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[leopardvee]

I just read spin cycle and ahhhh so good! 🥹🥹 I’m crying at how sweet everything is like 💗💗 are you going to make it a longer series or is there just three parts?

hi omg! thank you so much! i had only planned on making it three parts but if you have any other ideas to continue it i'd love to hear it!

i'm also planning on writing a few more series, my life has been so busy recently that i haven't gotten to write so hopefully i'll get into writing again soon! i had an idea for like a toji x reader and its set in The Bear kinda vibe, like toji is an asshole chef and reader is the best server the restaurant has and they're lowk enemies but yeah!

i'm hoping to get more involved with writing soon! <3

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[leopardvee]

toji fushiguro x f!reader

savory smoke from the kitchen carried all throughout the restaurant, the lights were dim, soft chatter surrounded you and toji. the waiter stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes flickering to the graveyard of empty skewers littering the table.

“uh…”, the waiter coughed, raising an eyebrow. “should i put in an order for another round?”

without hesitation, both you and toji replied, “yes”. you said yes for one reason, toji said yes for another.

your fingers were sticky, skewers clattering on your stack of plates. you ate steady, unbothered, sauce sweet on your lips, meat still steaming as you pulled it off the skewer. bite by bite, you stacked another stick onto your plate, the sound of it hitting porcelain almost drowned out by the buzz of the restaurant. 

on the other hand…toji’s rhythm was different — loud, hurried. his empty skewers clattered hard like he wanted to beat the sound of yours. his shoulders twitched, his jaw ticked, his brows furrowing as he noticed your sticks piling up. 

“are you enjoying yourself?” you teased, biting your lip to stifle a laugh. 

he glared, his eyes snapping up at you while he tore another piece of meat off the stick. “you think this is a game?”

you threw your hands up in defense. “not at all. just feels like i’m winning.”

you were starving. you’d had a long and busy day, forgetting to eat besides the occasional sip of coffee and water. compared to toji and similar to most people, you ate a relatively normal amount of food. toji was a vacuum. so when you started out-eating him, he didn’t like that you were beating him. 

you reached for your water, swallowing a big gulp of water. when the waiter returned with two more plates, toji grunted, still working on his previous plate. 

with a smile, you reached forward for another skewer. as you tried to take a bite, toji reached forward, squishing your cheeks together. you blinked a few times confused. 

“stop eating so fuckin' much,” he narrowed his gaze at you. “runnin’ up my bill” he muttered as you giggled happily to yourself. 

toil’s never been a good loser. 

it’s date night.

you and toji never go anywhere super special or fancy; it’s just never been your style. 

toji didn’t tell you where you were going, just to "dress nice". 

when you’d arrived, you noticed a nice ramen restaurant. "this is really nice toji...". your voice trailed off, a bit uneasy at the change. you narrowed your gaze at him trying to figure out what was going on.

toji just grinned. “yeah, well, i wanted a proper date tonight. y’know,” he gestured between the two of you, “for us”.

once you were sat, the candle in the middle of the table flickered while soft music played in the background. you’d ordered drinks and your food. 

toji’s fingers drummed on the table. “you hungry?” he asked, casually. too casually. 

“umm… yes? aren’t you hungry?” you asked confused. 

toji, pressed his lips into a hard line, nodding. 

he was gonna smoke you tonight. he didn’t forget about how you out ate him a couple weeks ago. was it a big deal? of course not. would toji let you have that win over him much longer? fuck no. 

your bowls of ramen were delivered. huge steaming bowls with mouth watering toppings. you smiled and just before you grabbed chopsticks, toji was already drinking the ramen broth. 

he set the bowl with a resounding thud, a bit uncouth for the place you were in. he grinned widely, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “you gonna start eating or what?” 

he flagged down your waiter, asking for another bowl for him and for you. 

“toji?! i haven’t even touched my bowl!”

he shrugged, pursing his lips. mentally, he smiled — he was winning. 

you dug into your bowl of ramen, hoping to finish before the next one came out. but, you failed. 

as you ate, toji slurped down bowl after bowl of ramen. next to him was a stack of 7 bowls, he was working on the eighth. meanwhile, you’d only had two bowls, the third one threatening to make you explode if you even tried to look at it. 

“toji…” you whined, wincing and rubbing your bloated stomach. “i don’t think i can move”

toji smiled big, like a kid in a candy store. he slammed his chopsticks down on the table. “i won” he scoffed. 

you cocked your head to the side? “you won? you won what?”

“i ate more than you.” he said like you should already know what he was referring to. 

“yeah? you always do, though.” he quirked an eyebrow up at him. 

toji gawked at you. did you not remember last week? how you claimed you were winning? how you beat him? he was confused and just the tiniest bit embarrassed. just a little. 

you scratched your hair, super uncomfortable. all the salt in the ramen, bloating you. toji scowled at you; there was no malice in it, just confusion. 

you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance. “you’re so weird.”

“‘m not weird. you beat me last week so i’m getting my win back. you know i don’t lose” he said a bit defensively. 

“last week?” you questioned thinking back.

ahh. you remembered. the skewer date. you faintly remembered some comment about beating him, eating more than he did. 

“toji, are you serious?” you asked, a flat expression on your face. “how old are you?”

“tch. old enough. you’re just mad i beat you.”

“umm…didn’t even know i was in a competition. this was unfair!” 

you started eating your third bowl and toji ordered another. 

you slumped against the back of the booth, a hand on your stomach. you barely finished the third bowl, and toji had plowed through 3 more. 

“think i’m gonna die” you said, taking deep breaths hoping the dull pain in your stomach would die down. 

toji couldn’t help the smirk that flashed across his face. he pressed his hand against your stomach. “damn…” he whispered, holding back a laugh. 

“don’t laugh at my food baby” you said, swatting his hand away. 

he laughed anyway. 

“okay. round two. desserts?” toji asked. 

your head way heavy as you picked it up off the backseat of the booth. “no.”

“please.”

“no.”

“so you hate me?”

“yes.”

so sorry i haven't been as active! university is soooo tiring, hoping to write in between assignments. as always, let me know what you think! reblogs, comments, likes are always appreciated.

also...thank you for 400 followers 😩🖤

[dee-writes-anime]

Hear me out... Hawks.. But nesting. Like it doesn't even have to be smut (although that be cool too). Hes just acting on pure bird instinct, he just looks at reader and just nests them and I'm talking NESTS, like feathers, pillows, blankets heck maybe even a few twigs in there if we want to be realistic ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ I just love Hawks... Also could it be chubby!reader? (if not that's COMPLETELY fine I understand that!)

Feathered and Yours

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY You weren’t expecting to come home to a room full of feathers, pillows, and your clothes draped in the shape of a very real nest—but what surprises you more is just how serious Hawks is about it.

CONTENT WARNINGS Intense fluff, body love, comfort, feather nesting, reader insecurity (mild, fleeting), Hawks being clingy and gentle, feather preening

AUTHORS NOTE feral bird hawks will seriously never not do it for me. I LOVE HIM SM

You were supposed to be gone another two hours. The training center had run late, but your part wrapped up early. You’d sent a text to Hawks—Keigo—to let him know you were coming back to his place, but he hadn’t responded.

Which wasn’t weird, exactly. He was a busy hero. Sometimes he missed texts. Sometimes he forgot to charge his phone. Sometimes he was asleep upside-down on the couch like an exhausted bird with a day off.

So you didn’t expect anything when you stepped into the apartment.

But the second the door opened, you felt it. Whatever "it" was.

Warm air, feathers in the air, and a strange hush that felt… sacred.

"Kei?" you called softly.

Silence. Then a flutter. A rustle. And—

“Nope! Nope nope nope—DON’T come back here!”

That was his voice. Sharp. Frantic. Unhinged.

You blinked, concern flooding your chest. “Are you okay?”

“No—I mean, yes! Just—don’t look at me yet!”

You were already walking toward the bedroom. “Keigo, what’s going on—?”

Then you stopped.

Dead in your tracks.

And blinked.

Because your boyfriend—Pro Hero Hawks, the nation’s #2 hero and reigning heartthrob of the century—was sitting in the middle of a nest.

A very large, very real, very intentional nest.

Made entirely of pillows. Blankets. His feathers. Your sweaters. His hoodies. Three of your shirts. A sweatshirt you hadn’t seen in months. And more pillows. And—oh god—was that your favorite fuzzy robe!?

He froze, staring at you like a criminal caught in the act.

“…It’s not what it looks like.”

You blinked again. “Keigo.”

“It’s not!”

“You’ve constructed a nest. With, like, nesting materials.”

He puffed up defensively. “They were available.”

“My robe was on the hanger.”

“You weren’t using it!”

You stepped further into the room, your gaze darting around the mess—no, not a mess. It was… cozy. The air was warm and smelled faintly like your detergent, and the whole space seemed to pulse gently with comfort.

Keigo looked feral. Wings slightly puffed, cheeks flushed, hair sticking up like he'd been rolling in the blankets.

You took another step closer, eyes softening.

"…Baby, what is this?"

His shoulders sagged a little.

"…I dunno,” he mumbled. “It just… happened.”

You raised a brow.

“I was thinking about you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “And how you always look so soft and warm in my shirts. And how good your perfume smells. And how sometimes I don’t sleep right unless you’re here.”

You didn’t say anything. Just watched.

He looked up at you again—less embarrassed now, more… vulnerable.

“And then I kind of just… started pulling things. Blankets. Pillows. Anything that smelled like you. Anything that reminded me of how it feels when you curl up in my arms.”

He shrugged, wings twitching. “Next thing I knew, I’d made this. And I didn’t wanna leave it. Because it felt like you.”

Your chest squeezed.

You knelt slowly at the edge of the nest, reaching out to run your fingers through the soft down feathers lining the center.

“It’s warm.”

“It’s supposed to be,” he said. “Warm enough for you.”

You looked at him. “You made this… for me?”

“I made it around you,” he corrected, quietly. “Like… I think my instincts took over or something. You weren’t here, and I just needed to… wrap you in comfort. In safety. Like you deserve.”

You felt a wave of emotion rise in your throat.

You weren’t used to being treated like this. Like someone’s softness wasn’t a flaw. Like your curves weren’t a joke. Like being chubby didn’t mean hiding in oversized clothes or apologizing with your eyes before you even walked into a room.

But Keigo looked at you like you were something divine. Like your softness was holy. Like your body—your real, beautiful body—was his favorite place in the entire world.

You brushed your fingers against his wing. “Can I come in?”

He blinked. “What?”

You smiled. “You built it for me, right?”

A moment of stunned silence.

Then his face cracked into the most radiant smile you'd ever seen.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah. C’mere.”

He opened his arms and you crawled in. Slowly, gently. He arranged the blankets around you like you were a treasure he didn’t want the world to see. You sank into the warmth—soft, plush, feathered and thick with everything that felt like him.

You curled into him and he pulled you close, one hand spreading across the plush curve of your side like it was meant to be there. His fingers sank into your softness like he belonged there, like this was his home.

“I love the way you feel,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So soft. So warm. Like my wings relax just from holding you.”

You flushed, heart pounding.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your temple, then your shoulder.

“I know you get self-conscious sometimes,” he whispered. “But I wish you could feel what I feel when I touch you.”

His fingers trailed down your arm, reverent.

“When I bury my face in your tummy and you laugh,” he continued. “When you wear my shirts and they cling to your thighs and I have to resist the urge to fly you straight to bed.”

You laughed, embarrassed.

“I’m serious,” he said, brushing his nose against your cheek. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You buried your face in his chest, overwhelmed.

He chuckled and held you tighter. “No hiding in the nest, sweetheart.”

You looked up at him. “I’m not hiding.”

He smiled. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”

[leopardvee]

fushiguro family headcanons

pairing: dad!toji x mom!reader x megumi (in a world were gege was hugged as a child)

a/n: these are so fun to do! i'm starting uni again tmr so hopefully i'll still be able to put out writing on the weekends, feel free to send reqs/asks (i always need inspo!)

megumi had picked up a habit of bring random animals home with him. it was cute (still concerning) when they were smaller animals like birds or bunnies. but when he got older and more rebellious, he’d bring home snakes and spiders.

you taught megumi how to make hand shadow puppets which he uses now that he’s manifested his cursed technique. 

you always spoke to megumi like he was an adult, except for when he was exceptionally cute. 

when you were cooking, you’d set him on the counter, telling him all of the intricate details. he’d laugh when you waved the spoon in his face

but when you’d dress him in little outfits you bought at the store, you’d squeal, cuteness-aggression taking over you.

despite having a calmer, more quiet demeanor as a teen/adult, megumi was definitely a chaotic child from time to time. very happy and talkative child.

during bath time, toji and megumi would definitely splash each other. megumi would always start it but toji would definitely finish it.

one time you caught them splashing together, smiling from the doorframe. until toji splashed too hard, megumi stilling in the water.

"toji? why are you trying to drown my child?" you asked. "ehh.. he's fine, right megumi?"

megumi, always a bit more dramatic when you were around, started tearing up. he knew you'd rescue you him and scold toji in the same breath. toji started thinking megumi would pull this crap on purpose

you and toji always playfully bickering over who gets to hold the baby

when megumi was a baby, he was super lovey dovey with you, hugging on you and smiling all the time. with toji? he would definitely swing his little fists at him or drum on his face.

toji’s love language towards megumi is definitely physical touch.

when megumi was an infant, toji would carry megumi close to his chest, no matter what he was doing. 

toji was also pretty uncomfortable with how small megumi was as a baby. how he could hold him in one hand, or how megumi’s entire ribcage was the size of toji’s hand, but it made him feel every more protective of his son.

when megumi was a toddler, toji would sit with his legs crossed on the floor, megumi in his lap, maybe reading or coloring. they would hug a lot, sometimes megumi laying down on toji’s chest

when megumi was a teenager, toji would lightly tap his forehead against megumi’s, always lingering for a second.

toji definitely bites. not hard but just because he can, especially when megumi was a baby, biting his cheeks or toes. on you, he'd bite the shell of your ear or your arms when you'd hug him around his neck.

when megumi is upset, you usually let toji try with him first. you always tried to make toji open up to megumi so megs would feel comfortable opening up to him (and you).

toji will only shave if you’ll do it for him. same thing with haircuts. he just prefers when you do it.

toji would always try and style megumi’s hair like his. megumi’s hair is super stubborn, so it always spiked back up. 

when you would cuddle megumi, toji would stand close to you, pouting for attention.

"hey, don't forget about me too. the brat doesn't even deserve it like i do" he'd argue.

"why are you beefing with a kid? your kid?"

total sidetone: didn't realize that on one of the last pieces i posted, the tiktok i shared showed my tiktok account lmfaooo 😭

reblogs, comments, and feedback are always appreciated!!

[leopardvee]

boyfriend!toji date night

when you drove over to toji’s place for your date, you didn’t expect his son to open the door. you raised an eyebrow at megumi and he sighed. 

“he’s a mess,” he started. “he’s changed like…four times. he told me not to open the door, but…” he shrugged. he stepped to the side, letting you in. toji didn’t hear you arrive or hear megumi talking to you.

you could hear the clattering of hangers on the bedroom floor and muttering from toji. you pushed your way into his room and from the doorway, you could see him in the bathroom mirror adjusting…readjusting…adjusting…readjusting…and then just completely ripping the shirt he’d chosen off. 

on his bed, different colored dress shirts were thrown everywhere, some jackets laying on the ground. looking back at toji in the mirror, you could see him scowling at his own reflection. he met your gaze, turning around, his eyes wide. “am i late? what time is it?” he ran a hand through his hair, trying to ground himself. 

“do you want some help?” you asked. 

“is it that obvious?”. toji pinched the bridge of his nose. 

you giggled and set your purse down. you rummaged through the pile of shirts on the bed, picking up one that matched your outfit. you waved toji out of the bathroom so you could dress him. 

as you undid the buttons on the shirt toji has on, he tried filling the quiet space. “i don’t know why i’m making such a big deal out of this. it’s just… a date.” he exhaled loudly through his nose. you helped him shrug off his shirt.

you handed him the shirt you picked out. “you’re cute when you’re nervous” you giggled. helping toji put his arms through the sleeves, you pulled the shirt together, buttoning from the bottom and making your way up. 

he scoffed, then mumbled “cute? i’m not…i just…whatever.” he rolled his neck, cracking it to try and relieve some nerves. you could see the slightest hint of pink showing on his ears.

you finished buttoning and worked on his arm cuffs. “fix your collar.”

toji doesn’t take instruction from anyone, but for you? he might listen from time to time. 

you smoothed the fabric over his muscly arms, rubbing his arms to try and soothe him. you stepped back, giving toji a once over. 

you clapped your hands together and smiled brightly. “you look perfect!”

looking in the mirror, he saw himself and meeting your eyes in the mirror he spoke gently to you, smirking. “not bad”

he walked over to you, placing both hands on your face. he kissed you lightly a few times. he pressed a kiss to your temple before grabbing your hands leading you to the door. 

on the way out, he opens the door for you without comment, but you catch the faint smile on his face. you definitely just made his night.

wrote this in 30 minutes lol, sorry for any mistakes!

[leopardvee]

HOW DOES TOJI REACT TO READER DOING THE "So Far So Fake" TREND IN TIKTOK? HIHIHIHI <33333

HAAAIIIII 😛😛😛!! okay so lowkey i didn’t even know that was a trend but i looked it up and hopefully i got the right idea lol! this is the tiktok i found! send more reqs lol

there's a few ways i think this particular scenario would go down.

toji pretending not to care (but he totally does)

you set up your phone, set the timer and you started rolling your hips, slowly and seductively. you expected toji to either tease you or shut it down but he doesn't.

instead, he glances up at you from his spot on the couch where he's manspreading and takes in the sight of you dancing. you could feel his eyes on you.

but he just goes back to scrolling on his phone. not a smirk, not even a raised brow.

when you finished dancing, you huffed. "nothing to say?"

he still doesn't look up. "you're in my way. turn around and move your ass to the left"

you do it, muttering under your breath, only to notice the slight tilt of his phone, his camera pointing right at you.

"are you recording me?"

"maybe," he says, still not looking up. "finish it. 'm gonna watch later."

"and don't post that shit either."

toji fully encouraging you (assuming toji's old ahh knows how to use tiktok)

from the second you started, toji has been leaning on the doorframe behind you, watching you like you're his favorite show. you were moving your hips in the most seductive way you could, hands lightly tracing your body.

you don't notice he's there until two large hands grip your waist from behind. you yelped, scared at the contact. toji spoke low in your ear. "damn, ma," he started, "you better put your back into it."

you rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at your lips. he kissed your cheek and then walked over to where your phone was recording. he shifted the camera to get a better angle of your ass.

he stood by your phone, restarting the sound. "do it again," he says, grinning low and wide, his infamous smirk showing. "slower this time."

you thought the second take would be the last but... no. toji made you do 7 more takes. when you're done, you're a bit breathless. you held out your hand for your phone.

he tucks it in his pocket. "toji, give it back" you whined.

"nah baby, need 'em for later."

toji instant shut down

you set the timer for your video, backing far enough away that the video captured your entire body.

once the timer reached zero, you barely made it through the first roll of your hips when a large hand gripped your waist.

"what the hell are you doing?"

"filming," you answer, shooing him away.

you went back to your dance. you blinked and then you were over his shoulder. "yeah? film this."

you squealed. "toji! put me down!" you smacked his back as hard as you could, your voice half-out rage, half-laugh.

"nope." he's already walking towards the bedroom, each step jostling you.

he tosses you on the bed, yanking you by your ankles down to him. "toji, let go of me!" you giggled.

he kissed you a few times before yanking his shirt off. "you wanna dance?"

"you can dance for me." a dangerous glint in his eye.

guys i love getting requests, this is so fun! send more 😛

[leopardvee]

me trying to write smut knowing damn well I’ve never done anything

“he put his blank in her blank and then they blanked”

[leopardvee]

i really love the way u write toji!! Id love if u can make a dad toji x mom reader smut+fluff drabble or fic (idk what its called im new to this fanfiction stuff😓)

lmfao me too, idk what half of these terms mean! but yesssss, just wrote it up! very sweet, funny, sexy, all in one!! thanks for your request, I had fun writing it. this piece is on the longer side, about 7.3k words but worth reading! mdni!!!

today could not get any worse.

the morning started like a train wreck. when you went to drop off megumi, he clung to your neck, his legs locked around your waist. normally megumi does well at drop off. sometimes he’ll linger, not sure if he wants to go in, but he always does — except for today. you weren’t sure what to do.

you’d gotten a new job recently after being on a very extended maternity leave, waiting to resume working until megumi pre-school age. you were an office assistant for a law firm, easy hours, easy work.

megumi was crying, his body wracked with each sob. megumi had a death grip on you and his teachers look worried.

you rubbed his back trying to console him. he cried more into your shirt, his little hands fisted in your shirt. “mom, please don’t go”. his little voice cracked, breaking your heart. you squeezed him tighter and he squeezed you even tighter, even though you thought it was impossible.

you let him cry some more before walking back to his teacher. you whispered, “you’re going to have to take him from me”, hoping megumi wouldn’t hear. when his teacher put her hands on his waist to gently tug him off, megumi cried even harder. your own tears pricked your eyes. you tried to soothe megumi, but he would not let you go.

you held him up to face you, his eyes red and his eyebrows furrowed. “you have to go to school, gumi. you’re gonna have so much fun” you smiled gently at him. when he finally released his death grip on you, you set him down. his bottom lip was quivering and you heart couldn’t stand the sight.

you apologized to his teacher. you bent down to press a kiss to his cheek, hearing megumi’s tiny sniffles.

on the way back to your car, a few tears spilled. you wiped them away quickly. from your car, you could see megumi’s head hanging low. when you sat in you seat, you threw your head back against the headrest, feeling already defeated.

the rest of the drive to work felt heavy. you drove in silence. your chest ached with every mental replay of your son’s tear-stained face.

you’d barely made it through the lobby of your office building before your boss stopped you. “need those files from last week’s case. on my desk in ten.” no ‘good morning’, just orders. you pressed your lips together, inhaled, and exhaled, and just prayed that today would turn out okay.

it didn’t. the day only spiraled from there. phones ringing off the hook, a printer jam you couldn’t fix, and a partner who decided you should handle rescheduling all their meetings. you were used to the fast paced, hustle and bustle of the office but today, it took a toll on you. by the time your lunch rolled around, you were still hunched over your desk, fielding another call. your hand was pressed hard into your temple, a splitting headache growing behind your eyes.

a few hours later when you were set to leave, you felt yourself smile a bit, knowing you were going to see your little one again. a fleeting feeling. as soon as your shut your laptop, your boss dropped a thick stack of contracts onto your desk. “these need to go out. tonight”. he gritted his teeth at the last word, and all hope you had drained from your mind.

tears filled your eyes. you couldn’t choke back these tears. you grabbed your phone and headed to the nearest bathroom. you locked yourself in a stall and called toji.

he picked up after one ring.

“hey, baby.” his voice is low. warm. the kind of voice that always made your shoulders drop without meaning to. you swallow hard, your throat tight, voice small. “hey…are you busy?”

“just at home.”

he noticed how quiet you were. “what’s wrong?”

you let out a shaky breath, a tear escaping your eye at his question. “i— i just needed to hear you. it’s been…a lot today.” you could feel yourself starting to ramble and toji let you. “gumi was so upset with me this morning for leaving and my boss dumped all this extra work on me which usually isn’t a problem, but i wanted to pick megumi up and i don’t think i can.” you were crying at this point, just utterly overwhelmed. your voice wobbled. “can you grab him for me?”

there’s a pause on toji’s end, almost like he was choosing his words carefully. in his mind he debated killing your boss.

“want me to come get you?”

“no”, you murmur, rubbing your forehead. “i’ll be fine, just needed a second.”

he hums, low and thoughtful. “alright. i’ll grab megumi. you just finish up.”

you felt a bit lighter, even though you’re emotionally exhausted. “thank you, ji”

“you just come home to me, yeah?”

a soft smile tugs at your lips. “yeah”

the sun set in the empty office, your lone shadow casted over the floors and walls. you were almost done, just a few more papers to file.

when you finally stood, you felt drained. your body ached and your head pounded.

by the time you finally left the office, the streets were quiet, bathed in a light glow of streetlights. you trudged to your car, each step heavier than the last. even the thought of dinner was exhausting and you hadn’t had lunch.

the drive home blurred together, headlights and taillights streaking past your vision. you parked in front of your house, pausing for a moment, trying to summon the energy to move.

when you finally stepped inside, you were met with the faint scent of something warm and clean. you hoped to see megumi when you came home, so when the house was quiet, you felt a pang of sadness. you didn’t see toji either. you kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag.

the living room lights were dim, the house quiet except for the low hum of running water. you called out softly, “ji?”

“back here,” his voice called from down the hall.

you followed his voice into your bedroom. your bathroom was candlelit, the smell of your soap wafted through the air. when you walked into the bathroom, toji was sitting on the edge of the tub, his sleeves pushed up, still watching the water rise. you couldn’t see his face but you could hear the half-smile in his voice. “rough day, huh?”

you bit the inside of your cheek to stop a fresh wave of tears from dropping.

“you didn’t have to—“

“yeah,” he cut you off gently, “i did.” toji stood, facing you.

he waved you over, a gentle look in his eyes. when you met him, he laid his hands on both sides of your neck, his thumbs gently rubbing your face. he kisses you softly once. and then twice. three times. you felt warmth bloom over your chest, finally in the arms of the man that you love.

breaking the kiss, he peeled off your coat and started unbuttoning your blouse. you felt super shy all of a sudden.

“i can undress myself, you know.”

he smirked as he popped off the last button. “i know. but i wanna.” and so he did. you tried to ignore the burning in your face as you watched how his eyes took in your frame and your body. no matter what, toji always looked at you with love and adoration.

when you were fully bare, toji looked you up and down, licking his lips, a low chuckle escaping his lips. your face felt hot. “close your eyes. right now.” you covered your more intimate areas, eyeing toji suspiciously. “nothing I haven’t seen before princess.”

“tojjjiiiiii” you whined. he sighed loudly before covering his eyes with his hands. he was peeking through his fingers but you couldn’t tell.

you stepped into the water, the warmth relaxing your muscles. you sunk all the way in, the steam curling up around your head, bubbles sticking to your figure. “can I look now?”

you giggled and he turned around. he sat himself on the edge of the tub. he threaded his fingers through your hair, massaging slow circles into your scalp. you closed your eyes, the tension in your body melting away. you leaned into his touch.

“that feel good?” he asked softly, a tone he reserved for you when you were upset. his thumbs traced your temple. you melted into his touch some more.

toji’s hands drifted toward down, rubbing your shoulders. “megumi said he was sad this morning because he didn’t think you’d come back” toji said quietly.

you opened your eyes, looking at toji. your mouth was turned up into a frown. “i told him that you were gonna come back but when you didn’t pick him, i think he just felt sad”

you titled your head back against the tub, tears pricking your eyes again.

“hey, hey don’t start crying again. he’s fine baby, I got him, okay?” toji said worriedly. his hand slides from your shoulder to cup your jaw.

“I just hate that he thought I wasn’t coming back” you admitted. a few tears rolled down your cheeks, toji swiping them away with his thumb.

“he knows better now. i told him you’re always gonna come back.”

“still, i just— i should’ve been there.” toji rubbed soothing circles into your cheek.

“and i told him that too. sometimes you can’t be there at three o’clock. doesn’t mean you’re gone.” he leaned down, his voice going softer. “means you’re workin’ hard for him. for me. for you. for us.”

another tear spilled and toji swiped his thumb under your eye, wiping you tear away.

“you do too much for everybody else. let me do somethin’ for you tonight.”

he leaned down and kissed you. “you’re strong, yeah?

you blushed a bit. “i don’t feel strong all the time”, you pouted. and you meant what you said. it’s hard being a mother and working, you love what you do but you won’t lie about being exhausted all the time.

“well you are. don’t try and argue with me right now.” you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling but failed.

you sank a bit deeper into the water. toji stood up and your eyes shot up as he rose. he could sense your worry. “i’ll be right be, okay?”

you nodded your head and closed your eyes, letting the warm water wash away your tears and fatigue.

toji had put a towel in the dryer so it could be warm when you were done. he wanted to give you some time to yourself to rest.

when the towel was done awhile later, toji returned to your bedroom. when he reached the threshold of the bathroom door, he saw your eyes were closed. he slouched against the door, watching you with a small smile on his face. he sat there for a few minutes, unbeknownst to you.

when he shifted on his feet, he made the tiniest noise but it was enough to make you open an eye. you saw him against the doorframe, a smirk stretched across his lips. you raised an eyebrow on him, “you’re staring…”

“can’t help it. you’re so damn beautiful.” he lifted himself of the doorframe and walked over to you. he tossed the towel on the end of the tub. his eyes dragged over your face, down your neck, and lingering just below the waterline.

your face flushed at his comment and scratched at your forehead trying to cover your face. “toji, stop” you didn’t meet his eyes despite his intense gaze on you.

standing near you, he bent over at the waist and caged you in with his arms on either edge of the tub. he leaned down and kissed the shell of your ear and then behind it. you shivered under his touch. he whispered in your ear, “you’re so perfect”. he kissed a trail of kisses from your cheek to your lips. “i’ve been waiting for you all day.” his voice was thick and laced with promise.

you glance up, heart pounding, his lips only a whisper apart. “can i show you how much? you gonna let me take care of you?”

you felt yourself throb beneath the water at his request. he always had a way or disarming you with words. you couldn’t deny him what he wanted. your lips parted slightly and you nodded, eyes flickering down to his lips.

he closed the small distance between you two, kissing you gently at first. when you responded with a hungrier kiss, he grabbed your face, slotting his lips against yours. he kissed you passionately, like it was the last time he’d ever do it, and it made you weak…and wet.

toji slid his hands under you arms lifting you out of the bath, water splashing on the floor, but he never broke the kiss. he set you down on the ground, and pulled you in by your waist. his clothes had a faint, wet outline of your body.

you broke the kiss, panting. “toji, i’m still wet.” he never broke his movements, kissing your face, down to your neck and back up to your face. “yeah, me too” he didn’t hear a word you said. you loved when he got like this; laser focused on you, his hands roaming mindlessly. he kissed you again.

he pushed your body back towards the bathroom counter, heavy hands on your hips. you placed your hands on his upper arms trying to steady yourself as he moved you. he kissed you deeper, hungrier. his tongue slid across your bottom lip before pressing its way between your lips. you whimpered at his touch.

he ran his hands over your ass to your thighs, picking you up and placing you on the counter gently. you winced at the coldness of the counter on your body.

toji stood between your legs. you grabbed toji’s face, kissing him hard again. toji rested his hands on your thighs, squeezing every few seconds.

toji’s hands found the backs of your knees, warm and heavy, fingers splayed, claiming every inch of you.

his mouth left yours for a second, long enough for him to mutter, “lay back for me, baby.” you eyed him, mouth opened just slightly, and shimmied your hips down on the counter. he walked backwards taking in your full frame. you kept your legs closed, ankles crossed. you rested on your elbows, still looking at toji.

“you’re so beautiful like this. so perfect for me.” toji licked his bottom lip. your breathing picked up in anticipation and your cheeks flushed at toji’s praise. you clenched around nothing, your arousal collecting around your slit.

he knelt down where your ankles rested. with one hand, he kneaded the flesh of your calf and kissed both sides of your ankles, nipping occasionally. the warmth of where toji kissed bloomed over your skin. he kissed up your legs, tugging your ankles apart. you uncrossed your legs, your sex glistening in the flicker of the candlelight.

“you have no idea what you do to me.” toji’s eyes glistened as he stared up at you. he raked his nails over you thighs. your breathing picked up, your chest rising and falling faster. “toji, please.”

“let me take care of you. wanna make you forget about everything”. you arched your back, pushing yourself closer to his mouth.

toji wrapped his arms underneath your legs, anchoring you to him and the counter. you weren’t going anywhere until he was done with you. your calves rested over toji’s broad shoulders.

toji was face to face with your aching cunt, watching you clench and release around nothing. toji pressed a warm kiss to the inside of your thigh. he was teasing you. you whined his name, pouting, using your legs to bring him closer.

toji chuckled darkly. a man with a plan is dangerous. toji is dangerous.

he licked a long and slow stripe from the bottom of your cunt to your clit, his tongue flat against you. he groaned loudly — and happily. you bit your lip and moaned at his contact. you dug your heels into his back.

“you drive me crazy, y/n”, toji kissed your clit, a small jolt making your shoulders and stomach tense. you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. toji groaned against your hole, the vibrations going straight to your core.

he kissed your clit again and he dived in, licking and sucking like a man starved. his grip on your thighs was bruising. the breath from his nose made you shudder. the coldness of the counter sent goosebumps throughout your entire body.

toji’s hand was spread on your stomach, his thumb pressing small and hard circles into your clit. he tongue was flicking over your hole, short licks making your body squirm underneath him. “toji, you feel so— ngh, good” your hips bucked against his face. you could feel it building, a fire starting deep inside. with every flick of his tongue sent rippling through your core.

he moved to your clit, sucking it hard while a calloused finger teased your entrance. he pressed in slightly and then removed his finger, taunting you in a way — making you how toji wanted you. needy.

every time his finger barely pressed into you, your back arched more, you breathing stopped a little quicker.

using his grip on your legs, toji spread you out further. he spat into your pulsating hole, his finger smearing the excess across your folds. “you’re so good to me.” he said breathlessly. he kissed your clit again, making you whine. you sat up so you could look at toji between your legs.

he wasn’t looking at you when he spoke. “you want me?” he asked. he wasn’t teasing you. he needed to hear it.

you fingers were still tangled in his hair. you pulled his hair to get him to look at you, earning a low groan from him.

toji’s gaze caught yours mid-breath and your stomach flipped. wide, dark, and almost boyish in their softness, his eyes didn’t match the rest of him, his attitude, his body, his ways, but the way he looked at you held you in place more than toji could ever imagine to do physically.

toji only looked at you like this when you needed it. when you needed to be reminded that the world should fall at your feet, when the day dragged you under and he decided that he’d be the one to pull you back up. it was a raw, unguarded version of toji only you could have.

“tell me you need me.” he sighed breathlessly.

“toji, i need you.” he closed his eyes for a second before he started back again.

he backed his face away from you. a calloused finger poked at your entrance. when he pushed in, you felt genuinely relieved. you didn’t have to wait anymore and you knew he was going to work your stress out of you. you moaned his name, still with a hard grip in his hair.

when his finger disappeared into you, his mouth was back on your clit. he worked his finger in and out of you a few times, your slick coating his finger. he rotated between licking and sucking your sensitive bud. you moaned his name, your breathing shallow, “i missed you, hah, so much”

you could feel him smirk against you, glad his plan worked. he added a second finger, curling them. heat pooled low in your stomach, warm and heavy. you clenched around his fingers, his pace controlled despite his hunger for you. you threw your head back, eyes shut tight, your muscles tensing and you grew closer and closer to finishing.

when toji backed away for a second, your eyes flew open. you could see his face was shiny, your arousal smeared over his chin, mouth, and his nose. his fingers plunged in and out of you, the squelching of your cunt filled the bathroom. the hand that was on you thigh, made its way to your waist. toji’s grip on you would leave a mark tomorrow.

it was when toji started scissoring his fingers inside you, you really felt your lower stomach tightening. you tried shifting away, your heels pressing into his back, your legs trembling. the feeling felt like it would swallow you whole.

your breath came out in ragged gasps, your chest heaving. “toji, can’t, s’too much” you whimpered, your voice was breaking.

toji’s grip on you turned his knuckles white, he was holding you steady. his voice was low and rough and urgent, but still soft like you might break in his grip. “shh don’t fight me baby, i got you”.

the crown of your head rested on the mirror, your hair sticking to your forehead and neck. your back was arched, your thighs tightening around toji’s head. “toji, please…i—”

both of his hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you open enough for toji to have you. “you’re mine.” in between licks, toji whispered praises to you.

“you’re such a good mom”

“you’re so strong f’me and him”

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

you felt tears pricking your eyes again, not out of sadness this time, but you were overwhelmed by the contrast of what toji was saying and what he was doing to you.

you mewled, loudly. your eyes screwed shut as waves rolled through you, warm and all-consuming.

toji was just using his tongue now. he broke through your aching entrance. you wrapped your hand around your chin, biting your finger to keep quiet. toji’s tongue was warm inside of you, a different, a better feeling than just his feelings.

when he looked at you, he saw you biting your finger, eyes shut in bliss. he wrapped a strong hand around you wrist, bringing your hand back to him. he put your hand in his hair like he wanted you to pull. he loved when you rough with him.

toji was relentless in his pace, knowing you were close by the way you were clenching around his tongue. you gripped his hair hard, like it was the only thing that would ground you.

“oh— oh, god” your body arched without thought, pressing yourself against toji, every nerve ending alive and screaming. every squeeze of your skin, every press of his mouth, burned you up more.

“god’s not here, princess, just me.”

you want to respond to his sarcasm but you can’t. not now. “‘m so close” you cried out.

your voice catches, a strangled moan leaves you as toji’s tongue plunges deeper and deeper into you. suddenly you felt the warmth in your stomach shatter into a wave of pleasure so sharp it feels like you’re on fire. your back arches even more, your hips grinding down onto his face, chasing your high.

a slew of curses and his names fell from your lips. you slouched against the mirror, eyes closed, body twitching periodically and you came down from your high.

toji stood up and grinned at you like he didn’t just do the worst (and best) thing to you. when you looked at him, you felt your face burn with shame.

“toji, your face” you whimpered. he looked in the mirror behind you.

“what about it?”

“so messy” you whined. you reached your hand out to wipe his face. “leave it, like it this way” he smirked at you.

“you’re so annoying”. toji went to speak but your stomach growled loud.

you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

“you hungry?” toji asked, a low chuckle escaping from him.

“are you?” you never liked eating alone.

“nah, just ate actually” he said teasing you.

“i think i hate you”

toji picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. “i’ll go get you something.”

and for the rest of the night, you stayed in toji’s grasp, not even remembering what had upset you before.

———

the next morning, you woke to soft sunlight dancing across your room. toji was already awake, just admiring you.

“morning” his voice was hoarse from sleep. you hummed at him. your hand was thrown over his waist and the other resting beneath your head.

“you feeling better?” he asked softly.

“mhm, thanks for last night” you laughed.

“oh anytime. and i mean that” he said to you. you rolled your eyes hard at him.

you both heard the doorknob of your bedroom door turn. you knew it was your son. he was still so tiny and couldn’t reach any door handle in the house on his own, but that didn’t stop him from finding way to do it anyway.

the door opened and you couldn’t see megumi enter from your side of the bed. his tiny voice spoke to toji.

“dad, is mommy there?” he asked so sweetly.

“i don’t know kid, come see for yourself.”

megumi crawled up and into the bed and over toji. when he spotted you, his eyes lit up and he crawled over to you, kicking toji a few times in the process.

“mommy!”

you stretched your arms out to him and he plopped down on top of you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. “don’t worry gumi, i’m here.” you felt megumi sigh into your neck, content.

“i guess i’m not the favorite parent”

okayyy what do we think!! it’s a bit angsty but i just love soft toji

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[leopardvee]

the golden light of the morning streamed softly through the curtains, painting lazy patterns across the rumpled sheets.

you lay half-asleep, still caught in the haze between dreams and waking. toji’s voice, low and rough, cut through the quiet.

“c’mere baby.”

you felt the bed dip and shift as he sat up against the headboard, his broad chest rising and falling slowly.

you rolled over, eyes finally adjusting to the light. toji’s dark eyes met yours, his gaze pulling you out of your sleep.

one of toji’s hands carded through your hair, massaging your scalp, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“i said come here”, toji said softly. you pushed yourself up onto your hands, crawling to toji, and eventually settling in his lap.

his hands dragged slowly to your hips, holding you steady but gently, fingers tracing slow circles that sent little sparks of warmth through your skin.

“toji”, you whined, “i’m still tired.” you rested your head on the space between his bare chest and neck, your arms folded against your body.

“good. means you’re all mine right now.” his voice was low and husky, every word was a promise. one hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek softly before his fingers tangled into your hair. his other hand still gently resting against your hip, lightly keeping you flushed to him.

toji tugged your hair gently, enough to let a small whimper out. he leaned in close, lips just brushing your ear.

“you feel so good against me,” he whispered, voice thick with want. “so warm.”

your breath hitched. he moved his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to expose your throat. his lips pressed there, feather-light kisses trailing slow, teasing paths that made your skin prickle. the smell of his cologne lingered in the air, the familiar scent felt like home.

you giggled softly at toji’s touch. “you’re tickling me, ji.”

you ran your nails up and down the parts of his arms and shoulders you could reach. goosebumps raised the hairs on toji’s skin.

he trailed kisses up your neck and to your cheek, stopping just before your lips. “you’re so pretty baby”. his mouth found yours in a slow, deep kiss, both of your tongues tracing lazy patterns against each other. his mouth was warm against yours, a faint taste of bourbon from last night still present. he sucked your bottom lip for just a second, drawing a whimper from you.

his hands roamed down your back, fingers pressing into the curves of your waist, then lower, sliding beneath your shirt. goosebumps rose as his touch tried memorizing you. sliding down to your waist, toji tugged your shirt upwards. you lifted your arms to help him take your shirt off. “you make it so easy for me, been thinking about this a long time” he said slowly.

“you gonna be a good girl f’me this morning?” he asked, voice dripping with honey.

you wrapped your arms around his broad back and shoulders, kissing up and down his jaw, your hips grinding against his slightly. you could feel him hard beneath you. “i’m always good”, you joked, smiling against his lips. you pressed another soft kiss to his lips.

he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down your body, helping you take them off. you matched his movements, pulling his boxers down, far enough to let his cock spring free. he was harder than before. you grew needy at the anticipation of what was bound to happen.

toji shifted down against the headboard until he could comfortably keep you positioned above him. he kissed you again, deeper but needier now.

your knees rested on either side of toji’s body, both your hands keeping you up, resting by his head. he gave you the boyish smile you’d grown to love as he rubbed his hands up and down your waist.

one arm wrapped around your waist and the other of his hand fisted his length, swiping his tip through your folds. you rocked your hips back searching for more of his touch.

“tell me you want this”, toji said darkly.

“i want you”, you breathed out, voice thick with need.

he placed his tip at your entrance, his hands returning to your hips. he helped you sink down slowly. your eyebrows knit together as the delicious burn rippled throughout your body.

you were getting whinier by the second, forcing your hips down a little harder. toji spoke softly to you. “no rush mama, we got all morning.”

you shivered at his tone, letting him lead you. once he bottomed out inside of you, you gently rocked your hips against him, your clit rubbing hardly on his pelvis.

you rested your head against his chest, back arched, your arms pressed into his sides. toji rubbed your back with one hand and then other combed through your hair. “so good to me baby.”

even as slowly as you were moving, the coil in your stomach tightened as the friction of your bud against toji grew. you whined against his chest, moving just a bit faster. you arched your back just a bit more, toji’s tip now flushed with your cervix.

with each drag of your dips, toji’s slit rubbed against your insides. you could feel him twitching inside of you, his breathing shallower than before. he held you tighter now, making you hips flush tighter to his.

you pressed your forehead into toji’s chest. “so close” you whispered. toji’s hands moved from your waist to your ass, gripping it for leverage. he held you down against him, stilling your body and thrusting shallowly.

your breathing and his synced. “fuck baby, you’re so warm inside.” you could feel vibrations in toji’s chest; low moans escaping his lips. you bit your lip as you felt toji and yourself growing closer to your orgasms.

with one hard, swift thrust, your body stilled and a soft moan left your mouth and toji groaned quietly. your body shook just slightly from finishing. his cum painted your walls, a bit leaking out from inside you.

toji’s arms laid flat out beside him. you stretched your arms out on top of his, coming down from your high.

“lemme just stay in, okay?”

you nodded, tired again. toji whispered to you, “i love you”. words he didn’t say often.

you hummed happily, sleepily drawing circles on toji’s arms.

[leopardvee]

too small toji

pairing: toji x girlfriend reader

this weekend, it was toji’s turn to do laundry and yours to do trash and dishes. your home was quiet, both of you silently doing your own tasks, just enjoying the comfortable silence that settled over your home.

you were in the kitchen rinsing off dishes and toji in the laundry room. he took the clothes out of the dryer, put them in the basket and walked to your shared bedroom. dumping all the clothes on the bed, he got to folding clothes, hanging them in the closet until he came across your hoodie, visibly smaller than it was when he started laundry.

“damn… i messed up” he whispered to himself. he really wasn’t the greatest at doing these things. his body was trained for fighting, not household tasks, but he tried for you. he hated messing up though. you never made him feel bad, usually just laughing it off and showing him how to do it, but he always worried that you’d get annoyed or upset with him eventually.

he thought of a million ways he could get your hoodie back to its original state.

his first attempt involved hanging your hoodie on the doorframe by the hood and yanking it down as hard as he could. it seemed like it was working until he yanked too hard and his hands hit the door knob, a loud bang along with it.

you popped your head up from what you were doing. “toji…? are you okay?” you called out.

“yup. no worries.”

actually, no, there were many worries. his potential broken finger and the fact that your hoodie could probably fit snugly on a dog.

toji whipped out his phone to look up some more options. the most popular result was to use steam to stretch it out. he headed to the bathroom, turning your shower on to its hottest setting, steam already billowing out the top. he hooked your hoodie over the shower door and sat for 15 minutes, tugging slightly every few minutes.

you heard the shower running and were confused. first a loud bang, now the shower? you didn’t have much left to do so you decided to finish up and see what was up with him.

when the shower option didn’t work, toji started spiraling just a bit. he felt really guilty about your hoodie. it was your favorite one and basically the only you wore. another screw up, he was sure you’d be upset about that.

toji swiped his hand over his face, stressed.

well, there’s only one more thing he could do.

he tugged your shrunken hoodie over his head and stuck his arms through. “goddamn! what the hell?!” it was so tight.

his shoulders were hunched, his arms straight out at both sides, the threads of your hoodie threatening to snap. his eyes went wide and he realized the situation he got himself into.

fuck.

it was hard to breathe and he couldn’t really get it off. he hung his head low in defeat, when he heard your quiet voice behind him.

“hey there…whatcha doing?” you asked softly, a playful glint in your eyes.

he was startled despite your soft tone. “uh…nothin’. just doing a quality check. y’knowmakesureitfitsorwhatever” he was really struggling to breathe.

“really? it looks like it shrunk in the wash” you said, eyebrows raised. it was hard to take him seriously when your hoodie was a crop top on him, his abs poking out the bottom. you could tell he wasn’t really breathing all the way.

he sighed, sounding really guilty. he turned to you, “i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to mess it up. when i took it out, it was tiny.” he blushed deeply.

you let him stew a bit longer in his guilt. he was so adorable like this. the strands of his dark hair covering his eyes just slightly.

“toji! it’s okay! it really isn’t a big deal. they sell those everywhere, i can just get a new one!”

he looked at you with raised eyebrows, unsure of why you weren’t upset with him. you never were upset with him and he knew that, he just always expected it.

“breathe baby, it’s really okay”. toji let out a breath like he hadn’t breathed in a while. when he relaxed his shoulders, the loudest rrrriiiiiiipppppp echoed across the room.

your jaw dropped and toji winced. “okay so, never putting you on laundry duty again” you giggled.

“maybe just hire a maid”.

a bit shorter than what I normally write but I hope u like it 🥸

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[leopardvee]

too small toji

pairing: toji x girlfriend reader

this weekend, it was toji’s turn to do laundry and yours to do trash and dishes. your home was quiet, both of you silently doing your own tasks, just enjoying the comfortable silence that settled over your home.

you were in the kitchen rinsing off dishes and toji in the laundry room. he took the clothes out of the dryer, put them in the basket and walked to your shared bedroom. dumping all the clothes on the bed, he got to folding clothes, hanging them in the closet until he came across your hoodie, visibly smaller than it was when he started laundry.

“damn… i messed up” he whispered to himself. he really wasn’t the greatest at doing these things. his body was trained for fighting, not household tasks, but he tried for you. he hated messing up though. you never made him feel bad, usually just laughing it off and showing him how to do it, but he always worried that you’d get annoyed or upset with him eventually.

he thought of a million ways he could get your hoodie back to its original state.

his first attempt involved hanging your hoodie on the doorframe by the hood and yanking it down as hard as he could. it seemed like it was working until he yanked too hard and his hands hit the door knob, a loud bang along with it.

you popped your head up from what you were doing. “toji…? are you okay?” you called out.

“yup. no worries.”

actually, no, there were many worries. his potential broken finger and the fact that your hoodie could probably fit snugly on a dog.

toji whipped out his phone to look up some more options. the most popular result was to use steam to stretch it out. he headed to the bathroom, turning your shower on to its hottest setting, steam already billowing out the top. he hooked your hoodie over the shower door and sat for 15 minutes, tugging slightly every few minutes.

you heard the shower running and were confused. first a loud bang, now the shower? you didn’t have much left to do so you decided to finish up and see what was up with him.

when the shower option didn’t work, toji started spiraling just a bit. he felt really guilty about your hoodie. it was your favorite one and basically the only you wore. another screw up, he was sure you’d be upset about that.

toji swiped his hand over his face, stressed.

well, there’s only one more thing he could do.

he tugged your shrunken hoodie over his head and stuck his arms through. “goddamn! what the hell?!” it was so tight.

his shoulders were hunched, his arms straight out at both sides, the threads of your hoodie threatening to snap. his eyes went wide and he realized the situation he got himself into.

fuck.

it was hard to breathe and he couldn’t really get it off. he hung his head low in defeat, when he heard your quiet voice behind him.

“hey there…whatcha doing?” you asked softly, a playful glint in your eyes.

he was startled despite your soft tone. “uh…nothin’. just doing a quality check. y’knowmakesureitfitsorwhatever” he was really struggling to breathe.

“really? it looks like it shrunk in the wash” you said, eyebrows raised. it was hard to take him seriously when your hoodie was a crop top on him, his abs poking out the bottom. you could tell he wasn’t really breathing all the way.

he sighed, sounding really guilty. he turned to you, “i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to mess it up. when i took it out, it was tiny.” he blushed deeply.

you let him stew a bit longer in his guilt. he was so adorable like this. the strands of his dark hair covering his eyes just slightly.

“toji! it’s okay! it really isn’t a big deal. they sell those everywhere, i can just get a new one!”

he looked at you with raised eyebrows, unsure of why you weren’t upset with him. you never were upset with him and he knew that, he just always expected it.

“breathe baby, it’s really okay”. toji let out a breath like he hadn’t breathed in a while. when he relaxed his shoulders, the loudest rrrriiiiiiipppppp echoed across the room.

your jaw dropped and toji winced. “okay so, never putting you on laundry duty again” you giggled.

“maybe just hire a maid”.

a bit shorter than what I normally write but I hope u like it 🥸

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[leopardvee]

toji's first (and last parent teacher conference)

pairing: dad!toji fushiguro x mom!reader x megumi

about 2.3k words

"please schedule a meeting as soon as possible"

you frowned, rereading the message megumi's teacher wrote on his report card. no notes, no issues with academics, nothing behavior related. nothing was out of the ordinary. megumi always got straight a's, and this time was no different. how hard could 3rd grade be?

you quickly set the appointment for...tomorrow. you thought you'd have at least a couple days before so you could figure out what was wrong. you didn't have that luxury.

when toji got home at night, you were dreading telling him about the conference; you know he wouldn’t want to go. toji kicked off his boots, threw his bag down harder than he needed to and with heavy footsteps, walked past you to the fridge for a beer.

he cracked it open, took a big swig, and looked at you impatiently. you had a look in your eyes that said you had to say something but didn’t want to. he raised an eyebrow at you. "we have to go to megs' school tomorrow. we have a parent teacher conference". you threw air quotes around parent teacher conference; i mean, what could megumi do wrong?

"fuck is that?" toji spit. megumi looked up, glaring at his father, an angry pout forming on his face. he piped up from the dining table, stopping his homework. "you have to talk to the teacher about me and be nice".

"what'd ya do, kid? beat someone up? steal somethin'?" he took another swig of his beer, leaning against the same counter you at. he threw an arm around you.

"i didn't do anything" megumi said casually. toji turned his head to you, squeezing your shoulder, whispering in your ear. "i don't like taking time out of my day to do nothing, doll."

you pushed him away slightly. "you have to go, it's not a debate"

you walked away from toji and sat with megumi. "how's it gonna look if they know we're both his parents, and only i'm there?"

"tch. doesn't matter to me." toji rolled his eyes and cracked his neck.

both you and megumi sat back, crossed your arms, and shot toji annoyed looks. "still not doing it." toji walked into the bedroom.

"mooooom". megumi put his head on the table, a slight pout forming.

"don't worry about it. we'll both be there. finish your homework and go to bed."

in the bedroom, megumi could hear you raise your voice at his father. he heard you stomp a few times and a few "okay okay's" from toji.

it was 3:00. megumi sat outside of the door, headphones blaring. his feet barely touching the ground, just waiting for his growth spurt. the meeting had started 15 minutes ago. no sign of toji.

you stepped out of the classroom, calling toji but you only got his voicemail. "toji fucking fushiguro, if you don't get your ass down here soon, i swear to god i'll end you with my bare hands." each time you got his voicemail, you gave a variation of that. a few teachers had walked past you, eyeing you weirdly, not that you cared.

you reentered the classroom and sat calmly in the chair in front of his teacher, a pained smile on your face. "i'm so sorry. his father should be here any minute, it's probably traffic or something else", your voice trailed off at the last few words of your sentence.

and as soon as you stopped speaking, the door flew open, a scowl already on toji's face. he was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants whereas you tried looking nice. you folded your lips in and looked at the ceiling hoping you'd just disappear or maybe toji would instead!

you nodded, accepting your fate.

toji strolled in the classroom like he owned it. he laid eyes on your face, lips pressed into a hard line. he walked up to you. once he reached you, he stopped. with one hand on the table, the other on the back of your chair, he moved his head in front of yours and hunched over. he pressed a few kisses to your mouth. you whispered "sit down". he smirked in your face, gave you one more kiss and did as you said. he knew he was pushing it. he spread his legs like always, a hand on the back of the chair and the other on your back as he stared down megumi's teacher.

"o-okay! glad you're both here!"

"before we start, i just want to say that megumi is truly a spectacular kid. incredibly smart and tactful. a joy to have in my classro-" toji cut her off.

"so then why are we here?". you kicked his ankle under the table, but he didn't even flinch. "if he's such a good kid, you could give him a gold star or send us an email about it".

toji wasn't wrong but he wasn't right. you remained silent. "well, it's always better to start and end with the positive stuff right!" megumi's teacher tried so hard to smile.

"of course!" you said happily. toji just grunted.

"alright well. it seems like megumi is anti-social." his teacher said flatly towards you, seemingly ignoring toji. you turned your head at her comment. anti-social? first time you'd heard of that.

"anti-social? i don't think so." you piped up, shaking your head. "megumi tells us about his friend all the time."

"right, but he doesn't have friends-"

"you calling our kid a loser?" toji jeered.

the teacher's eyes went wide and she shook her hands in defense. "no, not that! but he doesn't talk. when i call on him, he just looks at me and goes back to doing whatever he was doing beforehand"

"maybe he just doesn't fuckin' like you." you whacked toji's chest and said his name, chastising him. "don't be so rude." you shot toji the meanest look you could muster, but he doesn't care.

he scooted his chair closer to yours, whispering in your ear, way too fucking close for a classroom...and with somebody watching . "you always get this serious when you're mad at me, baby?". his hot breath fanned your ear making your eye twitch visibly. you wanted to crawl under the table and disappear forever.

megumi's teacher scoffed under her breath. "i think the issue here is megumi's home life...", toji was still in your personal space, just watching you, elbow casually resting on the table, his head resting on his fist. he turned his entire body away from the teacher and at you.

ignoring him completely, you tried focusing in on the teacher's words. "sometimes when children experience inconsistent home lives," her eyes flickered between you and your husband, "they exhibit signs of withdrawal."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing and toji, frankly, wasn't hearing anything, he wasn't listening, just staring at you. your jaw dropped slightly at the teacher's words because, who was she accusing of giving megumi a bad home life?

toji swiped a strand a hair that had fallen out of place and tucked it behind your ear making you shiver. how irritatingly sweet. "can't see your pretty face when it's all covered up". between megumi's insolent teacher and toji's lack of care, you were ready to combust.

"i think megumi could benefit from having a more stable and involved male figure in the home." she kindly offered. kindly or not, neither you nor toji cared.

toji finally took his attention off you, turning to the teacher. "i'll start doing nightly affirmations with him if that'll make you feel better?"

you snapped your head to toji. he had a hand over his heart. "you're smart, you're cool, only punch after they swing first, that kinda thing?" he rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair. you covered your face with both hands, choking back a laugh. this is definitely why his teacher thinks megumi is in trouble. his parents are fucking crazy.

"megumi tells me everything. he even said that your class hamster is depressed."

"toji, that didn't happen?"

"didn't it? maybe if you," he pointed directly at the teacher, "were a more involved female figure, the hamster wouldn't consider jumping off the wheel"

you let yourself laugh, your shoulders gently rocking. toji looked really proud of himself but he still sported the scowl that made megumi's teacher shiver.

his teacher had enough.

"this is a serious matter! ms. fushiguro, your oddly violent husband clearly doesn't take this seriously, so what are you doing?"

"he does take this seriously. this is just his personality!" you tried defending your husband, overwhelmed.

"it is your responsibility as much as it's his to keep megumi on track so his social growth isn't stunted!" she raised her voice at you, shocking you.

"he's just quiet" you added.

"why are you upset that he's not causing problems?" toji bit back.

"i can only do so much when i see him for eight hours. i can't be the parent for him!"

"what kind of mother-". that was it. all the politeness you tried keeping, left. toji didn't flinch, he was excited to see what was next.

you stood up, slamming your hands down on the desk. "you don't tell me how to parent my child!"

you scoffed, walking away. you were thinking out loud and pacing around the classroom at this point. "i mean seriously, you can't handle a quiet kid? i thought they were supposed to be the easiest!"

"you call my husband uninvolved and basically useless, but you don't know anything about him! or me! or my child!"

"y'know what?", you stopped dead in your tracks, an idea popping into your head. you stormed over to the door, swinging it open. you spoke softly to your child, "megumi, come in here! now."

megumi casually walked in the classroom, his hands tucked into his tiny pockets. he stood next to toji, the physical similarities uncanny.

you sat next to megumi. "honey, your teacher thinks you don't have friends. is that true?"

megumi didn't flinch, he just looked at you. "i have a friend, he's in the class over there" megumi pointed in the general direction of the classroom.

"yeah, the pink haired weirdo. i saw him when i picked you up that one time" toji chimed in, still sitting slouched in his chair. you hmphed proud of yourself, glaring at the teacher.

"hey brat, your teacher said that i'm not involved with you."

megumi gave his dead a confused look, because surely that wasn't true.

"that volcano project? i did that!", toji said proudly. megumi's teacher lost all color in her face, in disbelief at the scene before her.

you tried chiming in, "oh maybe don't say that.." you rubbed your temple.

"last week, i went to his soccer game!" megumi doesn't play soccer. you knew that but figured now wasn't the time to butt in.

"and, he can throw a punch too. guess who's involved ass taught him that?"

in all the chaos, megumi had sat down on the floor, just happily watching his parents.

megumi's teacher cut in one more time. "you two are misunderstanding me. megumi needs more stable parent figures, especially from his father. you are socially stunting him."

"he has a stable father figure. you just don't like the way that he looks or acts, and hell, sometimes i don't like the way he acts either!" (you like the way he looks though) “megumi isn't struggling, he's functioning normally! and we show up for him everyday"

"if he had any complaints, i'm sure he'd let us know. he's already talked about you." you finished, sighing.

megumi and toji looked at you proudly. everybody thought toji would've been the one to pop off, but not this time.

"damn mom, that was hot" toji tried flirting with you, but with all the adrenaline you had pumping through you, you weren't taking his bullshit.

you shot him a daring look. he backed off, half laughing with his hands up.

you took a deep breath. you picked up megumi and apologized to his teacher. "he won't be here tomorrow. i'll have him back soon."

you and megumi walked out first, toji stopped in the doorway, with you still in earshot. "watch yourself around my kid."

"toji!"

"coming mama. i'm coming" he said laughing

outside, you buckled megumi in the car and closed his door. toji came up behind you, hands on your waist, spinning you around.

"so stressed. you did a good job back there, i like the way you talk about me" toji pressed a light kiss to your lips.

"you just know how to piss everyone off" you scolded him, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"aww 'msorry baby", he pressed a few kisses into your jawline. "you gon' let me make up for it later? might let ya spank me a few times", he winked at you and laughed like you were supposed to find him cute or funny.

you groaned. you did find him cute. you did find him funny. maybe you should spank him tonight.

megumi knocked on his window a few times and rolled his eyes. anti-social where?

i was going to make this the follow up to megumi's volcano project but wanted to make this independent, but i added just a little from it to this. not proofread, i wrote this at 1am lol.

i'd love your support if you'd reblog, like, and comment! ♥

[leopardvee]

toji's first (and last) parent teacher conference

pairing: dad!toji fushiguro x mom!reader x megumi

about 2.3k words

"please schedule a meeting as soon as possible"

you frowned, rereading the message megumi's teacher wrote on his report card. no notes, no issues with academics, nothing behavior related. nothing was out of the ordinary. megumi always got straight a's, and this time was no different. how hard could 3rd grade be?

you quickly set the appointment for...tomorrow. you thought you'd have at least a couple days before so you could figure out what was wrong. you didn't have that luxury.

when toji got home at night, you were dreading telling him about the conference; you know he wouldn’t want to go. toji kicked off his boots, threw his bag down harder than he needed to and with heavy footsteps, walked past you to the fridge for a beer.

he cracked it open, took a big swig, and looked at you impatiently. you had a look in your eyes that said you had to say something but didn’t want to. he raised an eyebrow at you. "we have to go to megs' school tomorrow. we have a parent teacher conference". you threw air quotes around parent teacher conference; i mean, what could megumi do wrong?

"fuck is that?" toji spit. megumi looked up, glaring at his father, an angry pout forming on his face. he piped up from the dining table, stopping his homework. "you have to talk to the teacher about me and be nice".

"what'd ya do, kid? beat someone up? steal somethin'?" he took another swig of his beer, leaning against the same counter you at. he threw an arm around you.

"i didn't do anything" megumi said casually. toji turned his head to you, squeezing your shoulder, whispering in your ear. "i don't like taking time out of my day to do nothing, doll."

you pushed him away slightly. "you have to go, it's not a debate"

you walked away from toji and sat with megumi. "how's it gonna look if they know we're both his parents, and only i'm there?"

"tch. doesn't matter to me." toji rolled his eyes and cracked his neck.

both you and megumi sat back, crossed your arms, and shot toji annoyed looks. "still not doing it." toji walked into the bedroom.

"mooooom". megumi put his head on the table, a slight pout forming.

"don't worry about it. we'll both be there. finish your homework and go to bed."

in the bedroom, megumi could hear you raise your voice at his father. he heard you stomp a few times and a few "okay okay's" from toji.

it was 3:00. megumi sat outside of the door, headphones blaring. his feet barely touching the ground, just waiting for his growth spurt. the meeting had started 15 minutes ago. no sign of toji.

you stepped out of the classroom, calling toji but you only got his voicemail. "toji fucking fushiguro, if you don't get your ass down here soon, i swear to god i'll end you with my bare hands." each time you got his voicemail, you gave a variation of that. a few teachers had walked past you, eyeing you weirdly, not that you cared.

you reentered the classroom and sat calmly in the chair in front of his teacher, a pained smile on your face. "i'm so sorry. his father should be here any minute, it's probably traffic or something else", your voice trailed off at the last few words of your sentence.

and as soon as you stopped speaking, the door flew open, a scowl already on toji's face. he was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants whereas you tried looking nice. you folded your lips in and looked at the ceiling hoping you'd just disappear or maybe toji would instead!

you nodded, accepting your fate.

toji strolled in the classroom like he owned it. he laid eyes on your face, lips pressed into a hard line. he walked up to you. once he reached you, he stopped. with one hand on the table, the other on the back of your chair, he moved his head in front of yours and hunched over. he pressed a few kisses to your mouth. you whispered "sit down". he smirked in your face, gave you one more kiss and did as you said. he knew he was pushing it. he spread his legs like always, a hand on the back of the chair and the other on your back as he stared down megumi's teacher.

"o-okay! glad you're both here!"

"before we start, i just want to say that megumi is truly a spectacular kid. incredibly smart and tactful. a joy to have in my classro-" toji cut her off.

"so then why are we here?". you kicked his ankle under the table, but he didn't even flinch. "if he's such a good kid, you could give him a gold star or send us an email about it".

toji wasn't wrong but he wasn't right. you remained silent. "well, it's always better to start and end with the positive stuff right!" megumi's teacher tried so hard to smile.

"of course!" you said happily. toji just grunted.

"alright well. it seems like megumi is anti-social." his teacher said flatly towards you, seemingly ignoring toji. you turned your head at her comment. anti-social? first time you'd heard of that.

"anti-social? i don't think so." you piped up, shaking your head. "megumi tells us about his friend all the time."

"right, but he doesn't have friends-"

"you calling our kid a loser?" toji jeered.

the teacher's eyes went wide and she shook her hands in defense. "no, not that! but he doesn't talk. when i call on him, he just looks at me and goes back to doing whatever he was doing beforehand"

"maybe he just doesn't fuckin' like you." you whacked toji's chest and said his name, chastising him. "don't be so rude." you shot toji the meanest look you could muster, but he doesn't care.

he scooted his chair closer to yours, whispering in your ear, way too fucking close for a classroom...and with somebody watching . "you always get this serious when you're mad at me, baby?". his hot breath fanned your ear making your eye twitch visibly. you wanted to crawl under the table and disappear forever.

megumi's teacher scoffed under her breath. "i think the issue here is megumi's home life...", toji was still in your personal space, just watching you, elbow casually resting on the table, his head resting on his fist. he turned his entire body away from the teacher and at you.

ignoring him completely, you tried focusing in on the teacher's words. "sometimes when children experience inconsistent home lives," her eyes flickered between you and your husband, "they exhibit signs of withdrawal."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing and toji, frankly, wasn't hearing anything, he wasn't listening, just staring at you. your jaw dropped slightly at the teacher's words because, who was she accusing of giving megumi a bad home life?

toji swiped a strand a hair that had fallen out of place and tucked it behind your ear making you shiver. how irritatingly sweet. "can't see your pretty face when it's all covered up". between megumi's insolent teacher and toji's lack of care, you were ready to combust.

"i think megumi could benefit from having a more stable and involved male figure in the home." she kindly offered. kindly or not, neither you nor toji cared.

toji finally took his attention off you, turning to the teacher. "i'll start doing nightly affirmations with him if that'll make you feel better?"

you snapped your head to toji. he had a hand over his heart. "you're smart, you're cool, only punch after they swing first, that kinda thing?" he rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair. you covered your face with both hands, choking back a laugh. this is definitely why his teacher thinks megumi is in trouble. his parents are fucking crazy.

"megumi tells me everything. he even said that your class hamster is depressed."

"toji, that didn't happen?"

"didn't it? maybe if you," he pointed directly at the teacher, "were a more involved female figure, the hamster wouldn't consider jumping off the wheel"

you let yourself laugh, your shoulders gently rocking. toji looked really proud of himself but he still sported the scowl that made megumi's teacher shiver.

his teacher had enough.

"this is a serious matter! ms. fushiguro, your oddly violent husband clearly doesn't take this seriously, so what are you doing?"

"he does take this seriously. this is just his personality!" you tried defending your husband, overwhelmed.

"it is your responsibility as much as it's his to keep megumi on track so his social growth isn't stunted!" she raised her voice at you, shocking you.

"he's just quiet" you added.

"why are you upset that he's not causing problems?" toji bit back.

"i can only do so much when i see him for eight hours. i can't be the parent for him!"

"what kind of mother-". that was it. all the politeness you tried keeping, left. toji didn't flinch, he was excited to see what was next.

you stood up, slamming your hands down on the desk. "you don't tell me how to parent my child!"

you scoffed, walking away. you were thinking out loud and pacing around the classroom at this point. "i mean seriously, you can't handle a quiet kid? i thought they were supposed to be the easiest!"

"you call my husband uninvolved and basically useless, but you don't know anything about him! or me! or my child!"

"y'know what?", you stopped dead in your tracks, an idea popping into your head. you stormed over to the door, swinging it open. you spoke softly to your child, "megumi, come in here! now."

megumi casually walked in the classroom, his hands tucked into his tiny pockets. he stood next to toji, the physical similarities uncanny.

you sat next to megumi. "honey, your teacher thinks you don't have friends. is that true?"

megumi didn't flinch, he just looked at you. "i have a friend, he's in the class over there" megumi pointed in the general direction of the classroom.

"yeah, the pink haired weirdo. i saw him when i picked you up that one time" toji chimed in, still sitting slouched in his chair. you hmphed proud of yourself, glaring at the teacher.

"hey brat, your teacher said that i'm not involved with you."

megumi gave his dead a confused look, because surely that wasn't true.

"that volcano project? i did that!", toji said proudly. megumi's teacher lost all color in her face, in disbelief at the scene before her.

you tried chiming in, "oh maybe don't say that.." you rubbed your temple.

"last week, i went to his soccer game!" megumi doesn't play soccer. you knew that but figured now wasn't the time to butt in.

"and, he can throw a punch too. guess who's involved ass taught him that?"

in all the chaos, megumi had sat down on the floor, just happily watching his parents.

megumi's teacher cut in one more time. "you two are misunderstanding me. megumi needs more stable parent figures, especially from his father. you are socially stunting him."

"he has a stable father figure. you just don't like the way that he looks or acts, and hell, sometimes i don't like the way he acts either!" (you like the way he looks though) “megumi isn't struggling, he's functioning normally! and we show up for him everyday"

"if he had any complaints, i'm sure he'd let us know. he's already talked about you." you finished, sighing.

megumi and toji looked at you proudly. everybody thought toji would've been the one to pop off, but not this time.

"damn mom, that was hot" toji tried flirting with you, but with all the adrenaline you had pumping through you, you weren't taking his bullshit.

you shot him a daring look. he backed off, half laughing with his hands up.

you took a deep breath. you picked up megumi and apologized to his teacher. "he won't be here tomorrow. i'll have him back soon."

you and megumi walked out first, toji stopped in the doorway, with you still in earshot. "watch yourself around my kid."

"toji!"

"coming mama. i'm coming" he said laughing

outside, you buckled megumi in the car and closed his door. toji came up behind you, hands on your waist, spinning you around.

"so stressed. you did a good job back there, i like the way you talk about me" toji pressed a light kiss to your lips.

"you just know how to piss everyone off" you scolded him, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"aww 'msorry baby", he pressed a few kisses into your jawline. "you gon' let me make up for it later? might let ya spank me a few times", he winked at you and laughed like you were supposed to find him cute or funny.

you groaned. you did find him cute. you did find him funny. maybe you should spank him tonight.

megumi knocked on his window a few times and rolled his eyes. anti-social where?

i was going to make this the follow up to megumi's volcano project but wanted to make this independent, but i added just a little from it to this. not proofread, i wrote this at 1am lol.

i'd love your support if you'd reblog, like, and comment! ♥

[leopardvee]

toji's book club takeover

boyfriend!toji x girlfriend!reader

“so… I joined a book club!” you plopped down on toji’s bed. 

“you did what?” he looked at you like you killed his grandma. 

“it’s not a big deal. it’s a bunch of older woman in town, some wine, and books. we’re reading the viscount who loved me”, you batted your eyelashes at him jokingly. 

“bridgerton? that’s the one with the guy who looks like he’d cry if you pulled his hair” he laughed.

“that’s not even the right season, dumbass”. you rolled your eyes your eyes and cuddled up next to him. 

“so can i come?” he asked.

“no! it’s just us. girl time —wine and books”, you wiggled your fingers like confetti. 

“I can be a girl, I got opinions on historical foreplay”.

“and for that exact reason, you cannot come!”

“you ever need a live reenactment, you know where to find me.”

——

that was a few weeks ago. 

“ohmygoooooood and when anthony tried sucking the venom from the bee out of her chest, I’ve never wanted to be someone else so badly”. the older woman to your right fanned herself. 

you giggled and she smiled at you warmly.

you were enjoying the lively chatter of all the women around you, definitely decades older than you, but all hilarious in their own way.

the leader turned to you and asked you what you thought about the bee scene. before you could answer, the door swung open. toji casually walked in like he wasn’t interrupting everything, hoodie on, sweatpants hung low on his hips, his happy trial peeking out. 

all the women, including you gawked at him — you for an entirely different reason. a few oh my god’s and gasps went around you the room. your face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and confusion.

“hellllllooooo ladies” toji smiled. you weren’t sure what to do. you just sat frozen in your seat. 

“why hello there, are you a new member?” an older woman across from you asked, smiling.

“yes i am and i’m her boyfriend”, he winked and pointed at you. it couldn’t get worse than this right?

oh but it does.

he clapped his hands loudly, rubbing them together. “what’s this freaky ass book we’re reading ladies? naughty group of girls we got here”. is he serious? you pinched yourself. maybe you were dreaming. but also, toji knew that's the book you were reading.

the woman who never speaks up answered. “the viscount who loved me” she grinned from ear to ear. you were in utter disbelief; this was the time she wanted to pipe up?

toji slowly walked over to you with all the swagger in the world, hands in his pockets, pulling his sweatpants down a little further. he smirked at you the whole way. 

“y/n why were holding out on us! you didn’t say he looked like this!” you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. 

when toji finally stood in front of you, he spoke only loud enough for you and the people next to you to hear. “i didn’t know you talked about me here. makes me feel some type of way”. you averted your gaze, your cheeks felt so warm. “stand up”, he commanded gently.

you stood and he took your spot. he gently tugged your waist to pull you onto his lap. your body felt hot with embarrassment and all the women around you were asking toji questions. toji’s light but possessive grip on your waist made it impossible to focus. you zoned your vision out on a random spot in the tiny bookstore. 

“so do you read… or are you more of a hands on learning kind of man?” 

“do you have brothers? better yet, are you a twin?”

one really wine drunk woman slurred her words. “how do you feel about discipline?”

the worst was when your favorite woman, jane, spoke up. “what would you do if y/n got stung by a bee… right… here!” she gestured towards your chest…specifically your boobs. good god. “jane, ohmygod!!” you were absolutely mortified. 

you folded your arms over your chest and pouted a bit, not caring how your book was folded between your fingers. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. you could feel a headache in both temples forming. 

toji rubbed his hand over his jaw, thinking deeply. he drummed his fingers over your waist. “well, i’d hope the bee’s got good aim, would make my job more fun”, he shrugged. 

you side eyed toji and he just smirked. 

“sounds like someone is writing the next chapter for us!”

“you’re coming back next week!”

“lord have mercy! where do you find men like this?” 

“i found him in a ditch” you fake smiled, gritting your teeth. toji squeezed your waist hard. the old women were just tickled at the dynamic between you and toji. 

“i have a great idea! since we’re on the topic of the bee scene, let’s just read it right now aloud!” jane grinned. 

“nahhh, maybe we can just read the chapter after it! we’ve all read it right?” you pleaded. 

“no, i think jane is right. we should read it out loud.” he’s joking. he has to be joking. 

the women took turns popcorn reading the scene until it got to you. you were blushing extremely hard, your were hands sweaty, and for some reason, you just couldn’t flip to the right page. 

“i’ll find it for you princess”, he yanked the book out of your hands, somehow flipping straight to it, holding it in your lap. a few ooo's and ahh's sounded. he sat up much straighter than before, his chin was resting on your shoulder, ready for you to read. 

when you started with a shaky breath, toji cut you off. “nah, lemme do it. i’m good at this kinda thing”. you pressed your lips into a flat line, resting your head in your palm. 

you exhaled loudly. toji cleared his throat louder. it’s not a competition, but it is. “alright ladies, prepare yourselves. this is how a real man reads romance”

toji leaned in, his voice dropping low and thick, like he was about to confess a secret — or maybe just call more attention to himself. 

“anthony’s hands moved with purpose, fingers tracing the path of the sting like he was mapping out a treasure." he held the book in one hand, the other finding its place on your waist again. he was rubbing small circles into you. “every kiss was a spark, every breath between them charged like a live wire”, he continued. 

“i wish i could be a fly on the wall to see how he talks to you outside of this”, another woman chimed in. you couldn’t even react but noted that mentally to use again her.

“anthony pressed closer, lips parting, tongue teasing her delicate skin”. you scratched your neck, super uncomfortable, and super hot. 

“hell, i’m getting worked up just saying it”, toji shifted underneath you not very subtly. 

one of the ladies gasped, clutching her pearls, literally, and whispered, “oh my god, toji, behave!”

you felt a laugh coming on but you couldn’t let toji know you were laughing. he turned back to the book, but with a wicked grin, he added, “if i was anthony, y/n, you’d be screaming my name right now”

every woman in the room was staring at you, waiting for your reaction. 

there was a beat of shocked silence. 

you blinked. 

then blinked again. 

then you bursted out laughing, a full on belly laugh that echoed around the room. you covered your mouth with both hands to try and stifle your laugh but it didn’t work. 

everybody laughed along with you and in the drowning sound of laughter, toji whispered in your ear, “so can i come back next week?”

“definitely not”. you patted his leg and he kissed your cheek. 

ok i don't have the actual dialogue from the scene in bridgeton, i just made it up based on what i watched lmfao. lmk what u think <3