#dad toji

[t0jisbunny]

crying in husband!toji’s strong arms ♡

"mama’s crying!" megumi says, poking toji’s knee as he sits lazily on the couch after a long day at work. toji ruffles megumi’s hair, standing up almost instantly. "wait here, kid. be back soon."

toji heads towards the bedroom, hearing your muffled cries the closer he gets. "baby?" he calls out, finding you curled up on the bed, sobbing into the pillows. your husband perches next to you, rubbing your back soothingly with one large hand. "what’s the matter, princess?"

you choke on a sob as you try to speak, quickly giving up and burying your face back into the pillow below you that’s wet from your endless tears. "s’okay, just let it out, yeah?" toji coos, making his voice as quiet and gentle as he knows how. he lays down next to you, gathering you in his arms. you melt against him, tears still pouring down your face, wetting his shirt.

he just holds you there in his strong arms, anchoring you, letting you cry for as long as you need. he strokes your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "what’s got my wife cryin’ like this, huh? too damn pretty for all these tears."

for the first time all day, you smile, still sobbing, feeling your husband squeeze you tighter. "megs is worried about ya’, and so am i," toji adds, threading his fingers through your hair. you manage to say a few words, voice quiet and hoarse. "it’s stupid. can i just stay here a while?"

"can stay here as long as y’need, baby," toji reassures you. he cradles you like something fragile, gentle with every touch, every word — something he’d learned with time.

his hand continues to stroke slowly down your hair, soothing you until your breathing steadies. "good girl, there ya’ go," he praises, completely unbothered by your tears soaking his shirt, your messy hair and blotchy face…

all that matters to him right now is that you feel safe and comfortable.

when your sobs finally quieten, almost inaudible, you pull away from your husband’s chest an inch, looking up at him with glassy eyes. "feel better?" he asks, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

before you can answer, a little voice chimes in. "mama are you okay?" megumi says, trying to climb up onto the bed, receiving help from toji who hoists him up with his free hand. "yeah, i’m fine, come here," you smile, hugging him as he settles against his dad’s chest — a seemingly very popular location.

toji drapes one arm around you, one around his son, holding you both tightly. he knew he’d be stuck in this position for a while, pinned against the bed by the only two people he loves. not that he minded. secretly, he enjoyed being needed like this.

you press a kiss to toji’s firm chest, smiling faintly to yourself. it takes no time at all for megumi to fall asleep, dreaming peacefully, safe in his father’s arms. you soon follow, exhausted from crying.

once you’re both sound asleep, toji reaches over, turning off the lamp beside him. careful he doesn’t wake you both, he mumbles under his breath.

"how’d i get so damn lucky."

a/n; something from drafts while i recover #help

masterlist <3

[t0jisbunny]

husband!toji puts you in air jail! ꒰♡

your husband has some… unique methods when it comes to disciplining megumi.

for example, he’ll often tell megumi there’s monsters under his bed when he misbehaves, or that if he doesn’t eat his veggies he’ll ‘never be as strong as daddy.’

but your personal favourite, when megumi was being particularly difficult? air jail.

toji will pick him up the back of his shirt, raising him up effortlessly until his little legs are dangling a metre from the floor. megumi complains, crossing his arms and pouting, not even bothering to try and escape toji’s grasp.

"you done being a little shit?" toji asks, raising an eyebrow. megumi usually gives in, nodding with a faint pout on his face until he’s put back down.

toji ruffles megumi’s hair as he scuttles away, watching you giggle to yourself in the doorway nearby.

it was funny until it was your turn.

tonight, toji had no idea what to do about your attitude. usually, he just fucks you until you forget what you were mad about in the first place, but he was certain that wouldn’t fix the problem this time.

"you’re bein’ ridiculous, baby. just tell me what’s wrong instead of actin’ like our five year old son," toji says, following you into your shared bedroom, door being slammed against him as he tries to enter.

you grit your teeth. "go away, toji. you know exactly why i’m upset. you’ve only gone and made it worse by comparing me to a child."

"i ain’t a mind reader, doll. use your words," your husband responds, irritating you further by now also talking to you like you’re a kid.

you huff, rolling your eyes. "i said go away."

lost for ideas, toji ponders until he comes up with the perfect solution for his bratty wife, closing the distance between you.

"yeah? you wanna act like a kid, i’ll treat y’like one." that’s all toji says before suddenly gripping your waist with two large hands, picking you up so that your face is level with his, pinning you against the wall nearby with ease.

you slap his chest a few times, weakly, squirming in your husband’s grasp as he simply holds you against the wall. you don’t say anything, just struggle until you eventually give in.

"gonna stop bein’ a brat now and tell me what’s up?" he asks, a slight smirk growing on his stupidly handsome face.

you hate that you’re enjoying this. you also hate that it’s working.

"…you ate the last of the cookies," you say quietly, quickly realising how idiotic you sound — although you’d been thinking of eating that cookie all damn day.

toji scoffs. “so i’ll buy you more. problem solved."

you both turn your heads as you hear the patter of little feet, megumi standing in the doorway. he smiles instantly.

"mama’s in air jail!" he laughs, pointing at you. you smile back, playfully sticking your tongue out at the five year old.

toji turns back to look at you. "yeah, she is.”

"are you gonna put her down?" megumi asks, jumping up onto your bed nearby like the sight was free entertainment — his mother motionless in the air, held up by his big brute of a father.

"i’ll put mama down when she apologises," toji says, looking at you expectantly, knowing you won’t refuse the opportunity to set a good example for megumi.

you sigh quietly, knowing toji had won. "fine. i’m sorry. i overreacted."

toji leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before setting you back down on the floor, towering over you once again.

"atta girl.”

a/n; i had this idea like a week ago and HAD to write it LMAOOO (me next toji) also might do a sukuna version question mark

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[t0jisbunny]

telling olderbf!toji you’re pregnant! (sfw / fluff)

you’re sat impatiently on the closed lid of the toilet, clutching your phone tightly as you watch the timer go down.

you had to be pregnant, right?

all the signs were there — sore breasts, morning sickness, increased sense of smell… besides, you and toji hadn’t used protection in weeks.

with toji being older, you had no idea whether he even wanted any more kids. sure, you’d discussed it a couple times, but that was a lot different to the real deal.

lost in your thoughts, the timer goes off, reminding you that within a few seconds, your whole life could change.

shakily, you stand up, taking the test in your hand that you’d left on the bathroom counter. with a deep breath, you allow yourself to look at the results.

pregnant.

you cover your mouth with your hand, conflicting emotions cycling through your mind. then, you hear a loud knock at the door.

"doll, you in there?" your older boyfriend booms, seemingly home early from work.

you clutch the test in your hand, trying to steady your breathing, "y-yeah, i’m here. just um- give me a second," you respond.

toji notices everything — especially the tone of your voice. so of course, he doesn’t leave. "open the door, can tell somethin’ is off."

knowing there was no escaping this, you open the door, hiding the pregnancy test in your hand. toji steps through, immediately placing his hands on you hips. "y’okay?" he asks.

you swallow, hard.

unable to hold back any longer, you begin to sob, passing toji the positive pregnancy test.

it’s not that you didn’t want a baby. you did — you just didn’t completely know if toji felt the same. would this end your relationship? would he see you differently?

"…pregnant, huh?" he says, voice steady and flat.

you sob more, looking at toji as tears trickle down your cheeks, waiting for him to say something, tell you how he feels.

then, after deafening silence, he smiles, gathering you in his arms and spinning you around happily.

"don’t cry, sweetheart. y’just made me the happiest man on earth," he says, kissing you tenderly.

you kiss him back before pulling away, the tears beginning to stop. "you’re not… mad?" you sniffle.

toji furrows his brows, a confused expression appearing on his face.

"mad? course m’not mad," he says, holding you in his arms, already imagining what having a little family with you will be like.

you smile in relief, kissing him again, both hands cupping his cheeks. "you’re gonna be a dad! … again!" you exclaim.

toji chuckles, setting you down on the bathroom counter, stepping in between your legs. "yeah, and you’re gonna look real sexy when you’re pregnant," he grins.

you shove at his chest playfully, "shut up."

you love it really. you love all of it — overwhelmed, scared and happy all at the same time.

but as long as toji was by your side, you knew it’d be okay.

[bambidooobidoo]

bedtime stories with papa toji and baby megumi <3

'.....when dawn broke. he stirred awake, looked out through the window and gasped in shock. The beans his mother had thrown out in the garden had sprouted and grown into a tall and huge beanstalk. It reached all the way to the clouds.....'

you read the lines of the story. baby megumi staring curiously at the colourful pictures. he sat in between your legs, limbs stretched out, green socks protecting his feet from chill air. black strands messy, freshly bathed and ready to sleep.

when you were pregnant with megumi you had developed a habit of reading books a loud during lazy quite afternoons, or before heading to bed. wondering if your baby could ever his mama narrating out the stories for him.

when megumi was born you used to read him stories during nap time. he wouldn't understand most of the words coming out of your mouth, but he loved staring at the pictures, and listening to your calm voice as you read.

every night he bought you a new picture book from the shelf holding the book out towards you, both arms raised up as his tiny fingers held the book tightly.

you loved this little habit he had started, he'd sit in between your legs on the bed or snuggled up beside you as you read.

your husband had finished showering off his daily stress and had set into his pajamas now laying on the bed scrolling through his messages. the lamp lighting up the bedroom in a warm hue.

'......the ground began to shake. The old lady hurries Jack to hide behind the stove, when he hears a monstrous cry. Fee, fi, fo, fum. He sees the giant sit on the chair-'

"dada!" megumi gushes pointing his finger at the cartoon picture of a giant.

"dada" he repeats joyfully tapping the picture.

you snicker, letting out a chuckle, as you agree with your son.

"yes, baby it is dada"

toji who had been trying to fall asleep grunts in his sleep, clearly awake and listening. he settles himself on his elbow, half laying as he peeks in the book to see what your son was gushing at.

he lets out a snicker. megumi looks up at toji, big eyes staring at him. he giggles, stretching his arm out towards toji.

"dada!"

"mhhmm it's me kid." toji places a kiss on his forehead, he had sat up now, snuggling closer to you arms drapped around you and megumi.

you chuckled and continued reading the story as your two boys curled up in a quiet comfort. the dim lamp illuminating the pages of the book. all safe and comfy in your quite hideout. <3

divider by- @cursed-carmine

[annazstuffs]

I tried to make my first imagine about dad!Toji.

Don't expect much I still don't know how to write about him so.. I don't know if I'm gonna do as much as I do dad!gojo.

Check in my 2nd account:

Dad!Toji gives a surprise to Megumi.

[lemonlover1110]

“You need a bath,” Toji huffs when he’s handed baby Megumi. The baby drools, making a worse mess than what he’s already made. He’s covered in mushy peas, mango juice and milk– The baby just about eats anything in his way. In the baby’s defense, he’s just like his father. 

“Do that then, while I make dinner,” you answer, and Toji shoots a dirty look in the baby’s way. Megumi shoots a gummy smile in Toji’s direction, almost making the man’s heart melt. Still, he manages to remain stoic. Toji takes him, letting you walk away.

Toji smells the top of the baby’s head, scrunching up his nose. The facial expression remains, when he puts the baby at a distance. Toji looks at Megumi with furrowed brows, and Megumi looks back with a smile. 

“You stink, buddy,” Toji says, as if the baby could say something back. Though Megumi does answer in his own way, giggling at his father’s words. Toji tilts his head, perplexed by the reaction. “That’s not funny, buddy.”

Yet another giggle. Toji has not said anything that should incite a reaction like this from Megumi, yet the baby is giggling. Toji doesn’t necessarily think he’s very funny, but it seems that Megumi would beg to differ. 

While Toji doesn’t necessarily express himself, he does love to hear the baby’s laugh. Though he’s stinky and desperately needs a bath, Toji still blows a raspberry on the baby's belly, trying to incite more laughter from his baby boy. It works, making Megumi laugh out of his mind. 

“You’re giggly today,” Toji comments as Megumi continues to laugh. It's the cutest sound that has graced his ears thus far. Toji fights back on smiling as he stares back at Megumi. Fighting back a smile isn’t usually an issue for Toji, but the little guy sure does make the task hard. “Let’s go bathe you, stinky.”

[megumiimeow]

guys. I bought a Mac book. I can write now 🥹 will be making Fushiguro family bc I want happiness. ok?

[hanawoof]

just like his mother

fluff . papa!toji x mama!reader . pt. 3 of my dad!toji series

not proofread, please excuse any mistakes

“megumi! where ar’ ya?” toji’s voice boomed out in the backyard, his brows scuffed together, where did the brat wonder off to?

he was only about a year old now, not listening to his father had to be a phase.

hopefully.

running around like a big gorilla, he was glad you were out at town shopping with your girls. he told you to take it easy because he has it allll covered.

⪩⪨

“babe, are you sure?, i can take him with me.” you muttered, patting down your outfit as you looked up at him for his approval and a compliment.

shaking his head, peppering your cheek with kisses. “no no no no, gorgeous, stunning.” he whispered into your skin, nose grazing your ear. “i’ll stay with him, yeah? you take your time and have a break, mama.”

kissing megumi’s chubby cheek, then you were gone.

this should be easy, looking down at megumi, he smirked smugly. “jus’ us, ain’t that right, squirt?” ruffling his hair.

⪩⪨

“MEGUMI FUSHIGURO!”

out of breath and huffing and puffing like a old dog, he sat down on the porch-step and ran his hands down his face,

he wasn’t that athletic anymore, yes he was good built, muscular, etc.

but fatherhood was taking a toll on him. knees cracking when he bends or even going downstairs, his back feeling like it was going to snap if he didn’t find a comfortable position laying down, relaxing, all of that stuff.

joys of fatherhood though,

“papa.” a soft voice made his head turn, “megumi!—“

“look what i have.” holding up a fistful of wiggly worms, his dungarees grass-stained at the knees with tints of mud, dust on his cheeks like cocoa powder,

but beneath all of that, he focused on your features that this little boy inherited. your nose, your mannerisms, your smile (even though baby gumi barely smiles..).

a small perk of a smile on his face, he got up with a stretch of his limbs. “that’s nice, gumi. but put them back, okay? what if someone kidnapped you from your home? would you like it?”

frog blinking, carelessly dropping the worms he scavenged for, “bye wurms.” wishing them a goodbye before clinging to his father’s leg.

“ye’ need a wash.” licking at the scar at the side of his mouth, scooping the boy up despite getting himself dirty and propping him up on his hip.

⪩⪨

with megumi in bed, toji lazed out on the couch. one hand twirling a toothpick in his mouth, picking out the chinese that he recently ate for his dinner, and the other hand holding his phone, you and his message’s open.

hey baby

when you back?

baby love ❤️

i’ll be back soon, me and the girls are finishing up our dinner and yuki will get us all a uber back home

you and megumi okay?

okay, no probs. wanna stay up and see u.

and yea, lil’ monster tuckered out. he’s in his bed.

the soft pitter patter of tiny feet brought his attention from the screen, craning his head up to find megumi waddling over to him.

“pa. can’t sleep.” struggling to push himself up onto the couch beside his father, before managing to get up.

toji rose a brow, switching his phone off and settling it to the side, “swear i just saw you passed out twenty minutes ago, kid.”

sprawling his arms across the back of the couch, watching as the toddler settled against him with a soft breath.

“when mama back?,”

“she’ll be back soon, but don’t you stay up, ‘kay?”

“ok.”

his hand leaving its short spot of the couch to the back of megumi’s back, rubbing it up and down. like a flower starting to wilt, megumi’s eyes shut and he drifted off back to counting sheep.

the need to be with someone that he was comfortable with reminded him of you. always wanting to be cuddled up next to him, all needy and clingy for his attention.

megumi was just a mini you. and he was glad for that.

⪩⪨

saying bye to your homegirls, hugging them all as they dropped you off.

prying your heels off and into a neat shoe wrack, taking your thin coat off and hanging it up.

the house was warm, not eerie, but weirdly comforting.

the temperature was warm, but not too warm, like a embrace. the lighting was dim and candle-lit.

whispering as you peeked your head into the couch, maybe he was asleep since he stopped viewing your messages. “toji! i’m home—“

palming your mouth to stop any noise, mouth forming into a wide grin as you studied the view infront of you;

toji, fast asleep head lowered and his lips holding a delicate smile. with megumi pressed against him, drool spilling out and onto toji’s sweatpant pocket.

the atmosphere was so peaceful and adorable, squealing into your palm. but somehow, toji heard it and opened one eye lazily, smirking at you.

“shh. finally got him asleep. disturbin’ me too.”

“oh stop it,”

moving megumi back to his bed because the position wasn’t good for his neck, changing yourself into some pyjamas, and heading back downstairs.

toji was laying on his side, arms open welcoming you over.

curling against him like a missing jigsaw piece, relaxing your body and shutting your eyes as his fingers ran through your hair.

yea, he was glad megumi wasn’t a mini him.

and he was right that he was just like his mother.