papa toji holding his daughter as she gets her ears pierced .✦ ݁˖
your daughter was perched in tojis lap, her small legs dangling while his big arm wrapped firmly around her middle to keep her steady. one of his large hands held her little wrist so she wouldnt swat at the piercer, the other braced against the chair. his shoulders were stiff, jaw tight, like he was preparing for a fight instead of a toddler ear piercing.
you stood nearby, trying not to smile at the sight of your husband propped on that tiny little chair.
"oi," he murmured softly, rubbing slow circles into her back. "jus' sit still a sec. daddys got you."
the click was quick.
she jolted before bursting into tears, grabbing at his shirt as her face crumpled. toji pulled her right into his chest, one hand rubbing firmly up and down her back while she cried into his shoulder.
he huffed a small laugh, pressing his cheek briefly to the top of her head. he pressed a small kiss to her ear, muttering softly to her. "one more. thats it, yeah?
the second ear made her cry again, louder this time, and he held her tighter through it, bouncing his knee slightly while his thumb stroked the back of her little hand.
you stood near them both quietly, your hand settling on your daughters head, thumb rubbing to reassure her.
when it was finally over she stayed clinging to her dad, sniffling into his collar while he rubbed her back, still murmuring quiet little comforts under his breath.
while the piercer rang things up, toji shifted her onto one arm and wandered a few steps to the small display near the counter. his eyes moved over the rows of tiny earrings before he picked out the smallest pair he could find. cute little ones that would fit her tiny ears.
he set them on the counter and pulled his wallet out with his free hand.
"add em' too," he said, glancing down at the girl resting against his shoulder. his thumb rubbed gently over her back again as he spoke to her quietly.
"gonna get you some real pretty ones, yeah? my tough girl deserves ‘em."
fluff, papa toji, mama reader, (a/n: damn toji, four kids...let your wife rest jesus)
its early in the morning, the sun shining through the cracks of your curtains.
tojis sprawled out on the mattress, shirtless and snoring. his arm is resting over his eyes, blocking the sunlight from the window.
you're curled up next to his side, tucked in the same spot you fell asleep in the night before. tojis body is like a furnace, warm, heavy and keeping you nice and cozy.
toji doesnt wake up when the first one climbs onto him.
the door creaks open, the sound of tiny footsteps making their way over to the bed.
his oldest daughter.
she climbs up first, hooking her knee over the mattress. she crawls over your legs, making her way over to plop down on her dads chest, settling onto toji with a little yawn. her cheek pressed against his chest, small hands clinging onto her dads shoulders.
toji grunts once in his sleep, shifting automatically, one big hand coming up to rest over her back.
a few minutes later, his second daughter waddles in. she climbs straight onto him, curls up on top of him, and buries her face into his neck.
toji exhales, his arm shifting to keep both his girls from sliding off.
he lifts his arm a little off of his face, peeking down to look at his daughters, their faces squished against him, he huffs a laugh, covering his face again as he drifts off once more
then comes the smallest daughter, wobbling in with her messy hair. she stops at the bed, sees the pile of sisters already on him, and makes a determined little noise before climbing up too.
theres barely any room left now
she squeezes into the crook of his arm and presses her cheek against his chest, going right back to sleep with a tiny sigh.
now tojis completely buried
three little girls stacked on top of him like hes nothing but a warm pillow made specifically for them. he grunts again, turning his face to rest his cheek on his youngest daughters head.
he falls asleep again.
until theres another set of tiny footsteps.
your son.
hes the youngest of them all, the smallest boy. hes shy, quieter than his big sisters.
he lingers by the doorway before shuffling over, trying his hardest to climb up and onto the bed. he crawls to you first, pressing shyly into your side.
you hum, letting him nuzzle into you for a second. then he peeks over at toji, and the pile of his sisters covering him.
his little fingers fidget with your sleeve as he looks at his dad, then back at you, then back at his dad again. he looks like he wants to join but isnt sure if theres any space or if hes allowed.
sleeping toji shifts, just a little, and his arm lifts slightly, adjusting one daughter, making a small opening against his side.
he doesnt open his eyes, just makes space for his son.
your sons face lights up softly, and he climbs over and tucks himself into that space. he curls up against tojis side, small and warm, one of his shy hands resting on his chest.
toji exhales slow and deep, and then his arm drops around all of them at once.
heavy and secure.
four little bodies tucked into him, his entire swarm of blessings piled on top of their dad like its the most natural thing in the world
18+ slow missionary sex with your big sweet bf choso .✦ ݁˖ (x fem!reader)
cw: (p in v, creampie, top!choso, missionary,)
the bedroom is dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners, the only source of light spilling soft and amber from the bedside lamp.
choso leans over you, hair loose and falling around his face in soft, dark waves that catch the light just enough to highlight the edges of his features. his eyes, heavy with need, are fixed on you with a quiet intensity. something almost like yearning hiding beneath his expression.
his body is big above yours, the hard planes of his chest heavy as he moves. the sheets are pooled around his hips, shifting around with each movement, each noise, each gasp.
your legs are open beneath his, thighs bracketing his hips. his hips grind down into you with a slow kind of force that rocks the both of you, like his cock is trying to feel the deepest areas in your soft, gummy walls. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open, soft moans falling from his lips with every movement.
he leans down, his nose pressing against your cheek. the air is thick and heavy in the room, humid with the lingering smell of sweat and sex. you moan, your voice soft and private, like its only meant for him to hear. "..choso hic- m' gonna cum.."
he hisses in response to both your words and the way you clench around his shaft, another low moan falling out of his lips. his hips rock into you slowly, thrusts deep and measured where they push against your body.
"..baby," he whines, brows furrowing, expression contorting with that sweet, needy look of his. his breath fans over your cheek, and he tilts his head so hes facing you, head turning down lower so he can press his lips against yours.
his hips continue their thrusts, the tip of his length pressing right up against your cervix. you moan against his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck, lips slanted over eachothers as you kiss under the low bedroom light.
he rolls his tongue against yours, licking into your mouth with a low whine. each whine and moan is accompinied by the slick squelch of him rutting into your hole, the dark curls on his base scratching against you with each thrust and grind.
his mouth leaves yours, his head lifting up, fingers digging deep into your skin as he quickens his pace- just by a bit. "ah- ah...ah-" he moans, eyes squeezing shut, face contorting with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"s' so good, choso!" you moan, toes curling against his back, hips helplessly moving against his despite the position you're in. he moves, planting his hands on each side of the mattress beside you, using the leverage as means to roll his hips into you deeper.
"gonna cum.." he whines, head tipping back, cock sliding in and out of your warm heaven with a need that leans on desperate.
he can't help himself, his cock pushing right up against your cervix with each thrust. he lets out a desperate moan, body shaking with the force of his orgasm as he spills his seed right into you. he can't help himself. he can't help but cum inside you.
"choso.." you moan, head tipping further back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you come undone beneath him. his hips keep grinding into you, slowly rocking you both through your orgasms.
he moans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, eyes sliding back open once again, muscled chest heaving as he speaks. "..i love you," he pants, his voice soft as he collapses against you. body falling lax against your own.
his head falls next to yours, his fingers gripped loosely in the sheets, his once hard cock now softening inside your warm walls. the bed is a mess, the lights still low. but both of you dont seem to move, instead basking in the afterglow of your love making.
a/n: GUYS!! this is my first time writing choso...omg i love him so much PLEASE. i want to lick him.
hellooo, i saw you wanted reqs so what about toji wanting to get married to reader and he asks about megs opinion on it? i think itd be so cute what do ya think? :))
toji asking little megumis opinion on marrying you .✦ ݁˖
tojis leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed, watching megumi sit at the table with his little legs swinging slightly, focused hard on lining up his toys like its serious work.
he stays quiet for a second, like hes figuring out how to even say it, then he rubs the back of his neck and exhales.
"…lemme ask you somethin'," he mutters, voice low.
megumi glances up at him, calm as ever.
toji huffs a quiet breath, pushing off the counter and stepping a little closer, big hand coming to rest on the back of the chair.
"…you like her, right?" he asks, not looking directly at him for a second.
megumi’s eyes brighten a little, the answer coming quicker this time, "yeah."
toji nods once, jaw shifting like hes thinking it through. his fingers tap lightly against the chair, restless for a second before he stills them.
"…what dyou think 'bout her stayin'," he adds, voice a little rougher now, quieter. "..like. forever."
megumi straightens just slightly in his seat, the pieces in his hands forgotten for a second. "...she can?" he asks, a small hint of excitement slipping through before he nods to himself. "yeah. yeah, she should."
toji pauses at that, something soft flickering across his face before he looks away again, clearing his throat under his breath.
"…you be okay if I married her?"
megumi doesnt even hesitate this time, already nodding before the question fully settles. "yeah," he says, more certain now, a tiny smile tugging at his mouth as he looks back down at his toys like hes trying to play it cool.
toji goes quiet for a second, then his hand comes up, resting heavy on megumis head, ruffling his hair once.
"..aight." he says under his breath, more to himself than anything.
pt.2 ex boyfriend boxer!toji x nurse!fem reader (..him calling late at night.)
these kind of nights were the worst.
the noise from the arena never really left him. It stuck in his ears long after the crowd was gone, long after the lights were off, long after he was back in his place with nothing but the hum of the fridge and the ache in his ribs to keep him company.
hed been going harder lately.
taking fights he shouldnt. letting them run longer than they needed to, letting himself get hit more than usual, like he didnt care much about walking out clean anymore.
tonight was one of those nights.
he sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, phone loose in his hand, knuckles wrapped sloppy and half undone like he reallt just couldnt be bothered to fix them properly, dried blood still caught along the seams of his skin while a dull ache sat deep in his ribs and refused to go anywhere.
he stared at your name for a long time.
and then he called.
the line rang, and rang, and right when he was about to hang up, you picked up.
"...hello?" your voice came through, soft, a little heavy with sleep.
he leaned back slowly, dragging a hand down his face, letting out a quiet breath as he listened to you for a second before saying anything.
"angel," he muttered finally, voice low and rough. "its me."
there was a pause, the kind that wasnt empty, just careful.
"toji?" you said, a little more awake now.
he hummed under his breath, settling back against the wall, one arm resting loose over his knee while the other held the phone close to his ear.
"missin' that cute face," he said, easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world to say after calling you this late. "needed to hear your voice."
you went quiet at that, and he could already picture the way your expression would shift, the way youd frown just a little, not fully buying into it but not shutting him down either.
"...thats not really a reason to call me this late." you murmured, voice soft but not giving him much.
he huffed quietly, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth as he shifted on the bed. "worked though, didnt it?" he replied. "got you pickin' up."
you sighed, and he could hear the tiredness in it, the hesitation too, like you were already debating how long you were gonna stay on the line. he let it sit for a second, then spoke again, tone dropping just a little.
"you alone?" he asked, just something he needed to know.
"..yeah." you answered after a beat.
"yeah?" he repeated, voice quieter now, satisfied in a way he didnt bother hiding.
silence stretched again, thicker this time, but he didnt rush to fill it. he just sat there, thumb dragging slow along the edge of his phone while he listened to you breathe.
"you should come by sometime," he added after a moment, tone casual but there was something under it. "come to the ring, yeah? been a while since I seen you sittin' there."
you shifted on the other end, clearly not expecting that.
"I dont know if that’s a good idea," you said.
he let out a low breat, just taking it in stride.
"yeah," he muttered. "thats okay. dont hafta, yeah?"
rhere was another pause, and then, quieter this time, a little rougher around the edges, like he wasnt trying to play it off anymore.
"miss when you used ta watch me," he said. "used to look out, see you there. made everythin' easier."
your chest tightened, but you didnt say anything right away.
"are you okay?" you murmur.
"yeah."
he leaned his head back against the wall, eyes half lidded, voice dropping just a bit more.
"angel," he muttered, the word coming out easy, like it still belonged to you. "whyd ya leave me, huh?"
you swallowed, fingers tightening slightly around your phone. he asked like it was the most normal thing ever.
"…you know why," you said quietly.
he huffed under his breath, one hand coming up to rub at his jaw, the faint sting there barely registering.
"dont mean i gotta like it."
that made something in you soften, just a little, and he didnt push after that, he just shifted slightly on the bed, letting out a slow breath while the line stayed open between you, filled with nothing but quiet and the sound of each other.
"you takin' care of yourself?" he asked after a while, tone easier again, but still carrying that rough warmth underneath. "you workin' too much? hospital causin you trouble?"
"Im fine.." you said, though it came out softer this time, he hummed, not fully believing you but letting it go.
"sound tired." he muttered.
you didnt deny it, and he let the silence settle again, heavier now.
"miss you." he added after a moment, voice low and steady, no joke behind it this time. "aint gonna pretend I dont, you know. missin' you bad."
your breath hitched faintly, and he caught it instantly, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth again.
"there it is," he murmured.
"dont start.." you said softly. he huffed a quiet laugh, shifting back against the pillow.
"aint startin nothin'," he said.
you didnt respond to that, didnt hang up either, and he didnt ask you to stay. just kept you there, listening, like hearing your voice was enough to settle something in him for the night.
"ill come see you. we dont gotta do anythin'." he murmurs, voice slipping deeper.
"just wanna see your face. that good with you, baby?"
you let out a quiet sound of approvement, nodding even though he couldnt see you.
"yeah?" he says. "aight. okay. get some sleep, yeah?"
you let out a breath, "...okay."
"okay." he repeats.
and right before the line falls, you hear his voice again, sincere and low in that way that makes you melt all the time.
toji when he has to leave you every morning for work (x chubby!fem reader) .✦ ݁˖
tojis standing by the bedroom door at like 5am, already dressed, boots on, his jacket half zipped, keys in his hand, andd hes not leaving yet, just standing there like something short circuited in him the second he looked back at the bed.
you were dead asleep, face half buried into the pillow. your body sunk deep into the mattress. the blankets were twisted around your legs, one thrown off somewhere during the night, top bunched up just enough to show the soft curve of your waist where it pressed into the bed. one tit was already halfway out your top, pressing against the bedsheets.
he sighs, rubbing the edge of his jaw. he shouldve left already, he knows that.
instead hes leaning there, big frame taking up the doorway, eyes dragging slow over you like hes committing the whole thing to memory. its honestly getting ridiculous now, because all he wants to do is take his shoes off, crawl into bed, and press you up against him again.
you dont move once, just breathing soft, lips parted a little, completely gone to the world, and it somehow makes it worse because now you look extra comfortable, like the bed was built for you specifically.
his grip tightens around his keys for a second, jaw shifting while he looks at you like you personally did this to him on purpose.
because now hes late, and hes still not leaving.
and then he exhales, low and annoyed, like hes finally had enough of himself, pushing off the doorway and walking back over, heavy steps quiet out of habit as he leans over the bed, one big hand grabbing at your upper thigh to pull you just enough toward him.
you barely stir, just a soft little sound leaving you as your face turns slightly into him.
he presses a rough kiss against your cheek, then another against your mouth, quick and gruff, like hes stealing it before he goes, thumb pressing once into your side before he lets you sink back into the mattress.
"love you," he mutters under his breath, more habit than anything, hand patting your ass before he straightens up.
LISTEN. toji being a tiddy obsessed freak(not necessarily smut), js tiddy freak will not go 2 secs w/o
18+ your man toji being a titty obsessed freak...
its always like this.
tojis laying on top of you. chest heavy, arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you flat against the cushions.
his hands wander under your shirt, big paws squeezing your breasts like its his own personal stress toy. you squirm, laugh, trying to wriggle out, but he just burrows closer, nose brushing the back of your neck, grunting low in that way that makes you melt.
"toji-" you laugh, almost suffocating under his weight.
every exhale presses you harder into the couch. warmth and weight tangled together, and you can feel him letting go of everything except you.
your man is a titty obsessed freak. through and through.
later, the two of you have moved to the bed, and he slumps against you again, all heat and heaviness. head tucked into your chest.
he lets out a long, exhausted groan as he buries his head inbetween your soft mounds.
"you really cant let go, can you?" you murmur, running a hand down his back.
"dont want to." he says, gruff and steady, tightening slightly. "aint happenin."
"big, tired man." you tease, smiling against him. "youre ridiculous."
"hn" he growls, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. he hums, burrowing his head deeper into your breasts. just to make you groan.
his arms are shoved under your shirt, heavy against your back. he makes quiet noises, deep and low, and you can feel them vibrating through you.
your hand drifts down his back, tracing the muscles beneath his shirt, and he folds into you, a big grown man completely obsessed with you, like youre the only thing keeping him grounded.
you laugh softly against him, and he just nuzzles further, letting you feel exactly how much he belongs here, pressed against you, heavy and warm and completely yours.
his lifts his head up from your chest, cheeks flushed pink from warmth. he's already grinning, hands warm as they attempt to push your shirt up.
"take em' out."
"toji!-"
his hands are big when they handle you, fingers pulling your top over your breasts. no bra, just the way he likes it. he cups both undersides of your boobs, thumbs brushing over your nipples, feeling the way they pebble under his touch.
you gasp when he leans forward, mouth latching onto one of your breasts with a low groan. hes completely and utterly smothered in your softness, tongue flicking over the little nub on your nipple with profound greed.
"toji-" your voice is weak, and you let out a soft giggle at the feeling of his tongue on you.
he hums, the scar on his lip stretching when he grins against your skin, mouth full of your breast. you giggle once he switches to the other one, head tipping back, hands coming up to cup the back of his head in a low attempt to restrain him a little.
Hai Pippa 🥹 I was wondering if I can request sweet fluff of papa!Toji helping his baby girl to walk and after trial 'n error, succeeding? literally anything of papa Toji being a good dad, you write him so well 😝 !!
also may I be 🍎 anon please (^.^)?
papa toji helping his baby girl learn how to walk
a/n: OF COURSE ANON YOU CAN BE 🍎!! this request is so sweet thank you for sending it in!!
the living room had been cleared out as if toji was preparing a training ground. the coffee table was pushed aside, a couple of the pillows tossed on the rug just in case, and he crouched a few feet away from his daughter with his big hands resting on his knees.
your little girl stood wobbly in the middle of the floor, her diaper padded legs shaking while she tried to stay upright, and toji watched her like the moment mattered more than anything else.
"cmon, baby." he muttered, holding his hands out toward her. his voice was low and rough but soft around the edges when he spoke to her. "just a couple steps. ya can do that, yeah?"
she stared at him, her arms stuck out in front of her for balance. ine tiny foot lifted off the ground and landed a little crooked, and then her knee buckled and she plopped straight down onto the floor.
he let out a quiet huff through his nose but there was no real frustration in it. toji pushed himself up and walked over, big hands scooping her up under her arms and setting her back on her feet again.
"aint quittin' that easy," he said, steadying her gently. "try again. daddys right here."
she wobbled again, little face all scrunched up, concentrating hard as she can. toji crouched back down, spreading his arms open for her.
"yeah, thats it," he murmured, his hands hovering over her body, stance careful. "just walk to me. slow."
she took one tiny step, and then another.
her balance tipped and she leaned forward, falling right into his chest. his hands caught her instantly, big palms wrapping around her middle as he pulled her close.
"that counts," he said with a low chuckle, pressing a quick kiss into her hair. "two steps already. m' girls so smart, huh?"
he set her back down again, steadying her carefully before letting go.
this time she toddled forward a little faster. one little step turned into two, then three messy little steps that somehow kept going. her arms windmilled, her face lit up, and suddenly she was actually walking toward him.
he blinked like he almost didnt believe it.
"hah!" he exclaimed out loud, a huge grin spreading over his face. "thats my girl!"
she stumbled the last step and crashed into him. he caught her easily, lifting her up against his chest while she giggled loud and proud.
"there ya go," he said, voice softer now as he rubbed her little back. "knew ya had it in you". he pressed another quick kiss to her temple and shook his head with a quiet laugh.
