#toji evidently cared for his son

[telleroftime]

I don't usually use my more specific headcanons in my stories because I do enjoy sticking to what the canon gives me (for that added challenge I suppose and only in bigger fandoms), but when it comes to Toji and Megumi's mother... yeah I'm sticking with the headcanons.

First of all I love the idea that Toji loved his wife and that she made him a good person. I know some people headcanon him as a 'kept man', but I don't see how that would be the case. Maybe after Megumi's mother died but I like to think he was equal to her when she lived. We know Toji disappeared with Tsumiki's mother, however before that he must have stayed with Mrs Fushiguro. He must have acted the role of a father one way or another, especially when we take into account that he was the one to name his son. Toji was the one to name Megumi. Not his wife, but Toji himself.

Second of all I love the headcanon that Megumi's mother herself was called Megumi. Megumi is a feminine given name so why else would Toji name his son that? There's not much analysis for this headcanon other than the fact that I like it. Although... if we group it with the fact Megumi's mother died shortly after his birth then Toji naming his song after her would be very poetic.

Oh, and a third thing regarding Toji himself, I like to think that he didn’t purposely forget about his son. Toji's wife had died. I can imagine it was a trauma reaction to try and distance himself from her memory. And when he remarried and proceeded to leave Megumi behind I can see him doing everything to keep his mind occupied with everything else. Like thick brain fog.

[rinhaler]

sigh… toji is a good dad…. so i’m holding you at gun point for you to make a oneshot abt toji and his bimbo sugar baby or else

aaaaa my first request and ofc it's a toji one! i love the idea of bimbo reader going shopping all of the time with daddy's credit card, and she always gets megumi some treats too!

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, soft dom!toji, age gap (reader 20s toji 30s), pussy eating, ddlg, squirting, established relationship, (reader can be mamaguro or step mother, whatever you prefer!).

words: 1.5k

He always gets home so late.

It’s 4am, now, and usually your eyes are too weary and heavy to welcome him home. But you’ve been prancing around the penthouse since you got home from a particularly lengthy shopping spree. The damage all contained to daddy’s credit card.

Megumi doesn’t cause too much trouble for you these days. He sleeps through the night so long as you read him a story and leave on the night light. It reminds you of yourself when you see him cuddle up and drift off to sleep with his favourite plush.

Daddy doesn’t mind if you’re sleeping upon his return.

In fact, he prefers it.

It gives him time to shower and clean up the evidence of his misdemeanours before climbing into bed beside you. But he’s surprised when he gets back and sees the lights still on and R&B music softly plays throughout the apartment. You realise he’s home when you hear the door lock sharply behind him.

He saunters through the penthouse, his pace quickens as he ascends the stairs. He’s careful as he opens the door to Megumi’s bedroom, smiling as he sees his son sleeping soundly.

You spritz some perfume when you hear his footsteps approaching. It’s crazy how nervous he makes you, an unrelenting desire to be his perfect girl at all times. Maybe you shouldn’t have been chugging back champagne like it’s water, though.

“Baby?” he speaks, softly, not wanting to scare you if you’d just fallen asleep with the lights on. “I’m home, princess…” he smiles as you come into his view. Sitting so sweet ‘n patient on the end of the bed for him.

“Hi daddy.” you smile, crossing one leg over the other as you take another sip of champagne. “Missed you s’much…” you confess.

His eyes scan the room and takes in the countless shopping bags from high end stores. The aged scar on his lip pulls deliciously as he smirks at the sight, and then seeing you staring up at him so innocently makes his heart and his cock swell.

“Looks like you had some fun today. Gonna give daddy a heart attack if you keep this up.” he laughs, only half joking as he approaches to kiss your forehead. It’s soft, like you’ll shatter if he applies too much force. You’re so precious to him, so delicate.

“Wanted to get somethin��� nice for Shiu’s birthday party… wan’ you to be proud of me.” you explain, batting your lashes like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Daddy’s always proud of you.” he assures you, kissing you again. “This little outfit new?” he asks, eyes raking over your body to examine your new clothes. A short tight skirt and a plunging crop top that leaves little to the imagination. His body sinks so that he’s kneeling in front of you, caressing your thighs and rubbing soft circles into them.

“Mhmm, s’all new.” you nod, your legs uncross so that he can settle between them with ease. His green eyes still staring up at you like you are the first woman he’s ever seen. The only one that has and will ever mean something to him. “The boots are new too…” you tell him, showing off the tan over the knee platforms.

“They’re beautiful baby…” he tells you, head dipping to plant a chaste kiss to your thigh. He moves to pull away, though his movement halts before he can fully raise his head. His right hand smooths up your thigh and under your skirt, a single finger cocking the material to reveal your bare cunt. “What’s this? You couldn’t afford some pretty panties on my card or somethin’?” he grins.

“They’re over there.” you point, your perfectly manicured finger forcing his gaze to follow to see a sky-blue thong rolled up on the ground beside a bag filled with that very same thong in every colour.

“Oh dear, princess, how’d they get over there?” he teases you, widening your legs one at a time to ogle at your glittering flesh.

“I dunno…” you shrug, cheeks warming as he keeps grinning at you. “Think they fell off.” you lie, the little pout on your face hiding a shameful smile desperate to form.

“Awe, sweetheart. Been touchin’ yourself waitin’ for daddy?” he wonders, already knowing the answer. “Of course you have, look at the mess you’ve gotten yourself in.” he takes the champagne flute from your hand and places it out of reach, your hand briefly holds the crown of his head as he continues to kiss between your thighs.

“Maybe,” you giggle, biting your lip. “Need your help, daddy, please…” you beg. You look down at him as he rests his cheek on your thigh like a pillow. He sighs, though it isn’t filled with malice or disappointment. He’s tired, and he knows you should be sleeping.

“Okay, darlin’.” he nods. “It’s late, though, we’ve gotta sleep. Just my fingers, okay?” he suggests, though he means it like an instruction.

“No, daddy… please use your tongue.” you request, the words sound so angelic as they break free from your needy throat. “Promise I’ll sleep right after.”

“My tongue, huh?” he smirks. “Alright, baby. Cum in my mouth like a good girl.” he commands. His arms hook around your thighs as he allows his head to fall between them.

A raucous moan leaves you as you hear him slurping at your slick. You keep your legs open wide as both of your hands hold his head, petite fingers carding through obsidian locks. Your body shudders as lips wrap around your clit, easily sucking and almost forcing you off balance.

You release him from your grip and balance on your hands behind you, neck craned to look up at the ceiling despite your eyes being welded shut. Your mind and body controlled entirely by his mouth. Your thoughts swirling with the feeling and the building pleasure as he licks and laves and sucks and kisses.

He doesn’t say a word, but he can’t take his eyes off you. Watching how you react to everything he does. Seeing how you twitch and shudder when he changes his actions. You gasp as he reaches up to push your little crop top to rest near your clavicle. He encourages you to rest your newly freed leg over his shoulder as he nips and tweaks at your nipple.

“Fuh— daddy!” you cry.

The authoritative label never fails to make his cock leak whenever it spills from your pretty lips. He wants to touch himself while you cry out his name, and while you flood his mouth with your essence.

But he can’t.

He can’t because he knows if he does, he can’t rest there, he won’t.

He knows he’ll have to slip it between your puffy folds and fuck into you until your cunt is gushing and dribbling with your juices and his sticky, potent cum. He’ll fuck you until you’re unconscious and oblivious but so full and happy because he’s taken care of you just like a good daddy should.

He wants it all.

But he wants what’s best for you.

And he knows you should be resting, and so should he.

So, for now, straining against his pants while he devours your flavour is enough. Tears roll down your cheeks as he suckles and slurps again and again with no restraint, watching as you fail to hold back your bliss. His breath fans over your cunt when you look down at him. Crystalline tears clinging to your lashes like diamonds making his heart pound as he grunts into your heat.

“D-Daddy… think I-I’m close.” you tell him, a panicked strain in your words as you warn him. He keeps his pace and changes nothing, determined to bring you to your climax sooner rather than later. “Ah.. ah—! Feels funny, daddy! Ngh—!” you finish.

He pushes your legs apart as wide as they’ll go, he watches your pussy squirt clear liquid as you finish. He drinks it up like it’ll give him eternal youth, still swirling and licking his tongue over your cunt as he attempts to prolong the feeling for you. You stroke his head and play with his hair as he lets up on you, your body overcome with a chill as your tension leaves you.

You smile as he coats your body in gentle kisses, a silent action to note how proud he is. How much he adores you, how beautiful you are. He loves you more than words can begin to say.

He rests his head on your thigh again and stares up at you, his gaze filled with nothing but devotion. You feel him carefully pull down your boots without breaking his stare until he kisses down your legs behind the cold wake the absence of your boots cause.

“’m sleepy now, daddy.”

He smiles, happily. “Good girl.”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[dilfsfordinner]

summary- toji fails to prevent a completely preventable messy incident from occurring, involving his son

pairing- husband toji x fem!reader

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“You wanna do it?” Toji grinned, eyebrows raised as he watched little Megumi tug the ratchet from his grasp, waddling towards the raised car, brave enough to face the thing he’d thought a transformer just months prior.

Your car was in dire need of an oil change and being the caring husband that he was, Toji took up his place as mechanic for the day, his worry about typical shop workers taking advantage of women evident in his pleas for you to just stay home and let him do it.

Megumi also took up his place as the incredibly curious and stubborn one year old, his job apparently to make Toji’s work as hard as humanly possible, every babble or questionable crash tearing Toji’s attention away from the task at hand, which is why he stopped trying, and just let his son indulge in his childlike curiosity.

Of course, you would lose your mind if you knew that your baby was around such a large machine, but Toji knew himself and his capabilities, his reflexes practically inhuman, so he didn’t really mind a little thing running around his feet, as long as he kept an eye out.

“Alright, Megs, give it back,” Toji said gently, hand curling open to reveal a waiting palm, Toji realizing that the young boy did not intend to help him underneath the car. Rather, he’d started a game of tag, little feet scurrying to the other side of the garage, awaiting his father’s move.

Refusing to let a one year old bruise his competitive spirit, Toji used his skills to be across the room in a split second, large hands grabbing Megumi before he could run away, a loud slew of giggles leaving the young boy’s lips, Toji smiling as he held him up with only two hands, walking towards the car like he was holding a feral cat.

Setting the babbling child down, Toji got down on his level, kneeling to tell Megumi to stay back and watch for a second. Pulling himself under the car, Toji then began to use Megumi like a little assistant, asking for tools as needed. “Wrench please” and similar phrases continued for a while before Toji was ready to actually do the task at hand.

Humming in approval at his handiwork, Toji made one final request to the boy sitting beside his feet. “Can you get the jug of oil for me, please?” he asked gently, hands busy holding the port above him closed, his ears catching an excited “yes” and the patter of running feet retreating farther into the garage.

Too preoccupied to notice the unusual length of time it was taking for his son to grab the requested bottle, Toji continued his tinkering before an odd smack sounded, glugging sounds following soon after.

Pausing his movements, Toji craned his neck to try and see his son but before he could even question what had happened, a familiar sniffle sounded at his feet, loud cries flowing from his baby’s mouth.

Sighing, Toji quickly screwed the oil duct tight, and pulled himself from under the car. The sight he emerged to was certainly a surprising one. There, right next to all of his discarded tools, was an oil-covered Megumi, his whole body completely drenched with the thick, black substance.

Letting out a sympathetic laugh and sweet “It’s okay”s, Toji scooped up his crying child, tutting as the dripping kid hid his face in his dad’s chest, trying to hide or remove the liquid, Toji couldn’t tell.

Completely clueless to the situation outside, you were busy in the kitchen, making a snack for your husband as a thank you. For the first time in an hour, familiar footsteps sounded behind you as you chopped up some vegetables, smiling to yourself as you expected two arms to come wrap around you. What you didn’t expect was to hear the wails of your baby boy, and you especially couldn’t have prepared yourself to see him in the flesh.

“What happened,” you gasped as Toji held the young boy to his chest, a black trail of droplets gathering around his feet as you rushed up to the two of them. Cradling little Megumi’s face, oil coated your hands, anger bubbling inside of you, the only funnel being a slap to your husband’s shoulder, narrowed eyes turning up to meet his own.

“I told you to leave him in here,” you huffed, your angry tone fizzling into sympathetic coos as your attention turned back to your son. “It was an accident,” Toji’s voice had that humorous lilt to it, one that was really good at making your very motherly nature less worrisome. “It happens to workers all the time, he’ll be okay.”

And he was right, because after what seemed to be hours of scrubbing and a whole bottle of dawn dish soap later, the previously oily Megumi was squeaky clean, and incredibly happy as he munched away on his dinner. Toji couldn’t help but retell the story a million times, ignoring your reprimanding words as he fell into a fit of laughter, which eventually had your lips starting to pull into a smile, Megumi none the wiser, his memory about the incident already wiped away.

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[doomedlovers]

call me daddy

char: toji fushiguro word count: 1.9 k tags: smut, mdni, m!reader, amab!reader, bot/sub!reader, dom!toji pwp, unprotected sex, moderate feminisation, toji wants to impregnate reader but that doesn't actually happen, anal fingering, penetration, nipple play (?), i think there's spanking in there don't quote me on that, pet names, slight alcohol use, not the safest of sex and probably inaccurate but eyyyy, dubcon if you squint.

toji fushiguro was a peculiar man. from the moment (y/n) met him, he couldn’t help but feel a weird, almost magnetic pull, towards the lazy man with that cocky smirk of his and those intoxicatingly beautiful green eyes. even when toji was at his lowest, drinking beer from a stray bottle on his dirty floor, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel not only sympathy, but immense attraction towards him. and thus, he’d help the older man off the floor, shove him in the shower, praying that toji’s towel around his hips would fall before he managed to close the door. but alas, a man could only hope.

(y/n) had been letting toji crash at his place for a while now, seeing as that was a much better option than spending entire nights over at the horse tracks bleachers, hiding from the officers patrolling. over time, he noticed the little habits toji had. how he’d bite on the side his scar was situated when he was thinking hard for once. or how he’d disappear for days and suddenly come back with a shit ton of money— money that toji slowly started using to pamper (y/n) with fancy dinners. well, right before he spent the rest on booze and horse racing. but hey, at least he cared, right?

for a while now, toji had expressed missing his son, but more so, he had expressed how much he wanted to take care of another baby— forgetting that the first time around he wasn’t exactly a model father. and yet, the older man kept expressing how much he had wanted a baby.

“i remember when my wife was pregnant,” he pondered in a drunken haze one night, looking at the empty bottle of booze between his legs. he had a bittersweet smile on his face, the moonlight cascading onto his dark hair. toji was aware that when his wife was alive, when he still had their son, he wasn’t a model husband. sometimes he wished he could try all over again. other times, he had no regrets over how he chose to live his life. why should he be restricted and tied down? and yet, he yearned for those moments his wife depended on him, how cute she were when she was pregnant with their child. how doting she was when she took care of little megumi. but now, he only had booze and horse racing to look forward to. and (y/n), he supposed.

the next morning, (y/n) woke up with a huge hug tugging on his underwear, ever so slightly. the wind of a deep breath rang next to his ears, making him shiver as his eyes fluttered open. “wha…” he muttered softly as he turned his head ever so slightly, his gaze meeting those mischievous green eyes.

“good morning, baby boy,” toji said in a gruff voice, the smirk evident in his tone. his hand slowly left the band of (y/n)’s underwear, delving inside his shirt and touching his skin. “never noticed ya smell so intoxicating…” he purred into (y/n)’s ear.

(y/n) could feel something poking his lower back, quickly awaking from his haze. looking at toji, the way he was holding him, the way his hands ghosted over his skin giving him goosebumps… it was exactly what he had been wishing for so damn long. perhaps he should stop the other male; this probably didn’t mean anything either. chances were, toji just got horny and he was the closest body he could have his way with. but god, even that mere thought of toji finding him attractive enough to bang made him grow a tent in his boxers.

with a lazy turn, (y/n) faced toji, his own eyes looking up at the other male. for a moment, he just stared at toji’s face. that tantalising smirk on his lips that made his intentions known, that goddamn scar beneath his lip, making him even more attractive. those green eyes, filled with mischief and playfulness, but by gods, was he drunk on all of him.

toji’s hand climbed beneath (y/n)’s shirt and slowly traced circles around his stomach. a sparkle flickered in his gaze, his body leaning closer to the other male. “you’d look so adorable with a fucking bump here…”

“pardon…?” (y/n) asked as he looked up at toji. just now he was able to smell the faintest traces of alcohol in toji’s breath, and in paired with his latest discussions… gods knew what toji wanted to do with him. and yet, despite his better instincts, (y/n) found himself getting into the idea… sure, was it biologically impossible? kinda yeah. that made it no less hot.

soon enough, toji’s hand reached higher, caressing the other male’s nipples, flicking the sensitive buds. propping himself up on his free elbow, toji leaned his head to press open-mouthed wet kisses on (y/n)’s neck. soft sighs escaped his lips as he flipped the other male on his back, effectively climbing on top of him. slowly, he took off (y/n)’s shirt and threw it on the ground far away, his mouth now latching onto the soft skin of his chest. one hand was propping him up, while the other was now playing with (y/n)’s boxers, his fingers playfully kneading his ass ever so slightly, before going back up to caress his waist.

soon enough, the older male had unbuckled his belt and discarded his trousers somewhere on the bedroom’s floor. his hands worked meticulously on taking off (y/n)’s briefs, tossing them away. both their hard-ons were now visible, basking in the air of sex that filled the room. (y/n) squirmed as toji’s large hand pumped twice his cock, before he brought it close to his own. a dry laugh left toji’s lips as he rubbed their lengths together, a smirk tugging on his features.

(y/n) closed his eyes from the stimulation, wiggling under toji’s grasp. soon enough, he felt two large hands holding his hips upwards. he saw toji circle his cock around his room, smearing his precum on his twitching hole. he felt a slight change as toji held him up with one arm, as his other rummaged the drawers, before taking out a slender bottle. squirting the lube on his fingers, toji inserted first one, then two fingers inside of (y/n)’s ass, the pace quick and impatient.

toji seemed unfased by (y/n)’s squirmed over the cold sensation within him, or the constant stretch of his asshole. and while he loved the expressions (y/n) was making, he couldn’t help but make his pace quicker and quicker, impatient to start the real thing. after a few moments, he noticed (y/n) shudder, the male’s cock leaking precum. with a scoff, he stopped his motions completely, wiping his hands on his abs.

a whine escaped (y/n)’s lips.

“i’m not letting you cum until i fucking breed you,” toji said with a sneer, licking his bottom lip at the sight of the male beneath him. he was sure the other male protested, but he didn’t case as he grabbed the other man’s waist and pushed him closer to him. propping (y/n)’s legs over his shoulder, he circled his cock around his rim. “i’m gonna breed you so fucking good.”

before the man beneath him could even process those words, toji entered him fully. toji’s balls rested against the male’s ass, precum already leaking both their cocks. (y/n) was almost speechless at how full toji’s cock made him feel. he had been daydreaming about this scenario, ever since toji had started living with him. and yet, no imagination, no amount of times masturbating to the thought of the older man, could possibly prepare him not only for the sheer girth of his cock, but also the force with which he’d push it in.

toji briefly looked at (y/n)’s fucked out face of pleasure, before he started slamming his hips back and forth with an insane pace. it was as if he was driven by powers higher than both of them. as if there was some kind of biological need to cum right at that moment. for the first few thrusts it was painful, but it only took a few seconds for (y/n) to get used to the feeling and the immense pleasure it brought him. the pain, the pleasure, the way the older male slipped in and out of his gaping hole were enough to make him cum in matters of seconds. a guttural moan escaped his lips as he came all over his and toji’s abs.

toji stopped his thrusts for a moment, as he saw the cum covering his abs. adjusting (y/n)’s leg on his shoulder, before one of his hands reached to smear the cum all over (y/n)’s stomach. he drew a circle and then slightly pressing the other male’s stomach, as if trying to find the outline of his own cock. reaching the other guy’s abdomen, he smirked.

“that’s where i’m gonna pump a baby in you,” was all he said as he started thrusting again, holding (y/n) tightly against him so he wouldn’t be able to escape his deep thrusts. small grunts escaped his lips as he looked at the male beneath him, the face he made, the tears in his eyes. “you’re gonna make me a daddy,” he whispered almost softly, as he gripped on the headboard for better stability as he kept thrusting inside, even more harshly than before.

(y/n) could feel himself get close again, his moans getting more high pitched as he tried to let toji know. one hand was gripping on the sheets, while the other was grabbing toji’s arm that loomed above him. “i-i’m clo-ahhhh… i’m close-”

and when he expected toji to go even more feral than before, if that was even possible, he could feel toji’s thrusts get more shallow, less quick. “no, not yet, baby boy…” he said in a hushed tone, trying to catch his breath. “you haven’t been nearly as vocal as i want you to be…”

“you’ve got to be shitting-ahh!” mid-sentence, toji curled his hips, pushing his cock deeply inside (y/n) before pulling away completely again.

“that’s nice, but you can do better.”

toji started thrusting again at a brutal pace, and when (y/n) tried to muffle his screams, he’d stop again. this happened a few times, not only teasing and edging (y/n)— who was so damn close, and yet so fucking far away— but also ensuring the other’s throat wouldn’t work properly for at least a couple of days. and yet, the louder (y/n) got, the closer to the edge toji was, the more feral his thrusts were.

“that’s fucking it,” toji growled, his nails now digging into the headboard as his hips moved almost mechanically. “gonna fucking fill you up. knock you up. that’s what you’ve been wanting eh? you– shittt… you think i-i hadn’t noticed? huh?”

at this point, toji was muttering incoherent sentences. he kept going and going, pushing his hips in and out in and out and in— as if a tidal wave crushed onto him, he moved his hands from the headboard and put them again on (y/n)’s waist, pulling him towards his hips, as if he wanted no droplet of his cum to be wasted. he could feel the other male convulse under him as a grin spread on his lips before he pushed his hips a few more times, fucking his cum further inside (y/n)’s hole.

with a soft pop toji finally pulled out of (y/n)’s rim and took a look at the male. dirty, tired and completely fucked out would be the words he’d use to describe him. a proud smirk stretched across his lips as he gave a playfully spank on the guy’s thigh before putting them back on the bed. sitting on the edge of the bed, he rested his elbows on his knees as he looked back again at the mess of a man he had left.

“ready for round two?”

[nejiverse]

KIDS AND CARS

Toji Fushiguro

In which Toji who has been a father for six years is bested by his own girlfriend who has never been a mother. Fem! Reader

cw: none, im starting the ‘megumi being an expressive kid’ agenda 🫡

700ish words

Megumi was at that age where he rebelled against everything and anything Toji said or did. Frankly, it was starting to annoy Toji, he was starting to think his own son was trying to make his life a living hell on purpose

Then there was you who made it seem so effortless. Toji couldn’t comprehend why his six year old son only listened to his girlfriend

This particular day, Toji had an unimpressed look etched on his face as he folded his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. He was clearly fed up

“You have to put your toys away Megumi, I keep stepping on them”, he tried to be somewhat nice, he really did. But the boy just flat out ignored him as if he was deaf or something, continuing to bash his toy cars against each other while mimicking explosion noises. He was sat comfortably on the living room carpet with not a care in the world

Toji felt like a vein was about to burst as his brow twitched involuntarily. “I’m talking to you brat”, he spoke sternly, his patience drawing thin

In Toji’s defence, the little boy’s cars were scattered absolutely everywhere, it was hard to walk by without stepping on one. Besides, he was only playing with three out of the millions of toy cars on the floor

“Don’t wanna”.

Toji itched his head and clenched his teeth. Since when did his little boy upgrade from a simple ‘no’ to a ‘don’t wanna’?

Without a doubt, out of all the opponents he had faced in his lifetime, Megumi had to be his biggest challenge yet

“Yeah well I don’t give a fu—”, before Toji could finish his sentence, a hand came over his mouth

“Be nice”, his beloved girlfriend had a frown on her face because of his vulgar language

Toji sighed, relaxing his facial muscles and unfolding his arms. “Yeah yeah”

The woman approached Megumi, crouching down beside him with two of his little toy boxes in her hands after overhearing the whole situation while she was tidying his room.

“Say Megs”, she started with the nickname he loved to hear. “I’m really bored right now, can you play a game with me?”, at the mention of a game, Megumi perked up, turning to face Y/n

“What game?”, he asked, curiosity evident in his big blue eyes

“Whoever can pick up the most cars and put them into these boxes in 30 seconds wins!”, she explained before feigning a sad expression. “Oh but I don’t think you’ll be able to beat me, I am a faster runner than you after all”

Megumi felt challenged. “Liar! I’m the fastest!”, he boasted proudly

She smirked. “We’ll see about that….3, 2, 1, go!”, and the both of them scrambled to pick up as many cars as they could from the ground

Toji watched in amazement how good she was with him without ever having any experience with kids. He definitely chose the right person to date

Later that evening, after Megumi was tucked into bed and the house was quiet (finally), Y/n got comfortable between Toji’s legs as he threw on a random movie.

“Thanks for earlier, I feel like Megumi has a secret vendetta against me at the moment”, he commented

She laughed. “Im sure he doesn’t, you just have to know how to approach him”, she leaned her head against his chest. “He really is a good kid”.

“Mhm”, he hummed against her neck as his head moved to rest on her shoulder, his arms slithering around her waist

“Makes me think we’d do alright with more, y’know?”, his hands moved under her shirt and massaged the flesh around her stomach

She couldn’t resist the smile that creeped onto her lips as she turned around in his arms. “Toji Fushiguro are you asking me to have your kids?”.

“Is that a yes?”.

Well, is it?

a/n: off topic but kinda wanna start writing for bleach now that im caught up with the newest season 🤭 (requests opened btw)

masterlist :)

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Helloooo can I request single dad Toji living with his son megumi but then neighbor reader moves in and yk HAHHAHAH anyways love ur works

Hi!! Okay, okay, okay SOOOOO cute 🥰 I LOVE this trope sooooo much. Thank you smmm anon 💕💕 I have the smexiest ask in my inbox rn, so I thought I would start with some innocent fluff 🤭

Toji is like... super down bad in this one btw

One and a Half Men □○

Toji swore off of dating the day he became a single father. Never again, he told himself. He was too busy. Too preoccupied. Too grown to be playing a twenty-something year old's game. It was evident by his whisps of gray hair, earned over the three and a half challenging years of fatherhood.

When Megumi was first born, Toji found him and his bundle of joy a nice enough apartment, conveniently next to an uninhabited one so Megumi's cries wouldn't wake up any neighbors. Toji kept his head down and focused on what he needed to do. He worked, he took care of his baby boy, and he just kept moving forward.

And he kept good on his promise... very good. Until you showed up.

"Oh, good morning Megumi! Hi Mr. Toji, how are you guys doing today?"

There you were. A beautiful, shining sweetheart, kind and angelic down to your very core. A college student, roughly twenty years old, full of life and hope and love. And the Fushiguro's neighbor of six months.

"I told ya' a million times doll, don't call me Mr. Anything. Makes me feel older than I already am." Toji can't help the way his heart pulses in his chest everytime you flash that bright smile his way. He wishes he could.

"Okay, Mr. Toji." You giggle him off, shrugging away his gruff tone as Megumi let's go of his dad's finger and starts waddling over to you, the smallest smile parting his chubby cheeks.

"Hi y~y/n. M'mmorning. I have new shirt." Megumi makes his way over to you, grabbing your hand with one of his while the other stretches the fabric of his yellow and blue t-shirt towards you, showing it off.

"Oh wow! I see! You look very dapper this morning, Megumi!" Toji watches as you crouch down in front of Megumi, absent-mindedly patting down the raven strands of hair protruding out of the little boys' scalp

Hm, Toji thinks, watching as you blabber back and forth with the little man, smile widening more and more with every word Megumi stumbles out.

A buzzing notification from his phone distracts him from the heartwarming scene. Fuck, graveyard shift tonight.

"Well, I'm very glad you like it, you look suuuuper handsome, just like your daddy." Toji's ears perk up when he hears that. He let's a smirk slip when he realizes you're already looking at him, holding little Gumi's hand.

Hearing Megumi's quiet giggles reminds him of his current conundrum. He doesn't have anyone to look after Megumi tonight.

"Um hey, y/n, are you busy tonight?" Toji scratches the back of his neck, keeping a cool composure as his heart picks up speed.

"No, I don't think so! Why?" You stand up, caressing Megumi's head when he clings to your legs.

"I don't like asking for favors, but could you watch Megumi tonight? I'll pay ya." Toji ignores Megumi's excited squeal at the mention of spending the night at your place, knowing at this rate, he would probably have the same reaction.

"Oh my god, I'd love to! You really don't have to pay me, it would be my pleasure. He's such a little gentleman." Almost as excited as Megumi, you agree, softly squeezing the toddler's tiny shoulders.

You say your goodbyes, explaining how you need to run to the store and that Toji can drop Megumi off whenever.

As you wave goodbye, Megumi turns back to his daddy, huge smile overtaking his dumpling face.

"Yay, tank you dada! I wuv y/n, so nice and pretty." Toji has never seen his little boy so excited.

"Yeah, me too, little guy." Toji mused, walking down the apartment building's hallway, distracted by confirming his shift with his boss.

"Dada wove y/n too?" Megumi mumbles to himself, looking up at his dad with bright, hopeful eyes.

"Uhm, huh? Uh she's a very nice young lady, Megs." Realizing what he said, he backtracks, distracting Megumi with under chin tickles.

"Okay Dada." Megumi giggles, scrunching his chin to his chest, trying to stop the tingles infecting his little body.

...

Megumi was quick to warm up to you when you first moved in. It was just something about you. Maybe it was the same thing that had Toji head over heels the moment he first talked to you.

You were so refreshing to be around. Both Toji and Megumi were so used to only having each other. A young, smiling, motherly woman was such a fulfilling person to have around. Like a missing piece. Your presence was magnetic to the small family, both of them adoring you, only in different ways.

Everything about you was so beautiful. It almost made Toji nervous...

"Dada... knock knock." Megumi pulls Toji's hand towards your door, reminding him of the task at hand.

"You got it bud." Toji picks Megumi up under his armpits, letting him do the knocking.

Immediately, the door swings open, revealing a smiling you, clad in a flimsy tank top and baggy sweatpants.

"Megumi!!" You exclaim, laughing as the little boy grabs your neck and transfers himself into your arms.

"Yayyayayay, y/n!" Megumi squeezes you before turning to his dad.

"Bye bye, dada. Night night." Megumi immediately waves to his dad, almost kicking him out.

"Hold on, little man. Let me talk to y/n for a minute." Toji huffed a laugh as you smiled, moving to the side to let him in.

Toji declined coming in, explaining that he didn't want to intrude. He began explaining that Megumi was due for sleep, saying how it's already way past his bedtime. You point to your room, assuring him that Megumi would be sleeping like a king and that you were drowning in school work, too much to worry about sleeping on the couch.

Toji nodded along, beginning to tune your melodic voice out as he observed the way a sleepy Megumi snuggled into your neck, and the way your hand cradled his head, carding through his messy hair.

"Okay, well, I don't want to keep you too long, Toji! Megumi is safe and sound, and will be asleep verrryyy soon." You tease the little boy, knowing that he's already fighting sleep, dozing off on your shoulder.

Toji smiled when he didn't hear an honorific before his name. Your body froze up as he moved unbelievably close to you, face rubbing against yours as he cups the back of Megumi's head, kissing him goodnight.

"Thanks again, text me if you need anything. Be a good boy Gumi, love ya." Toji waves goodbye as you close the door, turning in your place to take a deep breath, feeling your heated cheeks with the back of your hand, pulling yourself together. What a man.

Your fan-girling subsides when you feel a yawn against your neck, reminding you of the exhausted little boy in your arms.

"Let's get you to bed, buddy. We can have fun in the morning, okay?" You feel a mumble on your skin as you walk to your room, taking in the little boys matching pajamas, little toes covered with fluffy socks. Your heart melts in your chest. How cute.

"Alright, there we go. All set, bud?" You smile down at Megumi tucked in your pink bedding, little head resting on your memory foam pillow.

"Back rub, please?" Megumi pleads, instinctively rubbing his scalp with flat hands. That's where the messy hair comes from.

"Okay, bud." You soften your voice as the boy rolls around in your bed, laying on his chubby little tummy.

He hums happily when he feels the weight of your hand on his back, making grabby hands at your unoccupied one, asking to hold it.

"Dada woves you. He said so to me." Megumi smiles softly, squeezing you hand.

"Oh! Um... oh! He said that?" A wave of shock and flush runs through your body, chest and face heating up.

"Mhm. He thinks you're pretty. I think he wants- marry you." Gumi goes rouge as sleep clouds his little mind, cutting into his own sentences.

"Allrrighhtt Megs... let's focus on bedtime, okay?" You giggle out, feeling like a schoolgirl after hearing the unreliable narrator's thoughts.

"Mmh, okay. Night night, Mama."

...

You didn't get a lick of sleep. How could you? Piles of work was banging at your brain, but the only thing you could think of was Toji and Megumi. Mama.

Pulling at your face, you snap out of your panicked thoughts when you hear a door open and the weight of a tiny body running to your couch. Looking up, your heart breaks in half.

"Y/nnn, bad dreammm. I had bad dream." Megumi sobs out, hands seeking comfort in his hair rubbing his head in agony. His face is puffy and red as tears run down his chubby cheeks, sniffing and crying.

"Oh Gumi, I'm sorry baby... here, come here honey." Climbing onto the couch, Megumi rushes into your arms, holding onto you like you would disappear. Sighing, you stand up with the little boy koala bear-ing you, pacing back and forth as you hush him.

Gazing at the time displayed on the oven, you see that it's already four in the morning. Megumi burrows himself into your body, getting as close as possible to you, seeking the maternal comfort your provide.

"M so sleepy. Don't wanna be by myself." Megumi eventually sighs after tiring himself out, fidgeting with the strap of your tank top.

"Let's sit down, okay bubs? Let's just take some deep breaths." You feel like a nervous wreck, hoping you're comforting Megumi well enough, not fully knowing what to do.

Sitting back down, you pat his back, resting your head on the back of the couch. The weight of Megumi's tired head on your chest grounds you. As you begin dozing off, you feel Megumi's grip on you relax, signaling his sleep.

Exhaling, you rest your arms around the resting lump, finally letting sleep overtake you.

...

Bright and early, you're awoken by the sounds of cabinets opening and closing. You freak out, thinking someone was ransacking your apartment before you open your eyes to see a little body wandering around your kitchen.

"Thirsty." Was the only explanation you get from the messy haired boy as he continued look for a glass.

Pouring him a glass of water, you place him on a chair in your small kitchen, starting his breakfast.

Megumi mumbles to himself as you prepare his scrambled eggs, keeping himself entertained. As you sit across from him, placing his plate in front of him, he smiles and thanks you quietly before digging in.

You drink your coffee, enjoying the peace and quiet provided by Megumi's preoccupied mind...

"Y/n?"

"Yes, Gumi?"

"Do you love dada?"

Megumi brings it up again. Great. Nosey little boy.

"Because I want a mommy. And you're good at it. I think you should be my mama."

"Hey, Gumi, what's your favorite dinosaur?" You blurt out, stopping the conversation as soon as possible.

The little boy glares at you, too smart to be tricked, but giving in anyway.

"T-rex."

...

"Dada! Y/n took good care of me!" Megumi sung the highest of praises when you opened the door to an exhausted Toji.

"I'm sure she did! I hope he didn't give you too much trouble." Toji teased, seeing the dark bags manifesting under your eyes.

"No, not at all, he's a very good boy." You smiled giving Megumi one last hug before he grabbed onto his dad's thumb.

"Thank you so much again, really it means the world to us." Toji reminded you, pulling a fifty out of his pocket, almost begging you to take it. You insisted on him keeping it, joking that the economy is too tough to be stealing his money. Saying their final goodbyes, Toji and Megumi left you alone with your thoughts.

Oh my god. Toji looked so good. His sweatshirt made his already huge frame look unbelievably broader, looking so protective as he held onto his little boy at your door.

You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

*PART TWO IS NOW UP!!!!!* https://www.tumblr.com/sillysillygoofygoose/740703539826917377/one-and-a-half-men-one?source=share

[kissme-suguru]

I like to think Toji has a big thing for MILFs and when he looks at his Wifey who already gave birth to Baby Gumi, he fell in love cuz now he has a MILF wife~ He doesn't care if guys say Women are ugly after pregnancy, he thinks she still looks so fucking pretty, her body is practically glowing

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Toji showing his wifey some love

MDNI 18+

Toji Fushiguro x Post Pregnancy! Reader, fluff, smut, praise, body appreciation, Soft dom Toji, insecure reader, cunnilingus, squirting, one use of 'slut'

No cause I whole heartedly agree with you, I could see him lowkey catching an attitude if he saw you judging your appearance.

Toji would constantly praise your body, making sure to give you any reassurance even when you didn't believe him.

Any chance he had to rub your swollen belly he would take. "Look at this gorgeous belly, all round with my baby." And after you give birth? The man would shower every part of your body with love and soft touches.

His eyes would stare at your frame as you examined your body in the mirror with a somber face. Coming up behind you and running his big hands over every part you felt insecure about while kissing your neck. When you look away from the mirror he'd reach up and turn your face to continue looking as he rubbed your body.

A month after having Megumi Toji practically leaped on you when you tell him you can have sex again. He wasted no time stripping off your oversized pajamas and revealing your gorgeous post pregnancy body. His scared lips kissing down inch by inch, stopping at your belly that was adorned with stretch marks. A tsk of disapproval left his lips when he saw you turn your head away and try to cover yourself, feeling nervous and embarrassed at how your body had changed.

"Nu uh, none of that mama. Let me look at you." He gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him, in his eyes was nothing but love and lust.

"But Toji-"

"But nothing. I've been without this gorgeous body for damn near a year." He smothered your stomach in kisses before moving down in between your plump thighs, ghosting his tongue over your soft skin. "This body is so fucking perfect. You carried and birthed our son, I won't have you thinking bad about yourself, ya hear me?"

You nodded with heated cheeks, arousal burning in your lower stomach.

"Keep your eyes on me as I eat this pretty pussy, mama." Toji laid flat on his stomach, hiking your thighs on top of his muscular shoulders before diving into your entrance immediately.

His tongue moved up and down your folds, latching onto your swollen clit. A low groan left his lips when you reached down to tug on his dark locks, after being pent up for so long it didn't take much to drive you towards the edge. Toji kept his eyes on you as he ate you out like a starved man, his cock throbbing against the mattress.

He brought his fingers into the mix to double your pleasure. The sounds of your moans and wetness bouncing off the walls, almost a little too loud. "Shh, baby. You'll wake the brat if you keep whining like a lil slut."

He lifted his head and continued to thrust his thick fingers in and out of your squelching hole, watching you grind into his touch with a smirk on his lips. "My pretty wifey, ya gonna cum?"

"Fuck-yes Toji, I'm so close."

"Good girl, cum for me. Let me see this pretty pussy soak my hand." The sound of his words pushing you over the edge and making your thighs tremble in pleasure as you squirted all over his hand. Your chest rose and fell while you caught your breath and watched Toji lick your wetness from his hand.

"Mm, you taste so fucking good baby. So perfect." Toji crawled back up and kissed your lips with need, allowing you to taste yourself. A evident smirk on his lips when he pulled away. "I'm not done with you yet, mama. I gotta make up for all the lost time."

It was gonna be a loooonggg night.

[dyeher]

WHAT DADDY DESERVES| NSFW

Includes: toji fushiguor x fem! reader

Warnings: age gap, shibari, smut, knife play, fear play, light humiliation, degradation, female identifying reader, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, impact play [pussy and ass spanking], choking, face fucking, cum eating, edging, dacryphilia, cucking [sort of], creampie, overstimulation.

Summary: toji’s never been given a gift like this before. bless megumi’s little heart for knowing his daddy so well.

“What the hell is this?”

Truthfully, Toji couldn't say for certain what he expected when Megumi had announced after dinner that there was a surprise waiting for him in his home office. Maybe an expensive bottle of liquor, a new handgun, a cologne, a card, or nothing at all. Though the latter was more a self-deprecating expectation than anything else. Further, he didn’t think his son was capable of surprising him. Toji, up until this exact moment, had convinced himself that he had seen enough in his lifetime to ensure nothing would ever truly surprise him.

And yet, the sight of you- gagged and artfully tied in golden ribbons- kneeling next to his desk has left him stupefied.

“Megumi- What the fuck?” he gestures to your trembling body. “What the hell has gotten into you?”

“I see the way you look at her old man,” he can feel Megumi’s eyes on his back. “You can take what I’ve so graciously offered or you can look a gift horse in the mouth. Either way, she’s yours for the rest of the night.”

If Toji’s cock wasn’t one wrong move away from bursting the seams of his slacks he might have denied Megumi’s observation until he was blue in the goddamn face. You were too young, too beautiful, too innocent, too much of his son’s fucking girlfirend to be sitting next to his desk with nothing but literal scraps of fabric covering your...important parts. As it stood his cock was embarrassing him, and it wasn’t helping that he hadn’t looked anywhere but at you since he spotted you.

God but you were beautiful. Admittedly whether you were wrapped up like a christmas present or fully clothed Toji knows he’d still be staring at you, granted in the latter instances it would be easier to tear his gaze away from the wealth of exposed flesh, because there would be no exposed flesh.

“Be gentle with her, don’t get her pregnant, no anal,” Megumi says, and maybe Toji makes a sound of agreement because his son leaves after that, a mumbled ‘Happy Father’s day’ his parting words.

The slamming of his office door makes you jump, and the delicious jiggling of your breasts as a result leaves Toji reeling. You’re staring up at him with such open abandon that Toji slumps into the closest chair. Evidently, Megumi hadn’t forced you into these shibari knots, you’d gone willingly. Toji supposes there’s something to be said about the fact that his son knows his tastes well. From where Toji sits on the single arm chair in the room, he can spot one particularly aggravating knot that he loves. Nestled next to your clit, he imagines the knot is likely soaked from your constant shifting.

There’s something morally wrong with wanting to stuff your son’s girlfriend full of cock. Unless, your son gives you the green light and said girlfriend is looking at you like you’re her salvation. Then it’s a matter of self defense, because obviously the two have conspired to ruin his already crumbling mental factions and thus, as he stands and approaches you he convinces himself that he’s fucking you for the sake of defending those mental factions.

The gag is drenched and Toji doesn’t care that they’ll get saliva on the paperwork laid out on his desk, he has half a mind to rub the sopping material along the length of his cock before your mouth opens on an adorable ‘ah’ that makes his cock twitch in anticipation. First, he needs to get you out of these ties because he needs to feel all of you. He needs to feel every inch of glorious skin and he needs it like he needs his next fucking breath.

So he cuts you free of the looping material, doesn’t even bother to listen to your little huffs of protests as your hands spring free and then your legs, and then your breasts relax when the ribbon at the bottom and the top come undone. He pulls you to your feet and drags you to the chair he’d previously occupied. You follow after him, standing between his thighs as he cuts you the rest of the way free.

The knife grazes the inside of your thigh teasingly, Toji doesn’t need to cut that part- the part pressed achingly close to your clit- free he only needs to tug on the knot, but when your hands fly to his shoulders coupled with an adorable whimper and he looks up to find your lips parted, eyes glazed over he brings the knife higher.

Your breath hitches and Toji can’t swallow his surprised chuckle fast enough.

“You like playing with knives, angel face?”

Your response is a jerky nod that Toji’s sure you had no conscious control of. He flips the knife so the dull back of it drags along the inside of your thigh, when it reaches the soft, puffy lip of your pussy he has to wrap an arm around your waist to stop you from collapsing. He pulls it away and helps you onto his lap, pressing your back against the chair’s arm and draping your legs across his thighs and over the other arm.

“Tell me something,” he urges, the knife in one hand held away from your body and the other gripping the back of your neck to keep your face angled to his. “Do you want this?”

“Yes- yes sir,” you lick your lips nervously and Toji nods.

“And did Megumi force you to do this?”

You glance away. Toji’s entire body goes taught. If Megumi forced you to have sex with him, if he’s blackmailing yo-

“It was my idea,” you admit.

Toji blinks, unsure he’d heard correctly. “Say that again?”

“It was- it was my idea, Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji takes a long look at the way you’re spread out for him, your skin dented where the knots were pressed against your flesh, covered in a thin layer of sweat that leaves you glowing under the harsh lights of his office. Your breaths come in quick harsh pants, your legs twitch with each breath and Toji’s certain the dampness of his slacks has nothing to do with the fact that his cock is leaking into his boxers.

Toji wonders for one insane second what he could have possibly done to deserve this kind of gift. As far as he was concerned he was a mediocre parent at best. Love could really only provide so much emotional cushioning before it wasn’t enough. Not to mention his constant absence from his kid’s life because of work. It didn’t make sense that Megumi would give him something as precious as you. If he were a better man he would turn you down nicely, reassure you that it wasn’t that he didn't want you but it was just messed up. Thank the stars in the sky that he wasn’t a better man.

He glances down at you squirming in his lap and shuts off the part of his brain screaming at him to stop. He grasps a handful of your tits and squeezes gently, rolling the puckered nipple in between his fingers until your back arches off the chair arm. He drops the knife onto the end table next to him and uses that hand to drag down the center of your body as he sucks the nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” you gasp.

His hand settles at the top of your pussy and he chuckles at your desperate whimper. He keeps it there as he switches to your other nipple. Toji takes his time, he operates on the belief that this is the only chance he’ll ever get to explore your body, to touch you however he likes without worrying about repercussions. So, as he sucks languidly at your nipples he rubs slow circles at the top of your pussy, right above your clit. A taste of what he could do. When you’re squirming so bad he’s forced to tighten his grip on you he finally pulls away from your chest he peppers kisses up your sternum, and along your throat until he reaches your lips.

“Are you sure you want this, angel face?” he asks.

“Yes- yes please,” you answer shakily.

“Good, you know what the stoplight system is?” Toji hides his excitement at your nod. “We’re gonna use that system, angel face. Remind me what it is?”

“Red means I want you to stop whatever you’re doing, yellow means slow down because what we’re doing is making me feel a little uncomfortable, green means I’m okay with whatever you’re doing and I think you should continue.”

Toji smiles, “Just about. What’s your colour right now?”

“Green,” you pant, wiggling so your ass settles between his legs on the chair. Toji is momentarily distracted when you brace the soles of your feet on the chair arm and your legs butterfly open. He catches a glimpse of slicked pussy lips as they part, strings of your arousal connecting them to each other.

“Good,” he answers absently and then he’s dipping his fingers into your messy little cunt. “So fucking wet,” he glances up to find your eyes glued to where his fingers have disappeared between the lips of your pussy.

He drags two fingers along your slit, collecting and spreading your cum up to your clit where he rubs light circles around it. Your responding whimper goes straight to his cock. He pulls his fingers away and with his eyes trained on yours he sucks your cum off his fingers. Your eyes widen adorably and Toji ducks to kiss you.

It dawns on him, when your lips part immediately under his, warm and soft and compliant that his son has probably fucked you under this roof. He uses the kiss as a distraction as he reaches for his knife. He flips it so the blade is facing him and gingerly runs the handle along the inside of your thigh.

Your body jerks.

“Easy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”

Toji watches you struggle to regulate your breathing, but you’re shaking so bad it’s a little concerning. When you manage to squeak out your affirmative he leaves a chaste kiss to your mouth and turns his attention to his knife and your pretty pussy.

“I have to ask,” he starts conversationally, as the handle continues to climb the sensitive skin. “Why this and not something uh...normal?”

“What?” you ask dumbly.

He chuckles. “Well, Megumi could’ve gotten me a blank card and I’d have been grateful-” he stops just before he reaches your pussy lips again and flips the knife around so the blade is pressed flat against the inside of your thigh, “-but you suggested this-” he drags his eyes along your exposed body, “-so I’m asking you why this?”

You gulp when the blade bumps into your labia. “I- I don’t-”

Toji presses the blade flat against your cunt, covering one labia entirely.You inhale sharply, your limbs locking as you struggle not to close your legs around the knife. The cool press of the blade against the heated flesh causes goosebumps to erupt along your skin. He waits as you exhale slowly. He doesn’t move, just stares at you expectantly.

“Well? You still haven’t answered, angel face.”

“I don’t- I don’t know,” you stutter, your body trembles with the effort it takes not to move less the knife cuts you.

“I think you do,” Toji tuts. “You must, because I’m sure you’d have to convince Megumi somehow and you couldn’t have convinced him if you didn’t know.” He pulls the knife away and slaps at your cunt with it before pressing it back to your labia. “Try again. Why this?”

Tears gather at the corner of your eyes and Toji can just make out the way your pulse is pounding at the base of your throat. “I- I wanted to- I wanted to fuck you,” you answer. “Meg- Megumi- Megumi can’t say no to me.”

Toji freezes. “Who else?”

“Mr. Fushi-”

“Call me Toji. Now answer the question.”

The knife presses harder against you and your body twitches, the tears spill over and a half sob breaks free as you scramble to grab onto his arm.

“Who else has my son let you fuck, angel face?”

“Satoru-”

Toji pulls the knife away from your pussy and presses it to your throat. “You’re a little whore aren’t you?”

--

You gulp, your breaths stuttering out of you. You can only stare wide eyed up at Toji, the reality of your situation sinks into your gut like lead. This man kills people for a living and now you’re naked and spread eagle on his lap with a knife pressed to your throat all because you’re a horny little shit. You should’ve listened to Megumi. This was a bad idea. And yet, even as the knife presses deeper against your throat, your legs trembling and your heart racing, you don’t know where the arousal ends and the fear begins. Your body, that traitorous bitch has your nipples pebbling and your pussy leaking.

“You think I’d fuck your little pussy now? Knowing you’ve been giving it to anyone who makes your panties damp?”

You find yourself frowning deeply, your bottom lip wobbling at his words. “I- I’m not-”

The knife vanishes and fingers appear at your cunt, dragging through the mess you’ve made. Toji grins wolfishly. “Your cunt says otherwise, angel face. You’re wet and messy. Your pussy is sloppy and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Please- I’m sor-”

Toji laughs. “You’re not sorry yet, but you will be. Can’t believe my son’s dating a little slut like you. Can’t believe he’s letting you take advantage of him.”

You hiccup, your eyes blurring with tears as he sinks two fingers into you abruptly, his pace is harsh and unrelenting and when you try to grab onto his wrist he pins your arms to your stomach with his free hand. The lewd sucking sound your pussy makes as he moves his fingers in and out coupled with the way his fingers twist inside you, searching for something are enough to have your eyes rolling into your head. You’re almost to the edge when he pulls away.

“No!” you cry out, hips jerking up in search of his fingers. “To- toji please.”

“What’s your colour, angel face?”

It takes you a moment to understand what he’s asking. “Green, so green, please- please touch me-”

The knife returns and you’re so stunned you don’t react as he uses the dull back of the blade to drag along your cunt, you watch liquid pool on the blade before Toji brings it up to your lips.

“Taste yourself, but be careful, wouldn’t want you to hurt that pretty mouth before I use it.”

You latch onto his wrist, holding him steady as you run your tongue along the blade, licking up your cum.

“Fuck,” Toji grunts. “Such a good little slut.”

You keen and he drags the tip of the knife from the space between your breasts to your clit. Goosebumps follow the cool metal until the hairs on your body are standing on end. You tense when the tip brushes against your clit.

“Toji?” you lick your lips when he circles the sensitive nub. “What- what are-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he coos. “I’m not gonna hurt you, remember?”

You nod dazedly, “Okay.”

“I’m a little upset though,” Toji sighs. “And disappointed. Here I was thinking you were a good girl. You really had me fooled.” The knife makes another circle around your clit and you whine. “Megumi’s too blind to see what you really need,” the knife disappears again, “a little punishment.”

You’re not prepared for the harsh slap that lands on your cunt. Toji’s hand is heavy and the stinging spreads from your clit all the way up your torso, your body bows. Another two echo in the room coupled with your helpless cries, you have no doubt Megumi can hear them.

“What do you think, angel face? Ten on your slutty cunt? And then another ten on your ass?”

You can barely form a coherent sentence as you attempt to disagree, but Toji ignores you, and another harsh smack has you breaking out in a full body shudder.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry,” you slur. By the seventh slap you’re sobbing outright, but your cunt is soaked, the final three slaps are lewd and the tacky sound of Toji’s palm against the wet lips of your pussy would have been embarrassing if you had the presence of mind to feel embarrassed.

“Good little slut,” he chuckles, releasing you to flip you onto your stomach across his thighs. “Colour, angel face?”

“Green, ‘m green,” you hiccup. “‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be go-”

You’re babbling as Toji caresses your ass. He massages into the flesh gently, until your babbling dies to a low whimper, and then the first slap makes you jump. Toji groans, “If you take your punishment like a good girl, maybe I’ll make you cum.”

You shut up instantly, muffling your cries by chewing on your lips. Each slap seems to get harsher, harder. He’s on the fifth slap when the babbling starts anew, Toji ignores you as he continues his spanking. You lose count at some point and only realize he’s stopped when he dips two fingers into your pussy from behind. You inhale sharply, a sob of relief bubbling out of you as he curls his fingers into your walls, he adds a third finger and your body hums happily. You’re so close you’re drooling, your lips parted as you pant out thank yous. Just as you’re about to cum he stops and you scream in frustration.

“Oh, angel face,” Toji mocks. “Did you really think your punishment was over?” He maneuvers you onto your knees in front of him. “You haven’t even sucked my dick yet.” He frees his cock from his slacks and your body lurches forward as soon as it bobs free. Thick and long, and wet with precum, your mouth waters at the sight of him. Briefly, you note that Megumi’s cock is eerily familiar. “Open up,” he instructs, slapping the thick length of it along your cheeks, and smearing his precum along your lips.

The weight of him as he slides onto your tongue and bumps into the back of your throat is so satisfying that your eyes roll. He’s nothing like Megumi. Where your boyfriend would give you a moment to adjust, to take the reins and suck him off however you like his father is not so patient. He cups your face with one big hand, his fingers splayed out on your neck and his thumb pressing your lips open and fucks your throat harshly. Spit layers on his cock from each thrust into your throat, it fills your mouth until there’s nowhere to go but out and onto your chin and chest. Strands of saliva decorate your lips and his cock each time he pulls out far enough for you to breathe.

“God, yes, just like that,” he grunts, as though you’re doing anything other than struggling to keep your throat relaxed and oxygen in your lungs. “Open your eyes.” You do, though you can’t say when exactly they slipped shut. Watching Toji as he grappled to keep his self-control was one thing but watching as that self-control snapped was awe inspiring.

He yanks you off his cock and pulls you to his desk, “Colour?”

“Green,” you croak, throat raw and pulsing from its use.

“Thank fuck,” Toji mand handles you onto his desk easily, he pushes you down and spreads your thighs wide enough for him to fit his wide shoulders. He pauses to take you in, sprawled on his desk, bare as the day you were born. His grip on the back of your knees tightens as he pushes them open and back. “Here’s how the rest of this is gonna go, angel face,” he licks his lips, eyes trained on your cunt. The attention makes you squirm, your hole clenching around nothing as he continues. “I’m gonna shove my face in this pretty pussy and eat until you’re begging and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. How do you feel about that?”

You gulp, “I think- I think that sounds good.”

He glances up the length of your body as he lowers his mouth to your pussy. You watch, transfixed as he flattens his tongue to your slit and drags it from your hole all the way up to your clit where he leaves a soft kiss. His eyes close as though he’s savoring the taste and then he ducks to your pussy and spreads your thighs wider.

Toji eats you out ravenously, like he’s never had anything more exquisite in his life and he doesn’t know if he ever will so he’s eating his fill now. He eats you like a man starved, like a man who was fasting for a long, long time who has finally been given reprieve. He sucks each labia tenderly, laps at each puffy lip with his tongue, kisses and caresses each one. Drags his tongue along your slit teasingly at first and then hurriedly when your moans grow louder. He brushes soft kisses onto your clit and then licks teasing circles around the sensitive nub before suckling on it until you’re twitching in his hold.

When your body begins to tremble violently he pulls back to bury his nose between your folds and inhales deeply. And then he starts the process all over again, helping you up the slope of your orgasm and just when you’re about to crest he pulls back, leaving you to stumble back down. He doesn’t use his fingers and by the time he’s satisfied with how drenched you are, half of his face is damp and sticky with your cum.

When he presses a kiss to your ankle you feel the stickiness of your arousal and when he leans forward to kiss at your knee and then your stomach and sternum and suck each nipple into his mouth you feel the residual dampness of it on your body. When he kisses your mouth, teasing your tongue with his own, licking and biting at your lips you taste yourself on him and it heats your blood, has you reaching up to slide your fingers into his hair and hold him steady as you lick the remnants of your pussy from his face until your mouth latches onto his once more and he releases your knees to wrap your thighs around his waist.

He kisses you as he sinks the fat head of his cock at your entrance. Shoves his tongue into the back of your throat to drown out your surprised cry as he bottoms out in one rough thrust. He pulls you to the edge of the desk and cups your ass with one hand as he spreads his thighs and begins to fuck you. Short, quick thrusts that stir his cock along the softest part of your walls. You think for a brief moment as he’s fucking you with his tongue and his cock you hear the voice of some divinity telling you this is what heaven may feel like if you’re good throughout your life. But then he’s rearranging you to prop your legs on his shoulders and bracing himself against the desk to fuck you in slow deep thrusts and then you’re not sure of anything. Not if you’re breathing, or if he’s kissing you, or if you can feel your legs, because his cock is dragging along parts of you, you didn’t even know existed. Parts of you that have you drooling pathetically, the muscles in your body going soft and pliant under him.

He switches positions again, you think, because your orgasm slams into you with the force of a tsunami, and by the time you recover from screaming Toji’s name your back is pressed to his bare chest and a hand is wrapped around your throat while the other rubs at your clit. You barely recover from the first orgasm before Toji is demanding more from your body. His grip on your throat holds you steady and his other hand moves to squeeze roughly at your breasts and run up the length of your body. He tugs on your throat and your back bows until your head is tilted back and you can see that sweat has matted his hair to his forehead, his eyes are closed in concentration but you’re sure he can your harsh breathing and the loud slapping of damp skin on skin as his thighs smack against yours, his hips cradling your ass with each thrust.

You may have been about to say something about how good he looks like this. Head bent forward, expression fierce as he focuses on pummeling your insides but Toji reaches for something on the desk and suddenly his hand is replaced by the cool metal of the blade of his knife.

“Fucking cum,” he growls in warning. “Cum right now.”

You cum so hard your knees give out, and with a delirious sound like a garbled mix between a laugh and a scream. You forget our name. You forget where you are, how you got here, whose cock is inside you, as the orgasm washes through you, the pleasure drowning your senses and reducing you to a mass of nothing but sensation. Your eyes roll so far back you feel a moment of pain as the organs are stopped by the muscles. Your mouth parts on a silent scream, all the oxygen leaving your body in a single exhale.

“Fuck,” Toji groans. “Oh fuck, yes, good girl, oh- fuck-” Your insides flood with warmth and somehow Toji filling you with his cum sets of another orgasm in the middle of your orgasm. Your mind shuts down entirely.

--

Toji stares at Megumi, standing on the other side of his bedroom door, a scowl on his face as he tries to peep over his father’s shoulder. Sometimes it unnerves him how much of himself he sees in his son.

“You looking for someone?” Toji asks, propping himself against the door frame and crossing his arms across his chest.

“Where is she?” Megumi asks.

“She’s asleep,” Toji shrugs. “And she’ll stay asleep until I think she’s rested.”

Megumi finally looks at Toji, his scowl melting into a frown. “Why can’t she sleep in my room?”

“Did you fuck her to sleep Megumi?” Toji squints mockingly.

Megumi purses his lips, eyes narrowing on his father. He steps back and Toji straightens away from the door frame.

“I feel you should know that...the next time you let her fuck someone that isn’t you-” he points at Megumi’s chest, “-or me, I’ll be forced to do something reckless,” Toji says.

Megumi looks stricken for a moment. “I don’t let her do anythin-”

“Do you want to walk around with the weight of a man’s life on your conscience Megumi?”

Megumi gulps.

“Exactly, keep her away from other men or them away from her, I don’t care. Do what needs to be done to keep them alive and me happy kid, and if she ever gives you any trouble you know where to find me.”

The door slams in Megumi’s face and not for the first time that day does he stop and ask himself, “Did he really deserve it?”

@s4no @kenuis @audrinui

[selarina]

Tracing Scars

→ Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k words

Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, megumi mentioned, canon-divergence, smut, oral sex(m!receiving), shower sex, choking Minors DNI

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The first time you see your boyfriend crying, you feel uneasy. You want to leave and never come back to this house again, but you stay. You sit down next to him even as he pushes and grunts himself away from your touch. You sit down on the dirty floor and you stare at the wall in front of you.

It takes an hour or maybe two, you haven’t been keeping track. For all you know you spent a whole day here. But he finally slithers his way over to you to seat himself next to you. You don’t look at him but you feel the warmth of his shadow against your own.

You don’t speak and neither does he but you know. You know this has to do with his old life.

He never speaks of it and you’ve never cared for it. Not truly. Not when that allows you to not talk about your old life.

It’s been so nice, you just worry now — now that his tears have dried up, if he’ll want to go back to that life.

From what limited information you have — it had been rough for him. The remnants of the scars you trace your hand over, the calloused rough hands that hold your cheek, the hallow part of his heart you can never seem to fill. It’s evidence enough.

“Toji,” your words come out hushed. It’s only loud enough to reach his ears.

“Yeah,” he speaks up, his voice hoarse and broken. Broken in different way from all the times you’ve heard him talk.

“What’s wrong?” you say.

He doesn’t say anything, and you expected as much.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you continue. “I can come back when you’re ready. I can leave.”

“Don’t,” his word is immediate, and it’s firm. But mostly, you think it’s scared. Even through the deep baritone of his voice, you can feel it.

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll stay. You can talk about it if you want.”

He doesn’t say anything again and you find that it doesn’t frustrate you. Maybe it should but it never does.

“I’ll stay even if you don’t want to talk,” you say, hoping that’s enough.

He doesn’t say anything again, but his hand reaches for yours and you spend a good few minutes just playing with them. Tracing soft patterns and letters as he sits rigidly next to you. With every trace, however, he softens.

Melting, and melting until you notice that his shoulder is hunched over, just a little.

You smile, and the room goes quite again but it doesn't last long this time.

“I saw my son,” he speaks up, and your smile fades its away.

“You did?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says. “I saw him. He’s grown now.”

“Yeah?” you ask. “How does he look?”

“Like a scrawny little thing. He looks like he eats nothing. He looks weak,” he tells you. “But you know the strangest thing happened — he started beating the shit out of this other kid. Big guy, muscles and all. And then another after another. They all fell to the ground, crying for their mothers,” he says, almost proud.

“Like father, like son. I guess,” you say with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah,” he says, and you sense some pride in his word. “Maybe he’s eating well then.”

“I’m sure he is,” you smile. Your hand encloses around his, as if to whisk him away you pull and he lets you, and that’s when you know — it’s time. “Let’s go take a bath.”

—

Not a minute later, you were walking into the bathroom just outside his bedroom. Inside, he glanced at himself in the mirror. His hand card through his dark hair.

"Do you want me to get a haircut?" he asked.

You smiled and shook your head. "Not yet. I like your hair like this. Do you like it?"

"I like what you like," he says nonchalantly as he swiped aside the shower curtains. He leaned over the tub, to turn the the water on, and switched it quickly over to the shower head.

The water usually takes a while to heat up so the two of you just wait.

"You want me to stay over today?" you ask. "I brought my car so I'll be fine going back late."

"You should stay," he says. "If you're not busy."

"Well, I have work but I'll set an alarm and close the door on my way out."

He nods, as he pulls his tshirt over his head, throwing it in the laundry chute that was next to the sink.

"I forgot my toothbrush at home," you say all too suddenly.

"I have the one you used last time," he nods towards the the second toothbrush placed in a stand. "Forgot to throw it out."

You don't respond instead you just pull your top over as well.

Your hand reaches out, placing itself under the shower head, feeling the water. Immediately, you drew it back.

"It's hot now," you say.

He hums, his hand reaching for your hips and you almost yelp at the touch of his cold hands.

"Your hands are cold," you say.

"Yeah?" he asks, as his move up to your bra strap.

"Yeah," you say as he undoes the clip. You discard your bra as you turn to face him.

You reach over to meet his lips for a kiss. The kiss — it's slow and steady but as most things with Toji go, it turns into rough and desperate venture instead.

His hands grab your hips, as he kept kissing you. He gives your lips a tug before he starts sucking them. His hands move from your hips to your ass, reaching down, reaching underneath your underwear to give them a squeeze as he continued to place kisses all over your lips, all over your neck.

And finally, after it felt like the two of you had been kissing for a millennia, you manage to pull away from his greedy lips, as you lower your knees down to the cold tiled floor.

Your hand make quick work, to reach under his sweatpants and his boxers, and it doesn't take long for you to find his cock hovering just a few centimeters away from your face.

He smacks the plump of your cheek with his cock, leaving it stained. In response, you rub the skin of your cheek is soft against him, not unlike a cat.

He groans, and your hand moves to hold him at the base as you start stroking his length. Both your hands continue stroking in opposite directions, so that every centimeter of him is within your touch.

You open your mouth wide and let the tip of cock sit on your tongue, before you begin to trace your tongue up and down, as his hands come up, over your head, to pull you in, urging you to do more.

And so you do, with the push of his hand, you move yourself forward, your throat swallowing up the full length of him.

And then, he thrusts further up, managing to choke you on the bare centimeters left of his cock. A few hard pumps, and then his cum spurted down your throat as you made quick work to wait and swallow it all whole.

"Come on," his hand reaches down to you. You take it and stand up. He urges you to jump. He walks inside, stepping beneath the shower head as he turns it on.

He toggles with the setting with one hand, making sure it's not too hot, or too cold, as you stay steady in the hold of his other hand. You don't move much, but you do leave soft kisses, leaving a mark every now and then on the slope of his neck.

It doesn't take long for the shower to reach a suitable amount of hot, and just after, you find your legs reaching to wound themselves tighter around his waist, as his cock makes its way into your pussy.

Your hips meet with a loud smack, cock pressed up and into your stomach. He is rough as he pulls out, and he's rough when his glides back in. Your legs dig deeper into his back at that, they tighten as if to keep him there with you like this all the time.

He reaches for your mouth, soaking up your cries and your growing moans. And it hasn't been too long, but Toji isn't surprised that he's coming already. He feels a certain softness for you today. You generally bring it out of him but today your arms tighten and your face crunches in pleasure, he starts thinking about a life with you. A new one, a brand new one, not this temporary state of limbo he's in. He thinks about a stupid picket fence house, not that you'd want that. You'd probably want something eclectic and strange, and so, his vision changes. He imagines a slew of strange items and trash. Trash he would willingly build a shelf for.

He groans at the thought of it all.

"Toji, I wanna cum," you moan into your words, into his neck.

"Yeah? You wanna cum?” Toji grits out, as he pushes you up against the wall behind you. You don't get time to feel the coldness of the tiles, it lasts for a moment, before the sensation of him inside you comes to the forefront once again.

"Yeah," you say. "Make me cum."

His hands reach up to your throat, he doesn't press on it, he simply keeps it there for a moment before finally, he begins to squeeze. You ease your mind into the sensation of being choked and help like this. And soon, your brain starts to slacken just little by little, until all you can see and feel is him — his hands, and his cock.

His hands looosen, as they come back up to support you by the waist, easing you up and down his cock as you feel the sensation of the slew of air reaching into throat.

“Cum for me, baby,” Toji groans, his lips up close to your neck.

And so, you do. Your cunt pulses and clenches before he pulls out. The white essence reaching the tiles below before the make its way into the drain.

You reach up, still drained from the orgasm but wanting to kiss him. Your lips meet in a tired kiss.

You pull away, patting his shoulder with no force in particular. "Let's actually take a bath now," you chuckle.

[spliffymae]

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synopsis: it’s just you and your ex husband speaking…at three in the morning…with tensions at a crazy high…you’re totally fine.

⚠️, swearing, mentions of cheating, smut, oral (m receiving), toji is a dickhead, reader experiencing body issues during pregnancy, angst with a mix of sadness.

pt.1 if y’all haven’t read it already :)

kio’s notes - guys i am so proud of this part. omfg idk what it is but i ate this shit up. also wanted to just say thank you all so much for interacting with my posts and loving my stories 🫶🏽🥹 honestly makes me so happy to know y’all love it!

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“so my name can’t be said in your house, toji? what, am i voldemort now?”

“might as well be.” he mumbled, looking anywhere but at you. he couldn’t, not when you wore one of his old college sweaters he had forgotten at your house when you two started dating, four years ago. you ended up keeping it as a part of your wardrobe.

unfortunately, you hadn’t a clue that you were wearing something of his.

you folded your arms, leaning on your right leg. you were going to start with your attitude, you knew that for certain, and you didn’t care. “really? that’s how we’re acting? grow the hell up, toji. i’m not the one who ruined our marriage.”

“no just the one who ended it, right?”

you scoffed, “well i wonder why!” you said sarcastically. if he could play the ass then so could you. hell, you’d do it better.

toji rolled his eyes as a response. “i’m not doing whatever this is with you, (y/n). just tell me what megumi took and let me go take care of him.” he pinched the bridge of his nose with his empty hand. he was stressed, the evidence all over his face.

unbeknownst to you, he had been having the hardest time as a single father, trying to manage the complexities between todays adolescent life and the development of a baby. now add on his hefty paperwork from his missions and he was positive he could be sent to an early grave from stressing so hard. there wasn’t enough time in the day.

“i don’t know what the drug is, he—.” toji cut you off,

“the hell you mean you don’t know?” he spoke as if you should’ve known, almost judging you for not. the tone had your brow raised, now looking at him with narrow eyes. it was your way of telepathy, non-verbally telling him to ‘watch it’, because he was on paper thin ice.

“like i was saying—he got in the car and didn’t say. i didn’t even think to ask at that moment because i was just concerned with bringing him home first. it was a priority but at—.”

he cut you off again, this time with a scoff.

“just not top priority, right?”

you blinked.

you blinked again.

there was a silence between the two of you. a thick silence holding all the tension you two had created from being in the others presence.

toji had regretted the words just as they came out. he knew he messed up. he knew megumi had been your top priority when he didn’t have to be. when you were nothing more than toji’s friend who would just babysit the young boy whenever his father went out on missions.

megumi had been your first child, whether it be by blood or not. you loved him like he was, raised him, and became the parent he never knew he needed.

toji would always say it was your smile that drew him in, or say to his colleagues at work dinners it was your beauty, but truthfully—honestly, it was the way you loved his son like he was your own.

“i’m gonna give you a chance to take that back,” you spoke softly, voice slightly cracking. “because i know right now you’re just saying shit to hurt me. i love megumi, and if you wanna swing low, i promise you, toji, i will swing to hell.” you pointed. your eyes had become glossy with tears and you hated it.

megumi was a soft spot for you, always has been. whenever you and toji would get in spats in regard to him you were always on the defense for megumi. you were his advocate when there was no one else. but you were also reminded by toji (only when boiling points had been reached) that your advocacy did not need to be respected because you were not megumi’s real mom.

toji looked at his daughter, who had fallen asleep against his chest, soft and shallow breaths leaving her lips. she was your twin and he knew it was his karma. karma for his infidelity, his lying ways. he knew he shouldn’t have said anything, but he couldn’t help it.

“say it, toji. tell me i’m not his mom—do it!” you stepped closer. your eyes quickly darted to your daughter to see if your sudden volume increase had startled her awake. thankfully it didn’t.

“tell me he’s not my son, go ahead. tell me i went to every sports game, recital, and parent-teacher interview by myself because he wasn’t my son. say it, i want to hear you say, ‘(y/n), you’re not megumi’s mom. he’s not your son.”

there were tears in your eyes now, droplets falling after you’d blink. “let me remind you while you were out getting your dick wet in another bitch, i was home, pregnant and alone, with megumi who had a high ass fever. i took care of him when his own father put pussy over him. so don’t come to me about my priorities, ight?”

at the mention of his cheating, toji’s lips pressed into a thin line. he had definitely struck a nerve with his previous comment.

“i told you she meant nothing to me. i wasn’t in my right mind and—”

“and were just mad at your pregnant wife, so you decided to cheat on her. that would show me, huh toji?”

how many times was he going to have to apologize for what he did?

for doing the one thing he swore to not do?

he opened his mouth to speak. what he was going to say was what he didn’t quite know just yet. he wasn’t sure if he wanted to defend himself or just fight back. what was even the point of fighting back? everything you were saying was true.

rin had fussed from under him, her little whines being a reminder to her parents she was still present.

“i—” toji began but you cut him off by raising your hand up,

“shut up and feed my child. i’m going to go check on my son.” you didn’t wait for response from him as you turned to head upstairs, stomping away to let out some anger.

you left toji to realize he was in fact about to feed rin before arguing with you. and he cursed himself for forgetting what he originally came downstairs to do.

“shit.” he muttered as he went to the couch. he took her out the carrier and sat down with her. thankfully her bottle hadn’t spoiled and was still warm. damn you for being aware of your daughters needs.

“sorry, rinny. got distracted.” he kissed her forehead as he put the bottle to her lips. there was that feeling he felt in the kitchen again, that guilt. he hated it.

it was like someone took a fire to the inside of his stomach. it was hot, burning even. he was uncomfortable whenever it came because it was a feeling he couldn’t suppress.

he felt ever since that night, and it only ever grew as the days progressed.

toji had come home later than he told you, he had to stop to bring home food for you and megumi, as well as shower to rid himself of the smell of sex.

he didn’t mean to do it, honestly. he was just mad and needy. you hadn’t been giving him the attention he wanted from you. you wouldn’t let him touch you or even kiss you anywhere that wasn’t on your face. he needed the intimacy, and you only wanted privacy.

you claimed it was because you felt gross. you tried to explain to your husband how the pregnancy was affecting your mental state, mostly how you viewed your body. you already had body issues prior to being pregnant, but now, at your six month mark, you felt like you didn’t know who was staring back at you in the mirror.

but toji couldn’t understand. he kept trying to tell you how pretty you were to him, how beautiful you were all big with his baby, but you would never really take in his words. you just shrugged them and his reassuring kisses off with a fake smile and a quiet “thanks.”

you were supposed to go with him to this big work dinner. you had promised him you’d go and be his pretty little wife months ago. smile big in front of potential clients, mention your husband’s various accolades, basically put toji on a pedestal so they would choose him.

but when the night came, you weren’t feeling up for the event. toji of course wasn’t pleased as he had been telling you about this dinner for months. he tried to convince you to come but like previous disputes you two have had, it ended in yelling and arguments.

you yelled at him for his apathy; not understanding just how tired you were from carrying his baby, working during the pregnancy, and being the present parent for megumi in terms of school while toji went on his missions.

he yelled at you for not giving him the attention he deserves as your husband. for not being there for him when he needed you. honestly he knew it was dumb to have this argument. he should’ve just kissed you and agreed to let you stay home. but his stupid pride got in the way.

so he ended up going alone, dressed in his fancy suit and shoes, silver audemars piguet watch on his wrist and cuff links to match. he walked into the banquet hall and decided he would do it all himself—like he always did.

that’s when he stumbled into her, shoko ieri. she had complimented him on the way he flipped one of the biggest and most stubborn drug lords in the city to hire him for a hit job. she offered to buy him a celebratory drink, whiskey—since she was drinking it too.

it happened fast, at least to toji. the way they went from a playful banter by the bar to sitting next to each other at one of the tables. she had been a guest of his colleague, satorou gojo. she was a doctor for men in his line of work.

“so if i get injured on the job…” toji remembers starting, leaning back in the chair and putting his arm around the back of shoko’s. he had a smirk on his face as he manspread in his seat.

“then just stop by mine and i’ll make it all better.” she patted his cheek, eyes twinkling in mischief.

she ordered another round of whiskey for the two of them. the more he drank, the more you and megumi slipped from his mind. the more he ignored the gnawing sound in the back of his head. the one that kept telling him to stop.

another round of whiskey lowers the volume of his conscience. he can hear shoko better as she tells him about an impromptu surgery she performed on toji’s other colleague—and the godfather to your daughter, suguru geto. she touches toji’s bicep every now and again, as the story reaches turning points and it’s climax. the noise in his head comes back once she finishes the story, reminding him that you are waiting for him at home.

“but i don’t want to talk about me. i want to hear about the one and only toji fushiguro,” she leans in to him and his heart swells.

another round of whiskey. the noise has been minimized to a hum toji now hears every now and again as he tells her about an operation gone wrong in nagasaki. the conversation takes a flirtatious turn when shoko’s hand flies to his knee in a somber stroke, mumbling about how tired toji must’ve been after. his ego bursts.

another round of whiskey and toji does not recall there ever being a noise in his head. it’s quiet now, with only the sound of the jazz band and shoko having his attention. her hand remains on his knee, cherry red nails scraping against his thigh as it inches higher. toji makes a comment about switching to water for the night but shoko reminds him that just like the night they are both young.

another round of whiskey. toji’s hand is squeezing shoko’s thigh, his fingers grazing higher to places he yearns to explore. her lips now the colour plum, stained from the red wine she was nursing in between shots.

“there’s a hotel above us, y’know.” her eyes were piercing into his own. lips in a smirk and cheeks red from being flustered.

“so why are we still sitting here?” toji asked, lifting a brow. shoko smiled and unlocked her phone, passed it to him with the contact page open.

“add yourself. then wait for ten minutes.” she had a confidence about her that toji found captivating. so he did as she said, tapping his thumbs against her screen and filling out the information. when he gave her back the phone, she smiled and stood up, sauntering away.

his dick was hard. he was leaning back in the chair, wiping a hand down his face to calm himself down.

in the moments he spent to himself, the noise he had long forgotten slowly made its way back to max volume. he signaled to the waitress for another round.

the glasses of alcohol were brought in front of him, two tall shot glasses. he took them down without a thought, the liquid burning his throat.

his phone vibrated on his lap,

unknown

room 615.

it happened in slow motion, at least to toji. the way his fist knocked against the door of the hotel room and shoko answered with a smirk before pulling him in by his belt. then things started to pick up.

the way he cupped her face and kissed her hungrily. his anger from earlier and passion from the lust he felt were put into the kiss, the sounds of their lips smacking and shoko moaning ringing in his ears.

she broke away to flash a wicked smile before she bent down in her heels, becoming eye level with his crotch. she began pawing at the bulge in his pants, emitting a groan from him. his hand grabbed at her hair, chestnut coloured tresses bunched up in his fist and a gruff “suck it” leaving his lips.

his dick was hard and it was leaking for her. the way she sucked on his reddened tip had his eyes fluttering closed. she opened her mouth wide and took him until her nose was brushing against his freshly trimmed pubic hairs.

those same nails that had his leg jumping traced his prominent v-line. toji was seeing stars as she began to bob her head. he hadn’t gotten head in so long, months probably. her throat was so tight, so warm.

does it help if he said he thought of you during it, the cheating?

when he had her back arched over the bathroom sink and stared at her fucked out expression through the mirror, he saw you for a minute. he blamed the alcohol, of course.

would it make you feel better if he said he used condoms?

he didn’t want to bring anything back to you. and after that night, he got tested sometime that week to make sure everything was okay. it was, and he let out a sigh of relief.

can knowing he felt like absolute shit once he finished bring you solace?

when she had come for the third and final time in the bed, he gave her a kiss to the forehead as she fell to sleep. he walked bear to the shower and at the sight of himself in the mirror he wanted to throw up.

he came home just after midnight to find you were sitting outside megumi’s door with a blanket over your body and head resting back against the wall.

“love,” toji crouched down and shook you softly. you should have been in bed. “(y/n), wake up.”

you stirred, but eventually your eyes opened to see your husband, with a curious look on his face. “you’re on the floor.”

“why didn’t you answer your phone?” was the first thing you asked him. you didn’t say hi, you didn’t ask how the night was—you got straight to it.

toji pulled his phone out from his pants pocket and turned off his do not disturb to see he had five missed calls and ten texts from you.

“i put it on do not disturb so i could focus on the clients, m’sorry baby. what happened, are you okay?” he quickly scrolled through the messages:

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

you seriously are going to throw a fit bc i’m pregnant and tired?

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

fine fuck you then

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

ok not fuck you fuck you. fuck you for now

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

megs is sick and his head is burning. is your dinner close to finishing?

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

toji i get we are beefing atm but our son is sick and i need your help

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

he just told me to leave him alone bc he doesn’t want to get me sick and possibly harm the baby. i told him that won’t happen but he won’t listen to me. toji pls call him

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

bro can you not be on your petty shit for a hot minute and just answer me?! i don’t know what to do he has chills now! holy fuck

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

toji !

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

update: it’s been an hr, idk what tf you got goin on but megs is still sick. i made him soup and he had a little before throwing up. i gave him some medicine and cold towel for his head but there’s no change. idek why i’m texting this shit to you 🙄

wifey👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻💍

if i lock your ass out pls know it was justified.

toji looked at you with apologetic eyes. you were mad, rightfully so. you had expressed to him how uncomfortable you had been lately, with your body in more pain then before. standing up for long was difficult, he knew this. he had heard the doctor tell you not to over exert yourself and take it easy on your body.

“started to think you wouldn’t be coming home.” you pushed the blanket off of you, dressed in one of his tee shirts and a pair of your pajama pants, your cornrows tucked away under your hair scarf.

you struggled to get up on your own, your max weight now being shifted to your front and creating an imbalance. but you did it with a huff, toji standing tall now and watching. he had offered to help but you slapped his hand away.

“(y/n)—.”

“shut the fuck up. i’m going to bed and you’re on the couch.” you pushed the blanket into his chest. he was still slightly drunk so he stumbled back a bit, but caught himself.

toji didn’t have any more time to dwell on his past actions. or to recall the night you found out, because you had come back downstairs. “megs’ still high, but he says it’s better than how he was before. he said he and his friends took a pill—probably molly. i ordered him some food to eat so hopefully it comes down fast. rin doing okay?” you stood at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the banister.

in front of you was toji’s back as he held rin, who was fast asleep in a formula coma. the bottle was empty and she was content, snoring away in her fathers arms.

“she’s fine now.” he mumbled but you heard. and with a nod, you walked to the door to put your shoes back on.

“great, i’ll be on my way. listen out for his food. kiss rin f’me.”

toji heard you unlock the door, and heard the sound of it opening. before you walked out though, he called out to you.

“yes?”

“was there any part of you that would’ve taken me back….after everything?” he turned his head so he could see you in his peripheral. he wasn’t going to look at you as you said it, he couldn’t.

he doesn’t think you understand how hard it’s been to look at you since that night.

you blew air out your mouth, cheeks puffed and eyebrows raised. you hadn’t expected for this to be the question he asks you as you get ready to leave. not at damn near five in the morning.

but might as well, right?

“honestly, yeah. i would always have these random moments where i would feel like i needed you again, in my life or in my bed…but then i would remember that you cheated on me when i was pregnant, and when i was in the darkest period of my pregnancy, at that.”

the emotions were still raw for you, the betrayal and the pain. it was a feeling that felt almost close to that of stabbing. a piercing blade through your heart that turned deeper into the organ anytime you’d think about it.

“i, uh, remember how i stayed up crying for months after because i just knew that whoever that woman was, she must’ve been the definition of gorgeous—because you used to tell me there was not a being alive who could outshine my beauty. and i believed you.”

“i didn’t lie” toji said. his voice was shaky and he honestly didn’t know why he asked you such a question. it was obvious there was no sign of reconciliation between you two. but yet he asked anyways, hoping some higher being somewhere would give him back his family. he didn’t appreciate it at first, but he’s learned now.

you chuckled dryly, “no, you were just proven wrong. goodnight, toji.” you quickly left after that, not wanting to wait around for anything he had to say.

as far as you were concerned, that was the end. it was over.

pt. 3

[acerolabread-on-ao3]

Gojo sighed, running a hand through his white hair, as if trying to smooth out the memory. “The man who killed her, Toji Fushiguro… he had a son.”

Nanami’s eyes flickered with surprise. “A son?”

Gojo nodded. “Yeah, Megumi. After I killed Toji, the Zenin clan was going to take him in—use him like a tool, the way they do with anyone they can control.” He paused, his expression darkening. “I couldn’t let that happen.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going. “So, what did you do?”

Gojo leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with the intensity that sometimes broke through his laid-back demeanor. “I took care of him. Made sure the Zenins couldn’t have him. He didn’t know what kind of power he had back then, but I saw it. And I wasn’t going to let him get dragged into that mess.”

Nanami listened closely, understanding the gravity of the situation. “So you’ve been looking out for him all this time?”

Gojo nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. “Yeah. He’s a smart kid—sharp, tough. He doesn’t talk much, keeps a lot to himself, but he’s got potential. I made sure he got into Jujutsu High when the time was right.”

Nanami considered this for a moment, impressed but unsurprised that Gojo would step in like that. “And how is he now?”

Gojo’s smile widened, pride evident in his voice. “He’s doing great. He’s already learned to use the Ten Shadows Technique— Megumi’s strong, but he’s also got a good heart.”

Nanami was genuinely impressed by Gojo. He hadn’t expected this level of responsibility from him—taking Megumi under his wing, protecting him from the Zenins, and guiding him into his potential. It was a side of Gojo that few ever saw, a maturity that Nanami hadn’t thought possible.

He studied Gojo for a moment, a subtle shift in his perception of the man before him. Gojo had always been powerful, confident, almost untouchable in his carefree arrogance. But this... this was different. It wasn’t just about strength or talent anymore—Gojo had taken on the responsibility of shaping a young life, of shielding Megumi from a dark future.

“You’ve really grown up, Gojo,” Nanami finally said, his tone even but carrying a weight of respect that hadn’t been there before.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Coming from you, Nanami, I’ll take that as the highest compliment.”

you can read my fic on Ao3 ⤴️🫶

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Home. | T. Fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro x Babysitter Reader

a continuation bc i wanted to write more about this story. i’m really in love with this toji :(

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WORD COUNT: 6.4k

WARNING: protective toji, a bit of a breakdown from both reader & toji, mention of blood, soft toji, good son and father relationship, time skip, and just overall fluff.

After the awkward interaction in the parking lot with you and Toji, the two of you get close. And by close, I mean no longer inconvenience moments between you two.

You continue to buy groceries and clean the apartment every week. Toji notices and appreciates it as he pays you a bit more for the kind acts you do daily. You also notice how the single father arrives late at night from work and only eats and sleeps to repeat the same thing the next day.

Not only that, but he’s also thankful that you wait for him late at night and warm up the food for him when he gets home. Especially when the single father can see how tired you are, yet you still wait for him to arrive, despite how often he has told you not to.

But of course, you disagree as you tell him that you need to because Megumi can’t be alone at the apartment, which lets you know that he returned safely. Toji knows what you mean by returning home safely, as the two of you haven’t forgotten about the night he came home, all bruised up with blood.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

It was a Tuesday.

As he stumbled his way to the front door, being met with your wide eyes.

“Mr. Fushiguro…” you whisper, looking at the injured father who can barely stay on his feet.

You quickly ran to him, supporting him.

“Restroom,” Toji breathes out.

You nod your head, carefully leading him to the bathroom down the hall, not wanting to make much noise because Megumi’s room is the first one down the hall. And neither of y’all want him to wake up and see what’s happening. Toji sighs as y’all reach the bathroom. You turn on the lights, setting the injured man on the toilet seat.

“T-The first aid kit… is at the bottom drawer,” Toji manages to say, looking at you, who quickly examines.

You find the first aid kit and start to clean his wounds, making Toji hiss in pain from the alcohol touching his cuts.

“Sorry,” you softly whisper, making the single father look at you.

Toji can only stare at you, pulling you closer towards him, which has you in between his legs. The single father closes his eyes as you gently hold his face and blow soft air on his cuts before putting band-aids on. Toji opens his eyes, thinking you are done, but to his surprise, you kneel in front of him.

“W-What are you-” Toji stutters but stops when he sees you gently putting ointment on his bruised knuckles.

Oh.

Toji curses himself for thinking wrong, glancing over at you, who is now bandaging his knuckles.

“Okay, you are all set,” you say, looking at Toji. ���Unless you have more injuries?” you ask.

Toji shakes his head, and you begin to put everything away. He watches how you clean blood evidence, taking the trash bag with you. You look over at Toji, who expects you to start asking him questions, but you don’t. You only stare at him, making the taller man stand up from the toilet seat and support himself on the sink.

The two of you keep looking at each other, not saying a single word. Until you drop the trash bag and hug him, taking Toji by surprise. It takes a few seconds before Toji hugs you back, closing his eyes and taking your scent in. You, on the other hand, hug him tighter. The two of you stay like that for a bit more until you start to let go, which makes Toji do the same. Neither of you says anything and just looks at one other before exiting the bathroom. That night you ended up staying over as you took care of Toji, who still needed help to move around. 

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

That day Toji started to develop feelings for you.

Not only that, but he also started to decline dangerous jobs in order not to worry you. He knows it means less money; sure, it was nice of you to heal his wounds. However, he doesn’t want it to be a daily thing for you to witness and take care of.

Therefore, the day he made that decision was the same day he told you what he did for a living. How he’s a well-known assassin and makes good money from it. He also told you about his past and how he was a former member of some clan.

Toji was waiting for you to throw him a disgusted look or quit right on the spot, but instead, you only smiled at him as you held his hand. You thank him for trusting you enough to share this information with you, but most of all, you reminded the single father how well he has done for his family. That was the first time Toji allowed himself to be vulnerable after such a long time. You remember how he hugged you tight as he cried on your shoulder. You spend the night as the single father kept hinting for you to stay. The two of you slept on the couch, Toji resting on you while you run your fingers through his hair.

Since then, you and Toji have become more affectionate with each other. Every night when he comes home from work, y’all have dinner together, which leads to you staying over as the two lay on the couch appreciating each other’s presence. Your relationship with Toji wasn’t the only change. Your whole daily routine changes, which isn’t bad because you enjoy it.

You start to stay over regularly and join them on short trips to the park or zoo when the single father doesn’t work. You enjoyed seeing Megumi laugh at your silly comments.

It makes you happy. They make you happy.

But you aren’t the only one that feels the same way because Toji also enjoys seeing his son and you giggling. He marks these precious memories in his head because moments like these never last for too long.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

It was Sunday when it happened.

He was at work getting ready for a simple job when he got a call from Shiu, telling him to go home as soon as possible.

“What do you mean to go home? I’m just about to start the operation,” Toji says through the phone.

“I’m serious!” Toji can hear Shiu yell through the phone. “They’re heading over there.”

Toji quickly understands whom Shiu is talking about, hanging up on the spot. He starts to call you, tapping his foot as it rings.

“Come on, Y/N. Pick up!” Toji shouts.

When he thinks you finally picked up, he groans as he hears the voicemail machine. This already alerts the taller man that something isn’t right.

He quickly gets in his car and drives to his place, not caring about the speed limit. Toji’s focus is only on getting home before they get there. He doesn’t even know how they found his address or the reason for the sudden visit, as he hasn’t had any contact with the Zenin clan in years. When he arrives at the apartment, Toji sees the door open, making his heart sink. He quickly enters, seeing the place is destroyed.

“Megumi! Y/N!” Toji screams, pushing his way through the mess.

However, he doesn’t get a response. It makes him panic as he opens every room, only for them to be empty. After not finding any sign of you or Megumi, he accepts that he is too late. Toji slides his back from the hallway wall, pulling his hair in frustration as he starts to think about the worst that could have happened to both of you. He’s about to call Shiu to take him directly to the Zenin but stops when he hears a noise.

Toji quickly gets up, thinking they return, but he soon hears the same noise coming down the hall. He slowly walks towards the noise, stopping in front of a giant poster on the wall hiding the small storage room behind him.

He hears someone talk and realizes it’s you.

“Please…leave,” he hears you whisper.

Toji quickly rips the poster, opening the storage room, revealing you shielding Megumi, who’s tightly hugging you.

“T-Toji…” You whisper, looking at the taller man in relief.

Toji notices that you’re bleeding from your forehead, upsetting him. Upon hearing his father’s name, Megumi looks up and runs toward him.

“I’m here, dumpling,” Toji says, picking up Megumi, who can only hug his father tightly. He can feel his son shake from fear, making the father rub his son’s back.

“You’re safe now,” Toji assures his son, who begins to cry silently.

You softly smile at the scene, wiping the blood from your forehead with the long-sleeve hem. Toji watches you, feeling his blood boil from seeing you hurt. Once Megumi has calmed down, Toji walks towards you. He offers you his free hand to help you get out of the storage room, which you accept.

“Thank you,” you smile at him, who’s still carrying Megumi.

You carefully exit the storage room, supporting yourself with Toji’s arm. Once you are out, you laugh, looking up at the taller man. Toji just stares at you, your hand still holding his. He pulls you towards him, making you stumble on your feet.

“I’m sorry for being late…” he breathes out, arm wrapped around your waist.

You let your emotions take over as you begin to cry as well. Toji notices how you are breathing rapidly, and your legs start to shake. He quickly reacts, making you sit on the floor with him. Megumi looks up from his father’s neck, looking at you worriedly. The little boy reaches for you, resulting in him and Toji hugging you, which calms you down. You let go of them, wiping your tears with your hands.

“Sorry,” you sniffle, giving both of them a small smile.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of lips on yours. It takes a while to understand what’s happening, but soon you do, as you realize that Toji is kissing you. You automatically close your eyes, kissing him back. Megumi looks away, hiding his face in his father’s neck.

Toji breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. “I’m going to kill them for hurting you,” he breathes out as he glances over at the blood on your forehead.

“I’m okay, Toji,” you say, removing yourself to touch your cut. “It’s just a scratch.”

Toji watches you as you smile at him. The taller man frowns when he hears you hiss from pain when touching the cut too hard. Toji gently takes your hand, so you do not continue.

“I only got hurt because I fought back,” you tell him, surprising the single father.

Toji puts Megumi down, who sets himself between your legs, “Y/N protected me, Dad,” his son says.

You smile at Megumi, caressing his cheeks. “They were looking for you….” You begin to explain. “But soon took an interest in Megumi when they saw him.”

“T-Then things escalated,” you say, recalling how the three men tried to enter the apartment forcefully, which made you hit your head with the door.

Toji squeezes your hand, stopping you from explaining furthermore. “We need to leave now,” he says, standing up.

“Where to?” you ask, following as you pick up Megumi.

“To the countryside, where no one will harm my family,” Toji responded, turning to look at you, who looked taken back.

“I-I know, I’m asking too much, but we can’t stay here in the city,” Toji whispers.

He knows he’s being unfair in making you leave with them, but he can’t leave you behind. Toji waits for you to give him an answer but starts to assume from the silence that you don’t approve of his proposal.

“Y/N..” he calls for you, already accepting your decision, but you surprise him again.

“Okay,” you tell him. “Let’s go.”

Toji runs to you, kissing your lips. “T-There is a small suitcase in the storage room. Can you try your best to fill it up with the most necessary stuff?” he asks as you nod your head.

“Help her out, dumpling,” Toji tells his son, who’s in your arms.

Megumi throws him a thumbs-up, making you chuckle. Toji watches you put Megumi down, taking the suitcase out of the storage as you instruct Megumi to get his favorite clothes. Toji takes the chance that you are packing to call Shiu, thanking him and letting him know you and Megumi are okay.

“Shiu, once again, thank you for everything,” Toji says before hanging up and breaking his phone and yours.

Toji throws the leftover pieces in the trash, turns around, and sees you with Megumi in your arms while having the suitcase ready.

“Y/N… are you sure about this?” he asks. “I might be asking too much for you… and I don’t want you to feel forced,” he says.

Toji watches you walk up to him, taking his hand and kissing it. “I’m sure, big guy,” you softly say.

Toji interlocks your fingers, taking his free hand on the suitcase handle as he leads the way.

“You don’t want to stop by your place to pick up a few things?” Toji asks, looking over at you as y’all are waiting for the taxi to arrive.

You shake your head, “No,” you smile. “I packed a few pairs of clothes I had left for a few nights.”

Toji kisses your head, “I’m sorry for doing this to you.”

You give the taller man a gentle smile as you know that Toji is starting to feel guilty about you leaving with him, but honestly, it’s not like you have a lot of things here in the city. Toji sees you checking if Megumi is asleep, to which he nods.

“Toji… you already know that I don’t have family here,” you say. “So, it doesn’t hurt me to leave my things here because I know they can be replaced once we settle down.”

“But you and Megumi can’t be replaced,” you whisper, caressing Toji’s cheek.

Toji grabs your hand, squeezing it before he plants a gentle kiss.

You also can’t be replaced.

Toji wants to say to you, but the words don’t come out.

“Don’t feel guilty about this whole situation,“ you tell him.

“It’s hard not to..” Toji whispers, looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

You only shake your head as you let Toji rest his head on your free shoulder. Toji kisses your neck as you whisper sweet words to him.

I love you.

Toji closes his eyes, listening to your soft voice. The taxi arrives, taking the three of you to the train station. Once settling on the train, you cover Megumi with your jacket. You softly smile at Megumi’s peaceful face, making you realize he’s okay. Toji notices the way you keep looking at Megumi, tapping your shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod, resting your head on Toji’s shoulder, allowing sleep to take over. He kisses your head, moving his arm behind your back so you can relax on his chest. Toji gently brushes your bangs, revealing a spiderman band-aid on your forehead, making him chuckle. He is sure that Megumi did it as the band-aid isn’t properly put on. The single father stares at the two sleeping figures, leading him to kiss you and Megumi on the head.

“I promise to protect and love you two properly,” Toji whispers, getting hum from you.

He smiles, resting his head in the window, hoping he will fulfill this promise.

And he does with time.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

After you guys arrive in the countryside, Toji quickly uses the saved-up money to buy a small farmhouse right on the spot. The three of you settle in fast as Megumi gets along with a few kids in the neighborhood. He also enjoys his new elementary school. You also noticed that Toji became good friends with one of the kid’s fathers. Jin Itadori, as the three of you, spend every weekend with the family.

Toji always introduces you as his woman at every neighbor’s gathering. This results in people assuming that you’re his wife and the mother of Megumi. Still, you always correct them by saying that you’re not either. You don’t mind clarifying each time because it doesn’t trouble you, but you can see that it does bother Toji.

He regrets asking you out the day you guys arrived in the countryside and not if you wanted to marry him. Don’t get him wrong, these three years with you have been the most amazing, but he believes you deserve more after doing so much for him and Megumi. He feels that he hasn’t fulfilled the promise he made to himself on the train. He wants you to feel how much he appreciates you. And the actions you have done for him and Megumi because Toji can see that deep down, it hurts you when a few neighbors comment on your relationship with him.

This is why he takes the step to propose to you, getting the help of Jin and his wife.

It’s an ordinary weekend with the Itadoris at your house this time. Everyone is outside in the backyard, watching Megumi, Yuuji, and their new friend Nobara, who you invited. You see Megumi running towards you, alerting you that something must have happened. You stand up from your chair, kneeling to be at eye level with him.

“What’s wrong, honey?” you ask, looking over at him for any injuries.

“I can’t find my white wolf,” Megumi pouts. “Baby, but I just saw you play with it a few minutes ago,” you say, brushing his bangs.

“But I can’t find it,” Megumi says, looking at you with sad eyes. “Well, it has to be here outside, so how about we look for it,” you say, extending your hand for him to take.

Megumi nods, holding your hand. As you begin walking to the yard, you don’t notice Megumi turning to look at his father, throwing a thumbs up. Toji smiles, whispering something to Jin before he leaves.

Step one, cleared.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

You start searching, not spotting anything white in the area.

“Okay, where do you remember playing with it?” you ask Megumi, who’s pretending to look as well.

Megumi thinks, holding his chin. You smile as you wait patiently for him. “Oh yes! At the garden room,” He loudly says.

“And what were you doing in the garden room? You know you’re not supposed to be there,” you warned him, only for Megumi to shrug, making you laugh.

“Stay here, okay?” you tell Megumi, who nods.

You make your way to the garden room on the other side of the backyard. The good thing about buying a farmhouse is that it has a huge backyard where one can grow vegetables and fruits. You and Toji took advantage of it, making grocery shopping more accessible. Furthermore, it also made Toji build a garden room as he noticed you enjoyed planting flowers as a hobby. Megumi watches you walk where his father is waiting for you, making him run back and let everyone know.

Step two, cleared.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

Arriving at the garden room, you spot Megumi’s stuffed animal sitting at the doorstep.

“There you are,” you smile, picking it up.

You dust the stuffed animal as you spot a bit of dirt on it. You start to head back but stop when you notice the window of the garden room is covered. You frown as you always have it uncovered for the flowers to get sunlight. You assume it must have been Megumi when he was inside the room and played with the remote. You walk back to the garden room, sliding the door open. You shut the door once entering, noticing pink petals on the floor, making your blood run cold.

Don’t tell me Megumi broke something. 

You slowly look up, expecting to see a mess, but you don’t.

No.

What you see has you let out a shaky laugh, being too speechless. You slowly put Megumi’s stuffed animal down on the floor. The room is nicely decorated with multiple flowers that you’re sure aren’t from your garden. You spot multiple flower bouquets representing romance, family, and happiness down the end of the room, where you see your boyfriend waiting for you. You begin to tear up, slowly walking to him as you step on the pink petals that lead his way. Toji chuckles at seeing your expression, making his way toward you.

He feels you wrap your arms around his neck, “Y-You.” you cry out, not being able to finish, making Toji laugh.

“Why is my sunshine a crybaby?” Toji teases, wrapping his arms around your waist. You gently push him away, but Toji holds you tighter.

“I’m just teasing,” he says, wiping the remaining tears on your face.

You roll your eyes at him, making him grin, kissing your cheek. Toji feels you gently pushing him, thinking you’re upset, but realizes you are trying to look around the room. He watches how your mouth opens from amazement as you notice other decorations in the room, like the ceiling covered in flowers. Toji takes a moment to kneel on one knee as you are occupied with the decorations.

“Toji,” you say, smiling as you spot your favorite flowers at the center. “What’s happening?” you ask, picking a flower from the bouquet and smelling it.

“Could it be that you found out about the news-“you smile, turning to look over at Toji, dropping the flower from your hand.

Toji nervously smiles as you gasp, covering your mouth with your hands. “You know, I love you a lot, Y/N,” he says, watching you cry again. “You never gave up on me. Instead, you were so patient with me during the beginning of our relationship, which I’m thankful for.”

“But you did more than just that. You opened my heart and made me love again. You made me want to change for the sake of myself and Megumi,” Toji says, voice cracking at the end. “I realize that you and Megumi can’t be replaced either.”

You sob as you remember saying those exact words to him three years ago outside the building.

“I-I promised the day we rode the train to protect and love you and Megumi properly. However, I wanna make this promise for a lifetime until you get tired of my old ass,” Toji jokes, getting a smile from you.

“That’s why Y/N, please allow me to make you the happiest woman,” Toji smiles, taking out a small black box.

You begin to hiccup, already knowing that you’re looking ugly, as you can feel your mascara running down your face.

“Will you marry me, sunshine?” Toji asks, opening the box, which reveals a small ring.

Toji softly smiles at you as you struggle to respond to him. He sees you nod your head multiple times, hoping he understands, which Toji does. He stands up, gently putting the ring on your ring finger.

“I know, the ring is a bit too simple,” Toji says. “I’m sorry about that.”

You shake your head, “N-No… it’s perfect,” you sniffle, looking at the ring.

You’re perfect.

Toji stares at you as you admire the ring. He wipes your running mascaras with his finger, cleaning a bit of it off. You stare at him, making him stop as he makes eye contact with you. You close your eyes, leading Toji to close the distance between y’all and kiss you. He takes hold of the back of your neck, deepening the kiss while you rest your hands on his muscular chest. You break the kiss to catch your breath, Toji looking at you breathlessly.

“Sorry… I got carried away,” he breathes out.

“I liked it, though,” you say, looking over at him.

Toji pulls you towards him by the waist, kissing your neck as he tries to calm himself down.

You can’t. You can’t right now. You horny fucker.

You rub his back as Toji fights mentally with himself and his dick. Once he has cooled down, Toji removes himself. “You okay?” You ask, getting a thumbs up from the taller man.

“I’ll be all yours tonight, so just wait a bit,” you say.

“I know… but it’s hard,” Toji whines, making you roll your eyes at how dramatic he is.

Toji holds your hand, “I love you,” he suddenly says.

“I love you too,” you smile, interlocking fingers with him.

Toji then remembers everyone waiting outside, so he takes the remote from his back pocket and presses the cover button to uncover the window. You see everyone excitedly waving their hands. You spot a tent behind everyone that wasn’t there earlier.

“Come on, they are waiting for us,” Toji says, getting a nod from you.

As Toji opens the door, you take the time to go and pick up Megumi’s stuffed animal that you left at the entrance.

“Baby? Can you slide the other door?” Toji yells, pulling out the left door of the garden room.

“Of course,” You say, pulling the door handle and opening both doors.

Toji walks up to you, “Thank you,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

The two of you get interrupted by the kids. “Did she say yes?” you hear Yuuji yell. “Well, did she?”

Toji looks over at you, who lifts their hand to show the ring, making everyone scream for joy.

The final step cleared.

✯ *⁎ ✰ ⁎* ✯

Megumi quickly runs toward the two of you, jumping on Toji, who quickly catches him.

“You tricked me,” you say, handing Megumi his supposed lost toy.

“I had no choice,” Megumi truthfully responds, making you laugh.

Megumi glances over at you, “C-Can I…” he starts but stops, unsure if he can say it. You and Toji noticed his hesitation, so you both encouraged him not to be afraid.

“Can I now call you mom?” Megumi asks, looking over at you.

You automatically take Megumi away from Toji, hugging the little boy. “You can call me whatever makes you comfortable, darling,” you smile, kissing both his cheeks.

“I love you, mom,” Megumi whispers in your ear, making you cry. “I love you more, sweetheart.”

Toji, who’s a few inches away from the two, smiles. He knows it must have been hard for his seven-year-old son as he never had a mother figure to depend on since his past wife passed away once giving birth to Megumi. However, that changed when you came into the picture. You gave Megumi that motherly love since the day you started to babysit for him. It makes Toji wonder if you were sent by her. To love and not judge either of them because you were the first person to accept him and Megumi like ordinary people. Unlike his old hookups or flings, who would stop once, they saw how they lived or that he had a kid.

You were different.

Like an angel that fell from heaven, always kind, sincere, but most of all, so bright.

And you still are.

Toji heads towards you, who’s bouncing Megumi in your arms. “Let’s go,” he says, extending his hand for you to take. You smile, automatically holding Toji’s hand. Megumi asks you to put him down, which you easily do. He holds your other free hand, making you and Toji smile.

“Alright, let’s go,” Toji says, as the three of you begin walking hand in hand while everyone is waiting at the tent.

You soon have everyone congratulating the two of you. You even get help cleaning your leftover makeup, as Nobara and Yuuji bring wet wipes.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” you hear Jin yell as he opens the tent.

You thank Yuuji and Nobara, who quickly run inside the tent. Toji looks over at you and smiles as he sees your bare face.

Cute.

Megumi drags you towards the tent, opening it for him to enter. You get a small glimpse of what’s inside, which has your mouth open. Toji sees how you still haven’t entered, making him pull you further inside the tent so you can see everything. You spot a huge table at the center with fancy plates, glass cups, and utensils. You spot a few people in uniform who are waiting.

Toji leans closer to you, “You like it?” he whispers over your ear.

You turn to look at him. “I do… but this must’ve cost a lot, Toji,” you say, still looking around.

“Jin and his wife helped me get a discount,” Toji says, kissing your head. “It was still a lot, but anything for you.”

Toji feels you cup his face, giving him an unexpected kiss. “I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you more,” Toji says, pecking your lips.

The two of them get interrupted by Megumi, “Mom, Dad, I’m hungry, so can we go sit already,” he says.

You and Toji laugh, letting go and agreeing with him. Everyone is already sitting, leaving just the three of you. Toji tells the waiters to start serving, which they do. You take a seat at the front, along with Toji and Megumi. As everyone is eating and talking. Toji takes the time to appreciate seeing everyone enjoying themselves. He looks over at you, who’s wiping Megumi’s face, that’s covered with sauce. He smiles, feeling in a state of happiness. He suddenly stands up, ringing his cup, which gets everyone’s attention.

“Umm… can I have everyone’s attention?” He awkwardly asks, making you giggle.

“I just wanted to thank you all for joining and helping me with this special moment. I’m really happy right now… so thank you,” Toji grins, lifting his cup.

Everyone follows, yelling ‘cheers.’

The waitress brings out some champagne to celebrate, pouring some for the adults. Once they get to you and Toji, you decline right away.

“Oh no, I can’t drink,” you tell them. “Can I just get the same juice the kids are being served?” you ask the waiter, who elaborates.

Toji sips his champagne, lifting his eyebrow as he knows you’re old enough to drink. Once the waiter comes with your juice, you take a sip, feeling Toji’s eyes on you. You try to ignore his stare, but Toji moves his chair closer to you, not allowing you to ignore him. “So, you can’t drink?” Toji asks, making you sigh.

“Yes, I can’t drink,” you say, looking over at the taller man.

“Why? You never had a problem drinking a bit of alcohol,” Toji argues, making you look away from him.

Toji waits for you to respond, but he notices how you start to look a bit nervous. This makes him think that maybe it’s something serious, so he patiently waits for you, taking your hand into his. You play with his fingers, debating if this is the right thing to tell him, but you then think double the surprise isn’t bad.

So, you go for it.

Toji sees you gesture to him to scoot closer, which he does, as he leans more. He feels your lips on his ear, and soon he hears you whisper something that makes his ears ring. You move away, looking at Toji, who’s already looking at you with wide eyes.

“A-Are you for real?” he asks. You nod your head, eyes getting teary.

Toji tightly hugs you, knocking your drink over at the table. Everyone quickly stares at the two of you, wondering what’s happening. Toji starts to kiss you all over your face, making you laugh.

“How long?” he asks, wiping your tears. “F-Four weeks,” you sniffle.

You and Toji look at each other, and you feel him hold both of your hands. “Thank you,” he whispers, kissing both your knuckles.

“Thank you for this amazing news,” Toji says, eyes starting to get watery. “For giving me the best surprise.”

You nod as you let your tears fall, hugging him. “I love you, Y/N,” Toji breathes out.

“I-I love you too,” you stutter.

The guests are confused when the two of you are hugging and crying. One of the waiters is cleaning the mess you guys made, which you still haven’t noticed. Megumi looks over at his parents, making him leave his seat and head towards y’all.

“Why are you crying, Mom?” he asks, seeing how red your nose is.

You and Toji let go, reaching for Megumi, who automatically walks over to you, sitting on your lap.

“Your mama just told me some big news, dumpling,” Toji says.

“Good news or bad news?” Megumi asks, looking over at his father. “Good news,” his father responds.

“So, what is it?” he asks, looking at both his parents.

Toji looks over at you, nodding his head. “How would you feel if I told you that you’re going to be a big brother?” you carefully ask, scared to see how Megumi would react.

“I’ll be happy,” Megumi responds. “Am I going to be a big brother?”

You nod your head, resulting in you and Toji receiving a big hug from Megumi.

“I’m going to be a big brother!” Megumi suddenly yells at the table, surprising everyone, even you and Toji.

Toji and you look at each other, shrugging your shoulders as you both can’t do anything now that the news it’s out.

“It’s true,” Toji says, standing up. The guests starts to cheer in their seats.

As everyone heads towards y’all and congratulates you guys. Toji steps away for a bit, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything. He never thought it was possible to feel such happiness again. Toji looks back towards you, seeing you explain to Yuuji where the baby is as the small boy is confused. The father heads outside the tent, letting out a shaky breath. He closes his eyes, allowing a single tear to fall before aggressively wiping it off with his hand. Toji looks up at the sky and wonders if he deserves all of this.

If he deserves this second chance.

“Dad…” he hears Megumi’s voice, making him turn his head towards his son.

“What are you doing here?”

Toji walks up to his son, lifting him up and putting him on his shoulders. “Just thinking,” he tells his son, who hums.

“About mom?” Megumi asks, hands playing with his father’s hair.

“Yeah…” Toji responds.

Megumi also looks up at the sky, “It’s okay to be happy,” he tells his father, surprising him.

Toji slowly puts Megumi down, looking at his son, who’s giving him a small smile. “Don’t be sad that you’re happy,” his son tells him.

Toji kneels down to hear his son clearly, “It’s okay,” Megumi says. “We all deserve to feel happiness in our life.”

Toji can’t help but let a few more tears fall. He forgets that his son is very wise for such a young age. Megumi hugs his father, rubbing his back this time. “It’s not cool to be a crybaby,” he tells his father, making him chuckle.

This makes Toji recall the times he has teased you for always being so emotional during every movie night y’all would have. Now his son is making fun of him, karma, indeed.

“You’re right,” Toji says as he looks over at Megumi, who’s cleaning his face with a tissue he took from his pocket. “Thanks, dumpling.”

Toji picks him again, spinning the little boy. This makes Megumi break into laughter, telling his father to stop. “Megumi…” Toji calls his son, making the little boy look over at his father.

“Are you happy?” he asks.

Megumi nods, “Very.”

Toji smiles, kissing his son’s cheek. “I’m also happy,” he says, laughing as he sees Megumi wipe his cheek from the kiss he received.

“Will we be happy forever?” Megumi suddenly asks.

“Of course,” Toji responds.

“N-No one will come and hurt us again, right?” His son asks, looking at his father in concern.

Toji knows that Megumi has been a bit traumatized by the apartment attack. His son kept having nightmares the first weeks you moved here. It took time for him to feel safe and secure, but Toji knows it’s hard to forget.

“Mom won’t get hurt, right?” Megumi asks, tightly holding onto his father’s sleeve. “No, dumpling,” Toji says, holding Megumi’s head and letting it rest on his shoulder.

“No one will hurt you or your mother ever again.”

Megumi wrapped his tiny arms around his father’s neck, and his face was hidden on his shoulder. “You’re safe,” Toji whispers, making his son lift his head up.

“Mom?” Megumi asks, looking at his father. “All of us, dumpling,” Toji assures his son.

“Will we be a happy family?” Megumi asks. “The happiest family,” Toji smiles.

Megumi rests his head on his father’s shoulder, having Toji rub his back.

“There you guys are,” they hear your voice.

“Everyone keeps asking where y’all went,” you say, pushing open the tent.

“Fresh air,” the two boys say, making you giggle.

You walk up to them, brushing Megumi’s bangs. “Everything okay?” you ask, seeing how Megumi clings to Toji.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” Toji assures you. “You sure?” you ask again, looking at Megumi, who nods.

Megumi reaches for you, accepting the little boy into your arms. “Are you happy, mom?” he suddenly asks you.

“Of course I am,” you respond. “I’m happy to be able to receive both your and your father’s love.”

“The two of you have given me many amazing memories these three years. And I hope we have more memories now that we will become a family,” you smile at Megumi, who kisses your cheek.

You feel an arm around your waist, making you look over, only to receive a kiss on your other cheek. “I love y’all too,” you giggle, making both boys smile.

“Come on, everyone is waiting,” you say, starting to walk inside the tent with Megumi in your arms.

Toji stays behind for a second, looking up at the sky, and smiles.

I’m happy.

“Toji?” he hears you call for him. “I’m coming, sunshine!” He yells, taking a final look at the sky before heading inside.

Toji understood that it was okay to feel and experience such warm emotions. That there wasn’t anything wrong with getting a second chance if you allowed it and did it right.

And he did.

Toji gave you many more memories to remember throughout the years. He also never broke his promise, as he always protected and loved the two of you. And he’s continuing to keep it as you will now be four.

[seraphdreams]

Ran and Toji are the prime example of “if you break my heart I go date your father” Ran has no idea you’re his son’s ex because they don’t have the best relationship and Toji caught Megumi fucking around and anonymously sent you the evidence because he’s been wanting you and thinks his son doesn’t know what to do with all that womanly curves

oh? OH??? dilf daddy ran… wow a thought! and one thing about toji, he’s slimy. definitely doesn’t think megumi needs to be around someone as precious as you so of course he’ll fuck it up a lil, get you coming over to his place and sleeping in his bed to spite megumi .. and with ran, you can do so much better. why be with his son when you can get everything you need from the source? he takes care of you like no other and really shows you how someone his age treats pretty sweet ladies :((

[hexpea]

Ch. 20 - A Parent's Responsibility AN: (TW) There will be violence in this chapter -- homicide.

The next morning you awkwardly went home and dressed into regular clothing, then met Toji at the station where the two of you would take a silent ride back to your former town. You were incredibly nervous and incredibly scared, but also incredibly determined. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but you had convinced yourself that this was the only way. You were fed up, to say the least.

The two of you stood outside of your old apartment's door. Toji looked down at you as you stood next to him. "Are you still okay with this?" He asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you gave a single nod and took a deep breath. 

Toji then knocked heavily on the door. The two of you waited patiently and before you knew it, Masaru opened the door with a startled look on his face. 

"Y/N...Mat-" Masaru began but was quickly interrupted by Toji grabbing him by the neck, picking him off the ground, and walking into the apartment. You sheepishly followed behind and closed the door. 

Toji tossed the man back on the couch with an evil smirk. Masaru looked completely startled, eyes darting between the two of you. Your heart raced with fear as Toji continued to take the next steps. You suddenly weren't so sure anymore. 

"Well, Masaru," Toji began, suddenly hacking up the worm with ease. It's body slinked around his and produced a knife from between its lips. "It seems you've found yourself in quite a predicament. Care to explain why you took her daughter?"

"I-It's not safe," Masaru stuttered, "she wouldn't be safe around those...sorcerers!"

"As much as I agree with you, what about my son?" He asked.

"Y-your son?" Masaru asked, voice still trembling as he moved away from Toji, still on the couch as Toji continued to approach.

Toji bent forward and pressed the tip of the knife underneath Masaru's chin while the worm quickly dismounted from Toji's shoulder. "Yeah, my son," he repeated. "My name's not Matteo, dipshit," Toji snickered before forcing the knife through Masaru's chin, his tongue immediately being pierced as the knife came up through his mouth. 

Masaru screamed loudly, bloody murder even, his hands reaching up toward his mouth with nothing else to do. Tears began to fall from his eyes.

"You're gonna' regret hurting her," Toji laughed sadistically, removing the knife and quickly plunging it into his chest with ease. Killing regular, non-shamans was easy work. It paid quickly, too, when the murder wasn't for personal reasons. 

You watched onward with curious horror as Toji plunged the knife over and over, blood beginning to splatter all over the white couch. The life had long left Masaru's body as Toji continued his work. 

Now covered in blood, Toji came to a full stand and looked over at you. You were speechless but something about the look in his eye, the savagery of his feral nature, sent your heart into a tizzy. Your heavy breathing became evident.

"There, now you see the real me," Toji catches his own breath and tosses the dirtied knife toward the worm's direction on the floor. The worm began to ingest the weapon as you watched with a disgusted expression.

"What are you saying here, Toji?" You had suddenly made a connection regarding his disappearance. He stared at you, unmoving and eyes still low yet looking over at you. "That I can't be with a killer, someone violent? Or is it because of her? ...Megumi's mother?"

The color in his face drained upon your mentioning of her. He felt a mix of emotions. He wanted to put the knife against your throat next for even mentioning her but he also felt the truth in your words as well as a deep longing for you, something he hadn't felt since her. 

Toji let a deep breath out, his shoulders slumping but face remaining like some kind of mean statue. "It feels like betrayal." You stood and listened. Though he had paused, you realized that he still had more to say and you wanted to give him space for that. "But I know what I want," a smile twitched on the corners of his lips. "I look at you today and...I now know that she'd...want me to be happy."

You thought for a moment, biting the inside of your cheek. Your mind felt almost like scrambled eggs from what you had just seen, it hadn't quite hit you yet. "I can't stand the killing," you muttered.

Toji's gaze shifted from one with low, angry lids to one with upturned eyebrows and a look of concern, as if he didn't want to lose you. It was such a change that it nearly shocked you. "I have one more job," he held up a single finger and said each word as if they were each their own sentence. "One more job," he repeated. "I have one more job that I've signed the contract to."

Your eyes widened at what exactly he was saying. "Toji, are you telling me that-?"

"I will stop for you," his voice was relatively quiet, his gaze now piercing. You could tell that he was telling the truth. "After I finish my uncle and after I finish this next job, I'm done. We'll take Tsumiki and Megumi away from here, start over."

You couldn't believe that this was the same man you met those years ago. You couldn't imagine him giving up his whole life, what he made of it at least, for you. You admitted that there was an undeniable connection between you both but to give up your entire career?

"How's that?" He asked seriously, stepping closer to you as your ex-husband's blood dripped down his face. "Will you have me then, Y/N?"

"Will I have you then?" You snorted with a smile looking up at him dreamily, every rational thought you once had leaving your mind without explanation. "I'd love to," you confirmed, getting onto your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss. His hands were delicately placed on your waist as you both tasted the iron from the blood that intermixed with your saliva. 

He smirked down at you, using the back of his hand to wipe the blood and spit from his lips. "Now get out of here, I've got some cleaning up to do," he glanced over at the devastating mess he'd made.

"What about Tsumiki?" You panicked slightly, looking toward the closed door to her bedroom and then back up at Toji.

"We need to leave her here for now," he advised gently, caressing the side of your face with his thumb, accidentally leaving a small smudge of blood on her cheek. "If you take her now, they're going to suspect you. She'll be okay, I'll have a neighbor call the police and they'll take it from there. She'll be back with you soon, I promise."

You stared at him intensely for a moment but relented, knowing he was right. "Okay..." you whispered and gave a small nod, feeling a knot begin to form in your throat as you began to process all of the events.

"Go home," he repeated softly with a small smirk, pulling away from you to bring attention to the mess he'd created.

When you returned to the estate, you continued your work. The fruits of your labor would pay off soon. Naobito's death was imminent, you knew it, but you didn't know when. Each time you'd enter the main room where he'd be sitting, you'd be warily aware of your surroundings, wondering if Toji would be there to strike.

It didn't happen for quite some time, news of it happening came to you inadvertently. You were doing your usual afternoon chores, hanging laundry to dry out in the courtyard, when you heard a loud screech coming from one of the attendants inside. You, and the other attendants with you, ran toward the main room only to find Naobito covered in his own blood and sitting atop his zabuton, his body slouched over in death. It looked as though he came to a quick end. You figured it had to be considering the man's technique. It made you realize just how skilled Toji was at his job. 

As an investigation took place on the grounds, another attendant handed you your mail. This time it went unopened, a sign of changing times for the Zenin family with Naobito out of the picture. 

Your jaw nearly dropped at the letter you read: Tsumiki was to be transferred back to your care, your husband suddenly missing and unheard from. With nothing left to go on and a previous investigation of your background to determine if you were safe, the case for custody was dismissed -- at least for the time being. Your ex-husband's disappearance was an ongoing investigation.

After the madness of the previous events died down, you went about your routine acting somberly, just like the other attendants, to avoid any suspicion. You knew a bit about police investigations in the jujutsu world. After the next few days, Tsumiki was transferred back into your care. Naobito's death was placed into the higher ups' care fairly quickly. The government enjoyed staying out of the sorcerer community's way seeing as the whole "curses" thing wasn't something they wanted loudly broadcast to the common public.  As for your husband's death, he was still considered missing. For the time being, it was considered his abandonment but the longer he remained missing meant the case would soon be considered foul play in one way or another. Toji had reassured you that he had his ways of keeping away from the police and that the four of you would be okay resuming life as normal. 

You and Toji had everything laid out, the entire plan on moving on from that life. On this day, the two of you stood outside of the city clerk's office. You had met him that morning for your appointment, an appointment to sign a marriage license.  He hadn't proposed in any sort of fancy way. The two of you came to an agreement that this was the way you could move out of the Zenin estate and properly assume custody of both Tsumiki and Megumi after quite a bit of legal discussions regarding Toji's 'mysterious' past. 

"Are you sure about this? It just seems so...sudden." Your voice was quiet as the two of you sat in front of a clerk at their desk, each of you with pen in hand and legal document waiting to be signed. There was a look of worry in your face. 

Toji looked at you, taking a deep breath and allowing his lip to fall into the smallest, reassuring smile. This sweet version of Toji was rare to be seen but you enjoyed each time it came out, though it was clear this time that he hated being this way in front of a random stranger who was stupidly smiling at you, patiently waiting for your signature. "I'm sure. This is the easiest way. I want this for us."

"Right," you nodded to yourself and faced the document once more, elbow on desk and ready to sign. "One step at a time," your heart fluttered as the ink began to dry.

You watched as Toji signed his name next to yours without hesitation. The thoughts he once had of betrayal to his deceased wife had been sated after much personal meditation from his time away, the understanding of his relationships more clear. You could never replace her, but you were someone new who he could love just as intensely in a different way. 

Despite the informality of your marriage, you still decided to change your name and your daughter's name -- to Fushiguro. 

[cursestitched]

CHARACTER INTRODUCTION. DEADNITE

LEGAL NAME. satoru jiro

DATE OF BIRTH / AGE. august 16th - early to late twenties / thirties ( verse dependant )

BLOOD TYPE. A negative

SEXUALITY. bi-sexual

ALIGNMENT. chaotic / lawful nuetral

PROFESSION. yakuza hitman -- jujutsu sorcerer -- avenger -- religious cult leader ( verse dependant )

ETHNIC. BACKGROUND. japanese - korean - white

POWERS. cursed spirit manipulation & reversed cursed technique.

ADOPTIVE FAMILY. mr and mrs. jiro ( parents - deceased ), shoko & hari jiro ( twin sisters - alive )

BIOLOGICAL FAMILY. sonja si-mok & toji ( parents - alive ), yuta kanamori ( younger brother - alive )

ACCESSING CLASSIFIED DOSSIER ....

DARK & TRIGGERING THEMES: violence, death, murder, parental death, organized crime, incarceration, body horror, dismemberment, gore, brainwashing, psychological horror, post traumatic stress disorder, dissociation, religious cults, psychedelics, drug abuse, gaslighting / manipulation and depression.

━━━ ACCESS GRANTED.

When Buddha faces the horrors of the world for the first time he's shocked, disturbed, and grief struck. At his lowest point, Buddha consults a monk, that has achieved inner peace in a world full of suffering. Their discussion inspires Buddha to begins his path to enlightenment.

━━━ PRODIGAL SON.

Satoru "Yurozu" Jiro came from privileged yet humble beginnings. A prodigal son with a bright future ahead of him as a student in one of Kyoto's most ambitious schools. His "parents", Shiori and Minoru Jiro, were respected members of their community given their respective charity work and being public members of The Star Religious group known for its unwavering beliefs in Master Tengen. Beliefs that the charmingly rebellious and more grounded in reality mind of Satoru didn't believe in. Viewing them as nothing but stories of mythology for the seriously devout to pray to in their daily lives.

━━━ REDS AND BLUES.

For better and worse, It was at the age of thirteen that his life was changed forever.

It started with seeing the monsters that went bump in the night, things that only he could see called cursed spirits born from the negative emotions of human beings. It was after a broken window incident at a convenience store that Satoru became the clerk's (an old man named Mr. Towa) apprentice while working there to pay for the damages.

This apprenticeship gave Satoru three years of experience in understanding his cursed technique "curse spirit manipulation" that required spirits to be exorcised into a ball and orally consumed. The taste wasn't pleasant in the slightest but as they say, no good deed goes unpunished.

━━━ ACCESS GRANTED.

At the age of sixteen, Satoru Jiro was framed for the deaths of three school friends and his foster parents due to the horrific nature of the crime and implications of plausible motives and fabricated evidence (specifically his fingerprints on the murder weapons) but in truth this was the work of a person that was a curse user just like Satoru. His younger sisters, Shoko and Hari (3 at the time) were placed into child protective services and later foster care while their older brother was incarcerated with a deal that spared him from the death penalty. A twenty year sentence that was later reduced to four years on account of being found innocent and his biological grandfather pulling some strings.

During his incarceration, Mr. Towa visited him and wrote letters before he inevitably passed away. The only saving grace was that Mr. Towa left a lot of books and journals about jujutsu sorcery / society and cursed techniques for Satoru to learn on his own. Through a path of mourning and vengeance, outside of being labeled as a monster to the public, Satoru's investigation pointed at organized crime and with the help of his grandfather Hakari, he worked his way into infiltrating the Yakuza crime syndicate.

━━━ ACCESS GRANTED.

From learning about his birth parents being alive to finding out that his "parents" had essentially been blackmailed into kidnapping him as an infant as part of the religious groups trafficking ring, to finding out that his sisters were almost victims of it because of the abusive household they had been placed into --- Satoru, having consumed about 460 curses by this point, "disposed of" those deserving of his "righteous punishment" and got his sisters back.

It was later, through an agreement made between Grandfather Hakari and Nick Fury that Satoru and the girls would relocate to America and Satoru would begin his training in becoming an avenger with a second chance at redemption.

━━━ TIMELINE: WANDA.

[ POST AGE OF ULTRON ]

Its the thump of an unrequited love. They have a lot in common (dead parents, dissociative behaviors due to extreme trauma, still trying to understand the powers they didn't ask to be born with, etc) despite her romantic interests in the synthazoid named "Vision". Satoru is humble enough to respect it, he doesn't want to ruin their friendship despite a glint of something more being there. Its through his charmingly mischievousness and the big brother energy that Wanda is reminded of her. deceased brother Pietro.

Shoko and Hari love Wanda and the team but mainly Wanda, she's their favorite hero. The girls are still learning how to handle their cursed energy but other than that they can have safe, regular lives despite wanting to come with the team on missions.

Satoru and Wanda have built quite the close friendship. They sparkle some kind of hopeful light back into one another. While Wanda hasn't picked a name yet, Satoru goes by the alias "DEADNITE" with a custom made suit that allows him to channel his cursed energy more effectively.

[ CIVIL WAR / INFINITY WAR ]

Then the sokovia accords happen and the teams are split into two. Satoru stands on Tony's side but like Natasha there is some neutrality there. Prior to Wanda and Vision being fugitives on the run, Satoru lends a hand and lets them hide out in his private home.

And then "the plan" is discussed. Wanda refuses to do it as the inevitable encounter with Thanos looms closer. Vision pulls Satoru aside, asking him to promise to take care of wanda in his absence. He's been aware of Satoru's feelings for a while now but respects the fact that he never made a move on wanda or tried to tear them apart. Regardless, Vision puts his faith into this promise and Satoru relents to the reality of losing a teammate for the greater good and agrees to keep that promise.

But alas all of that is shattered in the wave of the snap. He watches miserably, fatally wounded in his fight with Thanos, as his teammates and allies are snapped into dust. Wanda's look of reliefs as her body disintegrates, Vision's lifeless corpse staring at him from afar.

For a moment, he's that frightened boy standing over the disfigured bodies of classmates and parents, petrified. In the aftermath, he tries to muster the strength to fight, to get on his feet and movie but Thanos has already shortened the distance between them. Nothing but a false god looking down on a wounded animal in pity. Satoru's spine is damage and his suffered a devastating fracture to the skull. He's not sure how much blood he's lost but its not long before everything becomes a blur and death takes him.

[ AVENGERS: ENDGAME ]

At least, so he had thought. Since that day, he's been in a coma for three years. Thanos left him to succumb to his wounds but didn't account for his body being retrieved by his grandfather who puts him in a water tank imbued with cursed energy to heal his grandson. Satoru Jiro's body is reported missing when SWORD goes to collect Vision's body. Teammates that survived the snap rightfully assume based on eye witnesses that he is deceased.

By the third year, Satoru awakens and despite his protests to help in the fight to Thanos, his grandfather convinces him otherwise, having him focused on refining and strengthening his technique and overall experience and understanding of Jujutsu Sorcery. For the next two years, He has committed himself to the faith of the Bhuddist following after forcibly taking over the star religious group and using it as his main resource for large money donations and collecting curse spirits from individuals unknowingly cursed. Through that, he uses his charismatic and unsuspecting nature to gain a mass following, speaking of a world reborn (the blip) from the darkness (the snap) and much more.

[ WANDAVISION ]

Satoru also has knowledge of the multiverse, the eternals and much more. Even the darkhold and its infamous scarlet witch prophecy after either encountering or watching the witch Agatha from afar. It's possible that they could've been working together but concealed their motives about Wanda. Satoru in particularly counting on Agatha's downfall and Wanda becoming The Scarlet Witch.

When the events of Wandavision happen, Satoru is present in the 60's era as his a kind generous monk in large Buddhist clothes in light of Buddhism and asian immigrants coming to america, with zen Bhuddism later becoming more prominent in American culture by the 1970's and 1980's. Much like Agatha, he is unaffected by the mental brainwashing of the hex but plays his role accordingly.

[ MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS ]

Satoru has been keeping an incredibly close eye on wanda and her use of the Darkhold through his dream cursed technique from one of the spirits he consumed. He takes the opportunity to retrieve Wanda's body from the rubble of Mount Wundagore, where he and a still hex controlled Agatha take care of her in the safety and isolation of his religious sanctuary.

There no telling what sort of imprisonment conditions were going to be enforced if the TVA had succeeded in arresting her for her crimes through the multiverse. They didn't have the foresight to see and understand that Wanda Maximoff was the vessel of the elder god Chthon and the creator of the Darkhold. She would face an execution by that fact alone and Satoru just couldn't sit by and let that happen.

She's been in a coma for three months now and he's been preparing a rehabilitation course just for her. It's a much better alternative than whatever anyone else had and it would actually help instead of just keeping her locked up somewhere. That and the positivity and support of his community, his mentorship in helping her build emotional and mental strength against the Darkhold's corruption while learning more about her powers -- it's the best thing for her and Satoru held strong to those beliefs.

Perhaps, it's love or perhaps it's madness thats driving him now. He can't quite distinguish one from the other. One thing he's certain of though, now that Wanda is alive and in his care -- he won't let anyone or anything harm her or her happiness ever again.

[suna-reversed]

Icarus’ Irony ☀️

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

alternative title: “but I crumble completely when you cry”

2k+ words

Minors DNI‼️

A/N: if you haven’t already seen this cosplay, go get some Toji brainrot

Warnings/Tags: mentions of violence, manhandling, dacryphilia, mild dub-con, fingering, mating press, cum play, breeding kink, size difference, cheating, smoking/alcohol, shotgunning, degradation, slight praise, angstt, hurt/comfort

“Do you know of how Icarus fell?”

His question snapped you out of your post orgasm daze. You looked up at him from where your head rested on his bare chest, thighs straddling his lap, quivering a little as you pulled away to look at his face in the moonlight.

“He flew too close to the sun?”

Toji looked deep in thought as you answered, nodding his head slightly,

“Ah yes, he did…”

You almost purred as his warm hand slid up your thigh, kneading the sore-marked flesh,

“ ...but that wasn’t what what damned him”

He paused again, dangling the lit cigarette held in between the index and middle finger of his other hand, the same fingers that were buried deep inside of you not too long ago,

“...his ruination came with his desire. The closer he got, the more he craved. His delusion didn’t even let him feel the searing heat that burned through his flesh. He was too lost in thought of the eternal glory he believed he’d found.”

Toji adjusted his gaze to meet your eyes, the acrid scent of smoke hitting you as he leaned forward. His actions seemed slowed and you found it hard to differentiate the golden aura around his silhouette from his actual self. Has he always been so ethereal? 

“Do you think he smiled?” 

“Huh?” you mumbled out drowsily, your head falling back on his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. night-chilled mist and cedar. His hoarse chuckle sent shivers down your spine. 

“I asked, do you think he smiled...knowing he was the only one to ever get that close to the sun, even if it destroyed him in the end?”

You heard Toji take a puff out of his cigarette and your breath hitched as a hand came to your jaw, tilting your head up as he exhaled out the smoke in between your parted lips.

How had he stayed this long tonight? Usually, you’d be cleaning yourself up by this time, no trace left of the man who had been whispering sultry words into your ear while pounding into you from behind moments ago. He was never this talkative afterwards either. 

“Why are you asking me this?”

He leaned back, turning his head away from you. The slightest of change could be sensed in his posture as you hesitantly brought your fingers up to trace the scar next to his lips. He’d grabbed onto your wrist halfway before it could reach his mouth everytime that you had tried it before, growling a low “wanna try that again?”, that usually led to you being stuffed full of him once more. Perhaps he was too high to care tonight?

“Why am I asking you this?” A dry laugh left his throat as he finally looked back at you, still making no attempts to pull your hand away from his face. 

“because I think you’re flying dangerously close; whether for warmth, for lust, for love; whatever it is, I have a feeling you’ll go down smiling even when the light sets you aflame.”

You were too lost in his eyes, your mind clouded by the feel of his unclothed skin against yours. How did he get the scar? Had he ever told you? Did she know about it? A burning sensation formed in the pit of your chest as your eyes slid to the gold band kept neatly on the nightstand. He removes it every single time; right before he sinks to his knees with a moan, saying his prayers in between your thighs as your heels dig into his spine. 

You couldn't register his words anymore. It all sounded like incoherent gibberish, perhaps that's what it all was. Perhaps, that’s all everything he’s ever said was. 

“I only stay with her because of my son” 

“I’ll get a divorce soon enough” 

“She wont let me live in peace if she finds out-”

All gibberish. Garbage. Empty promises. Lies. Words that held no meaning.  

His lips were still moving, but all you could hear was the loud ringing in your ears. Suddenly, the sensation of his flesh against yours felt like too much. You couldn't breathe as bile rose up to the back of your throat. You pulled your head away from his chest, but the warmth wouldn’t leave you, the wet feeling on your cheeks worsening the burning of your skin. 

Why was he still speaking? Could he not see that you were dying?

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

You found your lips moving out of their own accord 

“Leave-leave me alone I hate you”

The sob that ripped from your throat made you feel like you had just been pushed off from a skyscraper, feeling the end nearing, but it never quite seemed to come. 

Your incoherent pleas of being left alone continued as you felt muscular arms wrap around your figure; your sobs getting louder as you felt yourself being picked up, and then laid down on the plush mattress that still held the remnants of your previous feat with the man above you. 

You didn't realise you had been thrashing until a hand grabbed onto your wrists, bringing them together as Toji used his weight to pin your struggling body down, his other arm coming around to pull you into his chest, effectively muffling out your screams. 

Your sobs took a while to die out; leaving your eyes burning, throat dry, and the throbbing pain in your head worsening by the second as you continued to stare at the chipped ceiling past his shoulder. The same ceiling you had stared up at as he had ruthlessly rutted into your cunt, calling you “his obedient little slut”- “his cumdump”. 

That’s what you’ll always be, isn't it? 

You felt the grip around your body loosen, the weight lifting off of you slightly as your eyes came in level with his face. He held an unreadable expression like always. A bitter laugh escaped your throat as you looked back on all the times you had dreamed of the scar next to his lip twitching up, only for you. 

“Stop it.” His voice was smooth, your body instinctively reacting to his command. You hated it. But you still did have control over your words, 

“Fuck off” 

You saw his eyes darken, his hand moving up to grab your jaw harshly, 

“What was that?”

Smack!

Your palm burned as it landed, the skin of his cheek already tinting a deeper shade of crimson. 

Heavy silence hung in the room.

You gasped in shock as you felt a pair of lips crash down onto yours, Toji’s tongue making its way into your mouth as you groaned. You contemplated biting his tongue, but the rational part of your brain seemed to be dulling out more and more the longer that his tongue remained clashing with yours, his hands moving up your abdomen to grope your chest, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. 

You shut your legs together as his hand tried to slither in between, but your efforts were to no avail as he grabbed onto your thigh, holding it away, not even wasting a second to dip his fingers into your heat. You felt your face heat up at the wetness he found there. Toji moved back to sit on his knees, thumb circling your clit as you tried not to let out any more sounds of pleasure. 

“You hate me huh? Then what’s this?” His fingers pumped in faster inside of you making you arch your back, a cry of shame leaving your mouth. 

Toji grabbed onto your thighs to push them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulders and biting at the tender skin he found. A loud moan left you as you felt him line up with your entrance, the tip already making you feel the stretch of his huge girth. 

You opened your eyes, only to be met with the same chipped ceiling once again. Tears welled up in your eyes, making your vision blurry as you felt a sob bubbling in your chest, pitying your own resolve for breaking so soon. 

But then you felt something rub against your cheek. A calloused thumb brushing away the tears as a forehead came down to press against yours, and you found your orbs locked onto the malicious ones of the man you had wrecked your sanity for. 

“You are…” he sighs out, and you grunt as he slides deeper into you, “...the only thought that plagues my mind.”

His lips meld with yours once more as he finishes his sentence, both of your moans being muffled against each other’s mouth. 

“...all-the-damn-fucking-time” he thrusts into you in between words. It's the closest he’s come to being gentle as his strokes, though slow, still hit deep inside of your dripping cunt. His hips jut into you more intensely as you bite his lip, hands moving up to entangle themselves into his dark locks.

You were crying and moaning and screaming all at the same time as his cock hit all the right spots, the pain of his huge member still being evident even after it had fucked out your pussy countless times. But it was drowned out by the pleasure as his fingers found your clit once more, hastily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he picked up his pace. You found your face contorting in pleasure soon enough, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as you felt your climax coming. 

“C’mon, go ahead, cream all around my cock like the good girl you are.” He grunted, voice deep and dripping in honey.

The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped as his tongue licked its way up from your neck to your jaw. Toji continued fucking into you as you rode out your orgasm, your body spasming from the overstimulation as you felt your insides being filled with thick spurts of cum. Toji groaned, pulling back to look at the sight of your cum-filled cunt, collecting the slickness that had dripped out of your hole with his thumb, only to push it back inside.

You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to cry or curse him as he got up, walking out the bedroom door. The hollow feeling once again flooded your chest as you shut your eyes, hoping to wake up from this endless nightmare. 

Your body jerked awake as you felt something cool slide against your thigh. You snapped your eyes open, lifting your head, only to find the man you had just cussed out a thousand different ways sitting on the edge of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand. You were too stunned to say anything, staring at him as he inched forward, continuing his task of cleaning up the mess. 

You let your head fall back against the mattress, sighing as the conflicting thoughts in your mind continued to race on. You found yourself being lifted, a blanket being put over you before your head was pulled into a warm chest, arms wrapping around you as a hand cradled the back of your head. Your thoughts all disappeared away, the familiarity of his body becoming almost cozy as sleep took over your senses. You thought you heard him mutter something, but then again, you might as well have dreamt it.

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Toji found his hand lingering over the door handle as he glanced at your slumbering figure. Sighing, he walked back over to cover you with the blanket that you had kicked off. 

He found his own mind flooded with conflicting feelings as he walked out of your building. He had never stayed the night before. Moreover, he was trying to find a justification for the three cursed words he had muttered last night.

He decided to blame it on the nicotine that was clogging his system. Even though he had felt his high clearing as soon as he had seen you sobbing and moving away from him, your face filled with disgust. He never wanted to see you feel that way about him again. 

He looked down at the golden band clutched tightly in his palm. The metal was starting to rust. He was surprised your curious little mind didn’t notice, didn't ask him why - because real gold didn’t rust. He found his mind flashing back to the first time you had asked him,

“Are you...seeing someone?” 

He hadn’t known you for too long then, but the tug in his chest each time you were around made him want to disappear out of existence. 

You made him want to lose all restraint, and what would the man be if he lost his sense of identity, the only armour he harboured; his rigid demeanour. 

The lie had rolled off his tongue easily enough, switching over the band on his index finger to his ring finger under the table. Lifting it up for you to see, he had felt his heart clench at the flicker of sadness in your eyes. But that seemed to work as even more proof for why he had to draw a boundary around himself.

You burned like a thousand fires, your brightness blinding, your warmth creeping up to thaw the ice around his heart.

It terrified him.

How he always ended up coming back for more, how he ended up breaking a little more each time his name slipped past your sweet lips, how he’d vowed to destroy anything that dared cause you agony. Even if it meant destroying himself. 

Toji Fushiguro finally knew the answer to his question. 

He too, would go down with a smile if it was you lighting the match to his pyre, if it was you ripping the wings off his back.

After all you were the only light in his life, his precious sun.

How does it matter if he burns himself out trying to get closer to you?

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