different laser pointers, litter, and treats were all lugged up the stairs of the temple and into, what was an office space. for the next hour or so, geto had set up a whole room for this new creature.

again, as you arrived home, geto met you at the steps of the temple. “my love, welcome back” he said.

“always so formal geto. are you gonna say hi to him, too?” you asked innocently.

“but… it’s a cat?”. you looked at him expectantly. he rolled his eyes again but gave in. “cat… hello, welcome again.”

you knit your eyebrows together. “i don’t think he understands…”

“i’m not meowing at him.” he said flatly. you fake pouted. geto turned around on the steps, extending one arm and hand to you for you to grab so he could lead you through the temple.

instead of taking the normal route to your bedroom, he took you out of the way, towards his work area. as he opened a door, you saw a whole room dedicated to your new addition. you let him go and run around to room.

your turned to him, eyes shining in the sunlight. “this is so cute sugu! i think he loves it!”, you pointed to the kitten who’d climbed the tower and played with a hanging ball, kicking it with all 4 paws.

“yes, well, you seem to like him a lot, so i like him too. i think?”. you giggled at geto’s confession. “what do you want to name him?”, he asked.

“i think i like the name baby!” you said joyfully.

geto shot an eyebrow up at you. “i’ll call him cat for now.”

he walked behind you, his hands finding your waist and your hands resting atop his hands. he kissed the top of your head and you closed your eyes contently, listening to the rustling and the meows of your new baby.

——— 3 months later ———

you were leaving for a trip and geto had baby all to himself for the weekend. this was the first time he’d been alone with your cat and he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“alright baby. let’s be good for me until mama gets back” he purred lightly at the cat.

baby snuggled up close to geto’s legs, tail wagging happily in geto’s space.

i’m def a cat person more than a dog person. do you think geto is more of a cat person or dog person?

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