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Toji absolutely loves food.

If you guys ever go out on a date, 99.99% of the time it’s always going to be a restaurant. Sure he’ll let you pick other places to go out instead of just eating, but whenever he gets to pick date night, he always chooses the best of the best seafood, taking you by the shore and enjoy the ocean.

“Mhm should we try the new special this time? Suguru told me he came here with Gojo and it..melts in your mouth?” He suggests while holding onto your forearm while he uses his other hand to open the door for you.

As soon as you step inside, the place smelled like the the ocean, obviously. you point out the open kitchen the restaurant had, “look, they are doing the special you were talking about, it looks so yummy!”

“We can get the special and definitely order some more after we finish, how does that sound, sweetheart?” He asks, looking down at you while the waiter brings you to your reserved private room away from everyone else.

Toji hated when people would watch him eat, he ate with his mouth full and sause all over his face, like a baby when it’s spaghetti night, you never judged him because you did the same.

It’s one thing you both shared and laughed about all the time when you would walk back to the car, chocolate fudge cake in hand, cake all over your hands.

The waiter gave you both a menu while watching toji pulling the chair out of the marble table and letting you sit down, “are we ready to order, or do we still need more time?” She asked, notepad in hand with a pen on the other.

“We are not ready actually but we’ll both have some of the red wine we drank last time please, leave the bottle.” He told her, not looking up from the other specials there were tonight.

She nods and leaves you two to be, closing the door on her way out. You loved how peaceful it was, calm background music playing in the back. There was a small fountain in the corner of the room that made pretty sounds when it would fall.

“So, we just a little bit of everything? I haven’t had seafood in a couple months.” He jokes, knowing damn well you both ate some 4 weeks ago when he came home from a long day of work. He was too tired to go out to eat so he just order takeout, you had to feed him while his dead looking body rested on the couch.

He remembers you bathing him afterwards and changing him, “thank you sweetheart, ‘always taking care of me when I need you.” It was one way you both like sharing you love, his love language was a little bit of everything which caught your attention the first time he met you.

“Oooh, actually sounds pretty promising. We could get that but can we also get some of those stuffed dumplings? Pretty please?” You ask, hands clamped together with your lips in a pout manner. He chuckles at that, “of course, just leave some for me, I’ll get the extra large ones.”

After finsishing up, he pays the bill and you both head out with three to-go boxes. “Should we leave a box for megumi and his friends? I know sukana and nobora like these,” you montion to the box filled with oysters and catfish.

“You know I love you but I don’t see how you like those? There so slimy and gooey..” he says, referring to the box you had in your hands. He takes them away from you and sets them in the backseat. “But yes, let’s leave these off to megumi, that boy hardly eats!”

Greetings! Let me just say I absolutely love your writing! If you are taking requests, may I request toji meeting y/n parents? Sending lots of love ❤️

Anon omggg this came out so much longer than I had intended,, I hope you enjoy!! <3

Cw: some kissing, nervousness, embarrassment (on readers end), comfort, a lot of fluff, some cussing

↳ he'd be so nervous – doesn't know what to wear and is silently panicking while you're dressed casually and getting ready

↳ you'd notice his miss of cocky comments, turning away from your mirror to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the charcoal dresser

↳ "baby, its not the met gala. Just wear what you want." A small giggle fell from your lips at the long sigh he gave

↳ he settled on a grey crew neck, throwing a black t-shirt over it and a pair of baggy jeans, coincidentally, the ones you'd labeled his 'dad' jeans

↳ the drive to your parents house is entertaining to say the least

↳ "kid, I'm old enough to be your dad's friend–" he rubbed at his temple, staring our the window of the car, hand nervously tapping against the wooden wheel, "you don't think they're gonna like, I dunno, think that's kinda weird?"

↳ there wasn't much you could do to when he got nervous like this, after spending the better half of a year with him you'd learned its better to just let him work his nerves out on his own

↳ "sweetheart..." you turned to him with a soft smile as you pulled his hand away from the wheel to hold in your own, "it'll be okay."

↳ Toji stared at you for a second before sighing, dropping his head into his hands with a groan as the car came to a stop at an intersection

↳ "you're right, you're right. I just–" he bumped his fist against the gear shift anxiously, "I really don't wanna screw this up, I wan'em to like me."

↳ immediately, you're grasping his cheeks in your hands, pressing your lips to his in a reassuring kiss, "they'll love you, trust me."

↳ you were right.

↳ as soon as the two of you arrived, your dad was quick to greet the two of you at the door, shaking Toji's hand with an excited smile, "Nice to meet you, man!"

↳ Toji hadn't expected your father to be so openly accepting of him as soon as he walked through the door, nerves settling almost instantly as he followed you into the kitchen

↳ both you and your mom helped prepare dinner, while Toji and your dad drank beers and made small talk outside

↳ ever so often you'd look up from the cutting board to see Toji kicking at the ground absent-mindedly before throwing his head back in a laugh at something your dad said

↳ you smiled warmly at the idea of Toji and your dad growing closer over the years, at the idea of spending holidays together binging on treats, at the idea of all of you becoming a family together

↳ "So..." your mother's voice pulled you from your dreamy state to turn to her as she ran flour over the counter, "he's cute, but does he treat you right?"

↳ "mommmm!" Throwing your head back with a whine, "stop it!"

↳ "I'm just asking!" She brought her flour-covered hands up defensively with a giggle

↳ "yes, he treats me very well, actually." You rolled your eyes, turning back to the cutting board

↳ "well that's all that matters." You could hear the smile in your mother's voice

↳ once the table set you called the boys in with a gentle wave, Toji following behind your father

↳ You sat down at the table with Toji on your side and your parents across from the two of you; sliding your hand over your rest on Toji's knee, you gave it a gentle squeeze, smiling when he reached a hand under the table to grab at yours, bringing it up to kiss the backs of your knuckles gently.

↳ dinner went smoothly, both your parents giggly and entertaining friendly banter with both Toji and you while asking questions about how the two of you met and what Toji's current job was

↳ once dinner was finished you helped put away the dishes with Toji, handing the plates off to him to dry after you'd washed them

↳ it wasn't long before your mom made her way around the corner, excited smile gracing her features, "Toji," she whispered, motioning with a hand for him to follow her, "c'mere, wanna show you something."

↳ he looked back to where you were facing away from him, gently placing the dried plate down onto the counter before following your mom

↳ you'd been humming to yourself as you washed off the remaining dishes, the sweet smell of lemon soap wafting throughout the kitchen – the smell of baked garlic bread is still heavy as it seeps from the antique oven your mom had custom made

↳ you'd been handing the dishes off to Toji in a pile, only realizing something was a miss when you'd turned to see not only how tall the stack of cleaned plates had gotten but also the obvious lack of your boyfriend's presence

↳ "Toji?" You switched off the tap, grabbing a towel from the counter to dry your hands as you made your way out of the kitchen

↳ "Toji?" You called again, "Mom? Dad?" You wandered around the entry way of your parents house, brow quirked in confusion, had they left?

↳ it was only when you were about to text Toji that you heard muffled giggles come from your parents room

↳ brows furrowing in confusion, you made your way up the stairs quietly before opening up the door to your parents bedroom to see Toji sitting in the middle of your mom and dad, holding an aged photo album in his lap as your mom pointed to a photo

↳ "and that's when she went outside right after I gave her a bath and rolled around in the mud for twenty minutes." Toji giggled at the faded photo of you dressed in your pajamas, mud caked into the pastel fabrics and painted over your small cheeks

↳ "mom, why'd you show him that!" You exclaimed, making your way over to the decorative bench they sat along

↳ "whoops!" Your mom giggled sheepishly, shoulders bouncing as she stood up from her seat, grabbing your father's arm and leading him out of the room, "I think we're gonna go finish up those dishes!" She smiled

↳ rolling your eyes you made you way over to where Toji sat, eyes tracing over every picture, gently running the pads of his thumbs over the tinted photos - the color runs lighter as time's passed on

↳ "C'mere," he extends an arm towards you, eyes still focused on the pictures of you dressed in overalls and home-sewn shirts

↳ pulling you into his lap, he turned the page with his free hand, taking time to read over the title: 'Y/n's Middle School years'. The title's decorated in cursive and stars and crudely drawn hearts with arrows drawn through them

↳ Toji takes his time looking over every photo; commenting on the backgrounds or your friends you'd taken the pictures with

↳ you, on the other hand, felt humilated; burrowing your face into his neck as he cooed at you smile; Halloween themed braces decorating your teeth, your lovely introduction to puberty expressing itself in the form of acne over your skin.

↳ "ugh, oh my god. Don't look please." Your cheeks ran hot as he ran his hand up and down your back comfortingly.

↳ "Sweetie, you were just a baby," you gave another groan, "God, what happened to you?" he pinched your side teasingly which in turn you slapped the back of your hand against his chest

↳ he flipped the page with a giggle to see a section decorated in gold star stickers and decorative confetti, a dance ticket pinned to the bottom corner.

↳ Oh, you remembered that night. The 8th grade dance, the dance where you got a photo with your crush from science class, the photo that you kept with hearts drawn around the two of you, where you'd written his name in-

↳ "Who's Jeremy?" Toji's voice quipped with an amused interest

↳ slowly, you pulled your face from the crook of his neck to see the sheet of obnoxious pink and purple hearts drawn in the shape of one large heart surrounding the very awkward photo of you and the boy

↳ "Oh god, Toji, don't look at that!" you cried, turning away and pushing your onto the paper in an attempt to block his view

↳ He easily moved your hand with a laugh before you pushed the flat of your palm against his cheek as he chuckled

↳ "Okay, okay!" he flipped the page with a stirred laugh

↳ Toji took his time looking through the embarrassing album of your middle school years, pinching your sides teasingly as he made his way through the last few photos - adding his own commentary for his own amusement

↳ Once he made it to the high school section he got a lot quieter - prompting you to pull yourself from his neck again

↳ He was looking at your senior pictures, running the back of his knuckle over your cheek in the photo where you're in the middle of laughing, surrounded by friends as you celebrate your 18th birthday

↳ "M'so lucky," He spoke quietly, turning to you, he placed a soft kiss to your lips, "Love you, sweetie."

↳ You nodded into the kiss, "Love you too, baby - wish I'd known you back then, woulda' kissed the hell outta' you," you smiled against his lips

↳ "I would've been thrown in jail." Toji spoke blankly.

↳ "You know what I meant, asshole!" you hit his chest again

plz, Toji is so soft with y/n whenever she’s in pain or uncomfortable 🥺 how does he take care of her when she’s sick? does little Megumi waddle over and try to make the pain go away or does he get sent to his grandparents house so Toji can focus on taking care of y/n?

Awhh omg okay okay, he'd be so sweet anon

Cw: fem reader, fluff, illness, headaches, snuggling

♱ hes immediately so gentle with you (dimming the lights and speaking in rough whispers)

♱ megumi will try to walk into you and Toji's shares bedroom, climbing up onto the bed before Toji's grabbing him and picking him up by the waist before shoo'ing him out the door, "Be quiet, buddy, mommy's sleeping."

♱ Toji calls your parents over to take Megumi for the day while he takes care of you

♱ wraps you up in one of his hoodies and carries you to his truck to pick up a prescription for you (the whole time you're whining and tearing up from your pounding headache and swollen sinuses.

♱ holds your hand the whole time, rubbing soft circles into your wrists, kissing your knuckles

♱ "Tojiiii," you're nearly crying, pulling the hood of your his sweatshirt over your head and snuggling into the leather seats of the truck.

♱ "I know, sugar, I know," he frowns, throwing the truck's visor down to block out of some of the sun

♱ once you're home, he cooks you Chef Boyardee and turns on your favorite TV show, sitting you down in his lap and massaging your temples while you slurp on the pasta weakly.

♱ he lets you sleep on him msit of the day,wrapped in your favorite blanket like a burrito and cooped up in his lap.

♱ he takes like,,, 30 photos of you knocked out cus he thinks you look adorable (not becuz you're sick, just cus you look so peaceful when you're sleeping)

♱ if you start to feel better, he'll turn the TV back on and let you explain the characters of your show and what you think will happen next while he smiles, running a hand up and down your arm gently

♱ if you're not feeling better, he'll carry you to the bedroom and settle you into the bed, spooning you while you sleep

birthday 🐦‍⬛❤️🎂

used the floral abundance pose on this one as reference (i changed the hand poses)

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

yeah

this was crazy