hihi !! i’d love to request for togame, can I have a writing where he and reader are laying after a tiring day at his house, looking at a movie or something and they see a kiss scene. bcs their relationship is quite new, they haven’t kissed just yet so reader thinks she’s ready to try ! i’d love to see this soft prompt with him, if you do decide to write it i’ll be over the moon!! thank you so much!! ✨
Blame the Kiss Scene | Wind Breaker
Pairing: Togame Jo x Fem! Reader
Content: fluff, slightly suggestive, soft Togame
Word count: 883
Note: Sorry for the wait! I've been busy with some stuff, but here it is! I'm such a sucker for soft Togame. This man is a fake red flag fr fr.
The soft murmur of the TV fills the silent, casting a pale light across the room. The movie plays, but mostly forgotten, the scene flickers across Togames living room walls like a timid shadow. Outside, the streets are quiet for once, even the chaos seems to leave you alone this evening.
The both of you sit close together—shoulders brushing, legs stretch beneath the knitted blanket, sharing a bowl of popcorn you've both ignored for the past twenty minutes, Togame’s finished half a bottle of ramune, the marble glass now sweating silently on the table. The quiet between you isn't awkward. It's comfortable and safe.
You can still smell the faint citrus sweetness of the ramune clinging onto the air. It's calming, but your heart isn't.
On screen, the music dims and the couple in the film leans in. Their conversation drops into a hushed tone, fingers brushing cheeks and waist, lips parting.
Then they're kissing.
It starts slow and gentle, but soon they're full-on making out, grabbing each other, falling into the couch with the kind that makes your cheeks heat up. You feel your breath catch in your throat.
Togame doesn't look away. Neither do you.
You feel the shift the second it happens—when the air between you becomes thicker, more heavier. His strong thighs brush against yours, everything feels more sensitive, you feel more sensitive.
You're too aware of how close you are. Of the fact that your knees have touched three times in the past minutes, and each time, neither pulled back.
Your heart is pounding, overthinking about what to do. About what he wants to do.
He still hasn't said anything. But you glance at him, just a flicker of your eyes—he is already watching you. His eyes searching yours, cheeks and ear tinted with a soft pink.
You freeze under his gaze. It's not intense—it’s an unsure and quiet one and behind that there's something simmering. Something that the both of you've been holding back.
Your mouth opens before you can stop yourself. “Kind of intense, huh?” you mumbled, half-joking to ease the tension.
Togame huffs softly. “Yeah,” he says, voice low and deep.
You shift slightly, your heart pounding in your ears. “Do you… ever think about that?”
He blinks. “What?”
You look down, eyes flicking to his lips just a second too long. ”Kissing. Us. I mean–” you hesitate. “We haven't…yet”
His lips part, but no words or sound came out. Instead, his hand moves beneath the blanket, finding yours with a slow warm touch. His fingers wrapped around yours, thumb brushing your knuckles. When he speaks, his voice is softer than you've ever heard.
“I think about it more than I should,” he admits.
You look at him fully now, the honesty in his expression makes your breath catch. There's a tremble in your chest, and before you know it, your voice comes out, barely a whisper.
“Me too”
There's a beat. Then he shifts—just slightly and pulls you by the hand.
Your breath hitches as he gently guides you up, and you move without question. Carefully, he tugs you on his lap, your knees on either side of his sturdy thighs. You straddle him slowly, unsure. Your hands steadying on his shoulders, but your eyes search his, reading him like a delicate book.
He looks at you like you're the only thing he sees.
“You sure?” he murmurs, voice husky.
You nod. “Yeah, I want to”
That's all he needs.
Togame leans in slowly. His hand rests against your cheek, thumb brushing just below your eyes. When your lips meet, it's hesitant. Gentle. The kind of kiss that barely touches but it makes your whole chest ache.
And then it deepens.
His lips part slightly, and you melt into him, heart fluttering like you've waited forever for this. The kiss grows hotter, more real, and you taste the unmistakable sweetness of ramune on his tongue—cool, sugary, and soft, like the air after rain on a summer evening.
The kiss makes your head spin.
He holds you steady on his lap, arms now holding your waist and bottom. You can feel how warm his hands are through your shirt, trembling slightly, like he's trying not to let the moment go away. You kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him.
When you finally pull back, your foreheads touch, breath mingling, lips swollen from the softness of it all. He opens his eyes slowly, half-lidded and dazed.
“You taste like ramune,” you murmur, dazed.
He smirks, letting out a huff and pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
“That bad?”
“No,” you replied. “i've wanted to do that for a while”
He hums softly. “Me too,” he says. Then, quieter. “Didn't wanna rush you”.
Your heart squeezes. That's Togame, always holding back, always protecting even when he's the one who wants something badly.
You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there for a heartbeat. “You don't have to hold back with me”
He closes his eyes, like the word hit deeper than they should. Then his hands tighten at your waist—not to pull you in, but to keep you there.
Like he finally believes you won't slip away.
Safe to say that you won't be walking right after this.
i hate how theres not much interaction between choso and noritoshi like hellooo theyre from the same fucking family wheres the convo????? i think gege forgot that choso, noritoshi, and yuuji and are technically related. I dont think gege is a bad writer i just think that hes tired and wants to end jjk right then and there but you cant just end a story willy nilly like that.
one of the things that i like about geges writing is when yuuji traps sukuna in his domain expansion and gives sukuna a tour of the city that he resides in. Yuuji is doing this because sukuna doesnt care about humans last words, sukuna has never been cursed unlike yuuji and other characters that have either died or suffer in an extreme way, for yuuji their last words are important (i.e junpei, nanami, nobara, etc) yuuji is doing this in hopes that sukuna have empathy. I truly cannot describe this scene because its a scene where you need to read it yourself, i cant give this scene justice at all.
Gege is good at writing scenes with empathy and human kindness. Hes good at writing characters that are humanoid monsters trying to feel human emotion and humans who have no empathy at all. And i hate how (in my opinion) his writing is realistic, especially with naoya.
why majority of us hate naoya more than sukuna is because naoya are like SOME men in real life. Dare i say he is a good hated character, someone that represent misogyny and patriarcy of Japanese society, he is our reality. Meanwhile sukuna is not realistic which is kinda obvious, we dont see or exprience someone that has the exact crimes and personality in real life, someone like him is EXTREMLY RARE.
jjk is fictional but we cant help ourself with pointing the similarities between fiction and real life, because it mirrors each other. But then again SOME jjk fans will tell you its the other way around even though they read jjk through TikTok summaries. I said that i drop jjk because it fell off for me but i finished it in december and I appreciate a bit more of geges writing. I dont hate his writing, im just disappointed.
Hear me out, imagine being childhood sweethearts with togame then moving away and meeting again after like a few years or so. I know it's cliche but I'm a sucker for these types of tropes. Also it's my first time requesting so I'm not really sure if I'm doing this right
Welcome home | Wind Breaker
Pairing: Togame Jo x gn! Reader
Content: fluff, reader coming back after a long time, mention of violence, light angst, this is right after the Bofurin vs Shishitoren fight.
Word count: 906
Note: you asked and you shall receive! I've been binge watching wbk and I legitimately want a bf like Togame.
You've been gone for a long time now or at least, feels that way. The days blur together quieter without you around. And even though he never says it out loud, Togame always wonders when you'll return. He misses you more than he's willing to admit.
There's something different about him, something heavier. He wonders how you'll react when you find out he's been more violent, quick to anger, slower to hold back. Your absence, combined with the way Choji has changed, has carved out something hollow that he doesn't know how to fill.
Just yesterday, he snapped. Beating up Saruwatari over a disappointing performance and ripping the Shishitoren jacket off his back like it meant nothing. That rage, the need to control—to lash out, it wasn't like him at all. But today, the tables turn.
Now, here he is, getting knocked around by a newcomer from Bofurin. Othello-kun, that's what he called him, the black and white haired boy. He wasn't fighting out of pride or anger. He was beating sense into him, trying to change Togame.
And, somehow…it worked.
He regretted it all—regretted following Choji down a path soaked in violence and pride. But more than that, he regretted being the one that led Choji into the rabbit hole in the first place, a hole they both nearly couldn't climb out of.
Now, he wants to change. Not just for himself, but for Choji… and for you.
The dinner that night was strange, almost surreal. Bofurin and Shishitoren, once enemies, now sat in a loose circle, bruised and bandaged, laughing the pain away like it meant nothing. The air was thick with unspoken tension and half-meant smiles.
He kept quiet most of the night, letting Umemiya talk the night away. He kept stealing glances at the people around him—the once who fought him, forgave him, or still didn't trust him. And in the quiet moments between laughter, he found himself wondering.
If you have been there…would you have forgiven him too?
The night came to an end. One by one, everyone filtered out, offering short goodbyes and half-hearted waves as they disappeared into the quiet streets. The laughter faded, lights dimmed, and soon, Togame was alone again.
He walked with his hand in his pocket, the chill of the evening brushing against his skin. The only sound that followed him were the clanks of his wooden sandals echoing against the concrete and the thoughts he couldn't outrun.
He turned a corner, eyes cast low, lost in thought—when suddenly, he collided with someone.
The impact jolted him, making him stumble backward. He nearly lost his footing, one sandal scraping awkwardly against the pavement as he struggled to regain his balance.
“Ah—sorry!” you blurted out instinctively, reaching out to steady him.
But the moment you grabbed his arm, your breath caught.
Togame.
His name hung unspoken between you as he looked at your face, just as startled. His eyes widen, recognition flashing through them like lightning.
“...Togame?” you whispered, disbelief and something softer—something aching .
He didn't say anything right away. Just stared, frozen in place. After all this year, you looked the same, just older. No longer the squeaky kid that he once knew that clung to him like a lifeline.
Before you could say another word, Togame stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you.
It wasn't graceful—his movements were hesitant, almost unsure. But the hug was real and desperate. His arms clung to you like he was afraid that you'd vanish if he let go. You felt his breath shudder against your shoulder, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
You stood there, stunned. Then, slowly, you returned his embrace.
That's when you noticed it.
The wince he tried to hide. The way his body tense under your touch. Your hand gently brushed over his back and felt it —swollen muscle, a fresh bruise. Another near his rib. Scrapes along his arms. His jacket barely concealing an aftermath of a fight.
“Togame…” you whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him. “You're hurt”
He gave a faint crooked smile. “Yeah. Got knocked around a bit,” he muttered, trying to sound nonchalant.
you looked at him, really looked at him. The bruise, the weariness in his eyes, the way he held onto you like he was scared this moment would slip away.
Without a word, you took his hand.
“Come on,” you say, smiling softly at him, tugging him with you.
He didn't resist. Just followed quietly, as you led him through the streets, your fingers wrapped around him like it was the most fragile thing in the world.
everything about this moment felt right.
Despite the bruises, the aching in his body, and the weight of everything that came before, Togame felt something he hadn’t in a long time—peace. As if, somehow, the pieces had finally fallen back into place, exactly where they were meant to be.
He looked at you, eyes soft, a faint pink brushing across his cheeks. Slowly, his rough, calloused fingers traced the back of your hand, the touch tender, almost reverent. Like he was making sure this was real. That you were real.
It felt oh so right.
“Welcome back,” he said, voice low and steady, carrying the quiet warmth you always remembered. The one that used to make you feel safe.
And in that moment, it was as if time had folded in on itself—bringing you both home.
Hi hi! I'm on a togame brainrot rn 'cuz I'm obsessed with him, could y'all make a request about togame? any kind btw! I'm on a writers block rn and it's torture
mid-makeout session and togame jo asked you if you hated that he cut his hair.
a few days ago, he had just came home one afternoon with the back of his hair gone. without consulting you because he had done it on a whim (not that he needed to anyway).
your hands started to worm their way to the nape of his neck ever since he had his haircut. either to lightly scratch the freshly trimmed stubble or to simply trace your fingers softly that its almost ticklish. it didn't matter where you were, it didn't matter what you were doing. if he was comfortable and close to you, your hand was on his neck.
when togame thought about it, all of it seemed to lead that you didn't like it. and with that in mind, he was still debating to himself whether he regretted the decision or not.
"do you hate that i cut my hair?" you blinked in surprise before smiling softly.
"i don't." you let out a short exhale through your nose, caressing his nape yet again.
"you do." his brows furrow the slightest bit as he slumps back deeper on the couch, hands move from your hips to your thighs with you straddling his lap. "it's like you're mourning," he added.
"ok, that's a bit much." a chuckle leaves your lips as you lean forward to land kisses along his cheek and jaw.
"then what is it?" he huffs, tilting his head as if to encourage what you're doing.
your mouth moves down to his neck before you stop and rest your head on his shoulder. you let out another sigh before whispering, "i'm just gonna really miss tugging your hair."
his mouth gapes open a bit before emitting an amused chuckle. he rolls his eyes and holds your chin up to kiss you, smiling against your lips. "it's not like all my hair is gone." his free hand takes your wrist and guides the hand already on his neck further up. to the back of his head untouched by his barber's electric razor. "you'll get used to it."
I was thinking about what Vere said about Leander's Bloodhounds being the same as the Senobium with just different uniforms. Which got me thinking about what that means for Mc.
Mc is as Vere says, like him not quite a monster not quite a human, Mc holds power even if they don't know/like it. Which is why the Senobium would kill them if given the chance, they rival Vere. Even in Vere's threat at the end of his demo route, he threatens MC with his ruthless rather then his power.
So imagine Leander stumbling upon this "weapon" that could give him both the same power as the Senobium as well as a chance at taking the Senobium down. Something he and his gang definitely want if the demo is anything to go by. But If he falls in love with Mc instead of just manipulating them I can see this definitely put him in a tricky position. He would need to decide how far to go, to chain Mc up for power (something he could do as a mage, or some other magical suppressive) or betray his gang and himself in the name of humanity/love.
I also noticed Leander, despite what he says later about Mc repaying him by telling him about their curse, was always going to do something free for Mc even before he knew what the problem was. And sure you could chalk it up to the kindness of his heart or him having a special interest in Mc (and I'm sure that's what it was at first.) But giving Mc a room for free is for an undetermined amount of time is different than a simple merc job. Also It was only after he learned of Mc's curse did he offer the room despite him knowing they were a newcomers before this interaction.
So my money is on that after he learned of Mc's curse did he decide to keep them close. For what gain? I think y'all can put two and two together. He always had something to gain from MC, his kindness always calculated, Mc's value just changed.
I need frat Eren, nerd Armin, plug Connie, art student Jean, best friend Mikasa, roommate Hitch, Jock Reiner, and guitarist Porco to make a comeback rn
I've been playing the demo of touchstarved and the writing is extremely good, like I think this is my favorite story based game this year and the fact that it's still not complete is killing me. I need to see the love interest be insane for the player. I'll be thinking about Leander every single night now before I go to sleep 💤
Warning: The warnings vary depending on the demon, but nothing too severe.
A/N: This is the dark side, so proceed with caution. If you guys like this HC, I can write one slightly darker and more situational.
Series: [Part 2]
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Lucifer
Due to his pride, he may be emotionally distant and will not admit to mistakes easily. This could lead to a lack of a deep emotional connection.
He can be dominating and demanding, and at times, he may come off as if he is dictating the relationship. Lucifer likes and wants things to go his way, so compromising is difficult for him.
The Avatar of Pride is known for perfection, so his expectations are high for himself and for you. This could lead to a lot of mental pressure for you if you don't strive for perfection or are not meticulous.
Lucifer likes to maintain his appearance, dress well, and keep himself well-groomed. He expects the same from his partner, so if you like dressing down or prefer comfortable clothes, it may become an issue.
Due to his intimidating nature, it may be difficult to open up to him. Moreover, he tries to be understanding, but he isn't openly empathetic. So, he may come off as emotionally unavailable. At times, he might also come off as insensitive when you are being emotional, and Lucifer tells you to be mature and learn how to handle your emotions. He means well, but his way of saying it will be too straightforward.
Whether you like it or not, you will end up being roped into helping take care of his brothers. Due to Lucifer's busy schedule, you will most likely end up taking care of everyone by yourself most of the time.
Lucifer is busy, so he won't have much time to spend with you. Sometimes, even if you are married to him, you might feel lonely.
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