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HOT THINGS THE JJK MEN DO !!

↳ feat. :: gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

↳ cw :: ⚠️ slightly suggestive ⚠️

↳ a/n :: i hate this but i wanted to clear out my drafts so

— Teases you. Lowers his tone and whispers phrases in your ear like “mhm really” or “oh yeah?” in a condescending tone while snaking an arm around you. He does it in public at most inopportune times too, he likes seeing you flustered in front of everyone. 

GOJO SATORU. geto suguru. FUSHIGURO TOJI

— Wipes the sweat off of his face by lifting up his shirt when he’s hot from training and shows off his abs. Most of the time, it’s an unconscious habit, but he’ll flash you a small smirk if he catches you staring at him. 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. OKKOTSU YUUTA. geto suguru. inumaki toge

— Wears his sweatpants really low around the house, especially when it’s the gray ones and they’re low enough so that you can see some of his v-line but high enough to tease you. 

gojo satoru. inumaki toge. ITADORI YUUJI

— When you’re talking to him he always makes hard eye contact. Every now and then, he’ll break his stare to steal a glance at your lips and then he’ll lick his and smirk before looking away. He knows exactly what he is doing and loves seeing you flustered.

fushiguro megumi. GETO SUGURU. gojo satoru

— Tilts your chin up and gives you a peck when you’re mad at him, comes up behind you and gives you small kisses on your neck and tells you “i’ll make it up to you baby”

ITADORI YUUJI. GOJO SATORU. fushiguro toji 

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WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS SOONER? we all know baby megumi is a menace and toji is a potty mouth. i can imagine tiny little megumi with his big adorable eyes following toji around with a swear jar to make some extra pocket money but at the same time makes toji bring him to buy gifts for the reader. (and toji catching on and playing along for megs)

this is so cute and comical omggg!! i love soft toji and baby gumi interactions so much, they make me so happy fr! ahhh i had fun writing this short thing and i hope you’ll like this one <33

> megumi calls reader his ‘mommy’ but i didnt specify if shes mamaguro or toji remarried or smthn. lapslock. dad toji and baby gumi centric. no curses au!

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“ow, what the fuck!” toji curses, swiveling to see what hit his shin only to gape at the sight of megumi holding out the swear jar at toji while managing to look smug even with his face smoothed out blankly. beside the boy is his damned scooter which he must have used to whack toji’s leg.

“daddy, you swore,” megumi replies when toji still doesn’t move to drop a yen.

toji glowers at his son, but megumi only blinks at him.

another slow blink. like a cat.

…okay, that was adorable.

“fine,” toji finally grumbles, digging into his pockets for all his loose change and drops them into the jar. the corner of megumi’s lips quirk up slightly, before he is running away, his tiny feet padding silently on the floor.

toji sighs, exasperated but fond, before turning back to his call. he ignores shiu’s soft chuckles.

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“shit,” toji whispers, raising his leg and scowling at the lego piece stuck on his foot. he plucks it out, and turns to the floor where megumi’s now-ruined spaceship lay, flattened and ugly. 

toji frowns, remembering the hours that his son has poured into creating the spaceship, often forgoing his other toys and focusing most of his after-daycare hours to work on the spaceship. toji also remembers how you and megumi bonded every afternoon as you helped him make a bunch of tiny spacecraft for the spaceship, muffled giggling shared between you two as if the lego-building was a top secret mission. 

well. he better get to fixing it before megumi comes back. he doesn’t want his boy being all sad and–

“gumi?”

“yes, daddy?”

“since when were you here?”

“since you said the bad poo word,” megumi answers. a beat of silence. then, the clattering of a handful of coins against ceramic. 

toji holds back a sigh as he looks up from the mess and meets megumi’s mirthful eyes, the boy crouching by toji’s side with the swear jar in his hands. “so. ‘shit’ counts?”

megumi nods. “and you have to pay two times because you said it two times.”

“right. okay. makes sense.” it doesn’t.

but toji has no loose changes in him this time so he stands up, heads to your shared bedroom, and rummages around the vanity. he finds twenty yen which is probably enough for megumi’s swear jar. 

“here you go squirt,” toji says as he holds out his hand towards megumi. 

megumi takes them with another of his small smiles. “thank you daddy.” he walks away. “please keep swearing.”

toji blinks. “y’mean not to swear, yeah?”

“no,” megumi replies, not once stopping to entertain his dad now that toji has paid his swear jar fees, and leaves him in your shared room.

toji pinches the bridge of his nose before returning to megumi’s room to fix the broken lego spaceship. 

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“daddy, what’s satoru-nii again?”

“an asshole.”

toji pauses, frowning as he turns to megumi. megumi’s blinking at him innocently, meeting toji’s eyes wordlessly, then, ever-so slowly, he presents the swear jar.

toji processes the whole situation, gaping as his eyes widen in astonishment. “gumi, what the hell?”

megumi smiles wider, so boyishly excited. “you said ‘notha one!” he shakes the jar harder in his excitement.

toji drops his newspaper and turns to megumi, serious but mostly concerned. “baby,” he starts, not knowing how to ask why his son was hell-bent on making him cuss, even going out of his way to instigate it.

toji remembers his poor shin and suppresses a groan.

“what’s with the swear jar?” he asks.

megumi’s brows furrow. “you din’ pay yet.”

“right,” toji utters, pulling out crumpled money from his pockets and placing them inside the jar. “so, y’gon’ answer me?”

megumi hums, baby face going giddy again. “mother’s day gift!”

oh. 

“gumi,” toji says, pulling his son into his arms. “y’know you coulda just asked for money, right? you din’ need to make me swear.”

megumi hums again, shrugging. “but i wanted to earn by m’self.”

toji almost laughs, his shoulders shaking from quelling his barks of laughter at the thought of megumi thinking that making toji swear and pay for said swears is earning for himself. 

he presses a kiss on the crown of megumi’s head. their precious darling boy is so comedic sometimes. toji smiles, fond and full and bright.

“i see,” he murmurs. “want me to help you buy mommy a gift?”

megumi nods, grinning so happily as he says, “yes!”

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(the swear jar money ended up not being enough to pay for the gift that megumi chose for you so toji paid for it whole, letting megumi keep them as his pocket money.

megumi doesn’t know anything about this interaction and toji intends to keep it that way.)

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Here I lay

Still breathless

Just like always

Cw: fluff, kissing, hugs, snuggles, rain, crying, feelings of replacement, Toji being a lil oblivious, grief, mamaguro mentioned, toji's past, megumi is mentioned, reader is megumi's step mom, dissociation

You notice it. Even through his small touches and shifts of sudden grief, you notice. He tries to hide it. Covering up his cracked voice and wet sobs with strain before excusing himself. 

He doesn't like to cry in front of you - a part of you thinks it’s because he doesn’t want you carrying the grief of his own. But you’d willingly do it - if it meant he’d heal, you’d done it years ago. 

Sometimes you find him sifting through a shoebox of old photos - one that’s been covered in a sheer layer of dust, finger prints from the last time he’d pulled it from under his dresser still visible - drawn out lines rigid against the dust. 

He sits on your bed, going through each photo, stopping every so often to stroke at the pictured cheeks of his late wife. He rarely speaks in these moments - soft whispers of ‘i miss you’ and relaying memories of their son to the time-stained photos.

You never mean to see him in these moments; to break his trust in respecting the very obvious privacy he needs in these moments. Yet you still come to him, almost as if you’re being drawn there, as if he needs you. You know he needs you. But you’ll let him come on his own time.

It was raining when you’d come home from dropping Megumi off at his friend's house; he’d been talking about the sleepover all week, nearly too excited to sit down and fully finish his meals. 

The house was quiet, sounds of pattering rain rolling off of the slant of the roof and crackles from the fireplace echoing throughout the cold walls of the house. Toji’d been watching TV before you left, the living room was no longer filled with the obnoxious calls of whatever football game had been playing. 

“Toji?” you called, placing your purse onto the island. 

With no response, you waited. Closing your eyes and listening to the rhythmic rain and settling into the cozy warmth from the fire. As you rested into the soft quiet, a sharp creak came from the room above you. 

Quietly, you took off your shoes in the hall, pulling on your slippers, you made  your way up the carpeted stairs toward your shared bedroom. 

One of the double doors was split open, hesitantly you made your way into the bedroom. 

Toji was sitting on the bed again, the dusted shoebox at his feet. 

“...Toji?” you spoke softly. 

With a jump he turned to you, silver eyes rimmed with red and tears as he held a bundle of polaroids in his hand. He didn’t speak, just looked at you. 

“Are you okay?” you tried, stepping into the bedroom only to counter when he nodded, wiping away at his eyes. 

“Uh…yeah,” his voice was wet with sob, “Yeah…” 

You nodded, lips pulling into a frown at the sight of him, nonetheless you went to turn around and make your way out of the bedroom when he called your name. 

“Hey,” he looked at you, arm outstretched in the opening. “C’mere,” he motioned. 

Softly, you made your way over to sit beside him on the duvet, pulling your legs up to sit criss cross on the bed. 

Toji linked an arm around you, pulling you closer to him with a sniffle. You settled into the warmth of him, resting your cheek against his chest as he pulled a band of photos from the box, shuffling through the dated photos, stained yellow with age. 

He settled on a photo of the two of them in front of his house - your house, the house you live in and raise his son in. They’d just bought it, Toji and the woman were smiling deeply, a ‘Just Sold’ sign held on by both of them.

Toji let you look over it, handing it to you and moving to sift through the countless prints as you traced the pad of your thumb over the photo; the side gate was still a rusted brown and the house was still the same brownish gray as when they’d bought it. It’s like nothing had ever changed, as if she’d never left, as if you weren't there at all.

“This one’s from the bar we met at, we used to go every friday.” he handed you the faded photo and you felt your mouth run dry. It was the same booth Toji took you to every friday; you could tell by the rip that’d been made in the back seat of the booth, still there to this day.

Suddenly you felt very cold.

“Beautiful.” you whispered, tracing your nail over the couple’s smiles. 

“Yeah, she was.” Toji sniffled, petting your side as tears rimmed your eyes. “I loved her so much.” his voice croaked with a sob, silver eyes tracing over the woman’s features. 

You weren’t talking about the woman. 

“Oh,” Toji’s voice pulled you to look up as his voice broke, handing you the photo, “This is when ‘Gumi was born.” 

The photo looked new, as if it’d been taken only hours earlier. The woman held Megumi in her arms, looking at him in adoration as she swaddled him in her arms. You could feel the warmth from her. The tears spilled over your cheeks. 

Suddenly the rain seemed louder and you felt yourself begin to shake with cold. 

“She gave me the best gift in the entire world.” he rested his chin atop your head, looking over the photo. 

“I’m sure she was perfect.” you whispered, afraid if you spoke too loud you’d break into sobs.

You felt him nod against you, “Yeah, she was.”

Under his hold, you began to cry softly, nails digging into the fabric of Toji’s henley. With a sniffle, you shivered in his hold; the warmth of his body serving to only make you feel colder.

“Sometimes…” he sighed, massaging the skin of your hip, “I wish I could go back. I’d fix everything if i could,” He sniffled wetly, “Give ‘Gumi his mom back.” he grabbed another photo from the box

You wished he’d stop talking. 

“I know she loved him and you very much.” you spoke weakly, your voice filled with warble and cracks as he handed you the photo. 

The photo nearly made you gasp; an image of them kissing in the early morning, wrapped in the sheets of their bed and bundled together against the waking sun. 

You knew he hadnt meant to hurt you, he needed this. They looked so happy. 

“And I loved her too.” Toji spoke against the rain, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I wish she and I were given more time together.” 

He still loved her, that was okay. 

There was nothing but quiet for a moment, the rain served to fill the cold silence, the water seeming much warmer than the room as you ran the pads of your fingers over both of their faces; stroking the woman’s with a softness and gentle smile and Toji’s with a headed anger that even you hadn't noticed until you’d caught the reflection of your gaze in the black of the photo. 

He still loved her. The reminder of that had struck you - subconsciously you knew that much, he still loved her and it’d begun to haunt you; You’d see her in the light of the day, in the photos hung up in the hallways, you’d see her in the cold of night, in the reflections of yourself as you passed by the windows of the house.

There she stood, right beside you.

You’d often wish that one day she’d simply come knocking on the door. Maybe while you’re cooking dinner so when she comes in you can quietly pack and leave, letting the family reconcile and settle into the warmth of one another over a good meal, a meal you’d cooked. 

Your mind traced back to Megumi’s baby photo. You grabbed it from the pile of photos, looking over it again. Even though you’d raised him from before he could speak, taught him love and friendship, taught him to be fair and have patience and to only be good - because there were so many few good people left in this world - you were quickly reminded with a simple photo that he wasn't yours. That he’d never really be yours. 

He could call you mom and ask you to hold him when he cries, but he’d never be your son. 

“You okay?” Toji craned to meet your watery gaze. He ran a large hand over the top of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Yeah,” You sounded confused, “Just…just thinking.” 

He merely nodded, but you knew that he knew there was more. He wouldn't press now though, that’s not how Toji worked. He’d wait until you were happy and had forgotten whatever it was that had bothered you and ask then. 

You wouldn't forget this. 

“I love you a lot, ya’know that, kid?” his voice lowered. 

You smiled against the soft quiet and hardened rain, letting the tears stream over your cheeks as you bit your bottom lip with a weak nod. “Yeah, I know.” 

Toji quickly turned you to pull you into his lap, pressing your head against his chest as you broke into choked and broken sobs. 

“Shhh,” he cooed, petting at your back and pressing his chin to the top of your head, rocking the two of you gently in an attempt to soothe your cries.

Your sobs and the rain seemed almost in one. As if the rain grew harder with every cry you gave, as if the rain was the only one who knew how you felt, yet you’d never felt so alone. 

“I love you so much, Toji, I’m sorry.” You sobbed into the fabric of his shirt. 

“Shhh, honey, I love you too.” he pressed a kiss to your temple and then your lips, stroking your wet cheeks and letting you settle back into his hold again, “I love you, sweetheart.” 

But he still loved her.

And you’d still be a passenger. 

Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks - unknown

Geto is desperate

okay but toji calling you “kid/kiddo” bc of the age and size difference between you two 😮‍💨

ive read a few fics where he does this and its the hottest thing ever 😵‍💫

YES! i always go feral whenever i see fics of toji just casually dropping "kid." like? the visuals are so strong, i cantt. and ur so right! it perfectly encapsulates the age and size difference between you two 💞💕💖💓💗💕

that said, my brain went brr and i sped through these little snippets of toji calling you "kid." hope u like it bb <33333

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Sleepy mornings:

You pad downstairs, rubbing your eye with your fist, trying to rouse from the sleepiness. It’s not even that early anymore, and yet you still feel so exhausted, trudging about until you reach the kitchen. You beeline towards the already-filled coffee pot, mumbling a quick good morning to the familiar silhouette in the kitchen who is watching you stumble about with vague amusement.

He huffs a fond laugh when you bumped into the counter, and it makes you smile a bit even as you grumble in pain.

With shaky fingers, you reach for the coffee pot only to have it snatched away by Toji. You turn to him, a look of betrayal overcoming your sleepy features.

“Wha? Toji, whu?” You ask, words slurring, eyes still squinted in exhaustion. You can barely see Toji’s face but going by the fact that he’s taken your coffee, he’s either frowning or grinning. Maybe even a bit of both.

“Nah, kid, no coffee today,” Toji replies, placing the pot on the counter behind him. “How about we just sleep in again?”

That makes you perk up, a small smile replacing your pout. “Mkay,” you say before walking out of the kitchen and climbing up the stairs to your shared room. Toji hovers behind you, watching over your fumbling steps, your feet slowly shuffling about until it misses the landing. Toji curses before completely snatching you up and carrying you.

“Careful,” he whispers, worried face peering down at you. “You coulda been hurt.” You blink, feeling more awake as your heart thuds loudly in your chest, awareness slamming in you the moment you lost your balance and ended up in Toji’s arms.

“M’sorry,” you whisper, voice quiet. Then, you smile. “But thanks, hero.”

You clamp down on a squeal at the sight of tan skin blossoming into a flush.

“Whatever,” Toji grumbles, shyly looking away. But with the way his ears and neck flush, staining his skin redder, nothing was able to wipe away the fondness in your eyes.

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Worries:

Toji shifts to stand in front of you, pulling at your wrist until you are fully hidden by his back. There’s a tense silence between the two of them, and despite the comfort that Toji brought with him, you still tremble in fear, skin cold as dread continues to spread through the webs of your veins.

“Whatever,” the thug finally grouches after the heavy stare-down. Toji huffs, fist still tight around your wrist. He doesn’t move until the echoing footsteps fade into silence, completely leaving you in the comfort of Toji.

You do not even notice your erratic breathing or the way tears trickled from the corner of your eyes, focused on nothing but the warmth of Toji’s hand. But you feel him let go and a whine bubbles from your throat, locked knees buckling as you pitch forward to chase him.

“C’mere,” Toji whispers, gentle as he pulls you in his embrace. You fumble with your steps, before collapsing on his chest, head ducking underneath his chin. Your eyes flutter when you feel his warm palm rubbing soothing circles on your back, careful as they slide down your spine as if chasing away the thug’s awful touch.

Toji presses a kiss on the crown of your head. He says, “You’re safe now, kid,” his voice still quiet and tender. “I promise you that.”

And you believe him completely.

. . . . . . . . .

Subsequently, its sibling, “brat”:

You squeak, ducking to the other side of the table as Toji rounds towards the opposite where you were just hovering at. He’s dripping wet, having been doused with soda after you sat on his lap, popped open a can which proceeded to explode on his face.

“It was an accident, Toji-san, I swear!” You say, jolting away when Toji almost got too close.

“No it wasn’t,” Toji responds, hissing and eyes narrowing in accusation. “I saw you shake the damn can.”

You gasp dramatically, pressing your palm flat on your chest. “I did no such thing!”

Toji rolls his eyes but his scarred lips quirk in a small smile, eyes sparkling in amusement. Your heart flutters in your chest, feeling giddy.

A blink and then Toji is swooping you off your feet, hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. You squeal, legs thrashing and accidentally kicking Toji’s stomach. A grunt escapes his lips and you start, stilling, your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you cringed in guilt.

“Caught you, you brat,” Toji says, voice still winded.

“Sorryyy,” you reply even though you can only see his toned back, your voice drawling out and not really sounding apologetic. He smacks your ass in response.

“Toji-san!”

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