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churipu · 25 days
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★ ─── KILLSWITCH LULLABY . . . ( 02 )
warnings. cursing, toji vs parenting, in a world where toji actually takes care of baby gumi, gumi is at least 8 months old, non! sorcerer au, infant doctor! reader, toji uses the zenin clan name, but baby gumi is a fushiguro (takes after his mother).
note. i'm gonna leave it to your creativity to give your own cousin a name
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toji didn't know when the price of baby formula had spiked up — but in this economy? he wasn't even surprised, sighing out loudly in annoyance he eyed his groceries.
"take out the eggs," the male points out, and the cashier did exactly that; counting his groceries again.
still too much for him.
megumi was strapped on his chest with the same baby carrier he used in the clinic a few days ago, silently watching the cashier. thankfully enough, the store wasn't too crowded or he'd have people fussing behind him, "uh . . . y'can take out the bread."
"why not the baby formula? it costs the most." it was safe to say that the cashier clearly did not get paid enough for the job — and was the only person fussing in here, "you're holding up the line."
toji looks back to see nobody behind him, then he stares at the cashier. he swore that if megumi wasn't around, he'd beat the hell out of this person, "why don't you just do what the hell 'm telling you to do, because i have a fucking baby strapped to my chest — and if i take the baby formula out, the hell is he gonna eat?"
megumi squirmed on the carrier upon hearing his father's harsh tone, the two adult males staring into each other's eyes, obviously full of despise.
"and why don't we all move along? put everything back in, and charge the remaining funds into my card."
the two instinctively looked back, and there you stood. leaning your elbows on top of a trolley, the cashier undeniably scoffed — but he wasn't in a place to refuse your order, and so he did just that. toji on the other hand, was a little surprised to see you, megumi's doctor.
on the other hand, megumi was delighted, clapping his hands as his memories of you hazed back into his mind. toji watches carefully as you swipe your card onto the machine, tapping in your pin with ease. your swift movements is one he's jealous of, where he didn't have to hesitate to purchase things.
along the lines of that, you paid for your own groceries. grabbing the brown colored plastic bag with you, walking out of the store with toji beside you.
"uh . . . thanks. can i repay you in any way?" toji scratched his nape uncomfortably — ashamed that you had to step in and pay for his groceries.
"don't mention it, zenin. it's fine," you cheekily told him.
toji fished his phone out of his pocket, shoving it towards you, "give me y'r number, i'll pay you back when i have the money."
you shook your head, gently pushing the phone back, "it's okay, i swear," his brows furrowed further at your refusal — his digits slipping around your wrist as he slips in his phone inside your palm, "you know, if you wanted my number, you could've said so."
"what . . ? no." toji's blatant refusal made you laugh softly.
"'m kidding, and you don't have to return the money. i swear it's fine, zenin," his surname slipped out of your tongue, and there is one thing he hates more than his own parents — his own surname.
"just call me toji," he mutters out.
megumi gargled cutely, pointing his chubby finger at you, "hi baby gumi, you look fine — the effects of your vaccine's worn down already then, i guess?"
the infant giggled loudly, "yeah, it wasn't so bad. a little fever but it disappeared in a day," toji explains, palming megumi's head. the infant whining out in response, trying to gnaw on his father's hand.
"that's good to hear, then i'll see you next time? maybe." you slipped the phone back into his grasp, and toji grunted out softly, "bye baby gumi."
the word 'bye' didn't sit well with megumi — he reaches his hand out to you, making grabby motions. as if trying to tell you "don't go". toji eyed the teary eyed infant, immediately reaching his hand out to wrap his finger around the back of your collar.
"megumi's cryin'. don't go yet."
megumi cheered happily seeing as you were halted in place, clapping his hand, "and i'm the father," he grumbled under his breath — a little baffled at how his son seemed to be attached more to his doctor instead of his own father.
"give me your number." toji mutters out, he didn't know why he decided to say that, "i need . . . help with megumi's behavior, and i'll return your money once i have it."
you arched a brow, "i can do the baby gumi one, but the money? it's okay. it's on me," once again, toji slid his phone inside your palm.
toji shook his head, "i don't want to be in debt to my son's doctor. i'll return the money somehow," he replies, scratching the back of his head.
chuckling, you gave in to him (although partially because he kept on pushing and you still weren't going to accept his money), "fine, just know that i accept money based on my mood."
toji scoffs, "is that normal?"
"normal on my side," you replied, typing in your number and name.
the male heaved out a loud sigh, "i don't like being in debt," he muttered out, no matter how things get; toji's always made sure of one thing — to never borrow or let any other person pay for his things, "i'm trying to find a full time job, and once i have the money, i will pay you back."
"stop, think of this as an— an early christmas present, yes, that." you marveled, pointing your index finger at him, "an early christmas present for you and baby gumi."
toji clicked his tongue, "christmas is at least . . . eight months away."
"hence why i said an early christmas present!" you're not wrong.
"i don't know you like that for you to be giving my son and i an early christmas present," he retorts, rolling his eyes. megumi craning his head up to look at his father, "i don't even know what to call you . . ."
you shove your hand out, the brown colored plastic bag dangling just underneath your wrist, "i'm y/n l/n, since you insist on me calling you toji. y/n is fine, are we familiar enough now? we're on first name basis, and we've exchanged numbers. how familiar do we need to be for me to be able to give you and baby gumi early christmas presents?"
instead of toji, at the sight of your hand not too far in front of his face — megumi reaches his chubby fingers out to take your finger, "oh, see? your son agrees on this, don't you, sweet boy?"
it was completely repulsive at the fact megumi has warmed up to someone he just met a few days ago, and is seemingly more content to be around them more than someone who's spent eight months taking care of him. toji.
shaking your finger in front of the infant's face, your eyes lit up as if realization had dawned upon you, "hey, have you ever worked in food and beverage service?"
toji shook his head, "can't even cook for myself."
"how about working with people? customer service and those stuff," toji shook his head. he hated the customer service more than anything — having to deal with ugly personalities every single second. frankly, he'd rather deal with a hundred megumi instead of childish adults, "cashier work? behind the bar work? like a barista?"
"been a cashier at a grocery store, got fired 'cause of customers complaints about him," toji looks down at megumi who was fiddling with your index finger happily.
"no babysitters?"
toji shook his head.
"family members?"
again, he shook his head, "'ts just me and megumi."
"oh." you pulled your finger back, "my cousin owns a cafe near my clinic, he was looking for more employees and all — i'll ask him if it's still available if you want."
toji swallowed the non-existent lump in his throat, "thanks."
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"you must be toji, oh my god, y/n told me so much about you last night — not really, but yes. they told me some things about you," a male, approximately in his twenties, judging by his looks, gushes out, wiping his hands onto the beige colored apron he has on before walking over the bar and towards where both you and toji stood.
"that's me," toji replies, a little unfamiliar with the sunshine and rainbows the male was emitting.
"and this must be megumi. oh, he's so adorable, how old is he? a year? six months?" the male bombarded, a little giddy.
"eight months."
"you're hired." toji almost choked on his saliva hearing the male's sudden statement — this isn't how a normal job interview works at all, is it? or has he been going to the wrong interviews? he shot a look towards you, "on one condition . . ."
you were just standing beside toji, unmoving, stealthily smiling, "just go along with him, he's always like this," toji hears you whisper.
"in every shift, you bring this little guy with you."
this time toji actually does choke on his saliva, breaking into a string of coughs, "megumi? but— how is that normal? how is this normal? don't i have to do an interview or anything?"
the male chuckles, shaking his head, "we don't do things like that here, i do it my way. you're hired with a side note that little gumi here comes along every time, deal?"
" . . . is this real? are you real?"
you held back a laugh, and your cousin— the male — did not hold back his laughter as well as you did, and so the cafe was filled with the melody of his laugh, "this is real, all real. so deal or no deal?"
as much as he wants to believe in this, it was too good to be true. all throughout his past job experiences — never once did toji ever meet a boss who's so willing to let him bring megumi along. if not his boss, it's the customer.
apparently, it's not "professional" enough.
"uh yeah, of course . . . deal," it's not like he had the money to hire a babysitter anyways.
"good, good. come by tomorrow for training, yeah?" toji felt a double pat on his shoulder, "i'm (cousin), i'm thirty-two years old. we're technically family and i'm megumi's unrelated uncle now."
"thirty-two?" toji asks out in reflex.
you smiled at him, "he looks young, doesn't he? he's actually married— with two kids. they live in another city not too far from here, so they only come over during the holidays when his wife gets a work leave."
"thought he was in his twenties," toji replies.
"i get that a lot, not to brag. it's the skincare doing its job, y'know?" (cousin) clicks his tongue, "plus, you look young too. how old are you? twenty four?"
"seven." toji corrected.
"how old do you think they are?" (cousin) juts his chin out towards your figure, "two guesses. if you get it right, choose anything you want on the menu for you— and yoghurt for little gumi. it's on me."
you laugh, throwing your head back slightly, "so? go on."
toji eyes you, narrowing his eyes, "twenty-two?" he guesses.
"oh, good guess. close enough," (cousin) replies, leaning his hand on the bar, propping his cheek to the palm of his hand, "one more shot."
"twenty-four?"
"close. they're twenty-six." (cousin) shrugs, "i'm starting to think it's not the skincare y/n, i think it's our genes."
you shrug, "maybe."
"doesn't matter, choose anything you want, it's on me. it's a welcoming mini party for you and little gumi, yeah?"
toji huffed out in amusement, "'ts fine. i can get food out later."
"nonsense. go on, choose something. or a couple of things, it's on me."
"do i get a mini party too?" you chime in, leaning over the bar top, "i mean — i am your favorite in the family, right?"
"you get full price, y/n."
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gojo-enthusiast · 5 months
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Master Zenin — Toji Fushiguro Series
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18+, MDI, non-consent, consensual, P in V, masterbation, oral, sex sex sex, slave, heavy language. Do not read if you’re sensitive— this is an idea I have had in my head for many years, so here ya go. Stay tuned for more! Reblog & like! Follow me on X (Twitter) and IG🫶🏻
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“After Toji Zenin ultimately ends the lives of his family, he is now the sole member of the Zenin clan, he partners up with the Gojo Clan who him and his family were rivalries for years. If Satoru and Toji had to agree on anything in life, the one thing they wanted in life, was power. Wanting to create a world where they got what they wanted, and they ruled over everything they touched. Partnering up with Suguru Geto, and Kento Nanami, they raged war, taking over half of the states, enforcing this new way of living. “I am the master— you are my slave.” 21 year old you has been on the run for 2 years, trying to not get captured by any of these men. Until one day you are captured, and you wake up to the broad and smug Toji Zenin.
After years of knowing him, before the war he sought out. Can you find it in your heart to forgive and love him like you once did? Or will this be a war you rage towards the man who can’t let you go?”
Chapters
1. Where Are We Going?
2. Exhaustion
3. Cigarettes & Nuzzled Snores
4. When Can I Leave?
5. Papa?
6. I Can’t Hold Back (M)
7. Rain & Awkward Conversations
8. Will You Make Love to Me? (M)
9. Marry Me (M)
10. Bring Her To The Banquet
More coming soon— stay tuned!
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gojoandtojisleftnut · 2 years
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OMG HELLO HELO LEOOJDHSJSBS
FIRST MEETING WITH TOJI AND THE LAST PARAGRAPH OMG OMG OMG
now I can't wait for the new part
your wrote it so interesting
Hello! thank u so much baby, making me blush. <3 here’s part 2.
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Chapter 2: Juicenet café
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Parings: Toji Fushiguro x female reader
Genre: sfw
A/n and possible tw: I kinda have a character made up in my mind but I want it to be kinda of all inclusive so I’ll try to not be super specific with characteristics that might not be all inclusive (ex. hair type, skin color). -> fem!reader, language, age gap (duh), language, dilf toji.
Previous. Next.
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It’s been weeks. Maybe a month? He’s not sure. What he’s sure about is that he can’t stop thinking about you. Even when he’s in bed with his wife. The image of your plump lips around the blue straw, the image of your eyes looking up at him. The way you knew so much about him within the first five minutes of meeting him. You said you’ve been there. It makes him wonder could you possibly be the same as him? Could you possibly fix him if you’ve managed to fix yourself once?
The sound of seagulls flying over the port work as white noise to you. Sitting down writing in your agenda, he’s the only one you’ve been thinking about. Was it because you had a tendency to try and fix things even if they’re out of your reach? Was it because you’ve felt the way he’s feeling before? Stuck?
Slurping on your smoothie is when you hear his voice. You instantly stop. You’re officially going crazy. You must be going crazy. But then you hear it again. “Just pick one Meg, if you don’t like it I’ll buy you another one.” You look at him. He’s sitting right by the bar, a little boy holding his hand. He mustn’t be older than 4. You weren’t the kind of person to be at a loss of words, you always talked incessantly, but now.. ‘Lord help me.’ You thought to yourself.
Slurping on your smoothie is when you hear his voice. You instantly stop. You’re officially going crazy. You must be going crazy. But then you hear it again. “Just pick one Meg, if you don’t like it I’ll buy you another one.” You look at him. He’s sitting right by the bar, a little boy holding his hand. He mustn’t be older than 4. You weren’t the kind of person to be at a loss of words, you always talked incessantly, but now.. ‘Lord help me.’ You thought to yourself.
And then he turns around looking your way. He didn’t seem to realize the first few seconds until he did a double take. Head turning so fast he thought it was about to fly off. “Kid.” You mentally roll your eyes “already forgot my name? I thought I made a better impression.” he walks towards you leaving his son behind to decide what he wants. It’s his turn to roll his eyes “I remember your name y/n. What are you doing here?” You tilt your head “I work here you asswipe. I’m on my day off but still wor-” you were cut off by a small voice “daddy. I got a strawberry and banana one.” ‘My favorite’ you think. The little boy walks up to his dad holding the big cup with both of his little hands. They look exactly alike. It kinda scary.
Toji looks down at his son bringing him closer. The little kid then looks at you and you crouch down to reach his height. “Hello, I’m y/n. What’s your name?” The little guy shies away trying to burry the side of his head on his dads leg. “Megumi.” Megumi replies with the softest voice you’ve ever heard. “Nice to meet you Gumi.” you smile back at him getting up, and looking at the older version of him.
You’re about to speak again, thinking of the right thing to say when your thoughts got interrupted “Toji? Are you guys done?” A female voice comes from the front door. You look at your left and see a woman and a little girl standing by the door. ‘His wife’ you note.
His emerald eyes never left your face though. He needs to remember ever little detail of it before he goes. “You should go” you tell him. You thought your feelings towards the man you barely knew were nothing to worry yourself about. But the live reminder of his wife proved you wrong.
Why were you feeling the way you were? ‘I told you to never get your hopes up y/n’ your inner voice reminisced. You never intended to fall for a stranger. But look at you know.
‘Don’t get your hopes up Toji’ he thought to himself. But he couldn’t deny that the look in your eyes showed a feeling of distress. Jealousy maybe? Hurt?
“Yeah I probably should.” Eyes locking once again. In reality he wished it were your lips that were locked. You nod your head bidding a goodbye to little Megumi and watch them both walk out, receiving a kiss from her.
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hellavile · 2 years
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PART SIX.
warnings .ᐟ . . . violence, blood, mentions of guns + shooting, body dismembering, kissing, death.
previous chapter. masterlist. next chapter.
tags .ᐟ @dejwrites @sailewhoremoon @massivelynervousprincess @tojibreedingme @megumischubbycheeks
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“( your name ), we need immediate details on what you’ve learned. you’ve been out of contact for entirely too long, we thought something horrible happened,” the main boss, chief ken, speaks. your head is still hung low, feeling upset about it all. in fact, embarrassed. they knew you, and they knew that you never came low when put on these missions. so they have to assume something was up. “we were ready to send out a search party.”
“i’m sorry, i had to take a little break for myself. I realized later on that i didn’t report back to the office. it’s been—difficult.”
“difficult as in?” uzui grunts, hating that you were dragging this. although he’d never admit it, he was scared shitless that you had lost your life. taking this mission wasn’t an easy one. you were dealing with the yakuza, a criminal who’s been a high red flag in the police’s eyes for years. he was worried.
all you knew now was to lie. there’s no way you could spill everything about him without dragging yourself down, too. there was still so much information you needed to know about him for yourself, and you needed to hear the truth from his own mouth. so it was best to come up with things they’d like to hear.
“spade is an incredibly careful man. as you know, he finds a way to have money flow to his pockets in numerous ways. he has this partner named ichigo i think you should look into. he helps him run the drifts down shibuya. he keeps the people he values close to him, but not too close to where they know every plot he has planned. so far i’ve been to his home. the streets were dark so i wasn’t sure exactly where the location resided. i’m positive it was an rental.”
“any leads on the cocaine smuggles? or the illegal sex clubs?” chief ken asks, his palms flat on his charcoal sleek desk, his dark suit crisp on his body with his long hair drifting over his face. his gaze is intense, and for the first time it makes you bounce your leg nervously. uzui notices this since he’s standing nearby, squinting his eyes curiously. she’s never nervous. has this case finally cracked her?
“haven’t gotten that far. there’s been an incident where he’s followed me, or had someone do so. he has a bodyguard slash driver who goes by ban. he’s a big bulky guy with a scar that cuts straight down his left cheek. light blue, short cut hair. i’ve made sure to disguise myself on multiple occasions when tracking him. so far he hasn’t noticed. there’s this abandoned building that used to be a hotel. spade plans on flipping it, possibly to hide a factory for drugs.”
“does he know where you live?”
“he’s ertain i live at my mother’s bakery. i don’t have much more to say. i’m still working on it.”
“okay,” chief ken sighs, pulling his chair out and taking a seat. “aside from all this, are you okay? i know this isn’t your first mission, but it’s the first time you’ve dealt with a yakuza leader.”
you smile faintly. “i’m okay. i’ve handled bigger dogs. this one just happens to be a coward.”
uzui scoffs, rolling his eyes. “you sure you aren’t falling for that coward?”
it’s like he can call bullshit from a mile away. not once have you ever been out of contact with the agency for more than a few hours. you have a routine where you come in twice a week just to give incite on your current case. you’re insanely jumpy, as if you’re afraid he’ll come out and kill you. or maybe you’ve discovered something you don’t want them to find out.
you stare at him with annoyance. “what are you talking about?”
he turns to chief ken. “how do we know she’s not lying? we need more surveillance on her if we’re going to see the truth. how do we know he hasn’t manipulated her into finding information on us for him? next thing we know he could have us killed.”
“agent uzui, you think i don’t know that,” his voice is stern, uzui clicking his teeth and turning his face to the wall. “cut her some slack. she knows what she’s doing. don’t underestimate her. you have a tendency of doing that.”
you’re thankful for the chief’s praise of you, the man always being very fond of you ever since you’ve stepped foot into the CIA. he knows there were many men here that belittled you because of your high appraisals. thinking you made your way up by spreading your legs. it’s foul the things he hears, firing a lot of people on the spot for speaking so ghastly of you. a woman who was about her shit from day one.
“ignore him,” he puts his hand up as to block him off. “do you need anything?”
“just a few days off to gather my thoughts. it’s a lot to handle. he’s—one of a kind.”
“sure he is, he’s on japan’s most wanted list,” chief ken chuckles. you smile weakly. “but sure, whatever you need. spend some time at the bakery. bring some of those strawberry crepes you make, yeah?”
“i’ll be sure to remember that,” you stand, only walking in with your cellphone. “i have one request if it’s okay. uh, my friend, vina—he saw her with me one day he followed me. could you place some protection over her to make sure nothing happens? the last thing i want is to involve her.”
chief ken’s eyes soften, nodding his head with reassurance. he says nothing more, and you proceed to head out, needing to get home as soon as possible. on your way to the elevator, uzui manages to follow you, stopping the doors and heading inside with you.
“what do you want want? gonna accuse me of fucking him and smuggling drugs?”
his features go soft, his hands in his slacks as he rests his shoulders against the wall. “look, i’m sorry. you know sometimes i overreact and worry about you more than i should.”
“i understand. but i can handle myself. i have no reason to lie.”
“if you’re being coerced—”
“tengen, i appreciate your concern. but i’m honestly fine. am i afraid? slightly. i’ve done shit like this plenty of times.”
“i’ll trust you for now,” his eyes are piercing into your face as you keep yours on your feet, crossing your coat covered arms since today was a rainy day. it was silent for a while, the atmosphere tense. “i care about you a lot.”
“i know.”
“and i’d hate to see you hurt, or worse, dead.”
it’s so quiet you feel like you’d hear a penny drop, gazing up at him as he distances the space between you two, sucking in your breath from his heavy scent of cologne as he embraced you in a hug. you’re stunned, slowly wrapping your arms around his broad back, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat went rapid. you always found uzui an attractive man, really funny and cute when he’s not blowing a volcano out his head. you could separate him from the colleague title and call him a friend. the only time you two have hung out was really a christmas party where both of you got drunk and made out under a mistletoe for thirty minutes. never speaking of it again.
when he leans down to press a kiss on your cheek, your face heats up, gripping his white dress shirt in your hands as he breathes against your lips, waiting for your say so to make a move. his lips are pink and soft like cotton, your thoughts needing to be sobered up. you can admit, you liked him for some time. everyone has a little work husband they play around with here and there. it’s not like the two of you have never been intimate this way. it just hasn’t been recent.
vermilion eyes study you like fragile glass ready to fall and crack. uzui cups the underside of your chin to tilt your head up, his pillow lips roughly locking over yours in a lingering kiss, surprised with yourself as you kiss him back, closing your eyes and pulling him closer. the elevator dings to a floor you happened to press by accident, jittering from the confrontation with your boss. a person sees the two of you and neither of you pull away, the stranger giving you two privacy and waiting for the next one. his hands are big, your hips grinding as his caresses them, hot palms leading to your ass he only rests on, the black tights you’re wearing tempting.
this is crazy, you think. but was it? this was completely normal. what wasn’t was toji. his entire situation, your pasts, your mission to get him killed. it was all too much for your brain to handle. and the way he left you earlier, horny and begging pathetically? you were losing yourself for a man who’s known for being dangerous. what made it worse was his stupid text a few minutes before you entered the premises. an excuse about how he’ll take longer than expected, but didn’t want you to leave. fuck that. kissing uzui made a bit of those worries slip away. yet, you wanted more. you were still horny, and having this man touch you right now wasn’t going to satisfy you enough. you didn’t have to bound yourself to toji. you’re not his. if you wanted to fuck uzui, you were going to. you needed a distraction.
tearing your lips from his as you come to your stop from the 78th floor, you suck your lips inwardly, uzui smiling at you with that pretty face of his, ruffling his snowy white hair. come to me later. it’s what you tell him before grabbing his hands away from your ass, maneuvering past him and leaving the building.
<3
“heyyy buddy! good ta’ see ya’.”
smoke clouds the surrounding area as toji walks in with two of his right hand men, upping his chin at the stubby short man with graying hair, a formal suit clad on his skin as he walks away from a pool table filled with stacks of money, playing cards, cigars, and liquor. men who noticed toji’s arrival knew the deal, and hurriedly scrambled away.
“dino young,” toji greets with nothing but a stern appearance, hands staying by his side when dino brings out his hand to shake. toji only glares at it briefly, then brings his eyes back.
“what’s with the formalities, eh?”
“ban,” toji bluntly calls for him, the skyscraper man who’s been his trustworthy rider stepping forward. “shut it down,” toji chews his gum, pulling a glock from the back of his slacks and pointing it to his former partner’s head. dino throws his arms up in defense, the women around the burlesque bar screaming as gun shots fly off into the air from ban, half-naked bodies scrambling to find safety.
“toji, what—”
“it’s spade to you,” toji seethes, clicking his gun and nodding his head to order his other men to hold him down. they obey without hesitation, dino struggling to break the hold, ready to run until they tighten their grips and shoved him to his knees.
“come on man—”
“i picked you up from the shitty slums, raised you to be a man, give you women, money, clothes on your fucking back—and this is how you repay me? stealing my profit and gambling my shit?” a harsh crack from the collision toji’s knee makes with his chin echoes the area, the man groaning in pain, nose bleeding profusely. “where the fuck do you get off taking from me?!”
the uproar of their bosses voice makes the entire room grow cold, goosebumps climbing up their backs, hair raising on their necks. it’s rare to see him loose his cool, only doing so when either really pissed or sexually frustrated. and both seemed to be the case. toji couldn’t disintegrate you from his mind ever since this morning. the raising arousal and fondness of you mixed with anger, knowing there’s so many things you still hide from him. you were truly a difficult woman. part of him thinks he should be honest with you, that way you’d be willing to be more open with him. decisions, decisions.
a frantic trail of heavy feet stomping near triggers toji’s instincts, swiftly turning his head only to be met with an aggressive, angry man who quickly slashes a blade across the side of his mouth, toji’s green eyes widening in shock, reacting as if the pain was merely a scratch. his lip trickles with blood, eyes darkening at the man currently being tumbled to the ground after trying to put up a fight with his members. he recognized the man instantly from a tattoo on the right side of his head, a symbol known in the family for generations.
“eros,” toji bites his lips, voice dripping with venom. “the consigliere.”
“toji fushiguro. i have nothing but hatred for you. you’ve gone too far. think your balls are bigger than your head now that you’ve got the upper hand. i don’t know why my brother was foolish enough to let you reign. you’re nothing but a stupid child!”
“don’t be like that, uncle,” the smirk on his face is vicious, no ounce of kindness bestowed. the man lying on the ground blows his long blonde hair away from his face to see clearer. “ares knew exactly what he was doing when he made me the heir. i own this shit. it’s time you’ve put respect on me.”
“remember your roots, toji. you were nothing but scum when ares found you. just a beaten up, bloody little boy found in the park one night. we’re the same guys who’ve stuck by ares until his last breath. now you think because he gave you the title, you run everybody like dogs?”
“i’m inishing the legacy he couldn’t,” toji crouches low to his level, pristine sleek loafers creasing. he tilts his head to the side like a mad man, running his gun alongside eros’s cheek. “he got himself killed for being stupid. got himself caught up because of your bullshit, your inability to sacrifice for your family. your pussy attributes that got your own brother killed because you simply couldn’t commit. it’s only right that he made me the next leader. i never hesitate. i never complain. i never dishonor his name.”
“go fuck yourself, toji,” he hocks back to spit on his expensive shoe.
toji chuckles menacingly, tonguing his inner cheek before angling his pistol to eros’s temple.
“no thanks, can get someone to do that for me,” pow! the bullet goes flying into eros’s skull, twice, maybe three times if he’s feeling generous—until his blood his splattered along the floor.
“and now with you.”
dino struggles to release from his captivity, toji clicking back his gun before taking a lit cigar off the table and dragging a long, needed puff before blowing smoke in dino’s face, soon pressing the cigar into the side of his cheek. dino screams in pain. “see that? that’s how my dick feels when you play with my power. authority keeps the dick healthy, strong even. you don’t fuck with a man’s dick, dino. it’s his treasure. a valuable jewel only loyal to the man it’s attached to.”
“you’re fucking insane. your mother should’ve beaten some proper sense into you. maybe you wouldn’t have such a dickhead ego,” dino spat, toji raising his brow, unaffected by his cruel choice of words.
“let’s cut off your dick so you know how it feels, yeah?” it’s as if he disregards his entire banter, dino yells as in fright as toji cuts down his pants and holds the fallen blade from eros to dino’s crotch, slicing off the anatomy without an ounce of hesitation. the blood curdling scream fills his ears, not for long until his pistol splatters his brains aside ban’s face, stern as ever.
toji swipes the back of his hand under his nose, sniffling. “clean this shit up.”
the moment he takes a step outside, he’s pulling his phone out of his slacks, bringing your contact into view and dialing your number, hoping you’d answer. when you don’t pick up, he clenches the phone in his fist, crumbling it to dust if he could. He stomps towards his vehicle, not taking long starting the sleek gray GTR, humming the engine and speeding off down the late night streets of tokyo. he needed to see you, now. release some steam. forget about the events of tonight. killing someone always had his adrenaline out the roof, and his dick even harder.
he’s bouncing his leg agitatedly at a red light, ironically, not in the mood for the police to be his ass. fire bursts from his engine like fireworks, consistently pressing his foot on the pedal. a car pulls up beside his on the slightly dead streets, the pit of his stomach dropping as he sees you . . . for some fucking reason inside this car. a man he’s never seen before has his hand on your thigh, thighs his face was buried in between hours ago. hand stroking it until it leads up to your pretty face he caresses and you rest your head into with a smile. the man catches toji’s gaze momentarily, thinking none of it before speeding off once the light turned green. words couldn’t describe the betrayal toji felt. who the fuck was that? and most importantly, where the fuck did you think you were going with him?
his knuckles turns white as his grip burns harder on the wheel, cracking his neck and breathing out of his nose before following the car. he was going to find out.
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thejujvtsupost · 30 days
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So yesterday I accidentally posted the first part of the pro boxer! Toji au: My Blood Looks Good On You privately 😅 But here it is!
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Part One of My Blood Looks Good On You
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meiieiri · 14 days
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𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 | an original oneshot series depicting toji’s life with you right after he left the zenin clan.
a/n: not a plot-driven series ! the genre of the oneshots here will range from heavy angst to (mostly) fluff, but generally, this series will depict toji’s life as it complies with the events of the ‘hidden inventory’ canon arc. please feel free to send prompts or ideas in my ask box!
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•´¯`•. 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚: 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 .•´¯`• | the first years he spent in tokyo.
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ੈ‧₊˚ ep. 01: miso soup
-> toji will never forget his first night away from the zenin clan and the day he met you.
ੈ‧₊˚ ep. 02: i could be pink, i could be purple !
-> (18+) in which toji notices how you color-code your outfit every time you see each other…and promptly makes a game out of it in hopes it’ll cure his gambling addiction.
ੈ‧₊˚ ep. 03: i’ll give you my sunshine
-> in which toji hears the words “happy birthday” for the first time.
ੈ‧₊˚ ep. 04: blossoms in brine
-> your anniversary’s coming up and toji’s wondering why bouquets are so damn expensive.
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.•´¯`• 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤: 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 .•´¯`• | the happiest years of his life.
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ੈ‧₊˚ ep. 01: make you mine
-> toji finally lets go of the his name in favor of yours.
ੈ‧₊˚ ep. 02: let you break my heart
-> toji recalls the second time he fell hopelessly in love.
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yutamayo · 9 months
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sttoru · 8 months
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dad toji x reader grocery shopping with baby megumi
ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. you’re gumi’s mother.
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“look at your mama, kid.” toji grins as he lazily pushes your shopping cart forwards. you were walking a few steps ahead to grab some necessities, leaving the father-son duo behind, “she’s so damn beautiful, ain’t she?”
megumi was seated in the baby-seat, babbling and cooing just by hearing the familiar word ‘mama’ spill from toji’s lips. the simple mention of you gets your little son feeling all giddy on the inside, even if his limited vocabulary doesn’t allow him to fully grasp what his dad was saying.
at one point, you seem to have wandered a bit too far ahead. toji and megumi were three aisles behind you, which you didn’t even notice because you were too busy going through your grocery list.
“oh, no, what’re we gonna do?” toji playfully puts on a worried expression as he pokes his son’s chubby cheek, “we lost mama.” and as if on cue, megumi’s smile turns upside down. he couldn’t understand what his father was saying, though seeing that (fake) worried expression on his parent’s face was enough to make him burst out crying.
“hey, hey,” toji immediately tries to calm megumi down by ruffling his hair gently, “i was just jokin’, but eh— guess you don’t even know what that means, do ya?”
you immediately rush back to see what occured once you heard the familiar cries of your child and see your husband trying to soothe megumi. toji was now holding onto the baby, one hand on the back of megumi’s tiny head while the other was slowly patting his lower back in a soothing manner.
“what happened, love?” you ask worriedly as you walk over to the two. megumi seemed to have calmed down in his father’s embrace after a few moments. in fact, your son had completely forgotten his sadness the second you were visible to him again.
toji shrugs and scratches his cheek, “i was just jokin’ with the kiddo, but i guess he doesn’t like his daddy’s humor.”
you sigh and hold yourself back from giving toji an earful in the midst of the store once you realised what probably happened.
if the man’s not teasing you, he’s teasing his child. you don’t know how many times you’ve scolded your husband for making megumi cry on accident due to his jokes. it’s quite literally impossible to get him to understand that megumi is too young to pick up on social cues. it’s either that or toji simply acts like he doesn’t understand.
it was most likely the latter since you know that toji always loves getting reactions out of the people he teases;
“toji—” “yeah, yeah, i know. i won’t do it again, babe.”
oh, he most definitely will.
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sugucidal · 9 months
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# HOW TO SEDUCE YOUR NEIGHBOR 101 !! — M.LIST
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୨୧‬┊pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! reader
୨୧‬┊synopsis: one mistaken confession was all it took to have your world stomped to the ground and kicked to the curb. who the fucks confesses to their parent’s friend and neighbor (whos almost 20 years older !?) that they wanna fuck? and now he’s avoided you like the plague because of it. luckily, two years have gone by since then after moving away for college and you’re no longer that naive little girl. but what if you see eachother again? and he’s no longer able to hold back? duh. you’re gonna finish what you started. cause if there’s one thing you’re not, it’s a quitter.
୨୧‬┊warnings: taboo cw! + age gap (reader is 19 and toji is 34) + fem! reader + first time + corruption kink + cunnilingus + loss of virginity + first time blowjob + fingering + morally impure thoughts + size difference + mutual pinning + humor + reader turns her stuffed animals away from the atrocities that are being done on her childhood bed + toji is a pervy man that plays hard to get + you are an insatiable minx that tests his limits everyday + sort of forbidden love? ig + semi slowburn but not rlly its just for the tension + more to be added as it goes along!
‪୨୧‬┊a/n: reader is on her winter bimbo shit. i know its the middle of summer but idc!! the original fic got deleted a long time ago so the first chapter comes out right after this <3 second, follows right after (i know ahh).
‪୨୧‬┊CHAPTERS:
i. ITS BEEN A WHILE
ii. OPERATION: GET THAT D1CK
iii. RESISTING URGES (SPOILER IT FAILED!)
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infrunamie · 2 months
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toji fushiguro. a successful man by all means. a beautiful wife, a smart kid, a sustainable job. what more could a man need?
who knows. what confuses him the most is why he meets with you. why. he should be happy and content with the life he has now. but the thrill, the rush of challenge he gets being with you was that bit of color he needed in his so bleak life.
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“h-hurry, they’ll be home soon…” his breath hitched as your hands trailed down his body, back arching into your touch. “we can’t rush things like this, toji,” your lips kissed softly down his neck, holding back from leaving hickeys.
you sat behind him, hands exploring and imprinting his body in your mind. you were fully clothed and he was almost fully naked if it werent for the body tight boxers he had on.
your hand trailed down his chiseled abs, nails softly scratching along the way. your fingers hooked around the band and peeled it back and you were met with a wet mess in his underwear. “all this just from a little teasing? hah, what am i gonna do with you, toji?” you whispered in his ear observing how his cock twitched at the teasing. you enjoyed how he reacted to your touch.
you snuck his hand in and clasped his weeping cock in your hand, rubbing your thumb over the slit. “go on, fuck my fist,” and he tried. his hips weakly stuttered into your hand. “t-tighter,” he took a sharp breath and continued “please,” he toned down his cockiness just for today while you were with him because he was is your good boy.
“you remembered your manners this time baby!” you broke out in a smile and kissed his cheek. “i want to show you how much i appreciate you, my love. will you let me?”
that made him snicker, “is that even a question?”
the story of how toji ruined his life, part one.
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lemonlover1110 · 4 months
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Double Trouble
Dad Series
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Toji Fushiguro
Warnings: Pure Fluff
Discord 18+ - Twitter - Ko-Fi
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“I want a baby sister!” Koemi randomly spurts out one faithful morning. It makes Toji choke on his breakfast, hitting his chest a couple of times to cough up the bit of food that’s in his throat. There’s no way that Toji will agree to that, especially after he got them into a preschool and he has his life back.
Toji has never glared at Koemi before, but for the first time in his life he does. You agreed you don’t want more kids because twins are more than enough. Toji looks at you, and you’re taken back just as he is. You shake your head, and Toji says, “Never in a million years.”
“It’s not fair! Kisho has Megumi and I have no one.” Koemi yells, and Toji decides that he won’t start his day by arguing with someone that still has their baby teeth.
“You have your brothers, honey. You don’t need a baby sister.” You assure her, but that isn’t enough to convince her tiny brain. She’s stubborn, just like her father.
Koemi is smart, she knows how to convince you. She sneaks and takes the photo album that you have for the twins, leaving it on the coffee table. She runs to you when you notice it and pick it up, looking innocently as she asks, “What’s that, mommy?”
“Oh, nothing, baby. Just photos from when you and your brother were babies– When you couldn’t properly talk since you two are still babies in my eyes.” You tell her, and you decide to take a seat on the couch and look through the album, making Koemi join you.
You look at pictures of the twins from the first ultrasound to their first steps. Newborn babies aren’t all that cute but you had the cutest babies. They cried a lot, but you always managed to take pictures because they were too adorable. The biggest smile comes to your lips seeing a picture of Megumi with the twins, he holds Kisho while Koemi is on the couch, trying to reach her twin brother. Then a picture of Megumi who manages to hold both of the twins on the couch, who look to be around five months old.
You keep going back to this one picture that’s three pages in, it’s what gets you. Toji smiling at his newborn babies. Toji has many more pictures in the book, but that has to be the best one because you had never seen Toji so happy before. Sure, he was over the moon when he married you, but this was a level of happiness that only his kids could achieve.
“What are you–” Toji approaches you, and his eyes fall on the photo album. For the second time, he glares at Koemi. Given the tears that are welled up in your eyes, she’s convinced you. She’s a sly one. She’s his daughter after all. He has to think of some way to get her to back down. What’s something that’ll make her stop wanting a sibling? And then it dawns on him.
“Koemi, since you want a baby sister so bad, you’re going to learn how to share your toys. Mommy and I will call the stork if you’re willing to share all your toys.” He says, knowing that Koemi hates sharing. Toji makes sure to get two toys each for the twins since it’s a never ending fight with them, because of her. That’s something he doesn’t bother correcting because Toji also hates sharing. “Even with Kisho.”
She furrows her brows and ponders on it. She shakes her head, and Toji takes it as her backing down. She’s not willing to share her toys. “I don’t want a sister anymore.”
She ends up standing up and walking away, but that doesn’t fix the mess that she caused. Toji doesn’t have to think much about convincing you though, he only has to mention, “Morning sickness.”
“She’s right, she doesn’t need a sister.”
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churipu · 27 days
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★ ─── KILLSWITCH LULLABY . . . ( 01 )
ִ warnings. cursing, toji vs parenting, in a world where toji actually takes care of baby gumi, gumi is at least 8 months old, non! sorcerer au, infant doctor! reader, toji uses the zenin clan name, but baby gumi is a fushiguro (takes after his mother).
note. this song. this song. this song. i've been having thoughts about this song for a while and woahhh, yes. and the "this action will have consequences" trend? broke me.
-> series masterlist.
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"megumi, shut up for one second . . ." toji sighs out, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance — he was desperate, practically pleading for the young infant to silence his cries, "'m not fucking good at this shit."
the infant's loud wails resounded throughout the small apartment, and it took toji all his might to not let out a fuse. muttering out strings of curses as he shoves in a good amount of diapers inside a small elephant motive backpack, he throws in a small bottle filled with powdered baby formula along with a metal flask filled with hot water inside.
megumi was eight months old. and like every other parent's nightmare — toji had to be the one to bring the baby to the health clinic to get a vaccine. prior today, toji has tried to search up videos of babies getting their shots; and hell, he was even more nervous than megumi is (and the young baby probably doesn't even realize he's about to get his shot today).
there megumi sat in between his father's chest and the baby carrier in an uncomfortable position, the baby was sliding down slowly and he squirmed in an attempt to bring himself up as soft whines escaped his throat, "megumi, stop moving."
the baby stopped his small legs from kicking and just laid limp, sliding down at every action toji makes. although his whines never subsided, "shh, 'm having a headache right now. stop fussing over the carrier."
megumi had every right to be whining as of now. the eight month old was slowly slipping down the carrier because of how clumsy it was plastered on. he was practically clinging onto dear life.
"'kay, let's go get your shot."
finally, after a lot of unsuccessful attempts from megumi — toji hoisted the boy up his chest, clutching onto the small backpack with his free hand. the male slipped his worn out shoes, heaving out yet another sigh before exiting his apartment.
the sun was up and about. if it were at least a couple of years earlier, toji wouldn't have been awake at this time of the day. hell, he wouldn't have been awake at least until four hours before six pm.
toji's life changed drastically ever since megumi was born. he made stupid choices and paid stupid prices — regrets were felt in the end.
he loathes kids. and was given one, megumi was both: a blessing and a curse to him. one one side, megumi's birth unexpectedly developed a different point of view in life, one toji never really expected to see. but he did, and he's a little glad.
and on the other side, toji's got a life ahead of him. and having children isn't at the top of his fucking list. the male's twenty-seven, and could barely keep himself alive — in other words, he's financially unstable, with a son.
it wasn't even supposed to be like this anyways. nothing went right in his life, just the one time he actually decided to go out for a drink at night; toji made a fragrant mistake of getting too drunk. it never escalates well, considering he was now a single father of a baby boy.
megumi has a mother. of course — toji knew her, he remembered her briefly. the way she came over to his apartment, practically halfway into her second trimester. and they agreed to be in this together despite the fact that they were never in love, megumi was a child made out of lust. not love.
the two agreed that they would share megumi like a divorced partner. toji'd have megumi from mondays to wednesdays, and his mother would have thursdays to sundays; emphasizing on the fact she convinced him to let her have more days with megumi because she "loves" him a lot.
pretty ironic when she never turned up to pick megumi and completely disappeared out of his life, three months after his birth. blocked his number, moved out completely out of her home, and was never seen again.
toji was appalled at the fact she'd make all those efforts when he swore if she never really wanted to do this from the first, he'd be the mother and father that megumi needs.
and so toji became a full single father to megumi.
it was never easy since the beginning, considering how he could barely survive himself alone. and now with an addition to his safe zone, toji was clueless of what to do. he didn't know things about babies, or the fact that it cost that much for a can of baby formula and food.
not to mention the fact he just got fired from his only job a week ago — all because he brought megumi to his shifts, which apparently was a nuisance to the work environment. toji has tried to explain to his boss that he couldn't really afford a babysitter, but reality sucks, and life goes on.
toji hates to admit it. but he's struggling, a lot. he has no friends; no families that he could really rely on. it was just him against the world.
it took him six months to save up for megumi's vaccine. toji still has a bit of money in his account that he could use for at least a month's worth of grocery, that was the happiest news he found out the first time after what seemed like forever.
now he stood in front of an infant health clinic, holding onto megumi's foot with his free hand, whilst his other hand was holding onto megumi's backpack. the male inhales deeply before pushing himself in the clinic, stopping for a bit just a few steps in.
his eyes gazing around the clinic, watching as a few kids at least three to four years of age playing inside the playground section by the corner. and their parents looking after them — toji averted his gaze to the other side of the clinic where some of the parents were just sitting, holding a magazine or their phone, their child by their side.
toji slowly sauntered over to the front desk, "uh . . . i made an appointment for a vaccine shot today," he muttered out, squeezing megumi's foot lightly, the infant letting out noises of distaste at the sensation.
"may i know your name?"
"toji zenin."
the woman behind the desk was silent for a bit, her eyes intently staring at a computer screen, fingers frantically scrolling down the mouse, "ah, right, here you are. please follow me," she finally spoke with a gentle smile, standing up, her arm shoved out towards a direction.
toji followed after her steps, taking every corner of the clinic into his memory. stepping inside an elevator, the two were taken to the third floor — where the same woman guided him into a door, furthest at the hallway.
"ms. l/n has been waiting for your arrival," she informed toji, knocking on the door a couple of times and then pushing it open.
there you sat, behind a desk. brows furrowed in concentration, the lenses of your glasses reflecting what seemed to be an excel sheet.
your head raised up in instinct as your door was pushed open — eyes lighting up when you saw a cute face pop into your vision, pulling your glasses off, you stood up to greet your guests, "ah! you must be baby megumi," you clap your hands in delight.
the woman that brought toji into the very room waved at you, and sent a smile to toji before backing away. shutting the door, "please, have a seat," you direct him to the empty chair across the desk.
toji sat down silently, megumi eyeing you. a stranger in his eyes, "hi, i'm l/n y/n, please feel free to call me by y/n. you must be . . . zenin!" he heard you say.
the male bobbed his head once, "how do we do this? heard it's gonna be painful," you chuckled at his straightforward reply, but nodded.
"babies tend to cry during vaccines, it's completely normal, but some of them are pretty calm about it — depends, honestly. your boy looks like a calm one," toji craned his neck to look down on megumi, who has undoubtedly been silent ever since he stepped into the clinic, "megumi fushiguro, he'll be getting the diphtheria vaccine. you're aware, yes?"
again, all toji gave out was a curt nod.
"before that, i'm gonna need you to fill in on this form — and then we'll get right to the vaccine!" you slipped a paper in his direction.
toji carefully reads the paper up and down, filling every section he could intently. his thumb clicked on the pen's edge and he slipped the paper back your way, "alright, i'm gonna need you to get baby gumi out of the carrier because i'm going to need to weigh him.
he didn't question you and just did what he was told to do, sitting megumi on top of his left thigh as you rolled over with your chair, "may i?" you pointed your finger at megumi.
toji slowly hands the infant your way, and you take him into your arms. moving over to weigh him, chuckling, "he's normal weight, perfectly fine for a vaccine!" you swaddle the infant right back up, handing him back to toji.
"'m going to need you to hold him so he won't move abruptly during the vaccine, yes?" toji blinks, but nodded his head. he held onto megumi legs with one of his hands, and his other hand was circled around megumi's small body — keeping the infant in place.
megumi darts his head around in confusion, a soft incoherent babble escaping his throat followed by a string of drool dripping by the corner of his lips onto toji's hand.
"okay little guy, 'ts gonna be like an ant bite," you grazed megumi's cheek with the back of your index finger; trying to distract him while your dominant hand slowly inched to his small thigh with the vaccine, "but you're gonna be fine, won't you? you're such a calm boy."
at your coo, megumi gave you a void of a smile, his central incisor teeth popping out the slightest bit, "oh, look at that beautiful smile of yours, you'll be a charming boy."
as if he understood your words, megumi's smile broads — the vaccine sinks in a flash beneath his skin, and you rub the place with an alcohol tainted cotton, "good boy, that's not so painful, isn't it?"
toji finally exhaled through his nostrils at how you managed to distract his son whilst sinking in the vaccine. he couldn't even distract megumi in general.
megumi's smile stayed on his face, his doe eyes following your figure, "effects are going to probably kick in a few hours — light fever, loss of appetite, and exhaustion is completely normal prior to a vaccine. and effects usually stays at least a few days, but if baby gumi's effects stays more than a few days, please bring him here again for a check up."
once you end your statement, megumi erupted into a loud wail, his fingers traveling to his mouth, engulfed in thick and stringy saliva. his previous smile is now a big frown, and toji was startled — bouncing his leg gently to soothe megumi down, "i'm pretty sure he's hungry, is his mother accompanying today?"
toji froze, his breath hitched and he shook his head, "she's not around anymore, 'ts just me. and i'm shit at this whole — taking care of a baby thing," he mutters out, slipping his hands underneath megumi's armpits cradling the baby.
"oh . . . i'm so sorry, i shouldn't have said that."
"it's fine," toji replies.
"do you have a baby formula maybe?" your question immediately brought light to toji, he nodded — his eyes averted to the small backpack lying down on your desk, "there? i'll help you with it."
the male sighs out in relief of the helping hand, trying to sush megumi's loud cries. but you didn't seem to mind, you've dealt with a lot worse than this. hearing babies cry was the least normal thing in your job as an infant doctor.
"here," you handed the complete baby formula after mixing the powder with hot water, shaking the bottle to mix up everything thoroughly.
toji thanked you with his eyebrows, latching the pacifier edge to megumi's mouth, immediately shutting the baby up as he sucked on the white colored liquid, "how'd you know he's hungry . . ?" he questioned, trying to take notes.
"usually when babies cry because of hunger, they have a rooting reflex — like for example, they try to face where your chest is. sucking their fingers is also one of the hints, which baby gumi just did," you explained patiently, "when babies cry because of exhaustion, usually there'd be subtle hints; yawning and decrease of response, or even rubbing their eyes."
toji was silent, listening to you, "and if they need their diapers changed, usually they'd show signs of discomfort, like tugging on their clothing or even squirming around."
your explanation was simple and easy to understand, he'd manage to process your words with ease unlike the times he'd try to look up answers from the internet. which obviously never ends well as they give out all the answers toji probably didn't need.
" . . . thanks, i needed that."
you chuckle, "no problem, glad to be of help, zenin."
megumi blew off the bottle from his mouth once he felt his stomach bloat from milk, now a small content smile on his face. toji sighs out in relief, holding the bottle aside, "must be tough, huh? takes a lot of courage to be single father, you know?"
the male peers up, silent.
you shot him with a small smile, you've had a fair share of meetings with single parents. and they never cease to amaze you.
"yeah, i guess. he's my son though, made some stupid choices some time ago, and now he's stuck with me," toji mutters out, poking the baby's head with his finger.
you chuckled out, "everyone makes stupid choices — 'ts fine, you're trying your best to give him a life, aren't you? go easy on yourself, it's your first time being a father."
toji shakes his head, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips, "can i pay for his vaccine now?"
oh, right.
you walked back behind your desk, "a diphtheria vaccine is 8,800 yen (approx $59) including tax. here's the bill."
toji took out his wallet, sliding a card out of the holder, handing it to you, "here, charge it there," the payment was a success and you gave his card back, "thanks."
you nodded at him, "you're welcome, remember — if his side effects stay more than a few days. a couple at most, come by and have baby gumi checked up."
"right, noted. thanks."
waving at megumi as he flailed his little arms around, you watch as the father and son disappeared behind the door.
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who’s your (baby) daddy. [3] 
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╰┈➤ After being dumped by your boyfriend of 3 years, you decide to switch things up and go on your own version of a “hot girl summer”—subsequently finding yourself with a surprise that would arrive in 9 months time. The catch? You have absolutely no idea which of the men you slept with is your baby’s daddy.
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You were never one to be this reckless.
All your life, you were raised by two strict parents who always taught you to look both ways before you crossed the roads, to always ask as many questions as you could and never take things at face value.
Growing up, you were defined as being ‘bossy’ by people around you, a term loosely thrown at any young girl who exhibited even a shred of backbone; the kind of treatment that a man would never get in this world. 
And so, this perspective was what shaped you to be the best at what you did—to give your all, but to always be cautious in what you were giving away in the first place. 
What your parents, school and life failed to teach you was to not believe in a handsome and charming man. For the day you met Fushiguro Toji was the day when that caution all went down the drain. Little did you know that a chance meeting with him would result in you fainting in the middle of an OBGYN’s room like one of those delicate princesses from cartoons you used to watch when you were younger, with that man being the first one to catch you before you jarred to the ground.
But, to get to the present, you had to first backtrack through the past. 
It was a few weeks after that party in the Getos residence when you were given an assignment to go to the countryside—of all places—to interview an anonymous worker who wanted to spill on the conditions of his factory.
Mia had once told you that a good story was like a sandcastle—you could build and build it as much as you wanted from a variety of leads, but once the relevant people caught wind, they would descend upon that little sand house of evidence you built to knock it back to the ground. But, there was another thing those secretive higher-ups failed to recognize; how journalists always waited for the tide to recede before striking. 
At that time, the case had been red-hot and you were the first one on the frontlines to catch it. 
You had driven all the way towards the outskirts of Tokyo, towards the sleepy town of Kamakura—a journey of almost 2 hours with the traffic—where the worker would be waiting for you in a nondescript cafe to tell you his side of the story. Back then, you had no idea if you were already pregnant or if it had not happened just yet; all you recalled was how swelteringly hot it was. 
The cafe offered a cool respite and you ducked under the awning, tightening your blazer around your shoulders. He was a short, flat-nosed man with a northern dialect who gestured too much that he almost knocked back your cup of coffee. Nonetheless, you did your job, hmming and ohhing when he divulged a new piece of mistreatment, only getting to the juicy parts half an hour into your conversation.
“And that's why the deal fell through.” You perked up and positioned your recorder closer to him, frowning. 
“Are you positive?”
“Yes,” he enthused, “It was because of that near lawsuit. All the big guys were talking about it near the watercooler,” he puffed out his chest, mimicking the deep drawl of Kaizen’s top executive. “‘Those damn assholes—they always ruin everything. Told ya we shouldn’t have made a deal with those trigger-happy vultures’.” 
“I see,” you furiously scribbled down his words verbatim. 
He was happy to spill more about the company’s numerous HR violations, and you had literally gasped when you heard they were denying work VISAs to their immigrant workers. It all made your blood boil. 
Towards the end of the interview, you bowed to him and he did the same, double and even triple checking that you would not mention his name in your piece. You made the solemn promise that you did not, and that he would be termed as an ‘anonymous whistleblower’. 
The sun was already setting when you decided to drive back to Tokyo, and you reasoned that it would not take you long. That was before you drove over a nail, and your back tire exploded, causing you to swerve and hit the side of the road, your yell of fear giving way to the unbearable stillness of disbelief.
No fucking way. 
You exhaled out a low groan and slammed your head to the steering wheel. Just fucking great. Here you were, stuck in the middle of god knows where on a stretch of road with nothing but a field of wildflowers as far as the eye could see. Miserably, you stared at the clock, watching the minutes slip by, stubbornly refusing to head out and check on your tire; maybe if you closed your eyes hard enough, you’d awake in your bed to find this all a horrible nightmare. 
Fingers twitching, your first instinct was to call Kento. 
But, reality set in and you remembered that he was no longer someone you could freely call. You no longer had the privilege to call him up whenever you wished, to hear his voice and how he sighed in defeat at your clumsiness but would always come to save you even if you never asked.
It wouldn’t hurt to call him just this once… wouldn’t it?
You had no idea which entity possessed you to reach for your phone. His number was always the first one on your contact list, where it rightfully belonged. But what if he blocked you? You shook those thoughts from your mind and focused on the dial tone.
Ring… ring… ring…
Your heart sank all the way to your stomach. Of course he would not pick up. It was a Friday evening and he was probably with another girl. Kento did not need you in his life any longer. 
“Hello?” 
Your voice caught at the back of your throat.
“Hello? Y/N?” 
It’s incredible how someone’s voice had the ability to bring back a wave of memories. You closed your eyes and did not reply.
“Y/N? Hey—you okay?” Nanami was not a man who was easily concerned, having been around enough volatile situations at work to hone his veneer of apathy. But, the worry in his voice was unmistakable. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you hurt—?” 
Suddenly, your common sense returned. You shouldn't have called him in the first place. Clicking the red button, you ended the call and sagged forward, clutching the phone in your hand and pressing it to your forehead. Idiot. You were such an idiot. Your cheeks were wet and you sniffed, wiping the back of your hand over your nose. 
A familiar chord from a well-loved song played from the radio. 
Living alone… I think of all the friends I've known… But when I dial the telephone… Nobody's home…
All by myself, you mouthed the song's lyrics, sinking back into your car seat. “Damn it,” you groaned and forced yourself to straighten, roughly pushing the button to cut the song off before you could faint from crying too much and dying of carbon monoxide poisoning. Silence descended upon you like a thick fog.
Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to spend the night here, you reasoned.
Skyscrapers and tall buildings were swapped out for thick trees and a lack of light pollution. Perhaps you could even see the stars tonight, something you had not done since you were a little girl. Perhaps—
A loud knock on your window jolted you from your reverie. 
It was the bulk of a man and judging from his frame, he was huge. 
You shrank back into your car seat, praying he did not see you. “I’m going to die, I’m going to die.” So this was how you were to meet your demise; murdered in the middle of a flower field. Did your insurance cover this? You really should have read the manual. In the throes of your thoughts, you hadn’t anticipated him moving to your window and tapping on it. 
A squeak fell from your mouth and you cracked the window open slightly. 
The face that greeted you took your breath away. Dark blue eyes that were closer to navy, inky black locks that fell across his forehead and a smirk on his scarred lips. Holy shit. 
“Car trouble, miss?” 
You meekly nodded and scanned down his impressive chest and abdomen. You wanted to tell yourself you were searching for a hint of a weapon, but that was a lie. God, how was his chest that defined under that tight black shirt? 
Swallowing, you cracked the window wider and meekly nodded. “I t-think I ran over a nail.”
“Let me take a look,” he offered and raised a thumb towards the front of the road. “I have a workshop nearby. I can fix it for ya. That good with ya?”  
You were surprised to find a tow truck in your rearview mirror and gazed at him with wide eyes. “H-how did you know—?” 
“I was driving past here and saw the flat tire,” he explained with that same infuriating smirk. “Thought I could try my luck and see who needed my help.”
Your answering laugh was hollow and you unbuckle your seatbelt, getting out of the car. This close, he was taller—almost towering over you and you felt like a rag doll next to him. Though he seemed nice enough, your guard was still up. 
“Sure. That’d be great.” 
At your words, he nodded towards the tow truck. “Get in the front. I’ll hook ‘er right up.” His jeans were covered with grease stains and his hands had the hard look of labor on them. Perhaps he was telling the truth. By now, the sun was slowly making its grand exit, the shades of night soon drawing close. There was no way you could drive back home in this state, not when your chest felt tight and you were terrified of driving in the dark. 
You obediently followed and sat in the cracked passenger seat, fidgeting with your fingers. He got into the driver’s side and with his sheer size, his shoulder was almost brushing yours. He looked like one of those obnoxious gym bros but the way he carried himself was more subdued, a confidence that did not need to be compensated with flexing and Instagram likes. His vibe was unmatched and you found yourself easing around him. 
He drove the tow truck forward and you observed his roughened but deft hands hitch the hook underside and secured it in place. In a matter of efficient minutes, he had done the job and hopped back in, the truck jerking to life.
“Wear your seatbelt.” You scrambled to click the buckle and continued fidgeting with the straps of your purse.
“So, where’d you come from?” he asked amicably and you glanced at him, startled that he was making conversation. “Ya look spooked, so I’m guessing not from here, eh?”
“No,” you murmured, “I’m from Tokyo.”
“What’s a city girl like you doing here?” A lilting teasing tone that made you wonder if he was holding back laughter at your state. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you shyly laced your fingers together.
“I was here for a business interview. I work at a newspaper publishing company.”
You had no idea why you were divulging this to him. For all you knew, he could’ve been an axe murderer who picked up women using this modus operandi and he was planning to take you back to his lair before chopping you up into pieces. 
As if sensing you tense, he glanced at you. “The name’s Toji. Fushiguro Toji. What’s yours?”
“Y/N,” you said and did not give your last name. “Thanks for helping me, Fushiguro-san.”
“I ain’t doing this out of the goodness of my heart, doll,” he drawled and there was something in the wake of his mischievous smile. “I ain’t charity.”
Somehow, this prickly admission made you loosen and you found a smile on your face. “Honest. I like that.”
His laughter was low and almost smoky, which gave you the illusion that he was someone who smoked. The scenery flew past—rolling hills and miles of fields that sprawled out like a Van Gogh painting. Though you had never been much for the countryside, you could understand why city people regularly flocked to the safety of the greener pastures when the smog and fray got too much.
Ahead, a simple mechanic workshop attached to a double-storey home came into view. Toji carefully parked the tow truck and told you to wait inside. Those rippling muscular arms were put into good use when he physically pushed your car into the workshop, immediately getting to work. 
He toiled under your curious stare. For someone of his build and burly strength, he was surprisingly nimble with the tools, and in what seemed like a whir of screwing, pumping and a lot of grunting, your car was fixed. By now, it was purely dark and you could barely make out the fields outside his windows and shivered to think of what could hide inconspicuously in those stalks of waving, tall grass.
“Okay, I’ve fixed your tire.”
You nearly jumped from your skin, momentarily forgetting that he was here with you. 
“What’s wrong?” 
Toji’s curiosity edged you to explain, not wanting him to get a wrong impression of why you had suddenly paled. 
“It’s—uh… dark.”
“That tends to happen when night comes.” He was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of worry in his tone. Something about him—whether his presence or his unassuming dark blue eyes—made you blurt out the truth. 
“I’m…” you twisted the keys in your fingers, stalling. “... do you know if there’s a motel nearby that I can bunk in for the night?”
He snorted. “You ‘fraid of driving in the night?” 
When you didn’t reply, he got his answer. “Shit. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark?” 
Wincing, you cleared your throat, adopting an air of sheepishness to ward off his judgement. “Yeah. I had a bad accident when I was younger; I tend to stay away from roads when there’s no sun.”
There was contemplation when he rapped his knuckles atop your car’s roof. 
“You said Tokyo, right?”
“Yeah.”
Toji kissed his teeth and stared out of his workshop’s window. “Hmm. I have a spare room. You could crash there.”
You didn’t dare believe it. The cautious part of you—the one that looked twice before crossing any road—was screaming at you to not take him up on his offer. But the other part—the one that could not even bear to look out the window when driving past a pitch black road, shuddered at the thought of making the arduous journey back into the city.
Images of thieves, ghosts, scarecrows and even aliens flashed in your mind. 
“Only if you’re comfortable,” he amended and you considered your options.
“You don’t mind?” 
“If by not minding ya mean I won’t charge ya, then no,” he said, a tinge of amusement in his tone. 
You couldn't’ help the grin that tugged at the corner of your lips. 
“Okay. I’ll stay out of your way—it’s just for tonight.” 
Toji nodded and swept one large hand in front of him, gesturing for you to follow. You did, staring at the broad muscles of his back and wondering how a guy in the countryside got this buff. But, it made sense; he was a mechanic and he seemed to work alone. 
He fumbled with his keys before unlocking the door, letting you step in first. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
Like his workshop, his home was bare and sparsely furnished. Everything had a use and everything was in its place; it seemed ordinary enough. 
“This is… nice.”
“You think so?” 
“There’s no axe hanging on the wall so I guess I have to count myself lucky.” 
He laughed at your joke; a full-bodied, low sound that was pleasing to hear. Toji showed you to your room and even left you a spare towel and a set of old clothes that looked like it belonged to a woman—perhaps a girlfriend. 
“Hey, you sure this person doesn’t mind me using her stuff?” you poked your head past the door to quip at him. Toji was halfway boiling some water and he flickered his gaze to you, shrugging. 
“She’s not here.”
“Your girl?” you frowned, wondering if it was too late to refuse his offer despite how much the simple yet wide bed was beckoning you for rest.
“Ex,” he intoned from the kitchen. “Broken up months ago. She left some clothes here so might as well, eh?” 
Pursing your lips, you decided not to push him too much on this. Rather, you shut the door, locking it for good measure before starting to undress. The hot water was a soothing salve on your sore muscles and you sighed, dunking your head under the stream and letting it wash your tiredness away. 
You scrubbed your skin until it shone, washed your hair and even used some of his shampoo. Halfway through, the stream turned into a trickle and eventually, the water stopped altogether. Still with suds in your hair, you frowned and wrapped your towel around you. 
“Hey, Toji?” 
“Yeah?” 
He sounded far away and from the distance, you could hear the commentary of a sports event or another humming low in the background.
“Your shower isn't working.”
“Seriously? Fuck—this dump always had plumbing problem.” His grumbling grew closer and if he found you disconcerting in just a towel, he didn’t comment on it, averting his eyes politely. Toji bent down to check the pipe, mumbling under his breath and you tried not to get too puddles on his flooring. 
“Fuck!” 
A jet of water seemed to explode around the both of you, drenching you and completely soaking him, your shriek echoing across the tiles. Toji blindly reached for the piping and twisted it, the water stopping and leaving the both of you blinking.
“Shit, you’re all wet.”
Toji groaned, scarred lips twisted into a frown. Uncaring that a stranger was right in front of him, he peeled his shirt from his glistening abdomen, tossing it onto the floor. You fought hard not to ogle at his defined muscles, preferring to drop your stare and find the cracks of your toes more interesting than this fine specimen of a man. 
“Not exactly something a man wants to hear.”
“Not exactly something I envisioned telling a man in the first place.”
Your retort caught him off-guard and his gaze touched yours. Biting down on a smile, you had to stop yourself from laughing at how the strands of inky locks dripping down his chiselled features reminded you of a disgruntled dog. 
“Don’t laugh.”
“I’m not! Here—” you quickly passed him the smaller towel and he wiped the droplets from his face, his exacerbated annoyance making it hard not to burst out into peals of giggles. His annoyance was palpable and you reigned your reactions in, taking a step back to give him space, but it was a wrong move.
Your feet slipped on the slick floor and you squealed, heart dropping to your stomach as you lost your balance and jarred onto the floor. 
“Y/N!” 
Strong arms reached for you, holding you up and bringing you back to your feet. Your heart was hammering a mile a minute, your cheek pressed to his pecs as you steadied your breathing. 
“Shit.”
“Y-you okay?” you were surprised to find a waver in his tone when he eyed your quickly scrambling form. You cursed and hitched the towel higher around your bare breasts. 
“Y-yeah.” 
The towel had slipped up and exposed the split of your thighs where a searing pain was spreading across your hip. You cursed and rubbed the bump, cursing under your breath, face twisted in pain. 
“Shit—looks like it’s g’na bruise. Wait, I’ll get first aid.” 
Toji gingerly let you go and left the bathroom. You hobbled out, mindful of your steps and collapsed onto the bed, still massaging the tender spot, your teeth clenched as the waves of pain ebbed and flowed around you. 
He returned and found you on the bed, still alleviating the pain and burying your groans into the sheets. Gentle hands brushed yours aside and you jumped when you felt him prod the bruise.
“Ow!” 
“Sorry—needed to see how bad it was.”
You whimpered when he rubbed some ointment onto the welt, his touch now softer than before. He barely gave you time to flinch away when he peeled your towel back further, the dark triangle between your legs peeking through, your modesty all but ruined in front of this gorgeous stranger. 
His touch was soothing and instead of closing your eyes and enjoying it, you preferred to use humour as a tool of deflection to ward off the awkwardness that clung between the both of you like a film of grease. “Do you always bring women home to your shitty plumbing and give them near concussions?”
You winced when he placed a bandage over the injury; his snort of laughter both reeked of annoyance and amusement in one breath. 
“Nope. You’re the first.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
Despite meeting him for a short moment, you could tell that he had rolled his eyes. Once he patched you up and left you to dress, you took the chance to make amends and sought him out. He was seated at the dining table, dressed once more and nursing a mug of tea. Without asking, he reached for a spare cup and poured you a drink, asking without words to join him. 
And you did, tentatively taking a seat opposite of him. 
Understanding the fact that this night had already started off on a weird footing, you decided to lean into it rather than resist. 
“So, Toji from Kamakura. What brings you here?”
He clicked his tongue, a sly grin in place. “Tryna unearth my deepest secrets already?”
You took a sip of the warm beverage, feeling its curls of comfort radiating deep in your chest. You had no idea why you were so adamant on telling yourself you were never one to be reckless when here you were, drinking from a stranger’s cup, staying under his roof and hoping to God he did not lace your tea with a roofie. 
“Why? Afraid I’ll recognize your name?” 
“Maybe you would.”
You couldn’t tell if he was serious and he let you ferment in your discomfort before breaking the tension with a snort. 
“I was from Tokyo, too. Came from a rich but terrible family. Ran away when I was 17 and never looked back. You?” 
Oh. You deflated a bit and shared with him a fleeting smile. 
“My parents were accountants but I never took that route. Loved words more than numbers.”
He hummed. “So, you combined them both?” 
“Well, you gotta appease your parents sometimes.”
“I get that.” You had a thought that no, he didn’t. Toji did not seem like a guy that played by anyone’s rules or games; he marched to the beat of his own damn drum as evident from the curling tattoos around his arm and the unusual scar across his lips. 
Without thinking, you reached out and brushed the tips of your fingers lightly on his skin, admiring the pattern and swirls. 
“I like the design. Was always thinking about getting a tattoo.”
“You should,” he said, voice gruff. But, he did not make a move to shift away from you. 
“May I see more of it?” Your request was timid, and from the pause that vibrated between the both of you like the echoes of a gong, you would think he was going to refuse. But, Toji was proving to surprise you at every turn and pushed the sleeve of his black crew neck sweater up, revealing more of the distinct whorls that seemed to bloom from his tanned and scarred skin. 
“Here.”
You traced one design lightly, unaware at how his breathing had turned ragged, not when you glanced up at him. 
Those dark blues drowned you in their depths and you felt like you could not breathe. 
“Toji—”
He leaned in, palm skimming your cheek. The air seemed to spark and burn like metal meeting metal and you found you wanted to discover if those flickers would catch aflame. 
“You know… I never do this, but…”
He did not finish his sentence, not when you bridged the gap and pressed your lips to his. He tasted of chamomile and nicotine, and when his tongue dipped into the crevices of your mouth, cajoling yours into a sultry dance, you found you liked the weight of his unsaid words between your teeth. 
Toji pulled back slightly, flickering his eyes back to your lips as if he could retrace them by memory alone. 
“Do you wanna—”
“Yeah,” you tried to hide how heavily you were breathing but it was no use. Every rise and fall of your chest throbbed with the growing attraction you could not hide. “Want it.”
“Y/N—”
Proving to yourself that you were more reckless than you discredited yourself with, you clambered onto his lap, thighs pressed on either side of his hips, the shirt he gave you riding up slightly to reveal the soft flesh of your stomach. 
Toji cupped your face in both of his palms, calloused thumbs brushing your cheekbones. He brought you forward, tipping you over to him and drinking from your lips once more, a desperate edge in his kisses this time. Your moans were swallowed by his infuriatingly soft kisses, that plush mouth like a flower blossoming under your lips, letting you shyly sampling the stain of nicotine on his tongue. 
How could a mere kiss leave you panting like you had run a marathon? Whatever spell Toji casted on you, it worked and you fixed him with a half-lidded gaze. “More—please.” 
You didn’t have to ask him twice. Putting those burly muscles to good use, Toji picked you up effortlessly, your bare thighs straddling his tapered waist as he took swift strides towards a room you haven't noticed—one hidden behind a wall. Keeping you still in his arms where you could feel every ripple of his defined muscles pressed against your body, you could not stop yourself from nibbling and sucking the salt off his neck, your moans clashing hotly on his sensitive skin.
A quick grunt, and your pajamas were ripped off your body, leaving you bare and spread for his eyes. Tonight, you threw away your preconceived worries about constantly being the cautious one and embraced the insanity. It seemed that Toji and you were on the same wavelength and he peeled off his tight black shirt off his frame, letting you ogle at just how ripped he was. 
It was obscene how good he looked above you, and it seemed like your legs parted automatically for him to settle between them. Those dark blue eyes were riddled with lust, a smirk growing on his scarred lips—the same lips that made their way down the column of your throat. There was no reason why you let out a lustful moan beyond the fact that every touch of his lips on your skin sent jolts of pleasure down your spine, going south to settle deeply in the centre of your body; your clit twitching when he tongued your nipples. 
There was no gentleness when he flipped you over to your hands and knees, your face pushed into the woolen blankets that smelled musky and almost soapy—exactly like how Toji smelled like. Imbued with the scent of him that seemed to saturate your every pore and the feel of his lips on your neck, the hot press of his calloused fingers mapping a straight line down your back like he was tracing the spine of a book. 
Like a well-loved story, you unfurled yourself for him, letting him pinch your nipples and teasingly run his cock through your soaked folds. Heavy breathing filled the space between the both of you, curling around like thick smoke, choking you back with the pressure of his cockhead slowly splitting you open. 
“Fuck. You’re so tight.”
You scrambled to hold onto reality; it had been far too long since you felt a cock this good in you. “Toji—ngh!”
It was dawning on you how much of an enigma Toji truly was—he fucked you like you were nothing but a whore, ramming his hips against yours, palming your breasts and slapping the plush flesh. But there was a softness in how he placed hot, open mouth kisses down your neck that made your toes curl, how those same rough palms ran down your sides, the callouses rasping against your skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 
With his larger build, it was easy for him to bear down on you, press your entire frame to his bed and manoeuvre you however he wanted. Those same coarse fingers touched your clit, rubbing tight circles on it, leaving pangs of pleasure that got you clenching down on his cock. Tips of his inky locks brushed your shoulder and you gasped when he bit down on your pulse point, that sudden sharp burst of pain getting you threateningly close to the edge.
The slick feeling of his precum staining your thighs and your juices barely gave his cock any friction and restraint from reaching all the way to the neck of your cervix. 
“God—Toji!” you cried and pressed one palm onto your lower stomach, eyes growing wide at how you could feel him there. “C-can feel you so deep.” 
“Yeah—I’m all the way here, beautiful?” he draped his larger palm on yours, grunting when your soft mewls touched the shell of his ear, the pleasure growing too much for both of you to hold back. Like a tidal wave, your orgasm was building, reaching massive heights and you were half afraid to come down. 
“Toji—!” 
“Cum for me, pretty girl. Go ahead and mess up my cock.” One strong arm wrapped around you and pressed you tight to his defined chest. “I’ll be here to catch you, baby.” 
“Condom!” you gasped and patted his hand to let you go. Rather than letting you out of his sight, Toji lifted you up, twisting you so that your tits were pressed to his chest and all you could do to not let your bum slam to the ground was to keep your arms wrapped around his neck. 
“Where?” he grunted. Your head was growing lighter—Toji was literally dragging you up and down his cock as he walked, strong enough to keep fucking you without a break. 
“My room,” you squealed and he brought you to a different spot; you had never been this fast in your life to rummage through your purse and reach for a packet, ripping the silver square in haste and letting him pull out long enough to cover his lewdly shiny cock with the rubber. 
Taking over from where you both left off, Toji slammed you against the wall, his scarred mouth to your eye level and you tipped your head up, your legs helplessly shaking in the air. There was no doubt your arms would be sore tomorrow, your core all but bent in half to take his thick girth into your creamy depths. 
“Toji, Toji—”
“Cum for me, doll. Cum for me.” 
Who were you to deny him, especially when he snarled at you to give in and flood his cock. 
Your release broke with a vengeance and you screamed out his name, hips canting madly to milk his cock, feeling his seed dripping down your thighs. You were too tired to even complain when he sat you down on the bed and removed the condom, splatters of white droplets painting your lower belly. 
“Mhm—Toji...”
“Go to sleep,” he reassured, “I’ll get cleaned up and join you.”
But, you were out before he could even fulfill his promise and as he returned back into the guest room to find you completely out cold, he had to smile. Getting in next to you,Toji leaned over and clicked off the light switch, the room drenched in darkness and the soft whistles of your snores. 
“Goodnight, Y/N from Tokyo,” he whispered as he pulled up the quilt to your chin, hiding your naked body from his sight to give you some semblance of decency. He was unsure of how you would react the next morning when you woke up… or god forbid when you found out the truth about him. 
But, Toji did not let those thoughts ruin the glow of his post-orgasm bliss. 
If there was one thing Toji was certain about, it would be this—there truly was not another woman like you for miles around him in this sleepy down. 
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Sunlight tickled your eyes and you pried open your lids, finding yourself pressed close to another warm body.
The memories of last night came back with stunning clarity and your cheeks were warmer than a sun-drenched rock, disbelief in yourself for how you had given yourself completely to this stranger. A handsome stranger, but regardless, he was still someone you didn't know very well.
“Morning.” Crap—the hot stranger was awake. 
You did not respond, scrunching your eyes close tightly in hopes he would believe you were still asleep and did not force you to go through with this awkwardness.
“Your snores stopped—I know you’re awake, Y/N.” 
Deciding that you could not delay the inevitable, you pried your eyes open to fix him with a sheepish smile. “Morning,” you croaked, stale breath making you wince. But Toji did not pay any mind to these natural occurrences and offered you a small smile. 
“Gonna take a shower.”
You hummed, peeling your sticky, naked body out of his embrace. “Don’t bump your head.”
“Ha—fucking—ha.” You watched the ripped curve of his back leave the bed and forced your eyes to tear away from literally ogling at him and risking being called a pervert this early in the morning. 
You laid in the wide bed, stretching your arms overhead and enjoying the thrill of birds outside the window. Something about the country seemed charming enough and you briefly allowed yourself to muse how your life would be if you were to leave the city and start a new life away from the fog, the noise pollution, the memory of Kento on every street you walked on—
The loud ring of the doorbell jolted you from your musings, wondering if you would go get it. You reasoned that this was Toji’s home and he should be the one to answer it, but the rapid stream of water that echoed from the bathroom reminded you that he was currently occupied. 
Another grating ring and you stifled a groan, standing up on shaky legs and picking up your pyjama top from last night. Toji’s old shirt was large enough to fall to your thighs, giving you at least a semblance of decency. You staggered to the door, unlatching it only to come face to face with a pair of brown eyes that widened at the sight of you.
The woman at the other end blinked once, twice, and then raked her gaze up and down your barely dressed form, a sudden flash of anger in her eyes. 
“Who are you—?” 
“You slut!” she screamed and pushed past you, wild dark hair mimicking the storm in her almost black gaze. “Where is he? Is he here?”
“Whoa—“ you stumbled back, surprised at her rage, “Who are you?”
Nothing you did could prepare you for her next words. “I’m his girlfriend.”
“W-what?” Through this sudden flash of realisation, you failed to notice the little boy clinging to her leg. 
“He was supposed to be watching his son today.”
Her words didn’t seem to make sense. A son? But the longer you looked at him, you couldn’t deny it. There he was, standing wide-eyed, a full carbon copy of the man you slept with last night. Your stomach sank like you had swallowed a stone. 
Bracing all her anger into her raised voice, she bellowed, “Toji!” 
At this altercation, the dark-haired man came staggering out of the bathroom in nothing but his towel, flabbergasted at the sight of her. 
“Shit—Mira.”
“You gonna explain this to me?” Jabbing her finger in your direction, you couldn’t help but feel as though she was disgustingly pointing out at a bug she had accidentally squashed under her old sneakers. 
Toji flitted his gaze from your shocked expression to her fuming one and furrowed his brow. “There’s nothing to explain.” 
“Who is she?!” 
“Just some rando—ow—hey!” Mira had raised her hand to slap him, and you gasped, hand flying to your mouth at her audacity. 
“You’re such an asshole, Fushiguro. You didn’t send me any money last month—”
Toji rubbed his cheek and growled at her. “I told’ya! I was running low—”
“So you’re resorting to fucking your customers, now?” Hurting worse than her blinding slap was her sudden accusation that all but threw your dignity under the bus.
Right. Of course. You were just his customer; last night didn't mean anything, definitely not to Toji. 
Despite the fact that none of this was making any sense, you swallowed the bile you wanted to hurl at her. If this was his girlfriend, why was she speaking as though she was a spurned wife? 
But, you decided you had intruded enough. Not only were they bickering in broad daylight with raised voices, but they were doing it in front of their son who could only glance back and forth at his mama and papa with wide, hurt-filled blue eyes. 
Stepping back into the room, it seemed that they both did not notice you until you stood before them with your purse in hand. Fishing inside your wallet, you produced a substantial amount of money and passed it to Toji. 
“Here—the money you need.” 
As if he were stepping out from a nightmare, the burly man blinked and gingerly took the cash. “Y/N—wait.”
You paused, waiting for him to struggle with his words. Mira was nowhere to be seen, the world growing smaller to encompass your cold fury and this stammering man before you. 
“I can explain. Mira is not my wife, she’s just my ex who’s taking care of Megumi. My real wife died a long time ago.”
You sighed, rubbing your aching temple. “Toji, I don’t—argh!” 
Something cold and faintly smelling of cream collided with your cheek and you touched your face, pulling your hand back to find it covered with whipped cream. You were confronted by the sight of Mira—her chest heaving, face red and holding that incriminatory can in one hand, a mad gleam in her eye. 
“You crazy bitch!” you yelled, swiping off a glob of cream that threatened to glop into your eye, fixing her with an incredulous stare. 
“Get out!” 
“Mira—” Toji was about to stop her when he got pied in the face with another spray, this one landing right in his mouth and making him choke on his next words. 
“I was gonna!” The anger and indignancy rose in you and you have never felt this humiliated in your life; cream in your hair, cheeks burning and your pride smashed into a million pieces. 
This is what you get for fucking random men, Y/N. 
“Mira—stop. Y/N—”
You stepped back, raising your hand, about to smack the can out of her grasp when she jettisoned you with another stream of cold cream. Having had enough, you wrenched the can out of her hands and gave her a taste of her own medicine—literally and figuratively. She sputtered out a mouthful of that sweet cream and launched into a mad tirade, about to lunge at you before Toji ransomed her into his unyielding arms.
“Guh—bitch!” 
“My hair!” you screeched. “You ruined my hair you fucking batshit insane bitch!” 
Wiping the last glob of cream and shaking off the flecks onto the floor, you threw her a glare so unnerving that even Toji flinched. 
In a voice colder than Arctic ice, you turned your anger to the tall, deceptive man who winced at the sight of more cream dripping down onto the large shirt he had borrowed you. 
“Goodbye, Toji.” 
Despite how badly you wanted to walk out with your dignity intact, it was undeniable that a half-naked woman covered with cream was about as dignified as a drunk person who shat their pants in a club. 
You scuttled past the small, wide-eyed boy in nothing but his father’s shirt, whipped cream dripping down your chin and your burning cheeks. 
“Papa, why is she not wearing any clothes?” That innocent question was the last straw and you quickly closed the door behind you, trying and failing to bite down on your groan of shame.
The last thing you heard as you hightailed it to your car was Mira’s condescending, 
“I don’t get paid enough to deal with your disgusting ass, Toji.”
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You came back to the present, rousing to consciousness on the hard examination bed to find three men staring at you in blatant concern.
One of them—the one who had seen you butt naked and covered with whipped cream (but not in a sexual way), was gazing down with barely concealed disbelief.
Toji was the one who first broke the silence. “Y/N?” 
Sukuna was less delicate, getting to the bone of things. “Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant?” 
But, you couldn't speak up, vocal cords ransomed by fear. 
“So, you don’t know which one is the father?” Gojo. His piercing cerulean eyes were filled with an unnamed emotion. 
In the end, it was Shoko who broke the tension by muttering, “I can take some samples from each of you and run it with Y/N’s amniotic fluid.” 
Before you could speak, or even give a rousing reasoning as to why this was important not just for you, but for the baby, Sukuna scoffed and stepped back, his arms crossed. 
“Count me out.”
You swallowed down on your mortification and turned your wide gaze to the tattooed man who looked like he would rather be suffering in the pits of hell than stay for one more second in this crowded, overstuffed room full of potential fathers.
“Sukuna—”
“Yeah, me, too. I already have a kid. I ain’t gonna pay for this one, too.” 
It hurt that they were not willing to even take an hour out of their day to help you find out the truth; that they would discard you just like that—like you didn’t even mean much to them in the first place.
To your surprise, it was Gojo who was trying to convince the dark-haired man to stay. “Toji—”
Finding your voice, you glared at the two men who were the personification of a dog with its tail between its legs. One quick blow and you’re positive the both of them would’ve folded like they were a house of cards. 
“This isn’t about us anymore, okay!” 
You softened your tone, imploring them to understand. “At least just take the test. Please. We have to think about the baby—regardless of who it belongs to and until the test is ready, don’t you want to at least know the child?” 
None of them spoke, too stunned by your outburst. Toji cleared his throat and shook his head, about to retort when Ieiri supplied softly: “It’s a girl.”
There was a collective sharp inhale from each man. 
This time, it was Sukuna who exhaled. “A girl? Damn.” The rosy-haired man’s musing fell on deaf ears for the others, but not on yours. You heard him crystal clear. “I’ve always wanted a girl…” 
“A baby girl, eh? Guess we have to show a good role model.” Satoru winked at you and this tiny show of acceptance warmed your heart that had long gone cold from the previously hostile interaction. 
However, the atmosphere in the room came crashing down again when Toji scoffed. “You both can do that. I’m out.”
There was nothing you could say to convince him. This time, you let the tall, dark-haired man go; thinking it was useless to hinder someone who didn’t even want to be there in the first place. 
You had thought that Sukuna would stay to at least provide his sample, but he sighed and turned towards the door, following Toji's heels. 
“If you would please excuse me.” 
It was just you and Gojo left in the OB GYN room. 
You turned your dulled gaze to him, gently pressing your palm to your stomach where your baby girl was currently growing. With a jaded sigh, you asked him, “Don’t you want to leave, too?” 
Proving that he was a bag full of surprises, the white-haired CEO snorted. “Nah. That baby girl may be mine and I wanna be there for her.” Twinkling cerulean eyes filled you with hope for the first time during this long day. “Besides, you said it yourself—this is not about us. It’s about her.” 
His words melted your heart and you were grateful that even if no one would be there for you, at least Gojo would. 
“Thank you… Satoru.”
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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Chapter 5: he has me by my heart
A/n & possible tw: I’ve missed this story. we’re back though. -> fem!reader, pet names, crying, mentions of alcohol, sexual assault attempts, violence, mentions of blood, eventual comfort, secret mutual pining.
Reminder: Kaori is tsumikis mommy and Hikari is megs mama (rip).
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You feel like you’re about to explode. He’s so close to you. Your lips are inches apart. His hand cups your cheek “Toji” you breath not really knowing what to say. All you know is that you want him yours but you can’t have him. But he leans closer and you both close your eyes until -
“Toji did she leave?” Kaori is about to step in the living room when you push him off you. Toji stumbles back and tries to reach for his wallet from his back pocket pretending he was taking out money to pay you. And you? you continue putting on your shoes with shaky hands. “Oh you’re still here sweetie?” She finally walks into the room looking between you and her husband. “Yah I was just about to pay her.”
It's been a week. A long ass week with your thoughts filled with him, filled with his scent, filled with the feeling of his rough hand on your cheek. You haven’t seen him since the day you babysat little Megumi and Tsumiki, you haven't heard from him since. But what do you expect? he’s married and you mean nothing. You keep reminding yourself that you know nothing about the man. Why cant you get him out of your head? Maybe you were in love with a stranger. But falling in love is something that takes time, right? Maybe your walls were still up. Maybe you were afraid to get hurt again. Maybe you were so mentally fucked.
It’s been a week. A long ass week with his thoughts filled with you. Your scent still lingers, the feeling of your soft cheek on his hand. He hasn’t fucked his wife this past week. He rejected every advance, he just can’t. ‘Could it be love?’ he thinks. Last time he fell in love it turned him into a worse man than he already was. Her death turned him to a worse man to be precise. His little blessing was the only reason he remarried. That’s what he reminds himself. He cant leave for you. His son is safe with Kaori. But with you everything is so uncertain, right?
Toji is out this night. He hates alcohol and it surely isn’t helping him right now. Losing another game of poker to underground fuckfaces, he scoffs. “What’s wrong Fushiguro? You haven’t got your dick wet and forgot how to play?” A scrawny looking man mocks him. His rotten teeth on full display, the smell of whiskey coming out his mouth irking Toji even more. “It’s not my day today, piss off” Toji says as he gets up to leave, throwing his cards on the table, making the man laugh even more.
The moon is beautiful today, it always is in your eyes. Walking along the peer. The sound of waves hitting the shore and the faint passing of cars is the only thing you can hear. At this time of night, at this part of your little city it’s always quieter. That why you love it. You seek that peace in your life. Maybe, just maybe you seek someone to be that peace for you. Too focused on your thoughts and the beautiful full moon you didn’t hear heavy footsteps approaching you, nor did you see the man coming from behind you, stopping you with his hoarse voice “what’s a beautiful little girl like you doing out this late, huh?” He comes around you now facing you. His decaying teeth and smell of booze making you cringe. His long hair looked like straw. His dirty hands grab you by the waist and that moment your flight or fight instincts froze. “You know what happens to girlies like you who walk around at night alone?” he asks with his nose buried in your hair. “Please leave me alone, please” you manage to say between tears. His hands grope the side of you breasts while you try to push him off, now fully sobbing.
“Somebody help please!! Please!” you scream still trying to fight him off “shut up you little whore” the man spits, smacking you across the face. Your tears have now made everything blurry, his hands now traveling the the hem line of your skirt.
Toji had been walking for so long. The night was so beautiful, he wondered where you were. Maybe you were fast asleep, maybe out with friends. He decided to walk towards the Juicenet café. He knew your shift had ended hours ago, but visiting it made him feel somewhat closer to you. Plus he could sit by the peer located in front of the shop. The salty air could help him clear his mind a bit.
The faint screams were becoming more prominent the more he reached the peer. The voice sounding more and more familiar. That’s when he saw you. That’s when he saw him. The guy from the poker table from earlier, with his grimy hands going up your skirt. The eyes he loved seeing being full of life are now shut and full of tears. He throws his cigarette on the ground and sprints towards you “Y/n!” he barks. Toji grabs the man from the back by his collar pulling him off you, making you fall to the ground crying, in the process. “What’s got you so mad Fushiguro, we can share if you want” the man sneers. All Toji can see is red. He instantly punches the older man. He doesn’t stop until he’s lost a few of his teeth and his nose is bleeding. Toji turns to you and takes you in his arms, “Baby” he whispers with soft eyes. He looks back at the beat up man with you still in his embrace shaking “Get lost before I fucking kill you. And I swear I’ll do it if you come near her again.”
“I’m here baby, shhh.” He cradles you laying in his strong arms, his left hand coming up to wipe your tears. Bloodshot eyes looking back at him. Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful, he thinks “I’m gonna take ya home okay? Just tell me where you live and I’m taking you there. Okay?” You simply nod and he gets up with a grunt, carrying you home bridal style.
When he walks in he takes a look around your small apartment, it feels homey, it feels and smells like you. He places you on the couch, and sit by the edge. You wipe your eyes with shaky hands muttering a soft “thank you” to him. He smiles a bit, sadness hidden behind it. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier doll.” His hand reaches at moves a piece of hair from your face. “It’s not your fault Toji. Don’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his green ones and you both stay silent for a little while. “I feel so disgusting I want to take a bath” you break the silence, closing your eyes, trying to delete the memory of the man assaulting you. Toji sighs agreeing “I should get going then, you have my number if-” “Are you hungry? You can stay and eat something while I wash, your house isn’t that close and I heard your stomach growling before”. He laughs at your remark ‘that’s my girl,’ he thinks “okay”, he breaths and you nod getting up and walking towards the bathroom.
Where you selfish that you wanted to keep him with you a little more?
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tobiotetsu · 9 months
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the beast’s beauty
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fushiguro toji x f!reader
description: because of your father's mistake, the infamous toji zenin forced you into imprisonment in order to pay his debt. however, what you never expected was to fall in love with the monster he was.
genre: angst, historical au, 18+, mini series
warnings/tags: explicit smut(vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, ) violence, mentions of stockholm syndrome & misogyny, blackmail, character injury, blood, profanity, mdni, grammar mistakes
a/n: to welcome our fav dilf to the jjk screen, here's a little beauty and the best retelling for toji:) reblogs are truly appreciated <3 (taglist: open) (wc:1k)
general masterlist
part one ♕ part two ♕ part three ♕ part four ♕ part five
You never enjoyed the company your father kept. Drunks, assassins, mobsters, gamblers. You would always find yourself pulling him out of taverns in the early hours of 2 to 4 am. Usually, fear would course through women’s veins if they had to enter an establishment of this kind however, that wasn't your case. You were predisposed to bars, and whore houses since you were 10.
Now here, age 22 as you make your way through the liveliest bar in town. The air stank of beer and fresh cigarettes; a smell that you've grown more than used to. Your upbringing was merited to being the only daughter of a single father. Your mother died in childbirth and your father never chose to remarry. When you were younger you thought of it as romantic, but as time went on you saw it for what it really was.
He gained a free pass to hoard whores. Your house doors welcomed a new woman every week. The most motherly advice you gained was how to seduce a man and how to keep your tits perky.
The bar was more full than it usually was. Sweaty bodies stood, all facing the same direction. A poker game was at play. By the looks of the chips stacked in the center, it looked rather intense. Your feet began to move faster as a small anxious feeling nipped at your stomach. Shoving arms and legs, you squeeze into the front of the table.
Two men were sitting at opposite ends of the table. The left side of the table was far more crowded than the right. Women were draped over the man who was seated. A hand covered the majority of his face so all that was in view were his eyes. Dark green eyes shined brightly, even though the mess of dark hair was in front of it.
‘He looked focused’ you thought. He stared ahead, not giving any attention to the women around him. You could see why they were all interested in him. Physically, he was very attractive. His legs were spread out under the table, arms crossed and sat straight. His shirt fit on his body like a glove. His shoulders, chest, and even the muscles on his torso were visible through the cloth.
Before you could notice anything a familiar voice caught your attention. At the other end of the table, you see a familiar ratted navy coat. With a far lonelier crowd, your father was squinting at the four cards in his palm.
“All in” he shouted as he pushed all his chips closer to the dark-haired man.
“Dad!” you jumped to him, clasping your hand on his wrist. As you opened your mouth to protest, a deep voice intercepted.
“Sorry, cap.” was all the man said as he displayed his cards. The faces and noise around you felt dull. Muffled voices and blurry vision were all you had as you watched your father’s cards get trumped by a royal flush.
“How much money did you bet, Dad?” The urgency in your voice was a cover for the panic. He had no money. Whatever money he did earn at his sales job was put towards the tavern and prostitutes. Whatever was left was the sum you had earned at the library.
“Sweet pea, I-I messed up,” there was a shake in your father's voice. One that you had never heard before. “It wasn’t money. Gu- I need to get”
You couldn't understand the slurred speech your father spewed.
“Gu? What are you saying, Dad?” you held your father steady near the back entrance of the building.
“Guns” your body jumped at the sound of another voice joining your conversation. You spun around to be faced with familiar eyes. They look much darker at night. The only thing illuminating the scene was a candle hanging beside the door in between you two.
“He didn’t bet money. Your father owes me guns.”
Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion.
He must be confused with someone else.
In an effort to clear your father's name you turn to him for reassurance, but all you are met with is disappointment.
“Mmm sorry. I sold the guns and I didn’t have anything else to give” Your father's voice fell flat.
“Dad, What are you talking about? Why do you have guns? What are you in?” your hands grasp his arms and shake his drunk body hoping to shake the truth out of him.”
“Your father works for my business. And he fucked up and sold my guns for bitch money.” the man said. His head tilted to the right, allowing for his face to be seen. The first thing you saw was a scar that ran through the right corner of his mouth. He was taller than you assumed he was. As he inched towards you his size grew.
“What do you want?” your voice dripped in fear.
“Well, your father here, he bet me something to act as a placeholder, till I get my guns.” he fished in his pockets as he spoke those chilling words. He retrieved a small syringe from his pocket.
Your worried eyes turned to your father but before you could protest, rough hands brushed your lips, pressing your mouth shut. You felt your skin break as a cool needle was stuck in your neck. Tears welled up in your eyes as your fear was confirmed.
You felt your own body turning into mush, your muscles stopped protesting the man's actions and started to skin into him. Your back hit his chest and your head rolled onto his shoulder. With what little power you had you flailed your limbs, but all of your efforts were met with failure.
You couldn't hear anymore, couldn't distinguish voices. Couldn't yell and scream at your father for pimping you like a whore to a beast. You didn't know whose voice it was but you were hoping their word was true, as those were the last words that you heard before you blacked out.
“I'll take care of you, I promise.”
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ᥫ᭡ — EXECUTIVE AFFAIRS: In a cutthroat world of boardroom battles and power struggles, you must navigate ambition , corporate intrigue, and unexpected love affairs.
✧ PRELUDE
— contents: CEO!reader, construction worker!Toji, lawyer!Nanami, therapist!Geto, ex-husband!Gojo; power imbalance, sexual frustration, manipulation, use of 'darling', 'baby', 'dear' & 'boss', 4k words, on-going series
— note: osha is the occupational safety and health administration agency in the USA, even tho i'm not american seems easier to just say osha (also a fun word to pronunce)
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A young man opens the rear door of the Jaguar as soon as your driver stops by the construction site, “This way ma’am” you accept his hand, touching the cement with your stiletto first before getting out of the vehicle.
As scheduled you are heading to a meeting with the architect responsible for this particular project, a big one. Normally the CEO wouldn’t be involved in such routine visits like this, but you definitely don’t want to be like the previous CEO, who barely stepped out of his office for anything.
Besides, you have to make a good impression with the other directors that would be there today as well, and what better way to do that if not going to the construction site yourself, even though you clearly do not belong there given the way your heel wobbled as soon as it touched the uneven ground.
“Excuse me, miss” you’re stopped by a man twice your size — horizontally and almost vertically — extending a white helmet in your direction, “I’m sure that hair costed a lot and you don’t wanna cover it, but every person on site, even the ladies, ‘gotta wear it.”
You stand a bit shocked at the man addressing you like it’s not your last name on his uniform.
“Mr. Fushiguro, I should inform you that it’s your CEO you’re talking to” the boy beside you speaks up, he’s wearing a white helmet and the unknown man a yellow one.
“Great, so you are able to afford the OSHA fine if they decide today is a good day for inspection, but I’d rather not have another pointless safety training just ‘cause no one had the balls to tell you to protect your pretty ‘lil head” his expression doesn’t change a bit with the new information. You find that respectable, especially having so many people stuttering when talking to you.
If you were to say that you don’t get even a little bit amused by people being nervous in your presence Nanami would have to warn you about perjury. 
It’s quite a change to have a blue collar employee sticking to the rules and not batting an eye when the highest possible authority of the company is standing right in front of him, especially when that someone looks like he just got out of a sexy construction men calendar… not that you have ever seen one of those. That’s just what you think they might look like, plus that scar only adds up to fantasy.
You clean your throat, “I appreciate your work ethic, Mr. Fushiguro” you repeat the name so you won’t forget, “I wasn’t aware of the rules” you side-look the young man beside you who’s now staring at his own feet embarrassed since it was his duty to inform you.
“Call me Toji” you take the helmet and put it on, “By the way, you’re supposed to wear trousers too and… literally anything but that” he points with his chin to your high heels thinking how that alone was a safety hazard not just on a construction site. Toji leans closer “but I’ll let it slide, ‘cause you have quite beautiful legs.”
You are left mouth agape, internally appreciating that he didn’t say that out loud — after all being sexualized when you are trying to impose respect would require you to put a show and fire the man — but also makes you question if he was straight forward with you because of his work ethics or because he does not respect you as his superior. 
Not that you wouldn’t let him do disrespectful things to you, but still!
You’re taken to where the rest of the directors are, they’re easy to spot — a bunch of men in suits that clearly don’t belong to the place — surrounding a table with the blue prints. They greet you and you realize this is the first time you see all of them around a table and not sitting, poor guys must be dying for a room with AC right now.
It’s not like you belonged there either, with your tailor made beige suit that had a pencil skirt instead of the newly-discovered-necessary trousers and how-the-fuck-you-thought-that-was-a-good-idea high heels. But in your own defense you did visit a lot of construction sites when you first started at the company all those years ago and that’s much more than the white collar men in front of you can say.
The main architect starts to give you all an status of the project being interrupted by the senior engineer every few minutes, the last one clearly thinking he’s better than the first even though neither of them lifts a finger in this ground.
Your sight is drawn to the man that scolded you before, while the architect is pointing to something on top of the construction and everyone else is shielding their eyes from the sun to find it, you’re looking straight ahead to Toji who’s currently lifting an apparently very heavy sack of cement on his shoulder and taking it all across the site. God, he’s strong.
His handsome face shines with sweat, you’re sure the wife beater he has on also violates some OSHA code, but who would be crazy enough to report that? Not you for sure, the view is worth the OSHA fine.
Especially when he drops the sack with a grunt and uses the shirt to wipe his face, revealing a torso you’re sure Michelangelo would die to use as inspiration to sculpt into marble then having people saying ‘whoa that’s real art’. 
You wonder if someone would scream at you for touching that piece of art.
Unfortunately you don’t expect to get caught ogling by the subject himself. So the best thing you can do is find whatever the architect is pointing to and pretend to pay attention like you should have from the beginning instead of eye fucking one of your employees.
“Hey, boss” you hear on your way out of the site and back to your cozy office where you wouldn’t get your ankle broken that easily. You turn around and see Toji catwalking his way to you.
“Technically I'm out of the hazard zone, mr. Fushiguro” you justify your lack of a helmet which you ditched a few seconds ago.
“Toji” he corrects you, taking his own helmet off “and I’m not this uptight, unlike some people here today” he mutters the last part looking behind him to some of the directors that seemed to be looking for tiny errors on the project so they could fix it and justify being there.
“Well, what can I do for you?”
“I’m pretty sure you're being robbed.” 
“What?” you look around, “What do you mean?”
“You’re paying for double the stuff that’s actually being delivered” he took a sheet of folded paper out of his pants, you reach for it but he pulls it back, “I have proof and I can say names.”
“Did you say that to your field supervisor?”
“Please, who do ya think it’s signin’ under this?” he rolls his eyes.
“So you came to the CEO instead? You’re going behind some big backs here, sir.”
“Look, miss, I want a promotion, I know a lot of big shots will go down for this and I’m the only one capable of handling the people here. Besides I stand by what I said before, no one has the guts to do this so I’m taking a big risk and I deserve compensation” he hands back the paper and this time he let you take it. You stare into his deep green eyes suspiciously, the man has the looks of a fantasy villain with his sharp features and dark eyelashes, you're not entirely sure if you should believe him.
“Give your number to my assistant, we’ll schedule a meeting in the office, you tell me everything you know and I see what I can do about it.”
“In the office? Didn’t know you allowed commonores in your castle” he smirks.
“Only the pretty ones” you wink and his smile grows wider. 
“How long have you known about this?” Nanami questions.
“Not even 24 hours” you sit on your white couch signing for him to take the seat in front of you.
Your lawyer does that thing you find really hot where he unbuttons the coat of his five digit worth suit before sitting down. You admire Nanami’s elegance while he roams his eyes through the paper, he has a vest between the coat and the dress shirt. Navy blue suits him so well, matches his eyes. He makes you think every man should wear vests, but of course not every man can pull it off. Honestly, you find it hard to believe there's anything Nanami can’t pull off, but you haven't seen your lawyer without a suit… ever. 
Maybe he looks bad with a plain T-shirt? 
No way. 
Perhaps with an overall and cowboy hat? 
Mmm the image makes you wanna ride something. 
What about emo hair, eyeliner and a band tee? 
No, you can’t imagine Kento with emo hair, no chance he had a rebellious phase except if his parents wanted him to be a surgeon and he became the best lawyer in the city just to piss them off. 
“I’m glad you came to me first, but we’ll need to involve auditing and probably internal affairs. That’ll probably put the project on hold for some weeks, also I’ll need more evidence than this” he shook the one paper sheet that was merely a quotation of supplies even you could understand is way too much for a single building.
“I got the guy for that, say the word and Yuuta will arrange a meeting” you pointed to your assistant sitting outside.
“Tell me, dear” he put the sheet aside, taking that posture that intimidated you a bit, “A blue collar worker just saw your pretty self on the site and handed criminal evidence? Just like that?”
You open your mouth, thinking what to say that won’t sound like you are being taken advantage of, and failing.
“Oh darling” he says a bit too condescendingly for someone that technically works for you, “Thought I told you about being too naive” he leans on the couch, making himself comfortable like you’re about to have The Talk.
“Kento, is not like that” you cross your arms defensively, “He said he wants a promotion, how risky that would be?”
“Thought you would say that” he takes his phone and hands it to you, “So I did my own little research.”
“What’s this?” you find yourself looking at a picture of the man you met yesterday. 
Only now you could see tiny numbers behind him indicating his height and he held a plaque with his name. He looks way younger, still very handsome, you wonder how popular he used to be in his youth, with a face like that and the implication he was arrested was enough to make every girl’s bad-boy-dream come true.
“What was he accused of?” you ask out of curiosity.
“Not relevant, also sealed records” he breaks eye contact and that’s enough for you to understand he actually knows it and he did not get this information by any legal means.
“So what? The man got a bit of trouble with the law when he was young” you shrug, remembering even your ex husband had a little rich boy “criminal” file, if you can even call the dumb shit he did outta spite for his parents an actual crime.
“HR will find out about this, then you’re going to have to justify why you’re recommending a filled man for a managing position.”
“And I’ll tell them he actually found out about a theft scheme and whatever public-pissing crime he did will surely be overlooked.”
“Darling, you have to start thinking about your image, we’ve been through that before” he tilts his head.
“You don’t like my image?” you question playfully twirling your hair, Nanami smiles for a brief second.
“You know what I mean: your image towards the board, you barely made the votes necessary to be where you are today.”
Indeed, you owned the company and no one could take that away, but the CEO position needed to be voted and you only got the necessary votes because your ex-husband had the strongest voting rights and part of the divorce agreement was that he voted for you, so his, plus a few more other members of the board's votes and you made chief executive officer.
“Fine, then write a contract, he tells everything including testify if he has to in exchange of the supervisor position and I’ll pitch it to the board before any decisions are made” you uncross your arms raising from your seat.
Bringing the board into the conversation made you nervous, most of them don't like you and you’ve been trying to prove yourself for months. Even though you worked your ass off way before marrying the owner all they saw was a hurt ex-wife making pretend.
“Atta girl” Nanami raises too, buttoning his coat back and placing his hands on your tense shoulders. Nanami smells like what you think it should be every handsome lawyer's trademark scent, cause damn that smell would make you sign anything he gives you.
“Don’t worry much, you’re doing great” he presses a bit and you melt.
“Take me out to lunch?” you pout.
“I would love to” he lets go of your shoulder, “Unfortunately I have a hearing, but I'll be back for that meeting soon, okay?”
You sigh in defeat, getting even a few minutes of Nanami’s time for yourself is as hard as it can get, only a corruption scheme to get him to come to your office in such short notice.
“Ma’am” Yuuta says from the speakerphone, “Your ex-husband is calling” you groan, throwing your head back.
Of course he would want to interrupt your moment with Nanami.
“I can get you a restriction order” your lawyer offers jokily (or not).
Aside from being the company's lawyer, Nanami Kento was also your divorce attorney, which you managed to get only after agreeing to give him your company's account if he managed to land you the CEO position. Like everything in this merciless corporate world, it was give and take, you got what you wanted – not surprisingly so, afterall Nanami, even though is not a divorce specialist, is the best. Still, you like to think of him being more than another contractor of yours.
“I appreciate the offering” you smile tiredly, Nanami kisses your hand like the gentleman he is before leaving your office, “Yuuta, I’ll take him– it. I’ll take the call” you sit back behind your desk massaging your temple “Put him through.”
“Hello, beautiful” he greets over the speakerphone in that always so cheerful tone.
“Satoru, what do you want?”
“No chit-chat? It’s the least you could do for me after I gave you the company” entitled as always…
“You didn’t give it to me, you gave it up for the rest of your assets” you remind, already sick of this same discussion over and over.
When the divorce was officially on the table you told Kento exactly what you wanted: the company. The one thing you knew your ex husband would hate to lose, but also didn’t love as much as his lifestyle – which would be brutally affected if you decided to go for the 50% you were entitled to.
So through a carefully written agreement you accepted way less than you were owed in the form of full ownership of the respected construction company and title of chief executive officer.
“Six of one, half a dozen of the other. How have you been?”
“Fine. Just tell me what you want, I actually take this job seriously and have important things to do.”
Oh god, he would tease you so bad if he knew about the corruption scheme, and the worst part is that, eventually, he will know. Gojo has ears everywhere around here.
“Nanami” he says simply. You start to look around your office, wondering if he has cameras there.
“You… want… Nanami?”
“Yes, beautiful” he confirms slowly like he's talking to a kid that has just learned the alphabet.
“Why? You know what? Nevermind, I don't want to know. No, you can’t have him” you lean on your chair, denying Gojo gives you great satisfaction.
“It’s not for any bullshit reason, alright?”
“I don’t care, Satoru. Besides, I don’t own Kento, you can approach him anytime” you smile knowing he would never be able to do that without you.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” condescension drips from your phone and onto your desk, “He won’t represent me even if I run for president.”
“So you need legal representation? You’re not calling me from jail, are you Satoru?” you mirror his condescending tone, surely he can hear the smile in your voice.
“Thought you didn't care, or would you bail me out? Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t have the money for that” he laughs, arguing was never a thing with him, he would mock you and find a way to make you doubt your accusations. Gaslighting is it? “I’ll give it a shot, just so you know, but this is a great opportunity for you to ask something in return.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“Think about it, baby, I’m sure there's plenty of things I can do for you” his tone is lower, more seductive.
“Doubt it” you roll your eyes hearing his chuckle.
“Yeah? When was the last time you had–” 
You hang up.
Then sigh loudly and press the button to talk to Yuuta.
“Yes, ma’am?” you scrunch your nose, still not used to being called that, Nanami said you should let your sweet assistant call you ma'am or madam at least in front of others since you could use the recognition of your authority.
“Please put Geto on the line.”
“Certainly” you wait, stepping out of your heels and digging your toes on the fluff carpet under the table.
“Hi, doc” you salute your psychologist.
“Sugar, I told you there’s no need to address me like that, hurts my feelings” his honeyed voice is everything you need to hear in such stressful times.
“It does? Maybe you should see a therapist to talk about that, I have a great recommendation” you can’t help but smile like a little girl when talking to him, being playful is a way to cope with your harmless crush.
“Just great?”
“He’s the best, I can assure you” he laughs, “Do you have a few minutes?”
“For you, absolutely” your face warms up then you remember the subject of the call and cools down again.
“It’s Satoru.”
‘It’s always Satoru’ Geto thinks.
“He just called wanting something, I told him no and he made that same old joke about me not having money” you huffed.
“And how do you feel about that?”
“Helpless? I don't know, he must think I’m poor now or something” which is ridiculous, you’re not nearly close to his patrimony as you used to when you were married but what you have is still fuckload more than what it takes to be considered poor.
“He’s trying to remind you of what you lost when you left him, this is just another manipulation technique, my love. Don’t let him get in your head” you need this as a mantra to hear every time your ex-husband calls, “Did he bring up sex this time?”
“No, but he was about to.”
“And what did you say?”
“Hanged up” you hear him snorting.
“Well, that can work on the phone, but what if you were talking face to face? What would you have done?”
Geto knows a lot about you. Obviously since you pay him to listen while you ramble and complain. Still, feels overwhelming having someone recalling your previous actions, especially the ones you're not exactly proud of.
“Tell him to shut up, throw a stapler on him, call security, threaten him with a restriction order.”
“Would you really?” Geto likes to take a joke you make and dig on that.
“Well, probably not the last two…” 
“Have you been looking up restriction orders?”
“No, that was a joke my lawyer made early. A restriction order would be too… bureaucratic? Also unnecessary, afterall Satoru he never physically hurt me or threatened to.”
“That would be a good way of making him leave you alone for a while since you're not able to fully detach from him” you sat up.
“That's not true! I’ve been doing everything by myself lately, don't even have time to think about him! I’m detached, doc.”
“Wanna know what I think you would have done if he made that sexual comment face to face with you?” you gulp and Geto takes your silence as consent to continue, “I think you would let him go forward with it.”
You make an offended sound but don't fight his statement, “And what would happen next?” he tones the question like a professor trying to make the class complete a sentence, you keep your head down and mouth shut, “You would’ve let him sweet talk you into sleeping with him again.”
“You don't know that” you murmur.
“It’s a pattern, love. This is how abusive husbands keep their wives from leaving them or even telling anyone about the abuse. They use sex to make them think how good it is to be with them despite everything else.”
“Satoru was not abusive.” you defend your ex-husband firmly, “And I already left him!” you defend yourself less firmly.
“And he still thinks he can have you back! You know why?”
“Because I’m a catch that he shouldn’t have cheated?” Geto stays quiet for a few seconds and you feel a lump in your throat forming. The comment was supposed to sound more like a joke but you're still too hurt for that , clearly.
“That as well, but you really think he regrets it?”
“He seemed pretty sorry in the divorce mediation” you murmur recalling his lost-puppy expression.
“The meeting where he signed a paper that would make him lose his company and his wife? Gee I wonder why” the little sarcastic remark made you smile and shake your head, your psychologist using sarcasm against you is quite funny, “My point is, if you really want to be independent from him you ‘gotta stop letting yourself be attracted back like a magnet” you let his words sink in hearing some papers being ruffled on his side.
“I’m giving you homework.”
“Oh no…”
“Find your sexuality by yourself, you can watch porn, masturbate or even better: have sex with someone. Anyone but Satoru, because right now that’s what he’s using to control you.”
“Geto, I don’t know about this. Porn is too gross, masturbation is too ineffective and sex is too…” you trail off.
“Vulnerable?” he completes.
“I guess…”
“It’s been a few months since you last slept with Satoru, right? What’re you feeling?”
“What do you mean?” you rub your face.
“You know what I mean” he's strict and you let out a long sigh.
“I feel frustrated, sometimes stressed and distracted” all caused by the men you have to deal with including the handsome psychologist putting some sense in you. Not exactly what you wanted him to put in, but oh well…
“Exactly, in your current state it’s only a matter of time until you end up on his bed. You gotta decide if you are willing to: find porn that is not gross, masturbate more effectively or let yourself relax and be vulnerable.”
Is easy to like Geto Suguru, he’s handsome, has a sweet voice, he listens without interrupting (manterrupting is a big no-no for this job thankfully). Though sometimes it’s easy to hate him too, you have to remember he's saying what you need to hear not what you want to, even if your ears could use some tickling from time to time.
“Still with me?” he asks after you remain quiet.
“Yes, doc” he says your name in a warning tone, “Sorry, Suguru.”
“All good for our appointment next week?”
“Hm” your thoughts go to the newly found out corruption scheme that will need your attention the following days, “I’ll ask Yuuta to confirm with your secretary alright?”
“Whatever works best for you, love.”
“Bye, Suguru.”
“Don’t forget your homework.”
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