theres a dad and son duo on a korean tv show and the baby’s name is Haru! he is so cute and chunky! his dad also reminds me of Gojo since he’s a bit childlike when playing with the baby
bestfriend!gojo bought you matching slippers. One pair is at your place, the other is at his. You’re always at his place anyway, and he’s always at yours. So now you’re walking around in giant slippers with claws.
bestfriend!gojo ’s always staring at you. You might just be scrolling through your phone, laughing and giggling, and then turn it toward him – only to find that his attention is already on you. His blue eyes are slightly hooded, focused on your face, a faint smile on his rosy lips.
bestfriend!gojo always notices your mood swings. If he sees that you’re responding too dry or haven’t been sending him enough memes, he orders you ur favorite food or something you’ve always wanted to try. Sometimes he even shows up at your place unannounced.
“Here, try mine,” he says, holding out chopsticks with spicy chicken toward you. You’re sitting on the floor of your room, your back against the bed. “Is it good?” he asks, wiping the sauce off your cheek with his thumb. “Uh-huh,” you nod contentedly.
Pleased with your answer, he moves closer to you, your arms pressed together.
bestfriend!gojo who’s after a night out with your girlfriends, picks you up in his car and drives you home. “My feet hurt, Toru,” you moaned pitifully as he helped you take off your heels.
bestfriend!gojo is used to your whims, so now he’s giving you a foot massage, sitting on the couch while you’re sprawled out with a satisfied smile. The muscles in his strong arms ripple in the dim light of the living room, his long fingers rub each of your toes. He presses his knuckles into the arch of your foot, which makes you purr. “You’re the best,” you drunkenly mutter. “I know,” he grins at your sleepy face.
The bottle of mayonnaise landed in the cart with a soft thud. Toji moved unhurriedly through the aisles of the supermarket near his place. For a Friday evening, the place was surprisingly quiet.
“…so cute!”. “He’s so hot!” whispered a group of women passing by. Toji chuckled – he was used to this reaction. His tall stature and impressive physique always attracted attention from women. But with Megumi it only made him stand out even more.
“The baby is so sweet…He looks just like his daddy,” the ladies giggled and cooed like a bunch of high schoolers. Sitting in his baby carrier, Megumi shrank under the attention and shyly hid his face in his chubby hands.
Megumi was getting bigger with each passing month –a fact that Toji would rather not think about. At eleven months, he could already take a few steps and say a couple of words besides “papa.” Even though it made his chest ache to see his tiny son grow up so fast, Toji couldn’t help but feel proud of every new little victory.
The week had been quiet difficult, so after standing by the shelf with beer, he decided to take a pack of four bottles at once. As they made their way to the veggie section, Megumi cooed, wiggling his little legs.
“Hmm?” Toji glanced down at his son. “Nanna!” Megumi said, pointing at the yellow fruit with a tiny finger. Toji playfully bit his son’s small fingers, making him giggle.
When they arrived home Toji had already put away all the groceries and made a late dinner for Megumi.
It had been a couple of months since Megumi switched to solid food, and usually Toji ate the same thing as him (he’s not one to cook two separate meals) or bought something for himself. But this time, he craved spicy homemade ramen.
After cutting the onions, Toji reached for a beer and took a big gulp. With his other hand, he seasoned the meat broth. Although he couldn’t claim to be a skilled cook, he had to learn to cook from a young age since no adult had ever cared with his food preferences when he was a child.
“Is everything alright ?” he asked, turning his head toward Megumi, who was chewing on rice porridge.
Looking up from his plate, Megumi glanced at his father and brought a peace of banana to his tiny mouth. Seeing his son’s messy cheeks, Toji chuckled and wiped the baby’s face with a napkin. Megumi scrunched up his nose and reached for his straw cup of water.
Toji hadn’t eaten since lunch, and his stomach rumbled in anticipation of dinner. Deciding on a quick snack, he took an onigiri from the fridge, sat down beside Megumi’s highchair, and peeled back the thin packaging. After biting off nearly half of the rice triangle, he sighed contentedly.
As he chewed, he felt the watchful gaze of his son’s green eyes.
“What?” he asked, turning to him and squinting slightly.
Megumi blinked, his gaze dropping once more to the onigiri in Toji’s hands.
“You want this?” Toji waved it lightly. Megumi nodded.
Toji brought the onigiri to the baby’s mouth, but just as the tiny lips parted, he pulled it away. As if bewitched, Megumi followed the onigiri with his head. Toji moved it to the other side again, teasing his son. Megumi whined, pouting his lips in frustration.
“Okay” Toji laughed and squeezed his son’s chubby cheek, and finally brought the onigiri to his mouth, letting him taste it. Megumi took a tiny bite with his baby four teeth. He smiled and chewed a few grains of rice.
Soon losing interest in his father’s food, he returned to his own meal, leaving Toji with a piece of drool-covered nori. Toji groaned, finished the onigiri in one bite, and patted his son’s messy hair.
this art inspired me to write this 🤭💖
more papa toji HERE!
hi guyss i missed you! here this little fluffy piece with papatoji and babygumi! Hope you enjoyed it! 😘 English isn’t my first language so there could be some grammar errors etc.
summary: dad!gojo trying to cheer his baby
genre: fluff🌷
dad!gojo x mom!reader
p.s Haru is still a baby. i didn’t specify his age but he’s still wittle (not toddler yet)
“No, give it to me,” Satoru said as he tried to unclench his son’s tiny fist. Haru’s small white eyebrows furrowed while he sniffed angrily and shook his head in protest.
March 8th—International Women’s Day. Although this day isn’t widely celebrated in Japan, Satoru believed it was still special. He always loved showering you with gifts and attention, and now he had another reason.
Earlier, he announced to his students that the day was off and there would be no lessons or missions. He responded to their joyful reaction with mock sadness, telling them not to miss him too much. In return, he received nothing but rolled eyes and stony expressions.
Later, you had lunch at home, and he prepared your bath with soapy water and soothing lavender oil.
Meanwhile, a delivery man arrived with a huge bouquet of flowers.
The bouquet was stunning—colorful and huge. Your son certainly appreciated it. His doe blue eyes lit up at the sight of the massive arrangement and the explosion of colors. And his tiny hands quickly grabbed one of the buds and refused to let go.
Unfortunately, one flower at the very edge had arrived crumpled, for which the courier apologized profusely.
Satoru, distracted, put it aside, completely forgetting about his son’s tenacious grip and endless baby curiosity.
“ Haru, be a good boy and give this to dad,” Gojo said sternly. He was worried about the naked stem, which had a few very sharp-looking thorns, now clenched in his son’s little hand.
Haru sensed the shift in his father’s tone and stopped his mischief. He looked up with wide, blinking blue eyes. His pink lips trembled, and he clutched the now thoroughly crumpled flower closer to his chest. A second later, the first tear appeared.
“Oh no, no, no!” Satoru muttered nervously. His heart clenched, and his hands reached out to scoop up his son’s small body.
“Don’t cry,” he murmured, kissing his son’s forehead and gently wiping away the tears from his flushed, chubby cheeks.
Haru always cried so softly and heartbreakingly that it nearly brought Satoru to tears every time.
“Your dad’s a fool, I’m sorry,” Satoru whispered affectionately, pressing his son’s face against his shoulder.
Still crying, Haru whimpered and clutched Satoru’s strong neck with his plump little arms, as if silently agreeing.
Suddenly, an idea sparked in Satoru’s mind.
Fresh from your shower and after applying body lotion, you heard your son’s bright giggle echoing through the house. Smiling and following the sound, you entered the living room—only for your heart to nearly stop at the sight before you.
Haru was flying. Flying!
“Satoru! What the hell?” you hissed angrily. “Put him down now!”
“Relax, sweets. Everything’s under control,” he replied confidently.
Still, he brought Haru closer, and you immediately snatched your son into your arms, feeling a brief moment of infinity before the comforting warmth of his little body settled against you.
Haru, unbothered, continued to giggle and babble happily.
“Happy Women’s Day!”
Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest.
Haru stretched out his unclenched fist, revealing the now hopelessly crumpled flower. His eyes sparkled mischievously, as if saying, This is for you mommy!
With the baby flying around the living room, you hadn’t even noticed the enormous bouquet of beautiful flowers. Your heart swelled with endless love for your boys.
“Oh, thank you, Haru,” you cooed, kissing your son’s nose and happily accepting his crumpled flower.
“And what about me? Hm?” Satoru whined, clearly unhappy about being left out.
You giggled, turning in his arms and pressing a kiss to his lips.
Satoru instantly smiled into the kiss, tightening his embrace around both of you and sighing contentedly.
hi everyone! Happy International Women’s Day! I know the history of this day and know that people in different parts of the world view it and spend this day differently. Where I come from, men often give flowers to women on this day. So, I decided to bring a similar scenario into my favorite Gojo family. k bye 😘
“That damn thing,” Toji muttered to himself as the stroller wheel got stuck in a small hole again.
The weather was surprisingly pleasant. What made it even better was that, after a series of morning rains, Toji had woken up not by a little brat but to a bright ray of sunlight on his face. Without thinking twice, he got Megumi ready after breakfast, and they headed for a walk in the park not far from home.
Large puddles had already vanished under the bright Tokyo sun, but the scent of last night’s rain still lingered in the air. Nice.
Toji pushed the hood of the stroller back a little further and checked Megumi’s feet. Almost ten months after his son’s birth but he still couldn’t quite believe he was a father. What did he even know about parenting? Or about children – especially little ones like his son?
Still, thanks to the kind advice of a nurse, he at least knew one thing: a baby’s feet could say a lot. Warm. Good.
Unable to resist, he tickled a tiny foot and was rewarded with a thin, delighted giggle from his son.
Megumi curiously watched the sky, his gaze following the occasional bird passing overhead. Toji had noticed that animals and birds always seemed to spark an unusual interest in his otherwise calm baby.
He decided to sit down on a bench and unbuckled the stroller strap, shifting Megumi from a reclining position to a sitting one. “Are you thirsty?” Megumi blinked. “Here.”
Toji wiped the water from his son’s chin with a finger, then gave his chubby cheek a gentle squeeze.
Gumi’s gaze shifted to Toji’s right. His doe-like green eyes lit up, and he let out a loud squeal.
“What?” Toji raised an eyebrow and glanced behind him. Megumi squealed again.
“What are you looking at?” Toji muttered, confused. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement among the yellowing leaves.
A squirrel scurried down the thick trunk of an oak tree and onto the ground. A very thick squirrel.
Plump legs kicked excitedly, his whole body radiating joy at the sight of the little animal.
The sudden noise sent the squirrel rustling through the leaves, darting away.
Megumi’s lips pouted in disappointment. But a second later, the squirrel cautiously reemerged from its hiding place, staring at the baby.
Toji took his son in his arms and sat him on his lap. Immediately, Megumi stretched his arms toward the small creature. The squirrel hesitated, took a few careful steps toward them, then suddenly darted closer—jumping onto the bench and freezing in place.
Gumi reached out his hand, and the squirrel responded by tucking its tiny paws close to its chest, touching his finger with its little nose.
“Damn, that’s a fat squirrel.”
As if sensing no danger, it climbed onto Toji’s lap, inching even closer to the little boy.
Megumi was overjoyed by the attention, laughing as the squirrel’s fluffy tail tickled his neck.
Watching the scene unfold, Toji couldn’t help but smile. He pressed a kiss to the top of his son’s head.
It really was a pleasant day.
hi guys im back!!!😊
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summary: satoru being menace nothing new
genre: fluff obviously
dad!gojo x mom!reader and ur 6 month old son 👶
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All the problems in your life begin with two words: Boredom and Satoru.
Haru watched Satoru with a cheeky smile. After adjusting the camera, Gojo began unpacking the box.
“Dad got you something,” he exclaimed excitedly.
One day, he saw a video of a child reacting to a talking cactus and decided he had to buy one for his son, but then he forgot about it. Yesterday, however, he got bored at work. While his students argued over something, he was scrolling through his phone and came across the video he had saved. Of course, he immediately ordered the toy online.
He set the cactus up, pressed the button, and placed it in front of the baby.
Your son reached out to touch the toy, exclaiming, “Eeek!”
Eeek!
The sweet smile faded from his chubby face as he shuddered and backed away.
Satoru chuckled at his son's reaction, and the cactus mimicked the sound. Suddenly, the room filled with crying. Haru, who had been trying to stay brave, edged even further away from the toy, his eyes fixed on it the entire time.
You and Satoru exchanged surprised glances.
Amused by his son’s reaction, Satoru couldn’t hold back a laugh. His voice, distorted by the toy, echoed through the room, making the frightened Haru turn toward you. Still crying, he quickly crawled in your direction.
Your evil husband continued to tease his son, grabbing the toy and walking toward you both.
You opened your arms and placed the baby on your lap. “Oh, my poor baby, are you scared?” you cooed softly. The cactus mimicked your words, and Haru shuddered in your arms.
Satoru was laughing silently, covering his face with one hand. “Oh my God, I can’t!” he exclaimed, choking on his laughter.
Meanwhile, Haru’s cries only grew louder.
You kept stroking your son's back, trying to soothe him, though you couldn’t help but crack a grin. “Satoru, that’s enough! You’re scaring him—turn it off!” you said firmly.
Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, Gojo finally composed himself.
When he glanced at Haru, still crying, he noticed the little boy had buried his face in your neck. Quiet sobs and tiny hands clutching your shirt made Satoru’s smile fade.
“Okay, baby, Papa’s sorry. Look, I turned it off—see?” he said gently.
Haru pressed his chubby cheek against your shoulder, his hiccups breaking the silence. His damp white eyelashes fluttered a few times as he cautiously glanced at Gojo, then shifted his gaze to the green toy in his father’s big palms.
“See? It’s all right,” Satoru said softly, his tone soothing. He moved closer and held out his hands toward his son.
Haru hesitated for a moment before reaching out to his dad, his lips forming a small pout. Gojo gently wrapped his arms around him, brushing away the tears still streaming down his cheeks with a careful finger.
“Now Papa feels bad,” Satoru murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Haru’s rosy cheek.
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he added, planting more kisses on his son’s tear-streaked face.
You rested your head on Satoru's strong shoulder and whispered conspiratorially, “Your dad is such a fool, right? Let’s punish him and eat all his sweets?"
As if he understood what you were saying, your son cooed.
"Hey!" Satoru exclaimed.
You reached out and lightly touched Haru’s tiny nose.
“Boop,” you said softly. Haru’s lips curled into a small smile.
“Boop,” you repeated, smiling back.
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Haru stared warily at the three cactus toys in front of him. Even though he had mostly overcome his fear since their first encounter, and he almost didn’t cry. Almost. Clearly, this toy wasn’t his favorite.
He crawled closer to Satoru, his wary eyes never leaving the green toys.
Gojo, of course, thought he was incredibly funny and couldn’t resist ordering a couple more of the same toys. But hey, don’t rush to judge him. He just wanted his beloved son to overcome his fears. Or at least that’s the excuse he had been rehearsing in his head—since, after all, you didn’t know about the purchase yet.
He patted his son gently on the back and started, “Remember, my son, the best way to destroy your enemy is to make th–.”
please be a sweetheart and leave a comment it means the world to me and keeps me motivated
this piece might look a little clumsy and weird i just didn’t write for a minute and i forgot how to do it and i forgot english too😞. but it was in my drafts and maybe some of yall missed my baby Haru so here we go. anyway i hope u liked it!!!
Gojo bringing haru the famous talking cactus and it could either scare the crap outta him or like it I just know he'd be crawling away and his dad be chasing him with the damned cactus😭
Hi! Do you take requests for dad!gojo? Your writing of dad!gojo with baby haru is one of the best I ever read and I always look forward to it 🤍 I absolutely love it so much 🥹
Satoru looked away from the phone and glanced at his son. He rubbed his still-closed eyes with tiny fists. Gojo expected crying, but his baby just sighed.
Your son almost always woke up without fuss, greeting you or Satoru with his sweet smile. But lately, he’s been crying more often during that fine line between the sweet remnants of sleep and waking up. Teething is to blame.
Satoru turned to his side, placed his large palm on Haru’s plump belly, and slowly stroked it. "Papa’s here."
Although Gojo always sulks when the little boy sleeps (since his baby is so cute and he always wants to play with him), there have been times when he accidentally woke Haru during naps because he kissed and poked his chubby son too hard. You always scold him for that.
But now he understands that his little one sleeps restlessly, so he tries to protect his light sleep.
Lost in thought, Gojo didn’t notice any movement beside him until he felt tiny fingers wrapping around his much larger one.
Haru turned his head and smiled sweetly, revealing dimples on his flushed cheeks.
"Hi, baby! Did you have a good nap?"
Your son stretched his short arms, then rolled onto his stomach, smiling shyly. Gojo pulled him closer, supporting his back. Sitting next to him, Haru rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned. Gojo kissed his son’s soft tummy.
Haru moved even closer to his father, rubbing his chubby cheek against Gojo's like a kitten.
"Aww, my baby!"
Your husband definitely passed on the gene for the love of physical contact to his boy.
Satoru cooed, "I missed you too! Now tell Papa, what dreams did you have? Was Mama there?" Haru babbled as if answering the question.
When you said you gave birth to an exact copy of Gojo, you weren't even kidding. Besides the identical appearance, your son was just as talkative as his papa.
Gojo lay on his back and put his son on top. Haru reached out his hands to Papa's face and patted his cheeks while giggling. Satoru wiped the drool from his rosy lips and stroked his soft cheek.
"You're the most precious baby in the whole world," Gojo cooed.
summary: satoru trying to help his son to learn how to roll over
genre: fluff, domestic life
warnings: none
dad!gojo x mom!reader
“Here we go, buddy.” Sitting on the floor in Haru’s nursery, Gojo gently laid his son on his belly. The baby started to wiggle his short legs while looking at the colorful animals printed on the mattress.
Satoru began to gently massage the baby’s small back. Using rubbing motions with his hands, he drew a line from the shoulders to the lower back. In response, Haru started babbling.
The contrast between your son's small back and Gojo's large hands looked comical. Watching this, you giggled.
As first-time parents, you are always learning and seeking new information, whether from books or various websites.
Recently, you caught Satoru watching a tutorial video. "Massage helps strengthen the back muscles and aids in digestion," said the woman in the video about helping your baby learn to roll over.
Satoru continued with the same gentle movements of his thumbs, drawing lines in opposite directions as he moved lower.
When he finished, he turned the baby onto his back and said in a mock-serious voice, "Now the real training begins. This time, don’t expect any mercy."
Your 4-month-old boy showed his gummy smile, and unable to resist, Satoru kissed his son’s round cheek.
Your husband took Haru's short legs and lifted them into the air, directing them towards his tummy. Then he lowered them down and repeated the movement again.
You were lying next to them on your side, resting your hand under your head and watching the scene with a broad smile. “By the way, Toru, Megumi texted me and said they’ve arrived.”
Megumi and his friends went to summer camp for a few weeks. When he first told you about this plan, both you and Gojo were surprised, as Megumi isn’t very social and prefers spending time alone.
So, his decision to attend summer camp delighted both of you. “I’m glad he’s opening up and coming out of his shell,” you said.
“They’re good kids,” Gojo added.
“There's a great spot nearby that sells some awesome strawberry Swiss rolls. I should get him to bring some home.”
You watches him simultaneously lifting the little boy by his arms and placing him in a sitting position. Satoru read somewhere that such activities strengthen the baby’s muscles and help them learn to roll over independently.
“There you go, little one.” As he turned Haru onto his back, Satoru tickled the baby’s neck, making him wiggle.
Next, your husband, carefully supporting the baby’s side, flipped him onto his tummy and then back onto his back, repeating the action once more.
For the last time, Gojo exaggeratedly sighed and, in a playful manner, said, “Good job, buddy. You did great.” He praised his son. “Now tell me, where did you get your athleticism from, hmm?”
You giggled. “You, my little Swiss roll.” Gojo tickled the baby’s belly and blew raspberries, causing Haru to wiggle and giggle.
Satoru decided to spare the baby and pulled away with a big smile. “Okay, now which book do you want to read today?”
He flipped Haru back onto his tummy and stood up while you gently stroked the baby’s back.
Gojo chose a book and lay down on the other side of Haru. He opened the first page and placed the colorful interactive book in front of his son, encouraging him to explore it.
You stretched your left arm out and accidentally pressed a toy, which squeaked “meow.”
This distracted Haru from the book, and he turned his head toward you. Unable to find the source of the sound, he tucked his right arm underneath himself and, lifting his plump left thigh, ended up on his back.
You and Gojo looked at each other in shock, questions in your eyes. “Did you see that?” your lips stretched into identical smiles. “Oh, my baby, what a good boy. Can you do that again, hmm?” You both began to shower your chubby little one with kisses, eliciting his laughter and making his cheeks rosy.
While you all cuddled together, praising your little one, you locked eyes with Satoru. Despite the genuine joy for your son’s first victory, you saw the reflection of your own thoughts in his eyes: Don’t grow up too fast, son.
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