Ahhhh this took so long. 60 hours!!!!!!! But I did it, I drew my horror gays. This manga was truly meant for me and I'm so so so happy that the anime was just as good! I'm also glad to see our little fandom grow awww. This manga just means so much to me //sob
Toji Fushiguro is your neighbor, and you're the sweet girl next door, you help tutor his son Megumi for him after school until he gets home and help out for extra cash. What you don't know, is Toji has become obsessed with you - the pretty babysitter - so much so he is in your place when you're not, and things start to come up missing. When you try to hook up, he's is knocking on your door for sugar, when you shower, the hot water somehow shuts off. But can Toji have you all to himself when you have a stupid crush on his best friend Shiu across the street!
pairings - yandere! toji x babysitter! reader x dilf! shiu
warnings - age gap - reader is 22, Toji is 39, Shiu is 40 - Toji and reader are the main but boy does Shiu have fun w/us hehe- this chap - hints of somno, Toji is depraved, stalking, videoing w/o consent, masturbation, Toji failing at yandere completely.
So this already has eight chaps, they will be released weekly on every thursday! <3 This was a patreon fic but I wanted to share one of them with you all here, so you can see the pure freak over there hehe - tags open!
beautiful art creds here!
chapter one
Toji can't help but let his eyes linger as you're crashed out on his couch. Megumi is playing video games with his little friend Yuji in their room, and you have your college text book dropped on the floor.
Fuck you're pretty.
Toji bends down to grab it, eyeing your pretty tit that's nearly falling out of your top. Well, he can't have that, can he?
He eases it down just a bit, thumbing your nipple and exhaling, leaking pre against his sweats. He should feel like a sick fuck for fondling his babysitter like this, but he can't find a hint of guilt.
No, he wants to do more, especially when your lips part, and you shift just a bit. He laps a filthy ring around your areola before sucking it into his mouth, pulling back with a pop and exhaling, murmuring your name softly and covering you back up.
He could do more, but the first time with you. He wants you to fucking beg for it.
"Pretty little doll," he practically cooes those words, making you stir as he caresses your cheek, you come to just a bit, blinking - but he's already standing up, pretending to be busy. "Get tired?"
"Mr. Fushiguro!" You stand up quickly, body still numb from your sleep, cheeks heating up. "I'm so sorry, ugh... studying for the finals are killing me."
"No worries, the kids are fine," he gives you a smirk, mossy green eyes drifting down your body briefly, feeling like he's touching you. "You good, doll?"
"I'm... um..." you look down to see your nipples pressing against the thin material of your tank top, the remnants of your dream flashing in your mind.
Dreams of the man you babysit for bending you over.
You feel awful, you have a whole boyfriend - you can't think this way!? Especially about a much older man with a kid like seven years younger than you. You shake yourself out of it, chalking it up to the fact that this man wears black thin gym shirts and slutty ass gray sweats and blaming it on that.
His fault, really.
"I'm just embarassed, I don't want you to think I'm irresponsible..." He brushes his hand across your head affectionately.
"Don't be, you're more than welcome to rest up before you head home."
"Oh no, I'm all good, I have a date later." Toji frowns then, eyes narrowing just a bit, before he plasters back on a smile.
"Oh yeah? Lucky kid."
You blush more, gathering your books and stuffing them in your bag then, Toji's home was right across the street from you literally, so you just walked over here.
"Want me to walk you over, it's night time."
"You don't have to Mr. Fushiguro, really."
"It'd make me feel better if I did," you smile gratefully, most days he did walk you back to your door, you think he wanted to just make sure you were safe which was sweet. Despite being tall, buff and appearing gruff, Toji was always sweet to you.
"Let me say bye to Gumi first," you walk over to the room, and Megumi and Yuji smile up at you. "I'm headed home, sorry i crashed!"
"You looked tired," Megumi shrugs his shoulder. "Don't worry about it."
"All right, I'll see you two tomorrow!" You walk out with Toji, stepping out into the cool night air and shivering a bit. "When did it get so cold?"
"Here," Toji steps back in and snatches up one of his leather jackets, putting the heavy cool material over your shoulders. "Swallows you huh?"
"You're huge," you blink then, earning his smirk. "Oh dear god, I didn't mean... I mean!?"
"It's true..." His words are husky, his scar moving just a bit, he runs a tongue along it, somehow making it fucking sexier to you. "C'mon, kiddo."
Kiddo.
You don't need to be around Toji Fushiguro alone with your fucking daddy issues, really you don't, you decide to shove them down and just smile, walking next to him toward your house, you go to step into the road and he shoves you back with a strong arm, a car speeding and whooshing by.
"Fuck..." You're in his arms suddenly, he can feel your heart racing under those lush breasts, as your eyes meet his. "Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro."
"Of course, be careful huh?" You're a little shaken up, he caught you like an instinct really. He keeps his hand on the small of your back under the jacket, the rough palm burning against your skin through your thin cotton top.
It feels so good, having you near him, God Toji has waited months to have you this close, aside from a few caresses and brushes of his skin he's not touched you until tonight. it takes far too much control not to slam you against his chest, hands on your hips, pick you up and fuck you like he bets no other man could, especially those little boys in college.
He'll show you one day soon.
"There you are," you slip off the coat, handing it to him with a grateful smile. "Oh, let me pay you..."
"Thank you, oh that's too much! Especially for sleeping," he chuckles and ruffles your hair, handing you far more than he should really. "This is so sweet."
Sweet, Toji had never been called sweet really.
"Yeah no problem, be safe on your little..." he almost throws up at the thought of the next words. "On your little date."
"I will, I'll see you tomorrow!" You put a hand on his shoulder and smile, before stepping inside your little house, he notices you live there all by yourself.
You'd had some roommate but they were gone now, which works perfect for Toji, because he'd get annoyed when he had to see her on cam walk around, he only wanted to observe you after all. Watching you was one of his favorite things to do, like a nightly routine, whether it was you humming, dancing in a towel, or playing with your pretty pussy.
You really weren't any good at getting yourself off, but he'll show you how.
He lingers for just a moment, inhaling your scent, before going back home, he'll make sure to watch you tonight, and he better not see you with some dumb ass boy.
*****
Your date was sweet, he was cute and a good kisser, you're on your fifth date though so you finally invite him in, you have a firm five date rule from some movie that formed your childhood (that was most of your personality, truly) so currently he's on your couch, your thighs straddling his lap, his hands pressing into your hips.
"Mnh," you're grinding against his length over his jeans as his tongue slips in your mouth, it's been months since you've had any action, and he feels far too good against your cunt right now. You're kissing across his neck as he slips his fingers underneath your skirt, running them along your soppy panties.
"You're so wet," he murmurs, you cry out as he hits a spot that feels so good, spreading more and leaning up, your breasts right in his face. You're still horned up from that damn embarrassing wet dream you had, but you try not to admit that to yourself. "Feel good?"
"Mmhmm!"
"Mmhmm..." Toji mimics, glaring at his phone in his room, normally this was the time he spent devoted to you, but instead you wanna be a whole fucking brat and grind on some dumb young boy.
Toji knows you wouldn't sound like that if he touched you, no way anything coherent would come out, it'd be fucking nonsense, just begging for his cum, for him to put babies inside you. He'd love to do that too, Megumi needs siblings, really, and who better as a step mom than his baby sitter?
He watches as that boys hands are all over you, laying you down on the couch now, he's kissing all sloppy and you're seemingly into it. Toji forgives you, you're young and have never been fucked properly, he supposes he can understand, even if he's waiting for you so patiently that he hasn't fucked anyone in months.
How could he really?
He looks away and rolls his eyes at the really sad attempt at dirty talk, itching to go over there and stop it, drag your little cute ass off him and carry you over, it's a cave man mentality really but it's all Toji can think of when you're near. He'd take such good care of you after, he'd make sure you ate, got hydrated, just to cum all over his cock again, and give you so much cum you'd be nice and full.
His cock twitches when he hears your moans, he can almost imagine they're for him until he hears the other name you're spilling from your lips, he throws the phone on the floor then, pacing his room. He is supposed to tease you, edge you, not lose total control over the situation because he's jealous.
You're about to cum despite your date's very messy fingering, he's not hitting what you need but he's trying and he's hitting enough you can grind on his hand, pinning his wrist so you can arch your hips.
"You're so pretty, are you close?" He asks then, you nod with a little smile, earning another kiss as you struggle to keep his fingers deep.
"I'm so close... I... mnh!"
knock knock knock.
"Shit..." You damn near groan, you're soaking wet and aching from even the most awkward ministrations, you really need to get off, and your five date rule is about to become six depending on who's at the door. "Let me get it."
"Of course," he swipes your slick onto your thigh, glistening as you stand and adjust your panties. "Need me to go with? It's late."
"You're sweet, but this neighborhood is safe," you pat his shoulder, taking a shaky breath and peeking through the little eye hole out front, seeing big ass Toji in what can only be called a slutty ass wifebeater and those slutty gray sweats.
He must not own much else clothing wise.
"Toji!" You open the door with a curious smile, his green eyes darken when they slip down your body, and you quickly realize you must be disheveled, looking down and adjusting your top quickly, clearing your throat.
"Sorry to come so late, doll," he murmurs, leaning against your door frame now, his dark hair falling over his forehead. "I'm baking cookies for..."
Shit, he hadn't thought this far.
"You're baking?"
Is it that shocking!? Well he's never baked... but...
"Yeah, for the kid's school thing, some bake sale or some shit."
"Toji that's sweet!" You light up then, all fucking pretty, so much so he can ignore the fact that you only have an outline of lipstick and that the dude walking up behind you has it across his neck. "Why didn't you tell me? I'd have helped."
Fuck you're perfect.
"I uh," he rubs the back of his neck, for a moment looking a little boyish and grinning, his buff ass arms flexing with the motion. "I forgot I guess, work got me."
"It happens, don't be hard on yourself."
"Ahem."
You turn back to look at your date, who Toji gives a fucking death glare to behind your back, quickly replacing it with a smile when you look at him again. "This is my..."
"Boyfriend."
"Ah, the boyfriend," he grabs his hand then, chuckling as he squeezes it so tight the boy damn near crumbles. "Hey there boyfriend."
"Ya know it's late..." You curse internally, your cunt is hurting from the amount of times his fingers slipped, and now he's disappearing. "Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Oh, sure," he plants a kiss on your cheek and damn near rushes out, Toji grins when he watches him dart to his car. "So weird."
"Bad date, doll?" You sigh now, shaking your head.
"No, he's sweet, I think it's been too long and I aggressively jumped his- oh dear god!?" You cover your mouth quickly.
"What," Toji leans low now, body half in your house, towering over you. "He not get you off?"
"Mr. Fushiguro I can't talk sex with you," you flush furiously, he just chuckles in that way he does, licking his lips.
His lips are slutty too.
How would that scar feel against-
"How long you been dating?"
"Well, we're at five dates so I think we're boyfriend and girlfriend? I don't know, he started calling himself that on the third."
Toji snorts then, shaking his head. "Sorry if I killed the vibe there."
"No, no, come in, you needed what, sugar?"
"Yeah, sugar, something sweet, y'know?" He walks in and shuts the door, you just smile a little nervous, heading toward the kitchen. He watches you bake in here sometimes while he's at work and Megumi is at school, he just likes seeing everything you do.
"I have some..." You bend down now, and he catches sight of slick against your thigh, your puffy cunt sucking your panties against it, a dark spot making him almost audibly moan.
It takes far too much willpower not to bend you over, but he wants that first time to be worth it, to have you asking so sweet over and over.
Daddy please.
That's what he'll hear, he already knows when you turn and walk over with a little tupperware of sugar - teddy bear shaped, so cute he thinks, just like the pair of panties you're wearing.
"How much do you need?"
"Just a cup," he walks over, leaning against your counter, you inhale that cologne and some sweaty, musky scent of his that fucks your ovaries up then, you pause, eyes shutting, trying not to attack your employer. "Somethin' wrong?"
"No, no, sorry," you feign an ease you don't have, finding another little container and pouring two cups in. "Here, in case you need more! If you need help baking or anything tomorrow, let me know, I love to."
He already knows, he knows so much about you.
"Thanks doll, sorry again for..."
"Cockblocking me?"
He chuckles now, as you giggle a little nervous. "That, I know you're Megumi's babysitter, but we're also close, don't you think?"
"We are for sure," you agree, shutting the container now, it's quiet with him in the kitchen, taking it over damn near. "Do you need anything else?"
Your pussy on his face.
"Nah," he takes the container, fingers that are so rough brushing against the back of your hand, heading to the door now. "G'night, doll."
"Night Mr. Fushiguro..." He shuts that door, leaning against it and fucking grinning.
He sure did cockblock you.
He sets the honestly useless sugar on the counter, as Megumi walks in and yawns, he's fifteen now and honestly has a bad crush on you, Toji already knows it the way he fawns over you once you leave. "What're you doing up kid?"
"Just getting a drink, where were you?" Megumi grabs a soda, cracking it open.
"Hand me a beer," he rolls his eyes and does just that, Toji twists the top open, drinking the cool liquid down his throat. "I was borrowing sugar from the sitter."
"Sugar, for what?"
"Baking... cookies."
Megumi snorts in laughter, earning Toji's glare. "You're really trying to pick her up with your old ass?"
"Old, fuck off I'm forty."
"Old."
"Well you're not even legal, kid," he ruffles Megumi's spiky hair now. "So keep dreaming."
"Got as much chance as you - which is none."
"Go to bed."
"Enjoy baking," Megumi smirks and Toji almost thrashes his son's ass, maybe he should have whipped him more as a child, bratty little thing that he is. If Toji's honest Megumi doesn't need a sitter, he just enjoys you at his house.
That's literally it.
"That kid," he grumbles, sipping his beer and going to sit on the couch, pulling up your bedroom cam on his phone and grinning.
You're playing with your pretty pussy, god you really suck at it, all frustrated and whiny, desperate gasps that make him throb.
"C'mon doll, say it," he wants to hear his name, surely that's what you're whispering, right? As you roll your fingers on your clit, and his cock throbs, the coolness of the bottle of beer between his thighs pressing against it.
But you don't moan Toji.
You moan a whole other name, not even your little boyfriend's name, making his jaw lock as he recognizes it.
"Shiu! Mnh!"
"Shiu fucking Kong!?" He glares now, looking out the window at the neighbor right between the both of you, sitting out front and smoking a cigarette.
What sort of slutty little thing even are you!?
patreon for more freaky fics like this - this is the only one I'm gonna throw on here so Toji is SPECIAL hehe, keep your eyes out for the scheduled posts!!!
Content Warnings: jealous kirara (poor baby), hakari is his own warning tbh, kissing, reader IS DOWN BAD. fem!reader, mentions of blood and cuts, they're lowkey looking at you for a third.
cw: 1k
I had so much fun writing this! based off this lovely request!! thank you so much for this idea, you will forever be cherish 🥰
Hakari always gives you the best scripts. You were his top fighter after all, no way in hell he wouldn’t give you something you didn’t win. Yeah, you tried to shy away from it… especially with how his girlfriend would stare at you when you’d talked to him. But it’s Hakari Kinji we’re talking about.
And suddenly, he’s inviting you to the monitoring room after a fight.
“You got kinda roughed up there, Y/N,” Kinji chuckles, pouring you a drink you don’t think you’ll like. “She looks fine to me.” Kirara butts in before you can say anything, “There was probably no reason to invite her up here, Kin-Chan.” She argues, and you just purse your lips, looking away, I mean… Kirara was probably right, you were fine, maybe a bruise here ‘nd there. “Okay? What if she wanted a drink?” Kinji rebuts Kirara, and you can’t help but look down, feeling like a kid whose parents start fighting in the middle of dinner. “It’s really no big deal, like I wasn’t hurt and-”
Yeah, he still invites you up after that, offering a drink, a cigarette, money, whatever. But it’s especially after one fight, he personally goes to check on you.
And Kirara hates that.
I mean, who exactly were you?
Some sorcerer, who fought well? Okay, that wasn’t new.
But what was new, was him patching your face up after a rough fight. He made a mental note to remember the dude who went off-script as he’s dabbing cotton on your face.
“I’ve told you, I can patch myself up, Hakari.” You state, but Hakari shakes his head, “First of all, you’re a friend,” Hakari mumbles, grabbing your face to get a closer look, “And second, you’re the reason why I’m getting money, so shut up.”
It’s quiet, too quiet that you realize how close and intimate this is, and your heart drops, “How is Kirara?” You ask, but suddenly you feel like that’s a personal question, “She’s good, jealous of you though.” He laughs, making your eyes widen, grabbing his wrist and pulling away, “Whoa- what?” Hakari doesn’t say anything but shrugs, wearing that fuckass smile. “Thinks you’re gonna steal me away from her,” Getting closer to your ear, “My personal opinion? I would like to see you both be my girls.”
He leaves after that; the only thing you can hear is your heartbeat and the buzz of fluorescent lights.
It’s like Hakari purposefully planted that seed in your head, because now?
The last thing you’re seeing as you fall asleep is Kirara Hoshi's eyes.
It starts small, warm smiles here, waving at her, but she doesn’t budge, telling Hakari when they’re alone, “She keeps smiling at me, the fuck is she smiling at me for?”, and don’t get her started when she saw you pat his arm after a fight.
“Why did you let her touch you?” Kirara interrogated, and Hakari just shrugged, smirking at her when she pouted at him.
“Give her a chance,” Kinji suggested, “She’s nice, and you’d probably like her.” However, Kirara isn’t hearing any of it. “You’re just trying to make me jealous.” Kirara whines, pouting at him, “Is it working?”
Days had passed, silently trying to get Kirara on your side, and you almost started praying at one point. Trying to think of a moment or a day, you could get her alone, but that was impossible; she was always at Hakari's side, and it was starting to piss you off. Because why did his greedy ass always get to have her by his side? It was like Hakari was doing it on purpose, especially when he invited you up, smirking at you whenever he slid his hand down her waist.
Fuck ass Kinji Hakari.
It was late, and Hakari decided he needed more of whatever he was drinking, and left you two to be alone; however, not leaving without a wink to both of you.
It’s awkward, and suddenly the floor looks more interesting.
But alas, you swallow your pride and look at her, “I really-uh- like your piercings, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
“Did you dye your own hair? Or… yeah, okay… never mind.” You mumbled off, looking at your hands, mentally cursing yourself. What else could you say? Would she even listen?
“I think a pink strip would look nice on you,” Kirara mumbled, snapping your head up, surprised she even answered. “Your hair, that is, you have pretty hair.”
Definitely a start.
“Yeah? I don’t think it would be as good as yours. What dye do you use?” Kirara doesn’t notice, but you’re definitely flirting with her.
After that night, she started to open up more, small talk, compliments here and there.
“Your ‘Kin-Chan’ is a very lucky man, yknow.” You state, one night, as Kirara decided to patch you up one night, “I know he is.” She shoots back, a small smile on her face. “You’re very beautiful, Kirara. I seriously mean it when he’s a lucky man.”
Her body freezes, and suddenly she forgets how to clean up a cut, “Oh, well, thank you. In a way, he’s lucky to have you as a fighter, yknow.” Kirara responded, moving to dab that nasty cut across your nose, “You think so, Kirara?” “I know so.”
“All done.” She whispers, backing away from you, buzzing from the fluorescent lights was the only sound, and both of you are quiet. You wanna say something so bad, get closer to her, talk to her more, and before she opens the bathroom door, you’re jumping off from the counter, grabbing your wrist, “You’re the most gorgeous person I think I’ve seen, like ever. Fuck, it makes me angry that Hakari gets you all to yourself and mmf-”
She’s kissing you.
And you really don’t care about Hakari; in fact, you’re sure he sent her down here, and you’re lucky he did. (And so will he, later on.)
She’s pulling back before you can even kiss her back. “You think I’m gorgeous?” Kirara quite literally giggles, and you’re nodding your head, “Fuck, yes, I do, who wouldn’t?”
This time, you do get to kiss her back, hands grabbing at her waist, finally making up for all the times Hakari did just that. Biting her bottom lip, for more access, and she gives you just that, moaning as you suck on her tongue, it’s like she’s luring out every moan and whimper in your body, and you feel like you’re in heaven.
You pull back this time, both breathing hard, hands on each other, “I think you’re pretty too, y/n.”
Hakari isn’t dumb; he sent his girl down there for a reason, and he’s not dumb when he sees Kirara with a dazed expression and now glossy lips.
“Have fun?” He asked, taking Kirara under his shoulder, “Told you, she was nice.”
Kirara is swatting his hand off her shoulder.
Friday nights are your favorite, not just because you’re fighting, but because now you’re on that couch with both of them, sitting beside Kirara, as she cuddles in on your side, “You did so well! Kin-Chan and me could see the fever within you.” She laughs, fingers going up and down your side, “I think it’s hot when you’re amped up, n/n.”
Hakari's lips tug at a smile, before he slides you and Kirara to him, you now in the middle of the two. “I think it’s hot too, y/n, seeing the passionate drip off you while you fight.”
All you can do is hum, skin heating up, brain overloading from their compliments, “Oh! I almost forgot!” Kirara shoots up, grabbing a bag from the corner, shoving it into your lap, “You asked what hair dye I use, that’s it.” As you’re opening the bag, seeing the materials you need, and it's pink hair dye.
Hakari was wondering what the bleach and pink dye were for, and now it made sense.
‘You dying your strip pink?” He asked, as Kirara bent down to choose a bubblegum pink, ‘I’m not.’ ‘Then what for?’
“I’ll dye it, if you want, I do still think pink would suit you.” Kirara smiles, going back to your side like she didn’t just make your entire week. “Come over tomorrow, it’s a reset day anyway.” Hakari smiles, feeling like his heart may actually jump out of his chest and ruin his whole tough guy act.
And yet you can’t help but think you may not be ever leaving their side, especially when weeks later, Hakari pulls you aside, “You make Kirara a happy girl, hope you know you’re not leaving us now.”
a/n: i had too much fun writing this i fear…. i love me some kirara hoshi… oh and hakari ig…. 😛
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❀ Husband!Nanami being a diligent future father who takes caring for his pregnant wife very seriously. Perhaps too seriously. More seriously than even you.
Husband!Nanami helps you bathe when your belly grows too big to be stable in a slippery situation on your own. He doesn’t moan or groan, doesn’t drag his feet, or dread the task. On the contrary, he savours the moment. Knowing you’re carrying his child in your body has him feeling helpless, so any opportunity to contribute, to ease your aches and troubles is readily — greedily, one could say — taken by him.
“Honey, did you know babies are born with approximately three hundred bones? They eventually fuse together as they grow, of course, so nothing to worry about. Although, I do wonder if they feel any pain through the process...I surely hope not.” Calloused hands work your scalp, lathering up your hair thoroughly. Attentively. Then he frowns. “I’m not too rough on your head, am I, sweetheart?”
“No, Ken, you’re perfect,” you reply, moaning as he massages your head.
You feel his smile when he kisses your wet shoulder. “That’s my line.”
Husband!Nanami appreciates your independence, but he also appreciates that you’re often just too stubborn to accept that you need help. So he deals with you with perhaps too much patience.
Groaning, you throw the shoe somewhere. “Stupid, freaking belly. I can’t reach my feet, Kento! I can’t tie my shoelaces, can’t tell if they’re the same pair, or if they’re on the right foot. Ugh, I hate this, Ken! I’m like a beluga whale just waddling around all useless and ugly.”
With a sigh, he picks your shoe up and kneels before you. “Let’s not throw out baseless lies, shall we? We don’t want our child hearing this and thinking lying is a fine thing to do.”
“It’s not a lie–”
“I’m still talking.”
Oh and when he uses his stern, Mr. Nanami voice, you just have to shut up, because he sounds so good.
He continues, “First, you are not ugly. You could never be ugly. I will not entertain that line of thinking. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Second, useless? Growing a child, keeping me sane with your every breath, every smile, every touch, is not useless. What you do is hard, and God only knows if I could take this task from you, I would. But, darling, you’re doing such a fantastic job, all I’m left with is to step up.”
Husband!Nanami slides your foot back into your shoe, tying your laces with two bunny ears the way you like, the way you imagine he’ll do for your baby when they’re big enough. “Thirdly, beluga whales are highly intelligent; studies show they have brains over 2.5 times larger than expected of their body mass, so if our child inherits even a fraction of your beauty, grace, and intelligence, then I would be most grateful.”
He gives you a sincere smile as he helps you stand, kissing the top of your head, unable to resist touching you all the time.
“As for making sure your shoes are the right pair, that’s my job. So is taking you to get ice cream for your barbecue lettuce wrap in the middle of the night. Now, let’s go, shall we?”
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ Toji and you are trying to see if Megumi would share his favorite snack.
"Okay, baby — you sit right here. Mommy sits here, and daddy will sit there, we'll go in order. Daddy, Gumi, mommy. Understood?" Megumi blinks at you, nodding his head.
The paper plates covered with tissue paper lays before all three of you. As much as Toji hated being in part of stupid little pranks like these, you had practically plead like your life depends on this sole thing. And you got him to agree on the 3rd day of asking.
"Okay. Daddy goes first!" You cheered, clapping your hands.
Megumi's doe eyes looked intently on Toji's plate, waiting for his father to pull the tissue up. Toji sighed, his fingers pinching on the white tissue paper, pulling it up — Megumi marveled at the sight of one piece of chocolate bunny crackers. His favorite snack.
"Bunbun," Megumi points.
You tapped his shoulder, "Gumi's turn."
Megumi was excited of what lays beneat. More crackers, he hopes. When he pulls it off, he happily kicked his legs, "Mommy, two crackers," he shows you.
"Wow," you rubbed the back of his head, "let's open mommy's then we can eat it all together!"
Megumi nods vigorously. Toji eyeing with a small smirk — in all honesty, he's been wondering how Megumi would react to seeing none of the crackers laying under the blanket of tissue. You kept him on the tip of his feet before beholding the sight of ... nothing.
Megumi's brows immediately furrowed, the smile dropping into a frown. He looks up at you, your frown looked so sad in his little eyes. And before you realized, he'd tear up at the sight of you looking dejected. Shaking his head. You were ready to scoop him up when he turns his head to Toji's plate, snatching the cracker from the plate and dropping it on yours.
"Mommy's bunbun."
"Hey, what about daddy?" You asked him, stifling a laugh at the sight of Toji's raised brow.
"Daddy go buy himself, this is mommy and Gumi bunbun, okay? Let's eat mommy, quick. Before daddy gets grumpy," he bites into his snack.
"What if mommy gives this one to daddy?" You asked him, pointing at his second cracker.
Megumi looks at Toji, then back at you, "No!"
"Daddy's going to cry because Gumi stole his bunbun," Toji scoffed. But, the sight of Megumi's head swiveling the fastest he'd seen made Toji turn away, bouncing his shoulders to pretend that he's shedding tears.
Megumi looks at you, "Daddy cry?"
Megumi stood up on the stool, smacking his little palm on Toji's bouncing shoulders, "Daddy, you want Gumi's bunbun? Gumi give you this one, okay daddy? Gumi get the new one," although, Megumi had put the one he had bitten onto Toji's plate.
It brought a warm feeling onto Toji's spine, he looks back at Megumi, "Thanks, kid."
A half —and might I say, saliva stuck— cracker is better than none now is it?
frat!toji,who shows up outside every single one of your classes, leaning over the door and smirking at you, desperately trying to get your attention in any way he thinks he can.
frat!toji, who watches you frequent the same little cafe off campus, ordering the same sugary drink that would probably send his tastebuds into overdrive—only to visit the cafe before you do, leaving your usual drink order and favourite pastry on your desk before you get to class with a note that says “-from your secret admirer ;)”
frat!toji, who notices the way you seem to avoid the environments he thrives in—parties, clubs, bars, packed with people drunk out of their minds, and he notices the way you grimace when you’re put in a place that’s far too loud and overwhelming. so he does what only good gentlemen would do, he tries to be quieter, more careful, after all, he doesn’t want to scare away the one girl his pulse seems to quicken around.
frat!toji, who thinks is so hot when you nerd out. watching your eyes glitter when he asks you something about your classes, the way you flip open textbooks and ramble on and on about your major—it’s the most attracted he’s ever been to a person, his sweatpants tightening uncomfortably while you continue your tangent, your smile so wide he just wants to eat you up.
frat!toji, who follows you around campus like your own personal guard dog. not that you mind, talking to people isn’t exactly your cup of tea and the fact that toji can scare everyone off helps, and he isn’t exactly…terrible to look at.
frat!toji, who somehow miraculously convinces you to accompany him to one of his parties—and you figure, it wouldn’t be the end of the world to dress cute and doll yourself up. you enjoyed pretty things after all.
frat!toji, who nearly trips over his own feet and passes out when he sees you walk through the doors of the party, your hair styles up all pretty, your jewellery glinting under the terrible lighting, your dress sitting so prettily on your figure, he swears he can hear his heartbeat in his head.
frat!toji, who can’t help but stare. he knew you were pretty but he’d never seen you all dressed up, your makeup perfectly done, your lashes curled, he felt like a pathetic dog in heat the second he laid his eyes on you.
frat!toji, who practically has his arm slung around your waist for the entire night, glaring down any of his fratbros who even try to strike up a conversation with you, especially sukuna.
frat!toji, who still doesn’t have the courage to ask you out. he believes you’re way out of his league, in a universe of your own—you’re smart, pretty, funny, everything a person could ever want and to him, he’s just toji. he’s a mess and he thinks he’ll only ever hold you back. that you deserve someone who can keep up with you.
frat!toji, who’s at a loss for words when you kiss him on the cheek one night when you’re both on a midnight snack run. his cheeks go the most adorable shade of pink, while he tries his best not to stutter while speaking to you for the rest of the night.
frat!toji, who calls you in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep, listening to your voice just puts him at ease and before he knows it, he’s drifting off while you ramble in the background. and toji thinks he’s never been luckier.
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sorry for the double post but ima disappear now buh bye !! here’s part two !
i need an outlet for frat!toji x nerd!reader so HERE (can yall tell its the only thing keeping me sane while i study) >.<
frat!toji, who’s so scared of intimidating you, even accidentally, he knows he’s bigger, taller, built like a sculpted statue—he knows he’s intimidating but he desperately doesn’t want to scare you, always craning his neck down and leaning over so he can talk to you respectfully. (🙂↕️)
frat!toji, who accompanies you everywhere, he’s practically like a gigantic lost puppy, always hovering around you, following you to the corner of the library where you study—you tell him not to distract you, but it’s to not get distracted while he staring at you with lovesick eyes the whole time.
frat!toji, who’s so down bad that practically everyone knows how much he wants you—all of his friends constantly nagging him, and hooting obnoxiously every single time you pass him by in the hallways. it’s annoying but in the strangest way a little endearing.
frat!toji, who can feel his heart thrumming at an alarming rate when you fall asleep on his shoulder during one of your classes—he practically freezes, refusing to move because it’d be like scaring away a kitten than just curled up on your lap.
frat!toji, who’s such a clingy drunk—it’s now practically a ritual for you to accompany him to his frat’s parties, all of his friends know you by now (courtesy of toji never shutting up about how amazing you are), he clings to you like a lost puppy, his eyes glossed over while he has his nose buried in your neck.
frat!toji, who always checks up on you while you’re studying to make sure you don’t burn yourself out, always bringing you little snacks or drinks and dragging you out on a walk the minute he sees you hunched over a desk in the library.
frat!toji, who pays close attention to whatever novel you’re reading at the moment, making a mental note of it’s title so he can borrow it from the library and read it himself, just so he has more reasons to talk to you.
frat!toji, who’s a little intimidated by how smart you really are, watching you go on your tangent, trying his hardest to keep up, trying to prioritise his academics for you because he wants to be someone who can keep up with you, someone who’s good enough for you.
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this is continued from this post !! im so glad yall liked it ueue <33
Synopsis: you got into an accident and lost your memories. to learn about what happened and how you ended up in the hospital in the first place, you must start at the beginning and contact your six exes
and perhaps on your path to recovering what you lost, you may end up back together with the one who loved you most...
Warnings: angst, memory loss, reader's morality questioned, flawed characters, realistic depictions of relationships?, crude language, modern/non curse au, each men's part can be technically read as a standalone but they are part of the series
(for the record, i'm halfway through volume 10 so i haven't caught up to the eclipse yet, i just have too many feels as they say)
the golden age arc is such a perfect tragedy, i have never considered myself someone who enjoys tragedies in particular but this one is just so extremely well executed i CANNOT get over it.
my outsider impression of berserk was that ok u have big muscly man who had a presumably homoerotic anime friendship with a beautiful man and then a betrayal happened and now they hate eachother. i was a little surprised to find that it's So Much More (AND CASCA EXISTS. I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT CASCA)
they Loved each other......... all three of them...... but in such a complicated way because they're all a little fucked up but like. who isn't
for guts it's how, he never learnt how to Want anything. he couldn't know that he had so much he wanted already, because he never learnt how to, and standing so close to griffith and his all-consuming longing, how could he? he was only part of the band because griffith wanted him so badly, and all guts knows is how to be a sword, and when griffith asks him, do you think it's cruel of me to wield you as a sword? guts only says it's a little late to be asking that now. it's like guts is that sword to griffith that guts' sword is to himself - an extention of his body, of his reach, to get bloodied,
and casca always wanted to be that sword. guts never tried to take it from her, but all her pain over it lands on him nonetheless. and it really is so painful to see someone be everything that you've ever wanted, effortlessly, accidentally,
but maybe her tragedy is that casca really was a sword to him after all, and only that, and griffith's tragedy is that guts was not. it would've been so much easier if guts was just a sword, wouldn't it?
guts asked. twice, he asked griffith, why did you save my life? and griffith could have answered, because i want to have you around, because you're my friend, because i love you. but he didn't. guts was only ever a sword that belonged to him.
how many times had griffith said guts belonged to him, his life and his death? but at some point, he had become mistaken. if just, for one moment, griffith could have admitted, to guts, to himself, what they are to one another...
maybe it wouldn't have been enough. maybe he would never have quit the restless pursuit of his dream. we might never know.
so when guts left, how could he have known what he was to griffith? all he's ever been is someone else's belonging, to be sold out or won as a prize...
how can anyone know anything, in the blinding light of griffith's ambition? it becomes so clear when griffith is gone, the people who had stood closest to him can suddenly look around them with clear and open eyes, look at who they themself are - guts and casca share this, it's hard to be a person and a sword at the same time, and maybe together they can be people, a man and a woman. and the band loves guts, and the cohesion of the group - it was never just griffith who held them together. they are all real people, flesh and bone, not just the wisps of a dream.
i think there's something so.... i don't know, if you've ever known someone who makes life feel like a dream, and when they're gone, you feel like you're blinking awake, your head clearing up, their influence on you seeping out of you like fog?
and when griffith returns - imagine holding all these souls as swords in your hand for years and years, and now they're people. they're not your swords anymore. and THEN
i don't know if this is coherent or just increasingly high pitched screaming. i just feel like there are so many moving parts of this tragedy, one so inevitable and preventable at the same time, each piece moving with chess board precision, waiting to lunge a blade directly into your chest.
fluff - waking up husband!toji for your pregnancy cravings
toji has reached flow state.
he’s dreaming about silence. warm blankets. deep sleep. peace.
then you poke his cheek.
“toji.”
he groans.
you poke him harder.
“toji. wake up. it’s urgent.”
he cracks one eye open and stares at you.
you’re kneeling beside him on the bed.
hair is messy. cheeks flushed. oversized t-shirt barely covering your round little belly, which is currently being rubbed in soothing circles.
“your baby wants strawberry milk and karaage,” you whisper.
he blinks.
you blink back.
“it’s 2:47am.”
“okay but he’s hungry.” you pout, gesturing dramatically at your belly.
“and also i might cry if i don’t get a convenience store egg sandwich in the next ten minutes.”
he sighs. deeply. rolls onto his back like a soldier preparing for a huge battle.
“you’re so fuckin’ lucky you’re cute.”
“i know! i’m too cute!”
you grin and wiggle your hips. the shirt lifts. your bump shows.
toji just sighs.
ten minutes later, he’s in sweatpants and slides with his keys in one hand. your shoe in the other because you forgot it on the stairs
you’re waddling behind him, clutching a small tote bag with pompompurin on it and babbling about how the baby is already showing signs of great food taste.
“the baby’s gonna come out loving strawberry milk. i’m going to make sure of it.”
“kid’s gonna pop out as a strawberry,” toji mutters.
once you arrive at the konbini, you're as excited as a kid at disneyland.
you grab melon bread. onigiri. 5 corndogs (1 for toji, 1 for you and the rest for 'the baby') three types of chips. two cartons of milk. pudding. dried squid?
toji squints. “you don’t even like that.”
“he does.”
“you’re gonna blame everything on the fetus now, huh.”
“he’s very persuasive.”
toji just grunts and pays.
you cling to his arm the whole way home while happily sipping from your milk carton.
finally, at home and you’re curled up in bed with your snack hoard. your legs r thrown over toji’s lap while he massages your feet.
you hum, sleepy and soft and warm. “this is the life.”
“my life is being your snack servant.”
“and foot servant.”
he pinches your calf. you giggle. your belly shifts.
toji leans down and presses a kiss to it. soft. reverent.
you smile. your eyes flutter shut.
he watches you. hand still on your belly. heart full.
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A/N: half delirious p;osting this. sorry if it barely makes sense bc no proofread!
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