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About me 💋
I’m a just a french girl who need to react to every event of his life. And tumblr is the best to do it !!!
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🍓 My favorite artists
American artists :
Ariana Grande, SZA, Kali Uchis, Raye, Rhianna, Mélanie Martinez, Lady gaga, Drake, Childish Gambino,
French artists :
Damso, PNL, MZ, Luidji, Tsew the kid, Hellcat, Stromae
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- Mathilda, all children should watch it
🍓 Hobbies
- photography
- writing and reading
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- clothes and snickers
- makeup and skincare
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JJ’S MASTERLIST
hi !! I don’t really have any rules besides just don’t request any really weird stuff, I’ll do smut and write for rma/lfc footballers plus a few others. I used to write one piece stuff so that’s just at the bottom as it’s my old works.
I reblogged whoever I get my dividers from, and always open to mutuals !
I also edit over on tiktok, my username is ziiinc
smut [s] angst [a] fluff [f]
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nothing here yet..
hai I’m redoing my whole tumblr and write 4 football now ok bai
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 21 - Say Something
18+ ONLY
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: i’m really sorry for the long wait my loves. i got my heart broken and i just wasn’t able to continue writing. but i’m better now! hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. keep in mind that this is my first time writing smut so it’s probably horrible lmao. SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 20} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Toji didn’t chase people.
He never had, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.
But three weeks had passed, and you were still avoiding him like the plague—ignoring his texts, pretending he didn’t exist at school, slipping away the second he got too close. It wasn’t just pissing him off. It was driving him insane.
He wasn’t the type to overthink things, but after weeks of silence, of replaying that night over and over again, he was starting to lose his patience.
So, when he found himself standing on your doorstep, fists shoved into his hoodie pockets, he barely hesitated before ringing the doorbell.
Your mom answered within seconds, raising an eyebrow when she saw him.
“Toji?”
“Hey.” He leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head slightly. “She home?”
“She’s out with her friends.”
Toji exhaled sharply, jaw tensing. He should’ve known. You were a damn escape artist at this point.
Your mom hummed, studying him. Then, with a knowing look, she stepped aside. “You can wait in her room if you want.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Walking up the stairs, he found your door slightly ajar and pushed it open, stepping inside for the first time.
It was exactly what he expected.
Your scent clung to the air—something warm and familiar, like vanilla and something softer, something that reminded him of you. Blankets were thrown haphazardly over your bed, little trinkets and books scattered across your desk. A framed picture of you and your friends sat by your nightstand, along with a small polaroid of you at your birthday party last year.
Toji ran his fingers over the polaroid before shoving it into his pocket, then sat on the edge of your bed, shoulders tense.
Now, he just had to wait.
You don’t expect to find anyone in your room when you get home, let alone Toji.
He’s sitting on your bed, one leg lazily propped up, scrolling through his phone like he has every right to be there. But when you step inside, his gaze snaps to yours, sharp and unreadable.
Your stomach twists.
You haven’t spoken to him in three weeks—not a single text, not even a glance at school. And now he’s here. Waiting.
“Toji—”
“Oh, look who finally decided to show up,” he cuts in, his tone dangerously casual. He tosses his phone onto your nightstand and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Was startin’ to think you died or somethin’.”
You force a shaky breath. “What are you doing here?”
His jaw ticks. “What am I doing here?” he repeats, voice low, like he can’t believe you just asked that. “Nah, what the hell have you been doing? Three weeks, and you couldn’t be bothered to text me back?”
Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
He scoffs. “Right. ‘Cause that’s all you do now, huh? Run away when shit gets real?”
“That’s not—”
“Bullshit,” he snaps, standing up abruptly. The sheer size of him, the intensity in his eyes, makes your pulse jump. “You didn’t even have the decency to say anything. Just dipped, like I meant nothing to you.”
His words hit harder than you expect. “That’s not true.”
“No?” He lets out a bitter laugh. “Then what? You wake up and suddenly decide I ain’t worth your time?”
“I was scared,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper.
Toji doesn’t react at first. He just stares, expression unreadable, before tilting his head. “Scared of what?”
You swallow hard. “I don’t remember anything after we left the party.”
His entire body goes rigid.
“I woke up, and I—” You wrap your arms around yourself. “I didn’t know what happened. I didn’t know if I did something I’d regret, if we did something that—”
Toji’s expression darkens. “You think I’d let something happen to you that you didn’t want?”
“No! That’s not what I—” You run a hand through your hair, exhaling sharply. “I just panicked, okay? I didn’t know how to face you after that. I thought maybe I’d ruined things between us, so I just—”
“Ghosted me?” he finishes flatly.
You wince. “I know it was shitty.”
“Shitty?” His eyes narrow. “Nah. Shitty is forgetting to text back once or twice. This?” He gestures between you two. “This was a fuckin’ choice.”
Your throat tightens. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Yeah? Well, congrats, blondie,” he says coldly. “You did.”
Silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating.
Toji shakes his head, pulling something from his pocket. When he grabs your wrist and presses it into your palm, you look down, recognizing your missing earrings.
Your heart clenches.
“There,” he mutters. “Now you got all your shit back. No reason to ever see me again.”
Panic flares inside you. “Toji, wait—”
“Nah.” He steps around you, heading for the door. “I’m done. You don’t want me around? Message received.”
He’s almost gone.
He’s actually leaving.
You don’t think. You just grab his wrist, yanking him back with every ounce of desperation in your body. “Please,” you whisper. “Don’t go.”
His body tenses under your grip, but he doesn’t turn.
Tears prick your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you breathe. “I am so, so sorry. I handled this horribly. I was selfish and scared, but I never wanted to hurt you.”
Toji’s silent, his shoulders stiff.
You clutch him tighter. “I missed you,” you say, voice breaking. “Every single day, I missed you. I just didn’t know how to fix it.”
His jaw clenches. “You don’t get to do that,” he mutters. “You don’t get to disappear and then act like I’m supposed to forgive you just ‘cause you feel bad now.”
You step closer, heart pounding. “Then tell me how to fix it.”
He finally turns, and the look in his eyes nearly knocks the air from your lungs.
Frustration. Hurt. Longing.
You reach for his hand. He doesn’t pull away.
“I swear,” you whisper, “I won’t run again.”
Toji watches you, expression unreadable. Then, with a rough sigh, he tugs you against him, wrapping his arms around you like he’s been waiting weeks to do it.
“You’re a real pain in the ass, y’know that?” he mutters into your hair.
You let out a wet laugh. “Yeah. I know.”
His grip tightens. “Don’t pull that shit again.”
“I won’t.”
He exhales, pulling back just enough to look at you. His gaze flickers to your lips.
“You gonna run if I kiss you?” he murmurs.
Your breath hitches. “No.”
That’s all he needs. His lips crash against yours, and it’s not soft—it’s desperate, frustrated, full of everything left unsaid. You clutch at his hoodie, pulling him closer, and he groans into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
His hands grip your waist, guiding you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He pushes you down with ease, his weight pressing against you, and heat floods your body.
Your fingers tangle in his dark hair as he kisses you harder, dragging his lips along your jaw, down to your throat. His breath is hot, his touch even hotter, and every inch of you feels like it’s burning.
“Toji—”
He silences you with another kiss, smirking against your lips.
“Bet you won’t forget this time,” he murmurs.
And then his hands start to wander.
You squeal against his lips as he roughly cups your plump ass cheeks and pulls you even closer.
He pulls away, heavily breathing and staring into your eyes for what feels like an eternity.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mutters, his voice rough as he gently cradles your face and kisses you hard.
Your lips move against his, the world outside this moment fading into irrelevance. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer, bodies pressed together as if the space between you was unbearable. The heat of his breath, the way his fingers grip your waist—it’s dizzying.
Somewhere between the push and pull of your embrace, your steps falter. A gasp slips past your lips as you lose your balance, your fingers clutching at his shirt for stability. But he’s just as lost in you, and together, you tumble onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight.
A breathless laugh bubbles from your throat, but it’s quickly swallowed by another kiss, his lips capturing yours again before you can say anything. The sheets crumple beneath you as he shifts, one hand braced beside your head, the other trailing down your arm. Everything about him is overwhelming—the way he tastes, the way he feels, the way he looks at you like he isn’t quite sure how to stop.
Your heart pounds, anticipation thick in the air. The moment stretched between you, heavy with the unspoken, waiting for whatever came next.
Toji starts pressing wet kisses on your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck, leaving you gasping and whimpering.
A cocky smirk finds his lips as he lets his hands wander under your shirt, gently caressing your soft skin.
A shiver runs down your spine as you gently push him away, your hands trembling slightly as you sit up. Your fingers curl around the hem of his shirt, and for a moment, you hesitate. The weight of his gaze burns into you, intense and unreadable, making your pulse race.
Swallowing hard, you finally tug his shirt up, your knuckles brushing against the firm planes of his stomach as you lift the fabric over his head. He helps you, yanking it off the rest of the way and tossing it carelessly to the floor. The sight of him—his toned chest rising and falling with each measured breath—leaves you momentarily breathless.
Toji watches you with dark amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn, you gonna stare all night, or…?”
Heat rushes to your face, but you refuse to back down. Instead, you roll your eyes and place your hands on his bare shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms. “Shut up,” you mumble, trying to sound annoyed, but the way your voice wavers betrays you.
His smirk deepens as he leans in, his nose brushing against yours. “Make me.”
Before you can respond, his lips find yours again, more insistent this time, his hands skimming down your sides. His fingers ghost over the hem of your top, a silent question. You nod—just barely—and he takes that as permission, peeling it off you with agonizing slowness.
The air feels cooler against your exposed skin, but Toji is warm—burning, almost. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer until you’re practically straddling him. Your fingers explore the contours of his shoulders, his biceps, the hard lines of his chest.
His lips trail down the side of your neck, lingering just below your ear before he murmurs, “You good?”
You exhale shakily, nodding. “Yeah.”
His hands travel lower, tracing the waistband of your jeans before he effortlessly undoes the button. A nervous thrill shoots through you, anticipation tightening in your stomach as he tugs them down, his touch both careful and firm.
Your own hands fumble with the drawstring of his sweatpants, your heart hammering as you push them down his hips. He helps you, kicking them off until they join the mess of discarded clothes on the floor.
Now, only a thin layer of fabric separates you both, and the realization makes your breath hitch. The air between you shifts—charged, expectant.
Toji cups your face, tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his. “You ready?” His voice is softer now, the teasing edge gone.
You nod again, more certain this time. “Yeah,” you whisper.
His lips curve into something almost gentle before he pulls you back in, pressing you into the mattress as his hands begin to roam once more.
With an unusual gentleness he spreads your legs and slowly pulls your lacy panties off. His breath hitches in his throat and for the first time in his life Toji feels speechless.
It’s not like he’s a virgin and has never seen a naked woman before but you’re on another level. He finds himself staring at all of your naked glory only to be interrupted by you closing your legs.
“The fuck you doin’?” he asks, his voice gruff.
“You’re staring!” You whine in embarrassment causing him to grin in amusement.
“So? I’m enjoying the view. Now spread your legs f’me, blondie.“
You do as he says and smack his biceps when you notice him smirk again. Your mouth opens to form a response but all you can do is let out a soft gasp as you feel Toji’s warm tongue part your lips and slip inside your warm pussy.
He holds onto your trembling legs while he eats you out as if it were his last meal. You try to close them to get away from the foreign overstimulation but he merely fixes you with a sharp glare before continuing.
Breathless moans leave your flushed lips as Toji lets his wet tongue drag an agonizingly slow lick directly to your swollen clit. You arch your back, burying your fingers in his unruly hair as you come undone.
You think this is it and are about to sit up but Toji only grumbles in displeasure and laps up your juices with his tongue, making sure to revel in your taste. A soft whimper leaves your plump lips as he starts sucking on your aching clit and you can’t help but to pull on his hair. “Toji… s’too much,” You mumble bleary eyed.
“I’ll get’cha next time,” He replies with a smirk, which only widens when you tug on the hem of his boxers shyly. “Use your words, princess.”
You mumble something inaudible causing him to frown at you. He tilts your chin up, caressing your lower lip with his thumb before grabbing your hand and pressing it against his huge bulge.
“Use your words.”
“Please,” your voice sounds breathless but he just clicks his tongue sharply and shakes his head.
“Please what? You’re a big girl. Spit it out,” he quips, slowly guiding your hand into his boxers.
“Please fuck me,” you choke out, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the feeling of his hard cock in your hand.
“Finally.”
With that Toji quickly rips his boxers off, revealing himself in all his glory.
All of the embarrassment suddenly seems to disappear as you’re met with the entirety of his length.
“What. The. Fuck.”
“The fuck you mean?”
“It’s too big. I’m not even trying to stroke your ego but that… thing, is going to split me in half.”
“No it’s not,” he snorts and guides your hand back towards his length, encouraging you to wrap your hands around him again.
You do so with some hesitation but relax slightly as you slowly start moving your hands up and down. A low groan leaves Toji’s lips and you can’t help hut smirk at the sight of his features contorted with pure bliss.
„Fuck princess… You gotta chill or i‘m gonna cum,“ He groans as he pries your hands off of his hard cock.
You feel your face heat up and look up at him as he gently pushes you back onto your bed and gets settled between your legs.
“You ready?” he growls — not really asking. Then he slams in, slow but deep, dragging it out just to feel you take every inch. The stretch burns, your walls clenching around him, helpless to the way he fills you. You let out a broken moan, back arching, fingers digging into the sheets like they could ground you through it.
Instead of moving like you expect him to Toji just stays there, buried deep inside you, letting your pussy pulse around him.
“Fuck,” He mutters, hips flexing. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply and starts moving.
He drags out of you slow, just enough to make you whimper, before slamming back in hard. Deeper. Your mouth falls open, but no sound comes out—just a breathless gasp.
“That the spot?” he murmurs against your neck, his voice thick with heat.
His hips roll again, slow and exact, hitting it perfectly. You nod, dazed, gripping whatever you can reach as your body arches up into him.
You nod, unable to speak and bite your lip to stifle your embarrassingly loud moans.
Toji looks at you in displeasure and leans in closer, softly panting into your ear.
“Cmon princess. Wanna hear those pretty sounds again,” He whispers as he picks up his pace.
You wrap your arms around his strong neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck, moaning as you feel him hit that spot.
“Fuck yeah,” He growls, his head moving downwards to press heated kiss all over your neck.
“Keep on making those pretty sounds for me baby,” He groans against your flushed and slightly sweaty skin.
You were losing your mind. You were getting closer to the edge with each thrust, each rub, and each low growl in your ear.
“Toji… Fuck! M’close..”
“Yeah? Me too- Fuck. Cmon princess… fuck..! Cum f’me.”
You break. Your body shakes beneath him as you clench around him so tightly that he lets out a broken moan. Your scream comes out of your throat, loud, broken, and genuine.
“Ohhh fuck,” he gasps and pulls out just in time to stroke himself twice, thick ropes of cum painting your stomach.
You find yourself lying together, breathless and tangled in the aftermath of everything. Your mind was still a whirlwind, but it was no longer filled with panic or fear. Instead, you were left with a strange sense of clarity.
You and Toji had crossed a line, and now you would have to deal with the consequences. But for now, all that mattered was that you had each other.
You quickly got dressed, the awkwardness now settling between the two of you. You tried to ignore the weight of the situation, but when you both walked down the stairs, you were hit with the reality of what had just happened.
Your mom sat at the kitchen table, her eyes wide and a knowing smile on her face.
“Good evening, you two,” she said with a raised eyebrow, clearly enjoying the discomfort on both of your faces. “I hope you’re both feeling alright.”
You stare at your mom in shock, your mouth wide open as you try to process the embarrassment of the situation. Your mother heard you have sex. Great.
“Toji, you’re welcome to spend the night. I just want you guys to be careful and use protection. Maybe try to keep it down. Your father and I would like to sleep once he gets home,” she says and winks at the both of you.
“Thanks, Mrs. [Y/L/N],” Toji says smoothly, his tone casual. “We’ll keep it down.”
Your mom just smirked, obviously finding this entire situation far too amusing. “Alright then. Just be mindful of the noise,” she added, her voice filled with an almost teasing lilt. “Wouldn’t want to hear anything I’m not supposed to, now, would we?”
Toji’s eyes flickered toward you, and you could see a faint smirk tug at the corners of his lips, but you didn’t want to look. You couldn’t look. You were mortified.
“Well,” your mom said, her tone light. “I’ll let you two get on with it. Good night.”
You and Toji stood there, frozen for a second. Then, with a shared awkward glance, you both slowly made your way to the fridge.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 17 - Sideline Tension
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: We’re getting there! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 16} ; {next}
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࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
The sound of cleats against pavement, the distant echo of whistles, and the low hum of chatter filled the air as you walked toward the football field beside Toji. The late afternoon sun bathed everything in a golden hue, casting long shadows across the ground.
And now, here you were, strolling side by side, the atmosphere somewhere between comfortable and charged with unspoken tension.
Toji, dressed in his fitted football gear—black compression shirt snug against his torso, emphasizing every sculpted muscle, and his practice shorts hanging loose around his powerful thighs—looked ridiculously good. It pissed you off how effortlessly attractive he was.
“You sure you ain’t gon’ get bored out here?” His voice was lazy, teasing.
You scoffed. “I think I’ll manage.”
He glanced at you, smirking. “Doubt it. I don’t exactly see you as the ‘football fan’ type.”
“I’m not. But you invited me, so…” You trailed off, keeping your expression neutral.
Toji clicked his tongue. “Oh, so if I tell you to do somethin’, you just do it?”
You turned your head to glare at him. “No, dumbass. I just figured I’d come see what the hype is about. Since you act like you’re some football god.”
He chuckled, amused. “Tch. You act like I ain’t.”
“Wow. Humble much?”
He grinned, running a hand through his hair. “Why the fuck would I be humble? I’m good as hell at this shit.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.
As you reached the field, you noticed a few people glancing your way—mostly girls. Their eyes flickered between you and Toji, some whispering, others just straight-up staring. You pretended not to notice.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” Toji murmured, low enough that only you could hear.
You shot him a look. “Why would I be shy?”
He smirked. “You tell me.”
Before you could reply, one of his teammates called out to him from the field.
“Aye, Zen’in, quit flirting and get your ass over here!”
Toji clicked his tongue in annoyance but turned to you, walking backward as he smirked. “Sit tight, sweetheart. Try not to fall in love watchin’ me.”
You flipped him off as he jogged away, and he just laughed.
Now alone, you made your way up to the bleachers, settling in with a perfect view of the field.
And goddamn.
Watching Toji play was something else.
The raw athleticism, the power in his movements, the way his muscles flexed and tensed with every sharp pivot and sprint—he made everything look effortless. His control over his body, the precision in his throws, the speed with which he dodged and weaved past defenders, it was undeniable. Even someone like you, who barely gave a shit about football, could see why people hyped him up.
You weren’t the only one staring.
Toji!”
His ex.
She sauntered up to him in her cheer uniform, a full face of makeup despite having no reason to be dressed up at practice. She rested a hand on her hip, tilting her head.
“So, is Coach lettin’ you play again or what?”
Toji barely glanced at her. “Yeah.”
She pouted. “That’s all I get? Not even a hi?”
Toji sighed. “Hi. Bye.”
She huffed, stepping closer. “You been ignoring my texts.”
He shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Toji, c’mon,” she whined, reaching out to touch his arm. “You know I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
He took a step back. “Don’t touch me.”
She narrowed her eyes, and then—
Her gaze landed on you.
Her face twisted. “You brought a girl to your practice?”
Toji exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “I swear to God—”
“You never let me come to your practices,” she cut him off, glaring. “But now you’re bringing some random bitch?”
At that, Toji turned fully toward her, his expression dark. “Man, fuck off.”
Then, without another glance, he walked off toward the locker room.
But his ex?
She was pissed.
And she was coming straight for you.
“You must feel real special, huh?” she sneered, stopping in front of you.
You raised a brow. “Excuse me?”
“You think you’re hot shit ‘cause Toji brought you here?” She crossed her arms. “Let me guess. You let him fuck, and now you think y’all together?”
Your jaw tightened. “First of all—fuck you. Second—what I do with Toji ain’t your business.”
She scoffed. “Oh, please. He’s mine.”
You laughed. “Clearly not.”
Her face reddened. “Listen here, you little sl—”
“Get the fuck outta her face.”
Toji’s voice cut through the tension like a knife.
His ex turned, startled.
Toji stood there, gaze cold, expression unreadable. “What the fuck you doin’?”
She hesitated, then quickly masked it with anger. “Why the fuck did you bring her here?”
“Why the fuck do you care?” he shot back, unimpressed. “Ain’t you got somebody else to bother?”
Her jaw clenched. “You—”
“Nobody gives a fuck.” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away. “Let’s go.”
You let him pull you along, not even looking back.
Once you were both inside his car, the tension snapped.
You exhaled a laugh. “Bro, what the fuck was that?”
Toji leaned back in his seat, rubbing his jaw. “That bitch is insane.”
You grinned. “‘Toji, baby—why’d you bring her—’”
Toji groaned. “Yo, shut the fuck up.”
You laughed harder, and after a beat, he chuckled too.
The rest of the drive was smoother. You talked about the upcoming tournament, football, and the game schedule before arriving at his place.
His house was empty, his parents at work, his brother nowhere to be found.
“Make yourself at home,” Toji muttered, heading for the shower.
Toji’s room wasn’t what you expected.
You thought it’d be messy—chaotic, even—but it wasn’t. It was simple, kind of bare, but still very him. The walls were a muted shade of gray, a few framed football posters hanging up alongside an old, slightly torn banner of his favorite team. His desk had a couple of notebooks scattered on it, some loose pens, and a few protein bar wrappers shoved into the corner. A pair of weights sat abandoned near the door.
His bed was unmade, but not in a disgusting way—just a little disheveled, like he didn’t bother fixing it in the mornings. His pillows were slightly flattened, and his dark gray sheets were bunched up near the foot of the bed.
And then there was your scarf.
Neatly folded under his pillows, like it belonged there.
You stared at it for a long moment, your heart doing something weird in your chest.
The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped you out of your thoughts.
When you turned, you almost choked on your own spit.
Toji stood in the doorway, hair damp and messy, wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging gray sweatpants. His abs—toned, glistening with residual water droplets—were on full display, and for a second, you could only stare.
His lips quirked. “Damn. I ain’t even say nothin’, and you already droolin’?”
Your brain took a second to reboot.
“Shut up,” you muttered, crossing your arms.
Toji chuckled, rubbing the towel over his hair. “Nah, you shut up.”
You rolled your eyes, turning back toward his bed. “So what are we watching?”
A brief argument ensued over Netflix choices, ending with Outer Banks playing on his small TV. You both got comfortable—him lying lazily against the pillows, you sitting with your legs crossed beside him. The occasional banter, the random commentary on the show—it felt normal, in a way you hadn’t expected.
And at some point, Toji knocked out.
You didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep until you felt his weight shift, his arm draping over your waist.
Your breath caught.
He was warm. Heavy. Relaxed.
His face, usually set in a cocky smirk or a lazy glare, looked softer like this. His long lashes rested against his cheekbones, lips slightly parted. He looked peaceful.
You let him sleep, settling deeper into the pillows as the episode continued playing in the background.
And when you eventually dozed off, it was to the feeling of his steady breathing against your skin.
When you woke up, it was still dark outside. The TV was still on, the glow of the screen casting flickering light across the room.
And Toji—Toji was still holding you.
Your heart did that stupid thing again, and you slowly shifted, trying to untangle yourself from him without waking him up.
It didn’t work.
He stirred, blinking groggily, his grip loosening as he groaned. “The fuck…” His voice was raspy with sleep.
You sat up, stretching. “You knocked out on me.”
Toji blinked a few more times, slowly realizing the position you’d been in. His jaw tightened slightly, and he cleared his throat, sitting up as well.
For the first time, he looked shy.
“You didn’t have to let me sleep on you,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.
You smirked. “Didn’t have much of a choice, big guy. You latched onto me like a damn leech.”
He scowled. “Shut the fuck up.”
You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “I should probably head home.”
Toji rubbed the back of his neck, still looking slightly embarrassed. “Yeah. Aight.”
The drive to your house was mostly quiet.
Not awkward—just quiet.
You both seemed lost in thought, the air between you still buzzing with whatever had just happened.
When he pulled up in front of your place, you turned to him with a small smile. “I had fun today.”
Toji snorted, his usual cockiness returning. “Yeah, yeah.”
You rolled your eyes. “Just say you had fun too.”
He smirked. “Aight. I had fun.”
You scoffed. “That was the most insincere shit I’ve ever heard.”
His grin widened. “Take it or leave it.”
You rolled your eyes again, reaching for the door handle. “Whatever. Good night, Toji.”
“Night.”
You stepped out of the car, giving him a small, shy wave before heading inside.
And Toji…
Toji watched you go, his fingers subconsciously tightening around the steering wheel.
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 14 - Mufasa and Mixed Signals
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
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{chapter 13} ; {next}
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Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 12 - Ghosted and Guilty
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
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{chapter 11} ; {next}
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Ik it doesn’t make sense at all but in my head James Potter is amazing at every sport, like he just loves all sports and always has motivation, and talent, for them.
Maybe he got the muddy, hands in dirt, playing in the rain, speed, stamina, side from Monty and the adrenaline, need to be great, power, skill, side from Effie.
Or maybe it’s just greatness he always had, but in my head under whatever circumstances he is just good at sports
okay I need to settle this debate with my friend so I put it on here
idk abt this one man
WE DID IT! WE FUCKING DID IT!
THE CINCINNATI BENGALS ARE GOING TO THE DAMN SUPERBOWL.
YOU BET YOUR ASS I'M GOING TO BE WATCHING THAT GAME WITH A VAT OF BUFFALO CHICKEN DIP AND A BAG OF VEGGIE STRAWS.
JULES DOESNT EVEN REMEMBER WHY 💔
Bro someone needs to study the soccer to F1 girl pipeline. It’s crazy how so many girls (including me) loved soccer as a kid and then transitioned into the car racing space.
STOP BC THIS IS SO TRUE. personally, i was always a football girl growing up but i think what made me more into f1 is that f1 was always in the picture for me growing up! i went to my first grand prix when i was 2 or 3 i don’t remb but it was silverstone and i think that also influenced me 😭. but also since 2016/17, i’ve been atleast attempting to balance both sports but i deffo started liking f1 more than i used to in the last 3 years!
i’d like to thank allah, lewandowski, raphinha and lamine yamal for my happiness and for the fact that im alive! i’d also like to thank pedri and gavi for being an honourable mention to my will to live. they are amazing and thank you for making this first half bearable and thank you mbappe for injuring your foot and uhm yeah visca barca
guys i’m having heart palpitations wtf gavi goal w balde assist?? it’s like i predicted it by making a balde fic after my gavi one 😈😈
stay delusional girls 🤍
JOAO FELIX TO BARCA??? guys trust im manifesting it
anything with joao felix pleaseeeee 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
girl dad joao felix headcannons ꨄ
my first fic so ntm on how bad it is rn - also wouldn’t he be such a good girl dad??
❦ - starting off w what i alr said; he’s definitely a girl dad and would want her to be alexia putellas or sum
❦ - to be fair that would probably lead into her being a daddy’s girl and she would want to always be by his side
❦ - once she gets hair TRUST hes going to stock up on bows and style her hair all the time
❦ - whenever he goes to the stores with you, he’ll always think of her and buy her clothes & toys etc..
also, he’d also get her stuff from when he’s away for games
❦ - he is DEDICATED to tea parties; for example he has tiaras and everything and even if you post it on social media, instead of being embarrassed, he’d embrace it to his teammates
❦ - joao would always have the newest chelsea kit for her and as soon as she can walk you’re gonna find her wobbling w the ball and he’d be the most supportive person on earth
❦ - this man wouldn’t be able to braid hair no matter how hard he tried, if his princess asked him to do his hair like elsa trust he’d crash out. best this man would be able to do is a ponytail
❦ - occasionally, you’d post videos of her cheering whenever her dad scores a goal for him to see after the match is over
❦ - she is his biggest flex; in the changing rooms he’ll always be talking about her
random player : ‘did you see my insta story, my son can finally count to 10!!’
joao : ‘that’s nice but my daughter can name all the colours in english AND portuguese
❦ - your daughter would often ask to play football in the garden with her dad and she takes after him aggressively screaming ‘GOLAZOOOO’ after a goal
joao felix getting w neymars ex is the weirdest link up ever?? bro i’d never expect joao to b w sm1 that neymar got with in 2014.. as long as he’s happy!! gabriella lenzi, you better not be the new magui
OH MY GOD
what is blue lock even about snymore i swear it’s js a bunch of gay teenagers atp
This is a fanart / animated bg I made as a gift to my brother! He loves captain tsubasa so I wanted to make something cool for him ^^
This one goes out to all you robofuckers
Cristiano Ronaldo
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In celebration of the Super Bowl on Sunday! I was always intrigued by Darkrai's broad-ass shoulders and decided to edit it to the Chiefs uniform. I thought about editing this but didn't know what uniform to edit it too, so I asked my dad what team he was rooting for and he asked google who was playing and five minutes later he said "hmmm... i guess the chiefs" so I gave him chiefs uniform if the opposing wins, I'll edit shiny darkrai to wear that uniform.
btw i heard somewhere that football players crush water-bottles and put them on their solders and thats why they appear big and broad.
I painting the gift for my Great Grandmother’s Birthday. 🥳🎊🎉🎁🎈🛍🎂🧁🍰🥳
Kaneshiro, please make Sae come back soon, we all miss him😭 (+give us his backstory in Spain🙏🏼🙏🏼)
Having republican texan family members who are cowboy fans is so funny because like yea they don't like that im 'radical' and lesbian but the worst thing ive ever done to them (according to them) is root for the eagles.
why is football still even legal.
I WANNA SQUASH THAT FOOTBALL