#toji headcanons

firefighter!toji…who basically lives alone, seeing his son of special occasions—like when he needs more clothes to go with yuji.

He was very reluctant when some of the guys he works with told him he should get a dog. ‘A dog.’ He blatantly thought, why the fuck would he want a dog?

he now has a 6 month of Dalmatian puppy who’s in training to be a fireman dog. (He’s only had him for 2 weeks but he swears he would kill anyone who hurts him)

firefighter!toji…who helps everyone and anyone, no matter if he’s on duty or not.

Doesn’t matter if he’s in uniform or just waiting in line at the grocery store. If someone needs help carrying something, changing a tire, reaching the top shelves or helping a cat out of a tree, toji is already helping before even being asked.

The old ladies in his apartment complex adore him—not o my because he’s smoking hot but because he’s always fixing their stoves or thermostats

firefighter!toji…who wakes up in a cold sweat of reliving the night his wife died.

Those nights are the worst. He’ll wake up, bold right up out of bed, chest heaving, convinced for a split second that he’s right back in that old apartment.

firefighter!toji who got a code 111 call about a building being on fire that night

He couldn’t believe it when the same girl he had a one night stand with 2 month ago was the reason the fire broke out.

He couldn’t help but walk up to her, as is someone something was pushing him to do so. He teased and taunted her, and for some reason…ask her for a drink.

hopeless romantic!reader…who sells “perfect love” for a living, she’s an event planner who focuses on engagement parties, weddings, anniversaries etc.

she knows every detail to make weddings spectacular. The perfect flowers, music, lighting, timing down to the second.

Has a cute little binder decorated in various pinks and whites, stickers and hearts. Even a matching pink iPad.

hopeless romantic!reader…who also runs a relationship blog called ‘The Last Petal” (he loves me, he loves me not vibes)

Her targeted audience is other hopeless romantics like herself but also girls searching for relationship advice, people fresh out of break ups and even engaged couples

hopeless romantic!reader…who despite “selling” love—is absolutely terrified she’ll miss her own.

She’s overly prepared for other people’s love lives just so she can keep love close without risking it for herself

hopeless romantic!reader…who can’t take her own advice for shit. She guides strangers through break ups and messy relationships with so much clarity that when it’s finally her turn she hesitates. She’ll stare at her computer screen for hours on end writing down “things I should’ve said” and never posting it

So when the opportunity promoted itself in the form as a 6’2, ravenette hunk of muscles asking you to get a drink with him, of course you agree.

cw: 18+ mdni, mean!Toji, cöckwármíng, cǒck drunk! Reader, intoxication (weed).

Like yeah, yeah he’ll slide you down on his thick and veiny length till his cockhead is puckered up to your cervix- fucking itching to get you pregnant.

But the minute you move, the fucking second you try to grind your slutty hips down on him, it’s a harsh smack to the ass, spinning you sideways on his dick so your feet are no longer on the floor because you don’t have the privilege to choose anymore.

He’ll put the blunt between his fingers, clouds of smoke forming in the living room from his lips, “Hah- Didn’t I tell your ass to relax?”

“I- how am I supposed to relax when- angh- when-“

When your cock is so deep in you, you could press down on it and feel the little buldge?

You let out a frustrated groan, panting when you resting your head on your knees. You want it, want to cum so badly it almost hurts, pussy clenching around his throbbing member. He hisses, “Such a fuckin brat, Christ, fuck did I just-“

“I can’t help it!” You whine, as if that poor glazed over doe eyed look in your brown eyes would be enough to wiggle your cute little ass down again. As if he would catch your dumb ass, hand over your pulsing Pearl trying to rub it. He smacks it away, knocking a his knuckle against your temple, “tch- is there anythin goin on in that fuckin brain, greedy fucking pussy can’t stay still can you?”

You shudder, brown eyes glassy with want, you let out a breathless whine, “mm- no- I can’t Toji.”

“Aww,” he croons, playing with the stray curl at the back of your head, “That’s too bad. Like you just like that.”

You’re pretty all cock drunk, pussy throbbing, fat of yout thighs spread out in Tojis lap, glossy pussy keeping his dick warms while the little bulge pops out in your stomach.

“Here,” he leans you back, into his chest, putting the half smoked blunt to your plump lips, “Try it doll.”

You do, inhaling so the end of the blunt burns bright red.

“See?” He snickers as you exhale, hissing when you flutter around him, taking a drag himself, “Not that hard is it?”

After so many good pulls, it has you so relaxed, shimmying down on his hard cock, your lazy hand going up and down his bicep as you rest your head against his shoulder. You don’t even realize your murmuring ‘please, please, please’ over and over. Your nipples hard between the shirt you had on, and desperate for more action, pretty eyes low with slow blinks.

“What was that baby?” Toji teases, leaving a kiss on your jaw.

“Please,” you hiccup, clawing at his hand now, nuzzling your head into his face, “please need you ji, fuck, I need you.”

Shit, you’re fucking cute, his hands slide your drenched panties to the side, dipping through your fat folds, and uo to yout pulsing pearl, giving it a little pinch that makes you let out a cry, so sensitive.

“Think you’re good doll, but fuck, your little clits so cute, think you can keep it like this?”

No, the loud whine you let out, he knows you can’t.

But you do, for him.

The older man of course he’ll let you fall asleep with it still inside, long enough for him to get soft and get hard again, fucking you awake till you’re sobbing his name.

eheheheh already in the works!