#toji hcs

who would've thought NERD!TOJI and HOCKEY PLAYER!TOJI are the same person?!

nerd!toji who gets paired with you for the semester project in advanced programming. “fushiguro and you, work together.” he’s the big guy in the back row, always in that faded black hoodie, glasses sliding down. he doesn’t talk much. when you sit next to him he nods and mumbles “let’s get this done.”

you’re shy about it at first. he’s quiet but his notes are scary good. he even fixes your messy code in two seconds, he also leaves sticky notes on your part that say shit like “this loop is trash, rewrite it” or “add comments or i’ll do it for you.” you bring him black coffee one day as thanks. he takes it, mutters “didn’t have to,” but his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile.

he starts showing up early to your study sessions in the library corner. same table every time. knee bumps yours under the table and he doesn’t move it. you catch him glancing when you bite your lip over an error. one night you’re stuck bad and about to lose it.

he scoots closer, “breathe. you missed a bracket here, see?”

his shoulder brushes yours and his ears go a little red as you thank him.

your roommate drags you to a hockey home game one time. “come on, hot guys and free popcorn.” you’re in the stands, half zoned out, until they call fushiguro. a big guy on skates flies out, graceful and mean. he scores twice and when he rips the helmet off mid game, shakes out that messy black hair, your stomach drops.

it’s him. your project partner. the quiet nerd you know.

hockey player!toji is a whole different animal on the rink. he wears the jersey number 7, massive pecs, moves way too smooth for someone his size. he’s the enforcer. he throws clean checks that rattle the boards and leave the other team shaking. it’s obvious he loves the physical stuff, dropping gloves when someone gets too dirty with his teammates, scar on his lip splitting into a cocky grin while blood’s still on his knuckles. he scores when he wants to, but mostly he’s out there protecting, slamming bodies, it’s no doubt he owns the ice. crowd goes wild every time he throws a big hit. same broad shoulders and black hair, but no glasses.

he spots you in the crowd. eyes lock for a second then that usual small smile turns into a full cocky grin, the kind he never shows in the library. after the game he finds you outside, still in pads, breathing fog in the cold.

“didn’t know you came to these,” he says.

“didn’t know you were…. that.”

he chuckles, rubs the back of his neck. “well it’s a hobby and i like the hitting part.”

you laugh nervous and he steps closer, still towering even without the skates. he asks if you’re hitting the library tomorrow for the project.

“see you, partner.”

after that things feel different. you still work on the code but he sits closer, texts you at night “code done yet?” even when he knows you’re both stuck. one evening the library kicks everyone out early, “my dorm’s right here, quieter.”

his room is small. hockey stuff in the corner, bed kinda made. you sit at his desk while he drops on the bed, legs spread. you get some work done before you hit another wall. he leans in from behind, chest against your shoulder.

“c’mere, lemme look.”

you end up between his knees. he fixes it easy but he doesn’t move back. his hand rests on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow.

“been thinking about you not just for this project.”

you nod, “me too.”

he kisses you first, scar on his lip rough against yours. then he pulls you onto his lap gentle, big hands on your waist. it builds easy from there. clothes off piece by piece. he lays you on his bed, hovers over you, glasses still on and fogging a bit. fingers between your legs, learning what makes you gasp, watching your face the whole time.

when he pushes in it’s deep and slow, one hand gripping your hip. groaning low in your ear about how good you feel.

after, he pulls you against his chest, arm heavy around you. mutters “stay” into your hair while his thumb stroke your side.

nerd!toji and hockey player!toji. same tall, scarred, green-eyed guy.

who would’ve thought the project partner who slams bodies for fun would end up like this.

when your daughter was born, tojis whole world flipped.

and god, he could never put the little thing down.

not when shed squirm, not when she would grab his shirt with sticky fingers, not when her head would get heavy on his shoulder and she would start dozing off in that slow, way babies always do.

she fits there like she was made for him, always tucked against his chest, one big, scarred hand spread wide over her tiny back like muscle memory.

you always catch him rocking side to side without even realizing it, murmuring nonsense under his breath

he lets her grab his hair, his nose, his jaw, the scar on his lip, and just doesnt complain. he just lets her, because the sound of her tiny giggle is worth everything.

even when you tut at her for grabbing his hair too hard, he tells you that its fine because "shes just learnin' her dads face."

a/n: this was a request i unfortunately lost the draft to after I accidentally pressed post instead of save (totally my fault)! if you requested this then please know you're welcome back any time :) I rarely write/get asked to write angst and this was so much fun.

to say that today was one of the worst days you've had all year was an understatement.

you try not to mull over the details on the bus ride home, watching the rain pelt against the windows as you try to will down the tears that gather at your waterline. your favorite playlist does little to clam you, the lyrics going in through one ear and out the other as you all but stumble out onto this sidewalk and up the steps of your apartment building.

you'd gotten into a fender bender right after work. the mechanic said it was an easy fix. minimal enough to not total your car, but serious enough to have your trunk of your shitty car crumple like paper upon impact, hanging off its hinges like a loose tooth.

the service cost you just about an arm and a leg. your christmas bonus will be missed, gone before it even had time to settle in your bank account.

it'd be in the shop for at least the rest of the week, he said. your nails form crescents in the meat of your palm as you think about how early you'll have to wake up tomorrow to catch the bus, wiping away another onslaught of tears as you push your front door open and throw your purse onto the ground.

toji is as understanding as ever when you tell him, pulling you into his lap on the couch and hand feeding you popcorn while some nineteen-ninety-something sitcom rattles off on his too-old TV. he squeezes your thigh reassuringly after every sniffle, rubbing soft circles into your skin like you'll break if he stops.

your mind can't help but wander at the feeling of his skin on your. you shyly admit that you need a distraction when the show cuts to commercial, guiding toji's hands under your shirt to rest on your waist, his thumbs resting sweetly under your breasts.

toji gathers you into his arms immediately, and the reassurance feels so nice that you're sure this is what you've been needing. his touch is so warm, so gentle. soft enough to make you whine and writhe as he carries you to the bedroom like you weigh nothing, laying you down on the mattress ever so gently.

except, this doesn't feel right either.

"fuck, feelin' better, pretty girl? want it harder?" he asks you, groaning as he ruts into you slowly, palms kneading your ass like dough.

you're comfortably caged on either side by forearms corded with veiny muscle. you feel good physically, better than you have all day in fact. but you're just so tired. so overwhelmed from the events of today that you can't help but cringe as your eyes begin to sting. soon tears pool right where your face is pressed into the pillows, and before you can give it any more thought, your safe word tumbles out.

toji flinches like he's been burned, hands hovering over where his hands once dug into your skin.

"shit, of course baby." he reassures you, understanding as ever as he pulls out slowly and rolls you onto your back. "are you hurt? ...did i hurt you?" the thought alone has his stomach in knots.

"no, sorry... just tired." you mumble, embarrassment bubbling to the surface as you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. you don't even know why you're apologizing.

"no shame in that." he says, guiding you to sit up ever so slowly. toji reaches an arm out tentatively, waiting for your nod of approval before wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"y'know its okay to-"

"m' thirsty." you admit, not meaning to cut him off. you almost cringe at how demanding you sound, but toji doesn't mind at all, evident by how softly he cradles your cheek in his palm. you try to meet his gaze but stop at his collarbones, too afraid of how disappointed he might look.

except, toji raises your gaze for you, and the kindness in his expression is enough to undo the anxiety ball pulsing in your stomach. strong fingers pressed under your chin so your eyes meet his, the scar on his lip twisting into a familiar smile.

"gonna take care of you, okay?"

he works quickly, eyes never leaving you as he drapes a blanket over you and presses a firm kiss to your temple and ducking out for only a moment. he finds you curled up like a cat upon re-entering the bedroom, guiding you to sit up and bringing a bottle of water to your lips.

you take deep breathes in between sips, letting him wipe away the rivets that leak from the sides of your lips.

"got more on your mind?" he asks cautiously, offering you another sip. you let him finish it instead, watching him down the bottle in two swift gulps and discard it somewhere on the nightstand.

"I don't really know, just don't wanna take the bus to work tomorrow." you admit shyly, suddenly all too aware of just how naked the two of you are. the blanket does little to hide your form,

"lemme me drive you then. s' not a problem" he offers, scorching back against the headboard and motioning for you to crawl into his lap. you settle with a sigh, chin resting on his sternum as you mull it over. you're embarrassed to admit that you didn't think it could be that simple.

"as long as its okay with you." you mumble.

"wouldn't have offered if it wasn't." he teases, rubbing up and down the soft curve of your spine with both hands. toji slowly deposits you back onto the mattress, stepping off the bed and turning to you with a look that makes you feel so safe you might just start crying again.

toji reaches his hand out like your savior personified and you swear you hear the angels sing.

"y'wanna take a bath together?" he whispers, "'ill even wash your hair real good for you." there's no lust in his words, only pure, unfiltered, adoration.

“toji they’re fogging up,” you whine out, gripping onto his biceps for support. you can barely get a word in with the way he’s fucking you. each syllable seems to be entangled with a lewd moan.

“don’t care.” he says through grit teeth, thinking about how warm and heavenly your pussy is. how your nerdy cunt loooves his fat cock. you look too good right now; tongue rolling out, face flustered, all those thoughts in your brain are replaced with the thought of getting fucked. best of all, those cute glasses you always sport are heating up and getting blurry. it makes him drill himself deeper and deeper into you. “keep them on.”

throat babies, i’m tryna give ‘em to you!

mdni 18+ bf!toji getting sucked to submission by possessive!reader in a dressing room

“well, yer fuckin’ sha—shameless… ” toji grits, head falling back against the dressing room mirror, attempting to shut down a very, obvious groan. his knees, which twitch with every deep gulp of your throat, are held down by your hands— nails digging into the bone so you’re able to take him deeper. your mouth is sloppy, saliva trickling down your chin, eyes wide and eager as you gaze at toji from below.

“ohhh god— fuck,” toji exhales sharply, his hands moving from the metal hangers on the wall to your scalp, shoving you further down his cock, pupils dilating when you swallow him down. you look absolutely, indubitably, messily his like this. the head of his dick hits your uvula, coaxing a choked gasp from your lips, but you’re still not stopping. your efforts redouble, even with the glassy sheen of tears coating your eyes.

your motivation isn’t random. after the retail employee flirted with him and he even dared to respond, you’ve wanted to stake a petty claim on toji. his hips jerk back, his fingers stroking across your temples gently to smooth away the frizz and sweat on your hair, his neck craning downcast to examine your expression despite how his vision is swimming right now. you’re jealous— toji knows that look, and hell if he doesn’t at least enjoy it.

“you’re so mad—“ he remarks, a strained grin plastered on his face. toji thinks he could win this game. with an abrupt thrust of his hips forward, he slams you back down, using his grip on your head as leverage to meet his movement. “why’re you mad at me, baby?” toji pushes further, clutching on either side of your head, smooshing your mouth to his pelvis. a strangled gasp leaves your throat, brow furrowing as you withdraw for more air.

Dom!reader x sub!toji

Warning: gn part - bsdm themes, brat taming, rough play, AMAB part - anal play/sex, oral

Nini!rant: aw ty~ it took a while but welp- I’ll do a gn part and one for amab reader I think

you never would have guessed that gladiator!toji fushiguro was obsessed with you, until he brandished his blood-covered spear in your direction and dedicated his first-ever victory, not to his emperor, not to your father, but you; the pure and innocent emperor’s daughter.

he has the whole crowd screaming for him, but only you can satisfy his hunger for magnificence. what’s the point if you’re not watching him slaughter pathetic gladiators in the name of your emperor? if you’re not here to witness gladiator!toji rise, drenched in sweat, blood and glory, what is he even fighting for?

gladiator!toji has your name boldly engraved on the handle of his gladius as a reminder. none shall break nor bend the blade that bears your name, but him. he’s not letting any other man carry his sword, nor shall he let any other man live long enough to have a chance. from his cell, he has figured out ways to keep men away and asks his handler for a minute of your time after each victory.

when he wears a helmet, it’s to tease you. he knows you’ll anxiously be watching the scene, searching for him through the messy rumble of muscular and sweaty men tearing each other to shreds. you distinctly recognize gladiator!toji by his physical prowess and herculean body towering over the other combatants. he’s sturdy and magnificently sculpted. the sun reflects on the sweat dripping off his scarred arms while he offers the greatest of performance to the crowd and to you.

gladiator!toji is aware of your mesmerized gaze upon his broad shoulders and back muscles whenever he twirls his sword. his confident and annoying grin follows him everywhere— even more when he has the opportunity to thank you for giving him the strength to fight.

his popularity grows larger with each spectacle as he triumphs over his enemies. men and women are at his feet, but when he exits the arena, it’s your attention gladiator!toji is so desperately searching for which you often grant by visiting him after the fights. he’s still trapped behind bars, but finds ways to stroke your arm with his rough finger or trap you deeper into his enchantment. unfortunately, you had fallen for the criminal as soon as he had opened his prideful mouth to your emperor.

when the public pleads gladiator!toji for mercy, he can only turn to you, awaiting approval with his blade against the poor gladiator’s neck. it’s only when you point your thumb down that he takes the final blow with a nasty and satisfied chuckle.

if only you knew how desperate he was to finally be free and have you all to himself. gladiator!toji wasn’t just a gladiator, he was the emperor’s daughter’s gladiator and he was so dependent on your approval that he would’ve done anything to get you to love him. even defying an emperor.