when your two-person residence was due to become a three, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. you and toji had planned this, but all the information you thought came to mothers naturally…well, it never did. you had no idea how to look after one. some days, you tried to be productive and prepare by watching nanny shows made for disciplining naughty kids, until toji leaned in and kissed your rounded belly, reminding you that your child wasn’t even born yet.

you were giggling more than you were learning, anyway.

however, all your worries vanished when megumi was born — he must’ve been the most adorable little boy, and you felt beyond blessed to be able to hold him in your arms, seeing him coo and hold up his hands to grasp at nothing. even as a newborn, with his full head of dark, uneven hair and sharp eyes, he resembled his father.

“nah, he’s got your face”, toji’d say, one of his lazy smiles plastered on his face as you both held your son. “i see it.”

everything fell into a routine after the birth. it was fine with a newborn. a diaper change, breastfeeding, another nap. but obviously, a baby grows, and their needs get more complex.

the problem was that it didn’t matter how many hours of research you did or how many parenting books you bought; you both seemed to be hopeless when it came to hands-on experience.

“there he goes, cryin’ again.” toji shot you a tired look, already sleep deprived from the amount of missed bedtimes, trying to stay awake for little megumi. you swore you could see the dark circles actively materialising under his eyes. it was now five in the morning, and you were both sprawled over the couch: you held yet another help book in your hands, while he held the wailing baby, patting his back softly to try ease whatever his problem was. “the fuck do i do now?”

“firstly, you can mind your language in front of our son.” you said, earning a chuckle from your husband as you sat up, holding your arms out. “give him here, babe.”

“now hold on. he doesn’t even understand anything. watch,” toji smirked, his hands grabbing under megumi’s arms so he’d be facing him directly, turning away from you. “fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit bitch fuck shit—“

“toji, oh my goodness. stop it.” you sighed, trying to reach for your baby, weakly grabbing at toji’s forearm. “seriously.”

he grinned, glancing at you and holding the now surprisingly quiet megumi out of reach. “s’not funny sweetheart, this isn’t a laughin’ matter. look, even megumi’s not amused.”

you smacked his arm gently, trying to stop yourself from smiling, but failed and let a laugh slip. an exaggerated groan followed. “ugh, enough. i was trying to set a good example!”

“for this pipsqueak?” he held megumi close to his chest again, taking his little hand to make him wave at you. “i bet he doesn’t even know he exists.”

his statement was unfortunately proven right, with megumi babbling and getting all wide-eyed over seeing his own hand in the air.

“no, toji, i meant for you. at your big age.”

“well he’s not crying anymore. that means it worked.”

megumi clenched and unclenched his chubby hands, reaching for you, kicking his legs against toji’s abdomen. this had you immediately reacting, letting his hand wrap around your finger. you decided that this was what they called that motherly feeling. wanting your flesh to be close to you at all times. even if the flesh drools half the time. and vomits on all your favourite shirts.

“oh, gumi, don’t mind daddy.” you fawned over your creation, softly pressing your lips to his cheek, giving him two airy kisses before he started gurgling again. a bad sign of tears. “please- please no.”

“how does this little thing store so much damn water?” toji’s brows furrowed as you took megumi from his hands. the gurgles were slowly growing into howls.

“he’s going all red.” you shushed him with the sway of your arms. “exactly like you.”

“i don’t ‘go red’, and i’ve never cried in my life.”

“i saw you wipe your tears when megumi was born, toji.” you stifled a laugh, and megumi quietened, as if waiting to hear what you’d say. “did you hear that, gumi? daddy cried when you were born. in the corner. in fact, he was so happy, and he spent hours staring at your little cot.”

you stood up, walking to the bedroom, continuing to speak in that soft voice as your baby’s eyes started to close. “and he wanted to carry you everywhere himself. still does.”

toji joined your side as you gently placed your son in his bed.

“exposing me in front of the baby?” he tilted his head, nearly blocking the entire door frame as he leaned against it. “i think i deserve compensation for that.”

“what kind of compensation?” you crossed your arms, whispering.

“a kiss in exchange for my secret.”

“right. as if he’ll remember.” you giggled, but threw your arms around his neck as he closed the door behind you. “but i guess you deserve it for being the best dad ever.”

his hands settled on your hips as you both swayed naturally, his brows raising and the familiar smirk returning to his face.

“and the best husband?”

“…and the best husband.”

note: i liiive for emotionallyavailabledad!toji 🤍🤍🤍 also short bc it’s exam month and i have to st*dy(??😭😢

toji fushiguro never really watched his mouth. not because he didn’t care — he just genuinely forgot kids repeated everything they heard. especially his kid.

but around megumi? he tried, mostly because every time he slipped, you’d give him that look. and right now, he was getting that exact look.

so when the wrench slipped from his hand and slammed straight onto his boot, the curse left his mouth before he could stop it. “for fuck’s—”

silence. toji froze.

from the living room floor, megumi slowly looked up from the puzzle he’d been pretending not to struggle with. his little eyebrows pinched together thoughtfully.

you looked up from the couch too, already knowing where this was going. megumi blinked once. then very clearly: “..fuck?

aka. the man who kidnapped you... proposes?

Synopsis: toji decides to take the next step after you steals you from the street

wc: 659

WARNINGS: general kidnapping themes, captivity, toji might actually like you? mentions of abuse

You had been trapped in Toji's apartment for four weeks and two days now. It was old and dingy and in some dodgy area where most nights were accompanied by shouts or gunshots.

He had taken you from right off the street. Walking home after your car broke down wasn't the best idea, but you were already halfway home and there was no one you could call.

After taking you home, Toji attached a heavy chain to your ankle. During the day, he connected it to the couch so you could wander about his small living room. Nighttime, however, meant you were trapped to the bed.

Whilst he hadn't outright raped you, he still liked to kiss you before he left and hold your body against his as he slept. He had mentioned he had a son, but that was it. Although it was he who kidnapped you, sometimes you couldn't help feeling a little bad for him.

It's approaching midnight when he finally returns home back to the apartment. Although you don't know exactly what he does, the rough state he's left in when he gets back, along with his bloodied shirts, suggest a business of violence and terror.

He shuts the door firmly behind him, eyes locking onto the back of your head where you sit on his rugged couch, pretending to be engaged in a film you found.

"Hey doll. You miss me?" He chuckles, making his way over to you. Your body tenses as his hands grab a hold of your shoulders, rubbing them firmly over the shirt (of his) that he forces you to wear. "What's this?"

"J-just some random movie." You respond. You still can't seem to shake the fear, the wobbliness in your voice.

"You like it?"

"It's fine."

"Hm, well. I brought some fried rice from that shop down the road, where you like to go sometimes." He mutters that last part, the tension hanging between you, knowing you will not even be leaving the building anytime soon. Toji straightens and wanders to the kitchen counter, unpacking the warm, steamy food from the take away bag.

You will yourself to move, rising off the couch to stand not next to him, but close enough.

"Mind getting some bowls out?"

You don't speak, only nodding as you listen to what he says. While Toji hasn't hurt you yet, he certainly looked the type. You wouldn't be surprised if he was on some registry for beating up women. The last thing you needed right now was a sore ass or even less freedom.

Toji piles a heap of rice into your bowl, and an even bigger one for himself. You swallow nervously. Eating had become a struggle due to the constant stress of your new living conditions, and Toji had caught on.

"C'mon, can't have ya dying on me." He sits himself at the bench, pulling out the stool next to him before he starts eating. You pull out the stool next to it, sitting one space away from him as you try to fill your stomach. The room is quiet before Toji's rough voice fills it.

"I bought somethin' for you today." He grumbles, pulling a small box out of his pocket. Handing the box to you, he watches for your reaction.

Your shaky hands grab it, fear rising within you. Opening it, you find a small, shiny ring. You nearly gasp, jaw dropping slightly at its beauty. There's simply no way Toji could have afforded this.

He must of stolen it.

"Here, let me help ya."

He grabs your left hand and the ring box, pulling it out and sliding it onto your ring finger. The fit is perfect, another terrifying fact. Toji smiles at it, and no doubt himself as well. You meet his gaze, but he simply returns to eating with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"If you're gonna be my wife, I'd better treat you like one."

gym rat!toji who is obsessed with you

art by @ ruu_sugu on twt!!

wc: 1.2k fluff, slight crack and also a toji’s a little stalkerish lol based on this req!

Toji at his core, is a loser who when in love, loves hard. It's just that he can’t distinguish the difference between love and infatuation. The lines between crushing and borderline obsessive behaviour were always blurred. 

He tried to deny it, constantly grunting to anyone who’d listen that he didn’t believe in cheesy predestined romances. Yet today, he stood beside the weight racks drinking up his reflection. And then it happened. The answer to his qualms, his stare at you bore through the mirror. Amongst the sea of grey flooring in the gym he saw your bright pink set. At first, the hot pink caught his attention. Then you held his gaze. While he was immune to sorcery, there and then he found out you held a different kind of magic.

Today was leg day. Typically he’d choose a different time to go to the gym, early morning or late night often opting to go with Sukuna to train. Yet life had other plans today, Sukuna had cancelled under the guise of being “busy” but honestly what did he have going on in his life? Alas that left him with no option but to go alone, duffel bag in hand, wired headphones connected to his iPhone 6s as he took long strides towards the gym’s entrance. 

He’d come a bit later than usual, sleeping in taking advantage of Sukuna not waking him up at the crack of dawn to go lift weights. As he marched up the stairs to the second level he was under the assumption that most people, as it was midday, would be at work thus he’d have free reign over the machines he needed to do his routine. Slipping off his earphones, he scanned the room. Just him and an older man in the corner using the elliptical. Great. Peace and quiet. 

Time had flown past as he was engrossed with his sweat ridden reflection. It wasn’t long before his shirt was ditched, not that the material was any useful — the thin white material stuck onto his abdomen, basically an opaque second skin. Standing across from the mirror he grabbed continued his squatted weights, it was only until he had come up from his third rep, he saw you walk past. 

Headphones blasting so loud that he could hear the faint thumping of the base. Taken aback he halted his movements and sat watching your reflection in the mirror. Was he enthralled? No— he must’ve just never noticed you before. Perhaps your routines clashed, I mean who would be at the gym this time — did you not have a job or classes to go to? He shook his head trying to get the image of you out of his mind. 

The next day Toji woke up to the tattooed delinquent asking if he wanted to go to the gym again. Honestly, he couldn’t brush off the ache that was left in his calves and upper thighs. The slight burning sensation in his legs (and his heart when he saw you) gave him motivation to agree to the man. It was 5am, way too damn early for working out but if he could just drag his reps, maybe he’d see you again?  

It took three days for Toji to come back and see your face again. The new routine clashed with his commitments but he was hungry to see you again, so midday gym sessions it was. It took two weeks of altering his schedule to observe you. Monday you did weights. Thursdays and Saturdays you did cardio. And on the rare occasion he saw you in a bright set he inched closer towards you. By week three, he had Sukuna in his ear about how he had to “grow some balls and approach you.”

“I mean, bro you’re already a glorified stalker,” his roommate muttered, mouth half full of instant ramen. 

“Stalker? C’mon… it’s not stalking,” He tried to explain, his nonchalant facade wearing thin. It wasn’t stalking, it was… spatial awareness. I mean what if you hurt yourself? He was just looking out for you. 

Sukuna chuckled, “Keep telling yourself man.”

Toji checked the time, almost noon. He should be off by now. It was Monday, so naturally he’d also do lifting today. 

Mid-set he paused his music he heard the sounds of soft chatter and the familiar sound of loud music. Infatuation consumed him. He even searched for the song you played the other day and added it to his workout playlist. That way he could subtly keep a part of you with him each workout. It was like you had possessed him and transformed him into an unrecognisable beast. That's what he’ll tell himself for now. That this insatiable desperation to be near you is nothing but natural. Picking up his phone again he typed in the google search bar,

Do men ovulate?

Hunching over his dark screen, Toji's breath hitched for a slight moment, unsure if it was from the exercise he’d just finished or upon the confirmation that you were here and better yet, walking up to him? Was he dreaming? For a split second he considered thanking the universe, perhaps fooled by sheer delusion, he thought you were steadily approaching him. His brain was clouded by a rush of dopamine upon completing his final rep of bench presses further amplified by the mere arrival of you in his life.

Heaven’s incarnate. You were. However, what you were not was ignorant. You saw it. The man in his black compression top that was currently suspiciously burying his face in his phone after eyeing you. As you walked to grab a dumbbell, he was the first to talk.

He cleared his throat before he stammered. “Uh—your outfit’s nice. The pink. It’s… cute…” Shit, all that confidence suddenly dissipated. 

Emerald eyes met yours, raking up and down your body before darting away. For a split second he looked unsure, like he regretted saying it. He could smell the mixture of your perfume and sweat, he swore you’d be the end of him.

Upon further inspection, he was cute. A little rigid yet he carried an air of abashedness. It felt like he was judging you slightly, was the outfit too much? 

“Thank you…” you scanned the man up and down searching for something to compliment him on aside from his obvious Greek god physique, “you’re cute too.” Upon hearing that his lips parted into a boyish grin. You could’ve sworn you saw a sparkle in his eyes as he tilted his head in slight confusion to the word ‘cute’. He’d been a lot of things in his life but never cute. You were funny. 

“Cute? I usually don’t get that, you new here?”

“Are you saying I stick out?” 

His eyes widened slightly, “No…” he scratched the top of his head, “I mean— not in a bad way.” in the back of his head he swore he could imagine Sukuna laughing at him. He’d somehow managed to insult the girl he’d spent the better part of a month obsessing over. “You stick out, in a good way,” he couldn’t help the smile that was now plastered on his face. 

He looked away before, clicking his tongue, “I just meant… the pink. It’s-” 

A pause permeated through the cool air.

“...Forget it.”

At the same time you’d blurted out, “Do you…want my number?” 

Scratching the back of his neck, his jaw tightened. God, this was embarrassing.

He was embarrassing. 

a/n: my longest fic so far 🙈🙈🙈

blah blah blah.. swinging from tojis biceps?

it was no surprise the gym was his second home. its metalic smell clinging to him like a second skin. muscles barely constrained by his tight little shirts.

may as well put him to use. internet fame could change lives.

loopey grin on your face as you show him off to the camera. hands turning him in a 360, expertly showing off his juicy muscles. and of course his ass.

"kay, now, hold your arm out," he holds it straight in front of him, to which of course you huff and maneuver it to his side instead. somewhat a half T-pose. "perfect! now, stand still okay? and dont drop me,"

"you thinkin' im weak?" he scoffs, scar on his lips raising with his dignified smirk. you start the clip, smile widening as SZAs 'big boy' resounds from the phones microphone. "wha' is this anyways?"

"just stand there and look pretty."

you hop, latching onto his arm and lifting your feet. legs folded so youre far from the ground. toji doesnt budge, doesnt even squeak out a grunt. brow raised in an expression that tells the camera nothing more than unamuesment. a blink later and he lifts his arm. effectively lifting you further from the floor.

"'ji—"

he swings you to his other arm, outstretched hand grabbing onto the meat of your hip and hauling you onto his right shoulder in a near three seconds. yelping as you grab onto his freshly cut fringe while he sits you on him.

"toji!" you laugh, giddily smiling down at him. emerald eyes glint, looking up at you.

"i lift you for my warm-up, dolly."

thank god you got him saying that on camera.

its safe to say he easily cleared the trend. comments filled with people asking where you bought him and how you trained him. you see him in those bicep tiktok complications.

Toji x reader , smut, sub! toji, vanilla Toji trusts you with his body. Toji trusts you with his everything.

authors note ! wasn't sure if this was too corny or cringey because I haven't written smut since middle school + I'm sure as hell bad at it. so here's one about toji while i prepare my other fluff oneshots!!

Your fingers touch his skin with grace, trailing down his lean body and onto his abdomen. So pretty, you think.

"mh," Toji shivers, softly breathing as his eyes focus on your hand and where it goes, tilting his head to the side to give you more access to his neck when you bombard it with lovesick kisses from your sweet lips.

"You okay, Toji?" You ask, looking up at him from your lashes. He merely nods in reply, black hair swaying in his movements as he does so. "Keep going, please." Toji pleads quietly, his calloused hand going up to your waist as he kneads the skin.

The water droplets hit the window, small thuds muffled as the glass fogs up. It was a rainy day, and Toji had decided to stay in with you, lazying and relaxing around the cozy apartment.

It's embarrassing to admit, but Toji's never had another person touch him like how you touched him before. You'd think after tons of experience he'd get used to it- and he has, really.

But it's so different when it's you.

His green eyes watch as you pull down his boxers, his cock quickly springing out in contrast to your slow movements. Toji doesn't know how to feel about everything. How is he supposed to feel knowing you were right here in front of him, deciding that you finally wanted his body, just as much as he wanted yours?

Baffled, hesitant, doubtful, just to name a few. Yet another one was contentment.

He's weirdly happy, happy that he has someone who wants him, and only him⎯despite all his flaws. You're so sweet, and you care so much about him that he thinks this could be dream.

"ah...fuuck-" Toji curses with a groan, pulling his head back, feeling your thumb spread his pre-cum over the tip, before your hand lubricates its base with the sticky substance. "So desperate f'me..I'm so glad I get to experience this with you.." You say, making his leaking cock twitch in your hands. "Shit- can't you just get on with it, baby?" Toji would ask with heavy-lidded eyes, absolutely whipped for your touch, your body, and more importantly you as a whole.

"See? Desperate."

"Acting like you aren't- ngh- either." You chuckle, never denying the accusation Toji spat out. "I am a bit nervous.."

Toji lets out a noise that can only be described as a quiet whine, the sensation you gave him suddenly fading when your hand pulls away, unsatisfied. It felt so good, why'd you pull away? Just like that?

His eyes would then trail over your figure, moving down to your underwear as your hand tugged at it, showing your pretty skin⎯ almost making Toji gulp at the sight.

Once you go down on to his cock, slipping your bodies together like a perfect puzzle piece, he tries not to moan out loud in pleasure. Your smell fills his nose like a plague, and God, he loves it so much. "Shiitt- feels good, T'oji?" He can only nod, hands trailing to grip at your ass.

You got used to the feeling of him quite fast, already bouncing up and down to give more pleasure for your sweet. He's been so good, how could you not reward him?

Thwop! thwop! thowp! the sound of skin echoes through the room, in addition with your pants and his blissful moans that made it all the more lewd. But so sweet at the same time. That's why it was to intoxicating for Toji.

Because despite your pace, and how hard he was gripping onto you, your touch however remained gentle, being a way to reassure Toji that you loved him, in more ways other than sexual pleasure and his body.

Like how your free hand shakily caresses his face, how your lips kiss the scar on the bottom corner of his mouth, how you whisper praises in his ear⎯ how you felt like home even if Toji never even considered having one.

So when Toji finally cums and lets go, leaking all his seed into your beautiful hole, he thinks; you're home.

His home, his favorite person, his doll, and his lover. "I'm yours.." He mutters, green eyes holding a sense of yearning when he opens them back up, calming down from his high.

"All yours." Toji smiles. And you do too, as the lust had long faded, only leaving the room with colors of love and trust.

Both parties laugh right after, sweetly putting their foreheads against each other, soft breathing filling the air.

"All mine."

summary : headcanons with soft!toji ;

warning : ooc toji, pure fluff, gender neutral reader ;

words count : 726 ;

mary ♡ : english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes 🫂, hope everyone will like it ! dividers from @enchanthings and @cafekitsune ♡

soft!toji, who will always be there for you if you ask and won't leave until he is sure you are perfectly fine and your life is not in danger. he just doesn't want to lose you and so he does everything he can to make sure you feel great and don't need anything, his life really does change because you are there for him.

soft!toji, whose embrace is the warmest in the world, his hands stroking your back and tucking your hair behind your ear as he kisses your forehead, toji is truly in love, for when you hug each other, you can feel how calm he is and how calm his heart is that has been searching for you for so many years.

soft!toji, who looks at you with eyes full of love. seriously, i've never seen him like that before. his eyes are full of warmth and care when you come into sight. it's like toji smiles with his eyes when he sees you and can't stop hiding his smile, because it's so funny that one person can make him a teddy bear.

soft!toji, who always loves to talk to you about everything in the world and will never stop listening to you. your voice soothes him and makes his whole day better, that's why he wants to hear it in the morning, afternoon, evening and every minute of his life, you can talk about anything and toji will fall in love with you even more.

soft!toji, he loves to be a little spoon, yes he is so big and mean, but... he still wants to feel loved in your arms, and the way your hands stroke him while he falls asleep makes toji the happiest person on this earth.

soft!toji, he will never yell at you, you are too precious to him for him to hurt you with his words, you have no idea how his heart will break when he sees your tears and how he will blame himself for it. so toji listens to you carefully, speaks his point of view and resolves everything peacefully so that you can then make up and be happy again.

soft!toji, and his love language is physical contact, i think it was already clear, he likes the sensations you give him, that's why toji's touch is so gentle and careful, like you're a fragile vase that could break at any moment.

soft!toji, who is always joking around with you, to see you smile next to him, to hear your wonderful laugh. he literally lives for that, he will make the most crazy jokes to cheer you up a little bit, don't take offense to him, he's really trying hard for you.

soft!toji, his ritual for a happy and successful day is to kiss your nose and inhale your scent. he finds peace in these actions and how beautiful you feel in his arms. toji realizes that no one can ruin his day after that.

soft!toji, who likes to give you flowers. he loves the way you take care of them and look at them as if they were your little children. that's why, toji loves to give you the most beautiful flowers because they are perfect for you. he doesn't need an occasion, he will give you flowers on any day he wants.

soft!toji, who will try to cook for you. yes, it may turn out disgusting, but he will definitely try to make your favorite meal taste good! because he is very pleased when you praise him for such things, he is like a little kitten at such moments. but he also loves to cook with you! he helps you or just stands behind you and cuddles up to you, gently hugging you.

soft!toji, who is actually very romantic, he likes to think out your dates and take you to different places that he thinks you might really like. it could be a simple coffee shop that is decorated in a style that you love. toji picks up on the smallest details that interest you and he is sure to memorize them all, you are very lucky to have him around.

The time comes when you're out for a walk one day. It's a beautiful summer evening and the sun is just beginning to sink past the horizon, painting the sky with pink and orange hues.

You pull Toji off the path and up a short hill to get a better view. Your eyes are wide as you watch the sky change colors. The gradient of light blue to pale orange and pink, the last golden rays of the sun as it falls further behind the horizon.

"The sun goes down every day, but I can't help but be awed by it each time," you say, fixated on the majesty before you.

"Yeah..." Toji responds. But his eyes aren't looking at the sunset, they're looking at you. You, who shined brighter than the sun. You, who hung the stars in the sky that illuminated his darkness. You, who showed him what love is.

Movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention, and your jaw dropped when you realized Toji was down on one knee, holding a ring box.

"I know I'm not the best at articulating myself but..." he takes a shaky breath, "the way you feel about this sunset is how I feel about you. I wake up every day and fall asleep every night to you, and I'm in awe every time. You..." he trails off, searching for the right words, "I love you... I know love because of you. And I would like to keep waking up to you and falling asleep to you and loving you for the rest of my life, if you'll have me."

Your eyes were watering as he opened the ring box and revealed a ring that looked like a sun. There was one large diamond in the center with other smaller diamonds radiating out around it. It was all set in a gold band.

"Of course I'll have you," you say through tears.

Toji lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and smiles, slipping the ring onto your outstretched hand. It was a perfect fit.

He stood up and wiped the tears from your eyes before pulling you close, embracing you as the last of the light faded from the sky.