You show your boyfriend, Toji, what a birthday truly feels like.
This one’s gonna be a long one so yk.. not proofread either I might just tweak out
Toji never celebrated his birthday. He figured if his parents never bothered, why should he? The thought lingered like a quiet ache, one he’d long since learned to forget. Plus, to him, birthdays were just a reminder that he was getting older—one year closer to death. To make matters worse, his birthday fell in winter—a season that carried the weight of horrible memories.
The biting cold always took him back to a time when he was nothing more than an outcast within his own family, shunned and treated like a burden. He could still feel the sting of their cruel words, the bruises from hands that should have protected him, and the hollow ache of being ignored as if he didn’t exist. Winter wasn’t just a season; it was a reminder of the nights he spent in the freezing dark, desperate for warmth—physical or emotional—that never came. Leaving his cursed life behind had freed him in some ways, but it had also left him utterly alone, with no one to care whether he lived or died.
However, that all melted away the moment he met you. You were the light in his life that guided him out the shadows of his past. For the first time, the cold that seemed to have a strong hold on his heart began to thaw, replaced by the warmth of your presence and the care you so freely gave. You made him feel like he finally had a place to call home—a feeling he had long convinced himself he didn’t deserve. You gave him the time to heal and the love he never realized he was missing. He dreams of making you feel as loved and cherished as you’ve made him feel, determined to be the one who protects your heart and gives you everything he never had. You gave him hope, and now all he wants is to make you feel like you’re the center of his world.
On December 31st, you find out it’s his birthday. The revelation catches you off guard, knowing how little he’s mentioned it to you. It saddens you, realizing he’s spent so many years without anyone to celebrate him. But now, you’re determined to make this one different, to show him he’s worth celebrating.
You head up to your shared bedroom and find Toji fast asleep and snug under the blankets. A soft smile spreads across your face as you take in how peaceful he looks, his usual sharp edges softened in slumber.
“Jiji…” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, your breath warm against his skin. Slowly, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open, the warmth of your kiss pulling him from the depths of sleep. For a moment, he just lay there, his gaze soft and unfocused, a small contented smile curling on his lips as he recognized your presence.
“Mornin’, ma,” He murmured, his voice low and raspy, the sound stirring something deep inside you. His hand slid to your waist, his touch warm and steady as he traced slow, soothing circles on your soft skin. “Five more minutes,” He added, pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you, his lips brushing softly against yours in a fleeting, tender kiss, as if to anchor himself in your presence.
“Not today, sweetheart,” You giggled, sitting up despite Toji’s annoyed groan as he tried to pull you back down. “Did you forget? It’s your birthday today!” He blinked at you, his brows knitting together, staring as if you’d suddenly grown three eyes.
Realizing it was his day today, he seemed indifferent, his expression barely shifting. Deep down, he was surprised you even remembered. Toji had never considered his birthday worth celebrating, but the way you looked at him, full of excitement and warmth, made something.. unfamiliar.. stir in his chest. He didn’t know how to feel about it—part of him wanted to brush it off, but another part, buried deep, didn’t want to ruin your mood.
“Come on—get up!” You say, tugging at his arm with all your might, ignoring the deep groans of protest coming from beneath the blanket.
“Can’t we jus’ stay n’bed, baby?” He whines, his voice muffled as he buries his face into the pillow you tried yanking away. He clung stubbornly to the edge of the mattress, like a child not wanting to leave a candy store.
“Nope,” you reply with a grin, hands on your hips, your determination unwavering. “We’re not wasting your birthday in bed.” You grab his hand again, this time bracing yourself for another round of resistance, though his half-hearted effort to stay put only makes you laugh. “Besides, I have some gifts for you!” you add, your tone light and teasing as you tug at his arm again. His groans falter for a moment, and you catch the brief flicker of curiosity in his eyes, though he quickly masks it with a huff of reluctance.
“Is it head?” He mutters, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. You gasp, smacking his bicep, which only earns a tired chuckle from him.
“Fine, fine, I’ll get up, mama.” He says, dragging himself upright, the grin still plastered on his face as he stretches lazily. Toji groaned as he rubbed his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hair sticking out in every direction. “Happy now?” he mumbled, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward as you stood in front of him, clearly pleased with yourself.
“Very,” you chirped, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his forehead. “Now, get dressed. I got a little something to show you.”
He raised a brow at you, suspicious. “Yeah? And what is that lil’ something?”
“You’ll see,” you teased, giving him a wink before disappearing into the hallway.
A short while later, Toji found himself sitting at the kitchen table, still half-asleep but now dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. His brow furrowed as he watched you bustling around the room, a spark of energy in your every movement.
“Here,” you said, sliding a small plate in front of him. Sitting in the middle was a cupcake, frosted with a messy swirl of chocolate icing and a single candle stuck in the center. You grinned sheepishly. “I know it’s not much, but I wanted to start your day with something sweet.”
Toji stared at the cupcake, his brows furrowing. “A candle? Really?” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yes, really,” you replied, crossing your arms. “It’s tradition. Don’t act like it’s weird.”
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply as his eyes flicked between you and the cupcake. “I don’t know, feels kinda stupid,” he mumbled, but the way his gaze lingered on the small dessert told you otherwise.
“It’s not stupid,” you said, leaning closer, your tone softening. “Just make a wish, baby. It’s one little moment—for me, okay?”
He sighed, still hesitant, but under your expectant gaze, he finally leaned forward. Closing his eyes briefly, he blew out the candle with a reluctant huff.
“See? That wasn’t so bad,” you teased, clapping as he shook his head with a faint smirk.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, trying to act indifferent, though the small, almost imperceptible curl of his lips betrayed him.
The next few hours were spent unwrapping gifts you had secretly hidden away over the past month. Each one was chosen with care: a sleek new jacket to replace his worn-out one, a specialized set of tools perfectly suited for his line of work—practical, efficient, and impossible to trace—and a rare vintage watch he’d once mentioned in passing but had never expected to own.
Toji held up the tools, inspecting them with sharp eyes. “These are… really high-end,” he murmured, running his fingers over the polished surface.
“Only the best for you,” you said with a grin. “I figured you could use something reliable.”
He set them down carefully, his hand lingering on the case for a moment before turning to the next gift. When he unwrapped the watch, his eyes widened slightly, and he was silent for a moment, holding the weight of it in his palm.
“How did you even—?” he started, his voice faltering as he looked at you, a mix of surprise and something deeper flickering in his expression.
“I pay attention,” you said softly, leaning against the couch beside him. “And you deserve it, Toji. All of it.”
He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as if he were trying to hold something back. He set the watch down carefully on the table and leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face. For a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, a soft, broken sound escaped his lips.
“Toji?” you whispered, concern lacing your voice.
He shook his head, his hands falling to his lap as his shoulders began to tremble. Tears slid down his cheeks, quiet and steady, as if he couldn’t stop them even if he tried. He turned his head slightly, as though ashamed for you to see him like this.
“I don’t deserve this,” he choked out, his voice raw and cracked. “I’ve done… so many things. I don’t deserve you.”
Your heart ached as you reached for him, cupping his face gently and wiping his tears with your thumbs. “Hey,” you murmured, your voice tender. “You do, Toji. You deserve love, happiness, everything. You’ve carried so much alone for so long, but you don’t have to anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
His forehead dropped to your shoulder as a fresh wave of tears overtook him. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. You stroked his hair, whispering soothing words as his grip on you tightened.
For what felt like an eternity, he clung to you, letting years of pain, guilt, and loneliness pour out in your embrace. When he finally pulled back, his red-rimmed eyes met yours, vulnerability written across every feature of his face.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, still thick with emotion.
“You’ll never have to find out,” you replied softly, resting your forehead against his. “You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”
A broken laugh escaped him, and he closed his eyes, his arms tightening around you as though you might slip away. “I think I can live with that,” he murmured, his voice steadier now but still holding a fragile edge.
“Good,” you murmured, letting your lips brush against the corner of his mouth, right where his scar marked his skin, a silent promise in the gesture. “Because I’m here to stay. Always.”
He exhaled deeply, leaning into you with a vulnerability he rarely showed, and for the first time in years, he allowed himself to trust—to believe in this moment, in you, and maybe even in the possibility of something better.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TOJI AND TO EVERYONE WHOS BIRTHDAY IS TODAY🥰🥰🥰
This is what should’ve happened in the manga/anime ☹️
HELLO THANKS FOR 500 FOLLOWERS????!!!
Nanami as a barista☕️
Barista!Nanami who quit life as a sorcerer for his child, Yuji, and opened up a small café not long after. His good friend, Satoru, occasionally visits the café after his missions to see cute little Yuji and to catch up with Nanami.
The café door swings open, its bells jingling in a cheerful rhythm, causing Nanami to stop cleaning and look up from the front counter.
“Hey Nanamin~!” The cheerful white-haired man burst into the shop, his energy instantly filling the room.
“Let me guess—a cup of coffee for you, Gojo?” Nanami says with a faint smirk, already reaching for the coffee machine.
Satoru placed his hand over his chest and let out an exaggerated sigh as if he were in a rom-com. “You know me so well, Nanamin.” Nanami, unimpressed, rolled his eyes.
As the two men chatted away, a thought suddenly crossed Satoru’s mind. “You know,” He said, casually leaning his back on the front counter. “I haven’t seen that little ball of sunshine anywhere..”
Just then, a little boy with messy pink hair peeked over the counter, a wide smile on his face, prompting Satoru to gasp dramatically.
Satoru scooped up the giggling child and spun him around with enthusiasm. “There he is! My favorite little kid on the planet!”
“Gogo!!!” The child laughed, his joy ringing through the shop. Nanami couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, the corners of his mouth twitching despite his usual composure.
“Sorry,” Nanami says, handing Satoru his cup of coffee. “I tried to teach him how to properly pronounce your name, but it seems he has his own version.”
“No, no,” Satoru says, holding up his hand with mock seriousness. “My name is Gogo now. I’ll legally change it for this little guy.”
“Wanna play with Gogo! Pleaseeee, Papa!” Yuji begged, giving Nanami those big puppy eyes that he could just never refuse. Satoru, naturally, joined in, mirroring the boy’s pleading expression.
“Come on Nanaminnnn, y’know you want tooo!”
“Okay, okay, fine,” Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a weary but fond smile. “But I’m only giving you twenty minutes. I have to close up soon.” His tone was stern, but the softness in his eyes betrayed him—he couldn’t resist the joy Yuji and Satoru found in these little moments. Of course, the playtime would stretch far beyond twenty minutes, as it always did, but Nanami never minded. Not really.
Driving through the streets of Tokyo with Shiu Kong because you had wanted to spend time with him before he left for a business trip.
The car ride is wrapped in peaceful silence, your eyes fixed on the vibrant lights and towering buildings. As the cityscape rushes by, your thoughts wander to how far you’ve come and how close you are to living the life you once only dreamed of. The warm, woody scent of your fiancé’s cologne adds on to this evening’s serene tranquility. His hand was rested on your thigh as he drove, occasionally soothing it with his thumb.
While the car is stuck in traffic, an older couple holding hands catches your eye, and you smile, imagining that one day, it’ll be you and your fiancé sharing that same quiet, enduring connection.
“You doin’ alright, dollface?” Shiu gave your thigh a light squeeze, which pulled you out of your train of thought. “This traffic’s killin’ me.”
You shift your gaze from the window to him, and he meets your eyes in return. “Mhm, just thinking.” You offer him a gentle smile, captivated by the way the vibrant lights from the buildings outside illuminate his features.
“Yeah? About what?” He raised a thin brow, a hint of curiosity flickering across his face.
“You,” You saw his lips curl up into a smile. “Well, us, how we’re gonna get married soon.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “We are,” The hand resting on your thigh moved to take yours, his thumb gently brushing over your ring finger. “I’m gonna give you the best wedding there is, princess. It’ll feel like a fuckin’ fairytale.” Shiu lifted your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss that lingered just long enough to make your heart flutter, his eyes never leaving yours.
You can’t help but giggle, the sound warm and full of affection. “You promise?”
“I promise, baby.” Before the words even leave your mouth, his pinky curls around yours, as if you were a book that he’s read so many times that all the pages feel like home.
As someone who’s obsessed with The Legend of Zelda herself, I felt like it was my duty to write this.
Kento Nanami is extremely obsessed with highly interested in the Legend of Zelda franchise. He’s been into it ever since he attended Jujustu High.
He owns every single Zelda game, every figure, and every piece of merch that Nintendo could possibly have. Gojo eventually found out and couldn’t resist teasing him, laughing as he called him a nerd, much to Kento’s annoyance.
When Kento first started dating you, he soon found out that you were pretty interested in the Legend of Zelda franchise, too. (Not as much as he was, you could never love it more than him.)
You even managed to show him the console you play the games on, and he couldn’t be more in love.
“Really?” His expression was a blank slate, but the subtle curiosity in his voice betrayed him.
“Yeah.. a bit nerdy, I know.” You let out a nervous laugh.
“No, not really,” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I.. just so happen to be interested in it as well.”
“Wait—are you serious?” Your lips curled up into a smile. “I didn’t think you’d be the guy who’d be interested in that kinda stuff.”
“I just like the story and how complex it is.” You saw his body ease up a bit as he spoke. “The characters in each game as well, they have a bit of a… ‘unique’ charm to them.”
“I like the fighting! But not too much of the puzzles.” You chimed in, sipping your coffee every now and then.
“The puzzles are fairly easy, maybe you should just try harder.” Kento teased, a rare smirk tugging at his lips.
“Oh yeah? Well maybe you should help me with them, since you’re such a smarty pants.” You challenged him and went to turn on your switch.
From that moment forward, you and Kento shared a special connection, spending weekends together rambling about your favorite game as if nothing else mattered.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to get hard from a single kiss, then follow you around repeating, “One more, ma.” “Jus’ a lil peck, baby.” “Cmere, doll.”
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to turn a small kiss into an aggressive make-out session because he’s just that greedy.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to give you a little chase around the house. Although he’d always catch you in the end, it turns him on even more when run away giggling, pre-cum oozing out of his throbbing cock.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to dry hump you while you two are watching a movie on your shared bed, begging you to let him experience the real thing.
“Please, ma? Pleaseeee..”
“Mmh—pretty please baby?”
“C-Come on pretty, d-don’t ya want me too..?”
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to cum just from you rubbing or sucking on his sensitive nipples.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to hide his face behind his forearm whenever you ride him.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to whine and groan when you rub his thighs while you’re sucking his cock.
“F-Fuck—jus’ like that mama—a-ah shit—”
“Sss—shittt—y’r killing me, ma—”
“Babyyy—mmmh—so—so fuckin’ closeee”
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to fist himself in your shared bedroom as soon as you leave for a girls trip, wearing that beautiful tight black dress that defines your curves perfectly.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to fuck your brains out when you come back from said girls trip, hiking your dress up and bending you over on the kitchen counter.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to eat you like he’s starving, sucking and slurping until your cum mixed with his saliva is dripping down his chin, and even then he’s not stopping until you’re passed out.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to leave your body covered in love bites, letting the world know who you belong to.
Toji stared at the counter. The ingredients you demanded sat before him like a challenge issued by the gods: instant ramen, whipped cream, peanut butter, and pickles. A lineup so vile it could send even the most daring chef into an existential crisis.
"Are you serious about this, or am I just getting pranked?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
You sat on the couch, legs crossed, a pillow pressed against your baby bump as you gave him the most innocent look in return. "Dead serious."
"You want ramen topped with this… stuff? And you're gonna eat it."
"Yup."
Toji groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. Of course, you had to pick this moment in your pregnancy to throw curveballs at him. The man was many things—an ex-hitman, a gambler, a loving yet blunt husband—but a gourmet chef? Not so much.
Still, he got to work. He boiled water, ripped open the ramen packet, and eyed the whipped cream like it might explode if he got too close. The sound of the kettle whistling filled the silence, but your voice broke through soon after.
“Don’t forget to add peanut butter! Like a lottt.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, spooning a glob of it into the pot and stirring like his life depended on it. The smell was… not great. Toji’s nose wrinkled in pure, unfiltered disgust. “You sure this ain’t gonna poison the kid?”
“It’s what the kid wants, Toji. I’m just the messenger,” you quipped.
When it was finally done—complete with pickles carefully arranged on top—Toji approached you with the steaming bowl in hand. He hesitated, watching your excited expression as you reached for it.
“I can’t believe you’re actually gonna eat this. You’re insane,” he muttered, plopping down beside you on the couch.
“Hey, you married me,” you shot back, grabbing the bowl and digging in with absolutely no hesitation.
Toji watched, equal parts fascinated and horrified, as you slurped up the ramen, the whipped cream melting into the broth in a way that should’ve been illegal. He leaned back, arms crossed, still trying to wrap his head around the scene.
“This is actually amazing,” you said between bites, offering him the spoon. “Wanna try?”
He recoiled immediately, glaring at you like you’d suggested he jump off a cliff. “Not in a million years, woman.”
“Oh, come on. You can’t knock it ‘til you try it!”
“Yeah, well, I’ll take your word for it.”
Despite his grumbling, he stayed by your side, handing you napkins, fetching water when you needed it, and even cleaning up after you finished. Disgusted or not, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d let you handle it yourself.
Later that night, as you snuggled into him in bed, you mumbled, “Thanks for putting up with me. And the weird cravings.”
Toji pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand resting protectively on your belly. “Tch. Don’t mention it. Just don’t ask me to eat that crap.”
But even as he complained, you knew he’d do it all over again if it made you and the baby happy.
That time when you were being all over Nanami and sitting on his lap as you went on about some stupid gossip, what you failed to notice was a subtle discomfort, underneath you. Like something hard.. well maybe that was his wallet or belt as you slightly changed your position causing a reaction from Nanami. You noticed it, when you stopped whatever you were saying and accidentally seemed to grind on his lap, the way he quickly looked away as a slight grunt left from him. Then it hit you, Oh.. he is hard.
"and? what happened then, sweetheart?" He urged you to continue the story like nothing was happening. You liked how he was hiding it pretty well. You threw your hands around his neck as you grinded forward on his lap, his lips turning into a thin line at your silence "hmm.. what was i saying again? Remind me?" Of course he couldn't spell it out if you are grinding onto him like that. "When— uh, your friend—" he struggled to respond as one of his hands came to rest on your hips now. "Yes, my friend?" You urged him to go on. "Hah.. goddamn it, baby" he said in a desperate plea.
"What was that?" You asked like you didn't know, completely unaware. "Darlin' im hard," he said pulling you close, his hardness nudging against your clothed core. "Is that right?" Before you could even finish, you were met with a impatient and passionate kiss.
Just a lil quick drabble about how shy Choso is with you
Pure fluff
You could never have imagined that Choso Kamo, a curse man who’s 150 years old, would be the shyest person when it came to you.
You couldn’t picture how someone that old would be so… cute. You notice how he averts your gaze whenever you come up to him and try to make conversation. You notice how red his face gets whenever you’re in sight. You notice how he treats you like you’re a queen whenever you two are hanging out.
“Hey Cho!” You wave at him with a bright smile on your face. So pretty, he thinks, quickly lowering his eyes to the floor as you approach.
“Hi.” Barely above a whisper, quick and quiet—exactly like every other time.
“I just met up with your brother Yuji! He’s so kind, I’m surprised he isn’t popular with the whole town by now..” As you continue to go on and on about Yuji, Choso feels his face getting warmer, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his white t-shirt.
“Cho? Are you listening?” His eyes dart up to meet yours—big mistake. The moment he does, he’s struck by how breathtaking you look, like a goddess who just descended from the heavens. “You alright there?” The worry in your voice is becoming a bit more noticeable.
“Ah—I-uhm—I’m sorry, I don’t—” The way he fumbled over his words never failed to make you smile.
You let out a soft chuckle. “It’s alright, Cho,” You saw his body relax, the tension ebbing out of him. “I just wanted to see if you were gonna be available later. There’s this new cafe opening downtown, and I thought it might be fun to check it out!”
“So… like a date..?” His eyes sparkled, and for a moment, you thought you saw hearts dancing in them.
“Mhm!” You reach over to grab one of his hands (it’s a little sweaty, but that’s okay). “I’ve wanted to take you out for a while now.” You smile at him.
Choso’s at a loss for words, all he does is nod at you.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” You giggle at his completely reddened face. “I’ll see you later, Cho!” You turn away from him and start heading home.
Includes: Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong (Maybe more characters in the future! Recommend some n’ they might be up here next!…just no minors pls unless it’s for fluff 😭😭)
Not rlly proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes!!!
Kento Nanami
• Would definitely be a whiner, especially when it’s time to get up in the morning, “Mmm..darlinggg…”, his grip on your waist becoming tighter. “Just five more minutes.. pretty please…?”, how could you possibly deny your sweet husband?
• Kento will always help you with your hair if needed and is always good at it (You don’t know this, but every night while your sleeping, he watches YouTube videos on how to style curly hair in cute styles he knows you’d like).
• Rarely ever cries to you since he doesn’t want you stressing out over him. When he did cry, however, you’d be sure to have him lay on your lap and softly coo at him until he falls asleep.
• Will be the cook of the house. Sure, he’d let you cook a few meals from time to time, but he would prefer cooking for you instead of vice versa. (His food ALWAYS ended up delicious)
“Kento let me cook for tonight please! You cook all the timeee!” You whine as you’re being dragged back to the living room by your husband.
“Please, my love, sit down. I want you to relax this evening.” Kento kisses you on your forehead as he sits you down on the couch. “Dinner will be ready in a few, okay?”
“Tomorrow night Kento, I will be cooking.” You say with a pout on your face, and Kento can’t help but let out a chuckle.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
• When one of your favorite songs of all time play on the car radio, you’d scream the lyrics, eventually luring Kento in to sing with you. He probably wouldn’t know half of the songs you listen to, but he’ll still sing with you if it makes you happy.
• Never calls you by your name unless something serious is going on. Will always call you baby, sweetheart, darling, love, or honey. (Ex. “Love, if you don’t mind, could you get me a sandwich from that bakery I always go to?” “Honey, you’re always so good to me, I love you so much.”)
• Speaking of which, he loves it when you call him sweetie, Ken, or even if you refer to him as “your man”. He gets hard just thinking about it.
• He’s definitely a little pervert. Whenever you’re out the house for a lengthened period of time, he’d use the opportunity to steal multiple pairs a pair of your used underwear and jack off to it in your shared bedroom, making sure to leave his cum right in the center of your panties. Little did he know, however, the cameras in your house caught every second of it.
• Kento would absolutely love to be dominated by you. Just the thought of you riding him and fucking him with your strap until there’s tears rolling down his face just does something to him.
• He’ll beg and whimper to you at any point during sex, the way he looks so pathetic as soon as you have him in your grasp is something indescribable and makes you want more. “Mmh—babyyyy—haah—oh goddd—I’m gonna cumm-”
“L-Love please—please let me—”
“Ooohhhh—can’t hold it b-back, d-darling-“
• We all know this man is an absolute king when it comes to aftercare. Giving you a minute to rest, he goes to your kitchen and brews up some chamomile tea. Afterwards, he runs a warm bath with some rose petals which he knows you like.
Toji Fushiguro
• Isn’t very good at communication due to being raised in nothing but an abusive household. Knowing this, you help him every step of the way, and he can’t help but look at you with hearts in his eyes.
•He’ll hit you with a dad joke at the most random and unexpected times. You could both be showering together and he’d be talking about some, “What do you call two ducks and a cow? Quackers and milk.” They’ll always make you laugh, though.
• Expect Toji to tease you 24/7. For example, if you’re wearing a bonnet, best believe he’s snatching it off as soon as you walk past him, laughing and holding it over his head as you’re trying to take it back.
-SWOOP- All you feel now is a breeze on the top of your head instead of your trusty bonnet. “Toji I swear to God if you don’t stop snatching my bonnet there’s gonna be problems.” You turn to face the man who now has your leopard print bonnet in his big hand.
“Oh please girl,” you hated the way he mirrored your sass. (You didn’t) “Y’r not gonna do a thing to me.” He chuckled, now putting your bonnet on his head.
“Tojiiiii you’re gonna stretch it outtt!” You groaned and hit his chest, yet Toji doesn’t pay you any mind.
“Babyyyyy,” He mimics you, “I’ll give it back under one condition.”
You sigh, knowing the exact condition.
“Jus’ gimmie a kiss, and the bonnet is all yours.”
• His usual go-to of pet names would include: Doll, babe, baby, ma, brat, and princess (Ex. “Babe, you wanna come to this new restaurant with me? Heard they had some good steak.” “Quit bein’ such a little brat.” “Y’look so damn pretty, doll.”).
• Toji brags to his best friend Shiu all about you, much to his annoyance. He boasts about how pretty you are, how smart you are, how big your ass is, and how lucky he is to have you.
• He absolutely loves the way you treat his five year old son, Megumi. You treat the boy as if he’s your own, and Toji can’t help but smile until his cheeks are sore, and even then he wouldn’t stop smiling.
• This man cannot cook for shit. The only cooking he’s doing would be making toast with butter or ordering takeout.
• He’d definitely eat you out of a house and home and take a fat nap afterwards, though. His portions of food would be enough to feed three people. Living with him, you’d have to go food shopping every two days.
• Though he’d never admit it, Toji loves hugs and how you smother him will all kinds of affection. He’d act all annoyed and tough and claim he doesn’t like it, but deep down you both know he eats it up every single time.
•Expect to see dirty gym socks and other clothing attire scattered across your shared bedroom. You’ll tell him to stop acting like a pig and clean up after himself, but it’ll go in one ear and straight out the other.
• Toji has such a praise kink. Whenever the words “good boy” or any other compliment leaves your pretty lips, it’s like he can’t think for himself anymore.
• He loves, loves, loves, having sex in missionary position with you. He loves being so close to you, being able to smell your special scent, and whisper in your ears, “Look how—fuck—look how messy this pretty pussy is for me, ma.”
“Y’r taking my cock so fucking well, baby.”
“Love ya so fucking much, y’know that? Hah—shit—Yeah, y’know that.” while he’s absolutely demolishing your insides. Don’t get him wrong, the man loves tons of sex positions, but missionary will always be his first pick.
• He may not look the part, but Toji whimpers and moans like crazy when he’s about to cum. “Hnghh—ooohhhh—fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—“
• When he cums, expect a bunch of it. It’s so much that it leaks out of your throbbing cunt and onto the light pink bed sheets, leaving a puddle.
• His kind of aftercare would be licking your clit, ridding it of any leftover cum. Afterwards, he’d give you a water bottle and massage any aching body parts. He’d then order some of your favorite take out and you’d both eat it together while watching some corny dad show he found on tv.
Shiu Kong
• You have this man wrapped around your pretty finger. He’ll spoil you rotten. He couldn’t possibly think of saying no to his princess, especially when he has the money to get you whatever you want.
• You will never find yourself in a position where you need to lift a finger whenever he’s around. You’ll get nothing but royalty treatment.
• Shiu absolutely hates it whenever you’re around Toji. He knows Toji wouldn’t do anything, but seeing you even look at him gets on his nerves.
• You wake up to the smell of some freshly cooked bacon and eggs (or whatever else you’d favor) due to him. His day will literally be ruined if he isn’t able to cook for you.
• Whenever you want your hair and nails done, Shiu will give you the money, plus a little extra so you can get yourself something nice.
• Your car will definitely end up smelling like his cigarettes mixed with his signature cologne after a while.
• You practically beg him to teach you a few words in Korean (mostly curse words) since you claims he sounds so sexy speaking it.
“Come onnnnnn,” you whine, following Shiu around the house as he carries the clean laundry in a basket. “Just one word, please?”
“I’ve already said a word, princess, don’t you remember that?” He stops in his tracks and turns to face you.
“Okay—well—one more!” you pout and cross your arms.
“Don’t do that,” Shiu chuckles, then sighs contently. “How could I ever say no to you, beautiful?” Your eyes light up and a big smile is displayed on your face.
“사랑해요, 예쁜.” He whispers in your ear and leaves a kiss on your cheek.
“What’s that mean??”
“It means I love you, pretty.” He cups your face with two hands. You can’t help but giggle and leave a kiss on his lips.
• Like Kento, Shiu wouldn’t call you by your name at all. He hasn’t called you by your name ever since you two first met. Sometimes you wonder if he even knows your name (he does). The names he calls you are: Doll face, love, princess, pretty, beautiful, bunny (Ex. “Did y’want this necklace, princess?” “Let’s go out to eat, doll face.” “You can take it, bunny, can’t you? Yes you can.”).
• Every morning, his head is found in between your legs, licking and sucking at your clit. Every time you try to push his head away due to overstimulation, he says “Come on, pretty, m’just eating some breakfast, gimmie a minute.”
• This man is extremely weak for head. His breathy moans only get louder as he’s getting closer and closer to his climax. “Ohh f-fuck—my love—s-s’close—”
“Y’r sucking s’good pretty—mmh—so fucking good-”
• He’ll immediately return the favor by stuffing your sobbing pussy with his fat cock, thrusting in an unforgiving pace. “H-Hah—you h-hear that? Y’hear how she’s—shit—purring for me l-love?”
“I know you can take it bunny, I know you can—ooohhh ffffuckkkk-”
• After he’s done with you, he kisses your forehead and wipes you down with a warm damp towel. He then massages your plump thighs and kisses your face a bit more. When you’re finally asleep, he goes out to your balcony for a quick smoke.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to slowly but surely open up to you with time.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to sigh and roll his eyes dramatically when you ask him to help with something (he’d do it with no hesitation).
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to go on walks with you when the weather is nice, and it would be the most serene thing ever.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to manspread on your couch, wearing a white tank top and grey sweats while watching some corny movie from the 80s.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to hold you close whenever you’re crying and slowly rub circles on your back, whispering “I’m here, baby, it’s okay.” “Let it all out, ma.”
Toji Fushiguro would the type to lay directly on top of you when it’s time to go to sleep. He’s so large that when he’s on top of you, it looks like he’s the only one on the bed.
Toji Fushiguro would be the type to think he’d never fall in love again after his first wife until he found you. Now that you’re in his life, he’ll do everything in his power not to lose you, too.
Teen!Nanami who has had the biggest crush on you ever since you two attended preschool.
Teen!Nanami who nervously avoids your gaze and twiddles with his pointer fingers whenever you talk to him.
Teen!Nanami who claims to hate it when you call him Ken, but is blushing hard when you do.
Teen!Nanami who is constantly teased by both Haibara and Gojo for his obvious crush (he thought he hid it well).
Teen!Nanami who brings you your favorite flowers every Friday after school “just because”.
Teen!Nanami who acts annoyed when you ask him for help with any homework, sighing dramatically and telling you that you should pay attention more in lectures (He’d help you regardless, maybe even do the work for you).
Teen!Nanami who builds up the courage to finally ask you on a date, to which you say yes.
Teen!Nanami who ends up having his very first kiss with you and babbles on and on to Haibara about it (Haibara knew it was going to happen eventually, yet is ecstatic at the news).
Teen!Nanami who swears he’ll marry you one day and give you the best life possible because you deserve it.
Shiu Kong would be the kind of guy to get very close and whisper something extremely dirty in your ear while you guys are out. When you shoot him a mean glare, he’d act all clueless as if he never said anything.
Shiu Kong would be the kind of guy to rub up on you from behind, have you feel his clothed and hardened cock and get you all riled up just for him to back away.
Shiu Kong would be the kind of guy to cock warm you while you two are watching some movie he picked out.
Shiu Kong would be the kind of guy to have you suck his dick while he’s working on paperwork or while he’s driving. (A man’s gotta test his driving skills every once in a while, right?)
Shiu Kong would be the kind of guy to eat you out from night to day, claiming he has to show you how much he’s missed you while he was on a business trip.
Shiu Kong would be the kind of guy to dry hump you on your couch because that’s how needy he can get.
Shiu Kong would be the kind of guy to jack off to any of your used clothing, your photos, and any little thing that reminds him of you.
Shiu Kong would be the kind of guy to love you unconditionally, no matter what the hell you do.
It doesn’t really look like it, but Toji Fushiguro is extremely clingy.
Say you get home from work, that man is actively seeking for you as soon as he hears the front door shut, giving you a bear hug and many kisses that you just can’t refuse.
Toji refuses to go to sleep if he isn’t touching at least some part of your body (hand, breasts, ass, etc.). He’d go as far as to lay his heavy body directly on top of you.
Best believe you aren’t getting up until he’s up, which could take almost half the day (that man is a sleeper, nothing can change my mind). Try wiggling out of his grasp, he’ll just hold on to you tighter, no problem.
Even if you (somehow) get out of his grasp, Toji would just get up and follow you like a lost puppy, mumbling in a low tone, “Ma, come back t’bed..” “Jus’ five more minutes, baby..” “I know y’r still tired doll, jus’ come on..”
Going outside with Toji would require handholding or him grabbing your ass waist to show everyone that you’re his.
He’ll have you sat on his lap whenever you two are watching a movie or show together. Either that or you two are cuddled up and he’s filling your face with kisses.
No matter how much you claim to be “annoyed” with his clinginess, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
