WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THIS SOONER? We All Know Baby Megumi Is A Menace And Toji Is A Potty Mouth. I Can

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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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.

. . . . . . . . .

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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Ok but toji picking you up from college in his motorcycle and hes wearing a leather jacket ugh i cant

Omgggg yesss >>

Cw: fluff, kisses, pet names, reader is in college, toji has a motorcycle

Hes always waiting for you, leant back against the black and silver scope of the bike, holding his black helmet you've decorated with cute stickers while your pink one rests on the leather of the seat.

When you come bustling out of the auditorium you're running to him, your school bag swinging as you leap into Toji's open arms.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy!" He chuckles, petting a large hand over your head as he leans down to press a soft peck to your lips, "how was school?"

Toji hands you your helmet, helping you put it on as you look around at the surrounding college students.

"S'okay," you shrugged, yawning a bit when Toji taps the top of your helmet downwards a tad

Toji nods at that, picking you up and placing you onto the seat of the bike before sitting down in front of you.

"Gotcha' something," he smiles and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he rummages through the motorcycle's baggage compartment.

You link your arms around his waist excitedly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he turns slightly to hand you a Hello Kitty peep.

With a smile, you gasp, taking the packaged sweet from him with a kiss to his cheek, "thankyou so much, Toji!" You stare at the cutely designed treat in awe before slipping it into your bag.

"Anything fr'you, cutie." He smirks, kissing you before starting up the engine of the bike.

The thundering rumble of the engine sends a warm chill up your spine, urging you to link your arms around Toji's waist once more, to which he pets your forearm gently before pulling out of your college's parking lot.

pretty. || fushiguro megumi.

↠ pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader

↠ words: 2.3k // warning: megumi melt mush prepare yourself

↠ synopsis: the three ways you find megumi pretty and the three ways you find out you like him and he likes you. (OR reader just staring at megumi’s eyelashes, hands, and mouth 🥹 and megumi going from 😐 to 😵‍💫🤭🫤)

↠ tags: fluff, v fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight crack at end

↠ a/n: (1) this fic is just me going on about how pretty megumi is sorry not sorry (2) i haven't written in a while/consistently hopefully this is coherent

fushiguro megumi is pretty.

pretty, pretty, pretty.

he is pretty in many and in all ways to you, but he is prettiest in three.

i. his hands are pretty.

the breeze that stirs the grass feels almost as light as your feet on the ground as you twist and turn to avoid being hit.

megumi is relentless with his attacks, and it is all you can do to avoid his shikigami. nue erupts into shadow just as you jump to attack it, and you land at megumi’s feet gracelessly, chin a millimeter from his boots and back hoisted into the air clumsily.

megumi’s brown boots recede from your vision and in their place appears his hand. for some reason, you stare.

well, no, not for some reason. megumi’s hands have always caught your eye. not in like a creepy, hand fetish kinky sort of way, but rather, because they look so contradictory to megumi as a whole. fushiguro megumi looks ot be anything but gentle, or careful, but his hands are exactly that. lithe fingers, soft nails, a considerate touch.

your eyes stray to his hands more than you would like. when he leans over to your desk and raps his knuckles on your table, signalling you to pay attention, you can’t help but think about how it would feel if those knuckles were trailing the skin of your cheek. when he waves you over, fingers swaying lightly, you can’t help but envision how his fingers would feel wrapped around your own. when he flicks yuuji’s forehead, fingers jutting out and retracting so fast you almost miss the movement, your mind can’t help but conjure up an image of megumi flicking those fingers in areas he maybe shouldn’t be flicking them in (okay so maybe you’re a little hand-kink-fetish-y but you blame it on the cursed energy constantly surrounding the school—hormones and feelings and pretty dark-haired boys have nothing to do with it).

megumi snaps his fingers in front of your face, and unfolds his hand. you grunt unintelligibly as you push yourself up and curl your fingers into your own. megumi pulls you up swiftly, and you only get to revel in the feel of his warm hand in yours before he yanks it away.

“why are you making a face like that?” megumi raises an eyebrow as you dust off your uniform, flicking away strands of wet grass and random clods of dirt.

“like what?”

“like the face todo makes when itadori runs away from him.”

“i am not making such a mopey face!”

“i’m literally looking at it right now. your face is all mushed up and your lips are pursed all weird.”

“fushiguro, you—!” you shove at his shoulder, and he catches your hand and does that weird curve of his lips that’s somewhere between a smirk and a smile, and your heart catapults in your chest, and oh no.

oh no is all you can think as megumi brings your hands down, letting go slowly.

oh no is all you can think as you start walking to school, warm digits brushing against your side.

oh no is all you can think as fushiguro megumi leads his way to the school and walks his way into your heart.

ii. his frown is pretty.

fushiguro megumi looks pretty when he smiles, but he looks prettier still when he frowns.

that’s what makes him special, you think, because he can make even a frown look as pretty as a smile.

maybe it’s that he’s always frowning a little, and maybe it’s because you like him, but his frown is just so pretty to you.

sometimes, you do things on purpose to make him frown.

when you hop on to yuuji’s back as yuuji jumps from tree to tree. a test of endurance, he calls it. megumi is on standby with nue in case the two of you fall and he frowns as you jump up onto yuuji and his arms come up under your legs. part of you hopes megumi is frowning because part of him is uncomfortable with yuuji carrying you like this (maybe jealous?), but part of you knows it is probably because the two of you are doing “dangerously stupid dumb shit,” as he put it. still, once you make it through in one piece, megumi tugs you a little farther away from yuuji and closer to him, and your heart does its catapulting again.

when gojo-sensei clowns around with you. which is almost always. you are the one who indulges him from time (he buys icecream after!!), and megumi hates it. gojo-sensei is always prattling on about something or the other, an arm swung around your shoulders as he guides you to the nearest konbini. he keeps on looking back though, and smirking, and you’re 99% sure it’s megumi because gojo-sensei loves to press his buttons. (you look behind once, quickly, and all you see are shadows like wild black strands.)

when you’re on missions and you always volunteer to go headfirst into danger, though megumi wants you to standby as support. it’s not that he knows you’re not capable (the incident when you moved into the dorms proves you more than fully competent). it’s that you know he only protects the people he cares about. and somewhere along the way, you had fallen into that category (the thought makes you warm). so you know why he wants you to stay behind. but you also make sure he knows why you can’t. because you also want to protect the people you love, and he is very securely in that list. and when you tell him this, not in those exact words, and he frowns and looks away, his nose red, tells you to stay near and stay safe, you think that’s when you realize how much you like fushiguro megumi.

iii. his eyelashes are pretty.

class with gojo-sensei is, quite frankly, a nightmare.

he’s all over the place, a twenty-eight year old bundle of boundless energy and annoying jokes. by the time class ends, you are too mentally exhausted with the chore of sifting important information from his rambling to think about anything other than the long, warm nap you’re going to take in the afternoon sun.

swinging the classroom door shut behind you, you yawn loudly as yuuji and nobara rumble past you. the latter is dragging the former down the hall, excitedly chattering about her next shopping conquests while yuuji throws out a confused or surprised “huh????” every two minutes.

you slog along behind them and just before they take a left to the exit, nobara elbows yuuji and both turn around and grin largely, holding their thumbs up.

you make your own “huh????” face and nobara snorts as yuuji clamps a hand over his mouth and they run off to the exit together, both chortling over something that will no doubt land you in trouble later on.

eyebrows twitching, feeling like an extremely large burden has settled itself on your shoulders, you trudge on, clueless to the hesitant footsteps that follow you.

having slept only four hours the night before (catching up to the attack on titan manga takes work!), your vision blurs as sleep-induced tears line your eyes. deciding to just push open the first door you see, you reason it should be fine since megumi is nowhere to be seen, nobara and yuuji are off planning your demise, gojo-sensei’s room is far away, and only first-years reside on this floor, so fuck it.

you ram your shoulder into the first door to your right, and the moment it swings open, you take two, three steps forward and promptly collapse on the bed.

and then you’re dead asleep, unaware of the the actual owner of the room standing behind you, red blanketing his cheeks.

when you wake up, the first thing you think is, oh my god wtf why does my bed smell so nice?

you’re lying on your front, hair covering your eyes so that all you can see is dark black and the white of the bed covers. and eyelashes, fluttering softly. they look pretty. and fluttery.

and wait, why can you see eyelashes? why are there eyelashes in your room?? eyelashes that definitely, probably aren’t yours??

you press two fingers to your eye roughly, wincing as you almost jab your eye, but no, yeah, your eyelashes are. right. there.

so what the hell are eyelashes doing near your bed??

if this is some weird sort of curse with pretty eyelashes, that is just wrong and it will die for daring to have eyelashes longer than yours.

you inch back slowly, lifting a hand to push your hair out of the way, careful not to disturb whatever thing is on your bed.

that thing, as your vision becomes unobstructed, turns out to be the prettiest human being you have ever laid eyes on.

fushiguro megumi’s head is somehow slanted across your bed, resting on one arm as the other dangles somewhere below the bed—in what looks to be a very uncomfortable position which means you should probably wake him (but not before taking a picture)—and he is sound asleep.

before you can melt into mush at the sight before you, a thought occurs.

what the hell is fushiguro megumi doing in your room??

a picture of two dogs catches your eye, and shock drums in your heart as you slowly observe your surroundings.

this is…not your room at all. this is megumi’s room! megumi’s bed??? megumi’s smell????

you feel like a fangirl embarrassingly, but you have quite literally died and gone to heaven.

you lie back down slowly, on your side, and close your eyes as you breathe in the clean, nice smell imbued in the bed covers. megumi’s smell.

megumi smells like the word “breeze.” he smells like cool mist and sun-soaked almonds and the faintest hints of wildflowers.

wistfully, you sigh and open your eyes.

megumi’s sleeping face greets you and a smile traces a path across your cheeks, unbidden.

megumi looks so soft. his eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones as he breathes quietly, and your heart thumps in quick succession.

the same softness you see in megumi’s face swirls up inside you. you want to hug him or see him smile or just curl your fingers in his.

you want to kiss that space where his eyelashes meet his cheek so badly.

and maybe it’s because you’re still drowsy from sleep, or drowsy on affection, but you place a hand near megumi’s, and lean forward and press a kiss as soft as the boy in front of you. one to his left cheekbone, and one to his right.

just as you’re drawing back, those eyelashes flit against skin and megumi’s eyes open.

he slides his eyes open so smoothly it’s like they’ve been open all this time.

navy blue pools.

your mind is blank, so blank, and all you can think is pretty, so pretty, i want to just hold him, i like him too much, i want to kiss him, he’s so cute, i wish we could stay like this.

“stay pretty.”

the minute you realize what you’ve said, your face burns and the alarm system in your brain is ringing so loud you’re sure everyone within a twenty-mile radius can hear.

oh god, if gojo-sensei walks in, you will literally throw yourself off a roof.

“i will.” megumi nods, almost automatically, and then his face catches on fire.

and now there are two fools caught on fire staring at each other, and the room is burning.

neither of you know what to say, but maybe neither of you need to say anything. your nose is a centimeter from megumi’s and you don’t know which of you shifts forward but then you’re pressed against each other. and his mouth is on yours and his eyelashes are gliding against your skin and his hand is on yours. and you really are on fire in this cool, dusky, mist-scented room.

every press of megumi’s mouth to yours overwrites your brain with thoughts of i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you, i like you.

you pull apart, and megumi’s expression is as soft as it was in sleep, something you didn’t think you’d see while he was awake.

and as you stare at this soft, pretty, dark-haired, quietly loud boy in front of you, you can only think of one thing to say.

“i like you.”

megumi’s expression doesn’t waver.

“me too.”

“you like yourself too?”

“shut up, (l/n). you know that’s not what i meant.” he frowns that pretty cross between a pout and a scowl, and you smile as you lean forward to kiss it away.

fushiguro megumi is prettiest when he is kissing you.

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bonus:

kugisaki nobara is nothing if not observant.

“that’s what you like to think, though. i don’t think that’s true.” yuuji is instantly smacked, and he whines as nobara marches him along to (name)’s room.

the room is empty, and the bed doesn’t look like it’s been slept in. or made. the covers are haphazardly thrown off and a whirlwind of objects makes its presence known in the room.

“must be from this morning when (l/n) was late.”

“when is (l/n) not late? c’mon, let’s ask megumi if he knows where she is.”

nobara marches yuuji down the hall again, and he follows obediently as she slams megumi’s door open. nobara shrieks, loud, and yuuji slides into her in his haste to see what’s wrong.

when yuuji sees what she’s looking at, his own shocked scream fills the hallway.

megumi’s hand is on your face, and yours are curled around the collar of his uniform, and your lips are dark.

“i knew it!! god, i told you, yuuji, i have an eye for these things!”

“fushiguro, are you DEFILING (l/n)????!!!!”

“i’ll kill you, itadori.”

“kugisaki, if you were rooting for me, why did you come in?!”

“hell yeah!! yaga owes me 300 yen, SCORE!”

“GOJO-SENSEI WHAT THE HELL??”

Forever My Girl| Toji

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Afab! Reader

Synopsis: this is your last time with toji. an inevitable end, but it hurts more than either of you expected it to.

Warnings: 18+, smut (penetration, oral f and m receiving, dry humping, mentions of breeding), swearing, angst

“What do you mean you’re leaving?”

Toji sets the bottle that he had just chugged down onto the coffee table in front of him, taking his time to answer you as he reclines back into the cushions of the couch. 

“I mean exactly what I said. I’m gonna go,” he says, sighing through his nose while avoiding your gaze. “For good this time.” 

He always had a habit of leaving, usually suddenly and without warning for which he eventually explained it was for work. What work it was, he never told you and your intuition made you think it would be best to not pry. 

The fact that he bothered to sit you down and tell you explicitly that he’s going away makes you certain he is telling the truth, as well as the fact that he seems to care for you. 

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suna rintarou is a dork. he uncontrollably laughs and snorts at funny videos; head tilting all the way back, with arms wrapping around his stomach, gasping for air. he spams his private stories with memes and sends you twice as many throughout the day. he enjoys riding the carousel at amusement parks and sticks his middle finger at the camera when you try to sneak a video of him. he steals some of your fries thinking he’s slick, when really, you catch him every time. he seems indifferent about your kisses but is addicted to them and is just too ashamed to ask for more. he sporadically acts extra clingy, making a pouty face then saying “gimme kiss” while slowly making his way to where you’re sitting. he absolutely loves it when he lays on your lap while you play with his hair, and then makes a >:( face when you suddenly stop. rintarou is a dork, especially around you.

another repost from my old blog oops. 🫣 i swear I have new works in my drafts that I’ll post next week hehe