⠀ ⋆˚꩜｡Hello and welcome welcome. This is my first Uhm introduction blog or wtv. I go by Korrin and Hanabi and I’m 18 years old. The 19 in my bio was a fucking typo and I realised that a week ago. I’m NEW to Tumblr or I just consider myself new since I don’t really how it works. Warning; my English is not the best because I’m NOT English and it’s my third language. My pronouns are she/her. I respect everyone’s gender, sexuality or anything and even if I don’t like someone, I just ignore them alr? What else do you need to know. I’m a leo. If you have questions ask them.⋆˚꩜｡
⋆˚꩜｡i hope it’s obvious that i love Cthoni very very much. I love Maomao and Kirara too and a lot of other characters.
⋆˚꩜｡I’m in multiple fandoms such as Gachiakuta, Wuthering Waves, Genshin Impact, Hsr, TBHK, Nerd Project, Alien Stage, CRK, JJK, NTE and more more more
⋆˚꩜｡My mains on those games are, Mualani, Sandrone, Kazuha for GI, Aglaea and Phainon for Hsr and Carlotta and Luuk for Wuwa.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆I freaking ADORE these little kitties so much. I also adore bunnies, ferrets, otters, turtles etc except dogs.. don’t get me wrong, them puppies are ADORABLE but those stray dogs have caused me so much fear and pain that I cannot go near dogs.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆I’m AGAINST pedophilia, incest, racism, sexism, abuse, rape. Fuck off if you are not against them.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆Do I write? Nope. Do I like writing? Yes! I daydream 24/7 and have a lot of creative stories IN my mind. I also draw and I’m thinking about learning digital art (I said that last year when I bought my iPad, have I started yet? Nope). I have a lot of ocs and idk if I should share it or keep improving them.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆I yap a lot so feel free to talk to me ig even though I don’t post anything. We can be moots if ya want.
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sukuna is not happy about piercing your daughters ears :c
(reposted from mimuju! art by @/sgtbake_r on X)
"no. absolutely not. you're not touching her."
sukuna's voice is a low growl, his massive arms wrapped protectively around your toddler daughter in the piercing chair. the lady with the piercing gun pauses, eyes wide at the tattooed giant glaring daggers from his spot beside you.
she's tiny, maybe 2, all chubby cheeks and wild pink hair like her dad's, dressed in a frilly dress you picked out for her "big girl day," complete with little mary janes. you've been hyping it up for weeks—tiny sparkly studs, nothing crazy, just simple diamonds to match her eyes. but sukuna? he's been grumbling since you suggested it, muttering about "barbaric customs" and "ruining perfection."
"baby, it's just earrings," you say softly, squeezing his knee under the counter. "she'll look so cute! and it'll heal fast. millions of girls get this done."
he shoots you a look, all four eyes narrowing under those sharp black brows. "she's a baby. babies don't need holes poked in their heads. what if it gets infected? what if she hates it?" but he doesn't move, holding her steady on his lap, her little hands clutching his black shirt, babbling happily at the shiny gun like it's a toy.
the piercing lady smiles nervously, gun ready, trying to lighten the mood. "it'll be quick, sir. one little pop on each side. she's been great so far."
sukuna huffs, his breath ruffling your daughter's hair, but he nods once, jaw clenched so tight you see the muscle tick. "fine. make it painless or i'll make you regret it. i am unlike my wife, i have no mercy for mortals."
you bite back a laugh, watching him brace like he's facing a battlefield. the lady counts down—three, two, one—and pops the first stud through your daughter's earlobe. instant wail. a piercing cry that echoes in the small shop, her face scrunching up beet red, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, little legs kicking wildly.
sukuna freezes, body going rigid, then twitches like he's been shot himself. "what the fuck was that?!" he snarls, his free hand slamming the counter hard enough to make the jewelry displays rattle, tattoos rippling across his skin like living shadows. all four eyes lock on the lady like he's about to curse her into oblivion right there. "do that again and you're fucking dead, you hear me?"
the poor woman stammers, the cheap piericng gun trembling in her hands, face paling. "i-it's normal! just the shock! she's fine, look—the second one's done already, see?" she pops the other ear quick as lightning, and your daughter's tiny fists flailing at the air, her cries turning into quiet hiccups.
you can't help it—you burst out giggling, hand over your mouth, tears in your eyes from laughing. "kuna, oh my god— she's fine! look, sparkles already! she's got her earrings, see how pretty?"
he ignores you completely, scooping her up fully into his massive arms, cradling her against his broad chest like she's made of glass. his glare stays pinned on the lady for a long beat, utterly murderous, promising vengeance, before it softens instantly on his girl.
"shh, shh, my little princess. daddy's got you. that mean lady's gone forever, i swear it." he rocks her gently side to side, his huge hand patting her back in slow circles, the other stroking her wild pink hair with surprising tenderness. her cries taper to sniffly hiccups, soothed by his deep rumble of a voice humming some ancient, gravelly lullaby from his cursed past, the kind only you know about.
you lean in, kissing his stubbled cheek, still chuckling softly. "she won't even remember this tomorrow. but you'll be telling the story for years, won't you, kuna?"
he grunts, still shooting one last glare over his shoulder at the lady as you pay and gather her things. "no more piercings. ever." but he presses a soft kiss to her tiny forehead, her sparkly new earrings catching the shop lights like stars, and you know he's already melting inside, utterly whipped for his perfect little girl.
• ꒰ ۶ৎ ꒱ :: . dad!sukuna and dad!toji arguing about whose baby is cuter :: no cw fluff
sukuna and toji sat on the old benches outside at the park bickering as theyve done since they were just teenagers. the only difference was that now they both had a small baby girl on each of their laps.
you and tojis wife sat near a table farther away from them, chatting about motherhood as you heard their voices get higher and higher in volume.
“what do you think theyre arguing about now,” she asked, smiling at her husband with loving eyes.
“couldn’t really care less, they do this basically everyday,” you scoff, shaking your head.
you could hear their conversation slightly, both of you pausing to listen in.
“okay yeah your she is pretty cute but shes way fatter than my angel here,” sukuna said, gesturing to tsumikis chubby cheeks and tubby belly. “am i right kuni? youre way cuter than her,” sukuna said to his daughter, planting kisses all over her even chubbier face.
“okay yeah fuckface, she is a little bigger but shes still cuter. shes just been bulking since birth and thats perfectly fine.” toji said, smirking and crossing his arms smugly as if it makes complete sense.
“bulking? nah bro shes just fat, she probably doesnt even understand the concept of-“
smack.
sukuna was abruptly cut off as your hand met the back of his neck with a loud pop.
“ah, the fuck was that for?”
smack.
“dont talk about tsumiki like that and watch your language. to be fair, you were even bigger than her when you were a baby.”
toji tilted his head back and let out a loud cackle.
“how ‘bout that shit. ryomen was a fat ass baby, i’d love to see that.”
• ꒰ ۶ৎ ꒱ ::. waking husband!sukuna up to tend to your pregnancy cravings :: cw mentions of pregnancy.
sukuna woke up to being shaken harshly by his heavily pregnant wife, her strength surprising him.
“babe.” you said softly as you continue shaking your 250-pound husband with all your might.
“mnh?” sukuna murmured, still asleep.
“im hungry..” you whine, still shaking his moveless body.
“theres food in the kitchen baby.”
“i dont want any of that…” you whispered. “wake up. you have to go to the gas station.. seven eleven. i want a hot dog from there.” you murmur, punching at his chest to wake him up.
“okay! okay! im up, im up baby. where ‘ya want me to go?” he asked, getting up to put a pair of sweatpants on.
“seven eleven.. i need a hot dog. and mayo. and pickles.” you say to him, sitting up to watch as he starts putting his shoes on.
“is that it?” he asked staring at you in disbelief.
“a minion popsicle too..” you said, pulling the covers over your chest and laying a pillow under your swollen belly.
“okay baby ill be back just don’t fall asleep please” he said, kissing your cheek as he left.
he stood shirtless in front of the teenage cashier, holding a hot dog, a jar of pickles, a packet of mayonnaise, and a minion popsicle.
“dont ask” he murmured, shaking his head as he payed for everything.
sukuna arrived home at exactly 3:19 am, drowsy but alert.
“baby, im home.” he said walking throughout the house to find you.
living room? no.
bathroom? no.
bedroom? yes.
he found you laying in the bedroom completely knocked out as if you’d never woken up and sent him outside at 3 in the morning.
he sighed heavily, put everything in the fridge, sat on the bed and ate the popsicle by himself while he scrolled on instagram.
ঌ after lots of asking, choso lets you watch while he humps his pillow !
it started slow. it always did, you just didn't know up untill this moment. choso now shirtless, positioned himself comfortably on his stomach, straddling the pillow you gave him.
"u-um, baby, are you sure you want to watch me do this?" his cheeks red an flustered.
he posed the question trying to seem uninterested, which couldn't be further from the truth as his erection was visible from the chair you were sitting in. he was sweating with eagerness of what he was about to do. about to show you.
the mix of intimacy and feeling exposed(to you) while you were completely clothed was driving him crazy. choso never knew this was an option to explore.
it was sticky and uneven, how each slow movement started. he let small puffs every now and then, teasing himself to start, just like you always do to him. the little wet patch on the tip showed how much he wanted to speed up.
but he wouldn't, not when showing off to you. your boyfriend rolled his hips forward, so needy. "mhmm, babyy-" thrusting back again. the way you could see it throb, and it was so hard making it harder to stay put.
he thrust again, harder. it was so hard for poor choso not to take his hand and get himself off quicker. oh and how he wished you would touch him. "mh- mh am- am i doing good baby?" he said going back into the cussion.
"you're doing so so good baby, keep going for me." his cock felt so sensitive at the harsh contact. it only teased him to want more, to go faster. the wet spot only grew with more pre cum leaking out of him.
"mhmmm- " choso moaned at the sound of your voice. the sound alone made him feel every nerve that was being stimulated with each thrust.
as much as he wanted to keep going, more and more, it wasn’t enough. with each thrust he wished it was you underneath him. choso longed for you tugging on his hair, for how it felt every time he laid his head on your tits, hiding his shy face.
“baby, p-please i-i don’t think i can do it, it too much- mhm uhm” he moaned, almost begging for some touch.
“but cho, you promised!”
“-i, i know, but please mhmm, i n-need you” he rolled his hips desperately, searching for even more friction. choso’s head felt heavy making it harder to think. was he.. overstimulated?
humping again he whined a small “please” it was too much for your poor boyfriend.
“choso i’ll help you out okay?”
“p-please baby, yes, please help m-me”
his face all red and sweaty lit up, you voice was all he could make up at the moment.
“it would make me feel so so” mhmm ughmm he moaned absolutely wrenched “so good, please”
you smirked. this was an opportunity that only made your legs cross and ache.
“i will baby, but you’ll have to be a good boy for me”
--
choso wasn't getting out of this without experiencing things he's never felt before.
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summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.
pairing: frat!kuna x reader
content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, light hitting, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, angst, probably more
wc: 7.9k
dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art i commissioned by @495lz | part four
You’re half dead on the couch, your baby lightly snoring on your chest as if she hadn’t been waking up every thirty minutes since her father left for a charity event his fraternity was hosting. You really needed to catch up on some school work and she refused to be put down, so you’d been sitting on the couch since Sukuna left two hours ago, tapping your daughter’s bum and praying she’d stay asleep for another hour.
Sukuna was trying his best to make up for his mistake last weekend and offered to take your daughter with him just as he did yesterday but you refused. As grateful as you were, you weren’t too keen on her being in some random building full of germs and told him that he should really be focusing when he’s fulfilling his frat responsibilities. He scuffed at that, telling you that he was perfectly fine and that his baby behaved better than half of the “adults” he surrounded himself with. You still refused and he begrudgingly let it go, kissing your daughter's forehead and then your lips.
He only smirked at your widened eyes and winked before leaving.
Last night he’d gotten up with her every time she cried, taking her bassinet into his room and closing your door, feeding her the bottles you’d pumped previously and changing her diaper without waking you. He looked exhausted, putting on a fake smile that was clearly meant to tell you not to worry about him. You didn’t ask him to do that but it did help, getting a few extra hours of rest.
You were currently attempting to go over the notes for your programming class as you had an exam coming up and barely studied for it. You weren’t a senior like Sukuna, only a year behind, but it was still important for you to keep your gpa up as you were hoping to get into a good dentistry school after you’ve graduated. You didn’t expect to do that with a child but life was proving to you lately that anything was possible.
It was time for you to lock in again and remember the absolute academic weapon you had been before transferring to Jujutsu. So you stayed on the couch like that for the next hour, daughter hardly stirring as you went through the notes Sukuna, your brother and friend had taken for you while you were still on maternity absence. You were able to sneak in a short youtube video some random professor posted explaining data types, operators and variables.
Just as it was ending a knock came from your door, immediately followed by a text.
shoko: open up, we come bearing gifts!
“We know you’re in there, stop avoiding us!” Yuki called from behind the door, followed by a string of agreements from Utahime and Shoko. You smile, heart racing because you hadn’t seen them since you’d given birth almost two weeks ago, even if you were slightly annoyed that your daughter was now stirring awake.
“One second!” You yelled back, kissing the pink haired baby, tightening her to your chest and moving the laptop out of the way so you could stand.
When you opened the door, three women that you considered to be sisters were standing on the other side, carrying gift bags and balloons that said “congrats, it’s a girl!” and “i ❤️ milfs” and you couldn’t help but smile, even if your eyes were burning and you were dead tired.
“Hi guys.” You give a breathy laugh and step out the way so they can come inside and the moment you close the door and turn to stare at them, the bags are on the floor and all eyes are locked on you and the tiny baby on your chest who’s half asleep and somehow missing a mitten despite it being there a few minutes ago.
She coos as she slowly starts to open her eyes and you swear all theirs start to water.
After everyone’s washed their hands, they’re all taking turns passing your daughter around, and she’s currently snug in Yuki’s blanket covered arms, the blonde woman staring down with pride filled eyes that start to tear up as your daughter idly looks around, fist going to her mouth to suck on. A clear sign she was starting to get hungry.
“I’ll feed her!” Shoko cried when you returned with a warm bottle a few minutes later and you almost laugh and cry because you hate that you’ve been avoiding them, even without meaning to and seeing how much they already love your daughter is almost too much to handle.
“No fair, I didn’t even get to hold her yet!” Utahime cries from the floor and Yuki reluctantly passes her the baby, yelling at her to hold her head properly or she’d take her back.
You pass Utahime the bottle and sit on the floor next to her, hand idly pushing your daughter's pink hair back as she greedily drinks. When you look up, Shoko is staring at you, really staring at you and her face is full of worry.
“When’s the last time you slept and showered?”
“Or ate a proper meal?” Yuki adds.
All eyes are on you and you shrink from the attention because it’s overwhelming, and the only people you’ve been around for this long giving birth are your daughter and Sukuna. You hadn’t even realized until now just how much you’ve been avoiding everyone, putting off your friends and parents meeting your baby, telling Nanami that now wasn’t a good time when he asked to come over.
“Ryo took over last night so it hasn’t been that long.” You frown when you remember how tired Sukuna looked when he left this morning, eyes red and droopy, his hair tousled even though he used a hat to cover it. “And I eat plenty.”
You lied about the last part, too embarrassed to admit that you were just too tired from being a mother and too busy from being a student to make a full course meal. You weren’t starving yourself but the last time you had something that wasn’t quick and cold was when you were in the hospital and Sukuna brought you lunch.
You inwardly cringe and of course your friends notice because they care about you and you hate that you let yourself forget that. You and Sukuna had secluded yourselves in your own bubble of parental bliss that you forgot you had friends and family waiting to help with whatever you needed.
“Right.” Shoko frowns and stands, picking up one of the bags that contained groceries that reminded you that you nor Sukuna had properly grocery shopped since your baby was born. “Like I said, we came bearing gifts. You’re gonna get whatever you need to get done: shower, sleep, do school work. We’ll take care of the baby and the house for you. We aren’t accepting no for an answer.”
You open your mouth to argue but immediately snap it shut at the look all three girls are giving you. You nod and look back at your daughter, eyes burning at the sight of her half asleep in utahime’s arms, lazily drinking her bottle as milk drips out the side of her mouth.
“You’ve been avoiding us.”
Yuki glares again and your stomach twists because you feel so fucking bad. Outside of Sukuna, Yuki had been there the most during your pregnancy with her being your roommate at the time. She’d hold your hair up while you emptied your stomach into the toilet, help you with any notes you missed in your shared classes. She even recorded a lecture for you and you repaid her by shutting her out, shutting all of your friends out. Making excuses when they asked to come over, ignoring texts, promising to call but never doing it.
You could blame it on being too tired but it was more than that. You hadn’t truly felt like yourself since finding out you were pregnant and it only got worse after giving birth. Your body still hadn’t returned to its previous shape, you lacked stretch marks but your boobs had grown large, hair thinner and you felt like you were in a completely different body.
“I’m sorry.” You bite your lip as tears escape and your shoulders start to shake. Yuki’s face instantly softens and she and Shoko (who basically throws the bags to the floor) are on the ground next to you, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Oh honey.” Shoko murmurs, hand rubbing at your head.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I s-should be happy, I am happy. I love her s-so much but sometimes I just sit there and cry and I don’t- I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
You sob and they let you and it felt so good. You couldn’t do this with Sukuna, your relationship had been strictly co-parents with the occasional benefits of forehead kisses and the one time you got yourself off against his cock two days ago. None of that gave you the idea that it was ok to pour your heart out to him, especially since a huge chunk of the reason you were in such distraught was because of him. He was a great father, so good to you too and it only made you fall deeper in love with him.
Yuki pulls back and wipes at your tears, her own eyes glossy. “Shit, (name). We would’ve been here if we knew it was this bad. I’m the one that’s sorry for taking so long to do this.”
“We’re fixing this.” Shoko hugs you tight before standing, grabbing the bags again and moving to the kitchen.
“What?” You sniffle and wipe at your eyes.
She starts pulling groceries out the bag as well as tupperware, setting everything up neatly and looking at you with a soft smile. “I’ll meal prep for you and Sukuna because I saw him the other day and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out.”
“And I'll clean.” Utahime adds in, removing the bottle from the baby's mouth and passing her to Yuki so she can stand.
“Guys.. I can help-”
“No.” Yuki glares. “You’ll go lay your ass down, or take a shower, do your school, I don’t care. You just pushed out a whole ass human not even two weeks ago, we got this.”
You simply nod because you’re too tired to argue, give your daughter a kiss on her cheek and grab your laptop before moving to your room. The apartment is full of noises and you try your best to finish the video you had been watching before they came but fell asleep five minutes later.
Sukuna is beyond exhausted by the time he gets home, pushing open the front door with slumped shoulders and half closed eyes. The charity event had taken longer than he thought it would and he was fucking pissed, wanting nothing more than to be home with you and his daughter.
His brother had also texted him earlier that day and told him he was back in the country and he and Yuji were excited to finally meet the baby. Sukuna wanted to tell him to fuck off but he had been trying to be a better person and that included not being an ass to people who cared and that he equally cared about, even if he was shit at showing it.
So he reluctantly agreed, sighing when his twin texted back a few seconds later stating they were an hour away. He was hoping to get a few hours of sleep but that clearly wasn’t happening and his annoyance only grew when he opened the front door.
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked around his living room in shock. It was spotless and smelled of air freshener instead of baby milk and there were three women sitting on his couch. The blonde he recognized as Choso’s girlfriend and your ex-roommate, was holding his daughter. Shoko and Utahime, he knew because he went to high school with them, were both folding clothes and the sight left him confused.
His eyes immediately went to look for you as he closed the door and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it and his hat up before stepping further inside.
“Looks like daddy’s home.” Yuki scrunched her nose at the baby, smiling and sitting her up to look at Sukuna.
His heart dropped as his daughter faced him, a little yawn escaping as she scrunched her body and stretched and his feet were moving before his brain registered what he was doing. He quickly washed his hands and moved to grab his baby, holding her close to his face and giving both cheeks a kiss, inhaling her baby scent that always gave him a boost of serotonin.
“Where’s (name)?” He didn’t acknowledge the other two nodding at him because his mind was still filled with panic that something happened and no one told him. It didn’t help that you hadn’t responded to his text asking what you wanted for lunch.
“She’s been asleep for the last two hours. We stopped by to help because you two clearly need it.” Shoko stood with folded clothes in her arms, setting them in the hamper.
Sukuna grunted, half annoyed that they were in his home but grateful because he’d rather pass out from exhaustion than tell anyone he needed help with anything. It wasn’t in his nature. So he let them finish what they were doing, thanked them when they were leaving and promised he’d let you know to text them when you woke.
“Alright brat, let’s go check on your mom.”
An hour later you’re all washed and dressed up, baby girl wearing the cutest white set and a headband on her head, pushing her pink back and Sukuna glared because if he didn’t he would cry.
When looks at you, his daughter against his chest, he swallows a moan. You were dressed in jeans and the same pink sweater you wore during your pregnancy, with the heart stitched into it and the way your jeans hugged your ass so perfectly had his face heating.
He knew he was fucked because the outfit wasn’t revealing at all but he still wanted to devour you, to make you wholly his and his only. He thought of how right it felt to tell that girl that you were his girlfriend, how it flowed so perfectly from his tongue like that had always been your rightful title.
Sukuna’s mind had grown dangerous since that day, thoughts of confessing his confusing feelings to you creeping in, wondering if even wanted him in that way. He had never doubted if a woman wanted him before, he was one of the most desired men on campus. Insecurity had never been a part of his vocabulary but this is the man you had turned him into. Utterly weak.
He clears his throat when you catch him looking, heart pounding even as he acts nonchalant, keeping his face straight and his emotions locked away. It’s what he was best at. “Jin should be here soon.”
He’s trying his best not to acknowledge the way you hold his gaze, looking at him with those same glossy eyes that had him weak from the moment he first laid eyes on you. You were so carefree that night, dancing with random men and pissing him off until he showed you that he could play that game better, fucking you until you were dripping with his seed.
“I-” You started to speak but was cut off by knocking at the door, the sound of a small voice yelling his name.
“UNC KUNA!”
Sukuna could hear his brother shushing him, the toddler simply laughing and knocking again. When he opened the door, his nephew crashed into his legs before he could blink, like he always does and squeezed tight but he didn't stay long before pushing past him and slamming his tiny body into yours.
You gasp before laughing and steadying your daughter against you, reaching one hand down to rub at his hair. “Aunt (name)!” and your heart skips a beat, eyes wide as you stare at Sukuna and he simply shrugs and lets his brother in, who’s holding flowers and gift bags.
“Sorry about that, he’s been talking nonstop about meeting his cousin.”
Jin looked equally as excited as his four year old, giving you a soft smile before his eyes fell to his niece who’s sound asleep in your arms. Yuji is pulling at your pants and staring up at her like she descended from the heavens.
“Is that the baby?”
“Yes.” You laugh.
“The real baby?” And you only nod as Sukuna comes up behind Yuji and lifts him, holding him with one arm so he can look at his cousin. The weight difference throws him off as he had become used to holding a seven pound baby and not his almost forty pound nephew.
“Yeah she's real, brat.” He grumbles. Yuji makes a wow sound and leans forward to get a better look at her. Sukuna tightens his grip to keep him from falling, annoyed that his nephew never had concern for his own safety.
“She has pink hair like us dad!” He gives Jin a big toothy grin, the man smiling back and looking from Sukuna to the baby, then you. “She does, buddy.”
Sukuna is avoiding looking at his twin because he knows exactly what he wants to say, knowing him all too fucking well. They had always been able to silently communicate, sometimes not even needing to look at each other to know what they were feeling or thinking, perks of being identical twins. So he keeps his eyes on the people in front of him, not wanting to touch on the conversation he knew was coming.
“Does she talk?”
“No.” Sukuna rolls his eyes.
“Can she play with me?”
“No.” He deadpans.
Yuji frowns at the baby. “Well then what does she do?”
“She eats, poops and sleeps.” He says matter of factly, adjusting his nephew in his arms and fighting back a smile at how much he looks like his daughter.
‘I do that too!”
Everyone laughs and when Sukuna sits his nephew down, Jin is passing you a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you've ever seen, colors of blue, pink and yellow littered throughout. “From me and Yuji.”
“Oh, you didn't have to do that.” Your face is burning as you use your free hand to accept them, smiling at Sukuna’s much softer twin. “Thank you Jin.”
“Can I hold her?” Yuji asks, moving to sit on the couch. He pushed little body all the way back against the cushion and he looked so small that it annoys Sukuna. A baby asking to hold a baby, it was ridiculous.
“No.”
“Yes.” You say at the same time and Jin laughs, moving to sit the gift bags down as you shoot Sukuna a glare from hell.
Needless to say you won in the end, passing Sukuna the flowers and moving to help Yuji hold your daughter. Yuji holds his arms out, tongue sticking out in concentration as he tries his best to stay still. You sit next to him and carefully move your daughter to his lap, making sure to adjust her head properly against his arm, his other one holding her legs.
Your hands hover a little before you swallow your anxiety and watch with careful eyes as the toddler looks down at his cousin, eyes wide in amazement when she gives a sleepy smile, pink gum on full display.
“She likes me!”
Later that day as the sun fades and dinner has been eaten, you and Yuji sit in front of the tv and play video games while Sukuna stands in the kitchen with Jin who’d been holding his niece for the last twenty minutes, smacking his brother's hand away when he tried to take her.
Sukuna’s watching you, smitten with how well you were getting along with Yuji and how obvious it was that his nephew liked you more than he probably liked him. He couldn’t blame the kid. You were beautiful, easy to like and he resented you for it. He’d never noticed these things about other women, never stuck around long enough to and here you were uprooting his life and making him break every rule he ever had for himself.
“You should just tell her.”
Sukuna snaps his eyes away from you, scowling at his brother before turning to finish washing the dishes. He never fucking washes dishes but here he was.
“I don’t know what you think you know but fuck off.”
Jin only laughs and places a kiss on his niece's head, keeping her secured against his chest. “You shouldn’t curse in front of her. You’d be surprised at what babies remember.”
Sukuna doesn’t respond but Jin keeps talking anyway, because of course he does. He’s one of the few people that isn’t afraid of the 6’5 tatted brute, knowing the person he had been before trauma destroyed him.
“All I’m saying is that I wish Kaori was still around for me to tell her how much I love her.” The sudden shift in Jin’s face has Sukuna’s hands slowing as he turns to look at him. Jin was staring at Yuji with sad eyes and a soft smile and he suddenly felt like shit.
He remembered the day Yuji was born, how happy JIn had been, sending him a picture that he simply hearted and said “Congrats 👍” to. Sukuna was on his way to the hospital the next day to properly meet his nephew when Jin called in hysterics, crying that Kaori had suffered from a postpartum hemorrhage and there was nothing the doctors could do. They were only eighteen and Sukuna was even more hotheaded than he was now, but the sight of his brother drowning in tears left him weak and with an aching chest.
It was the first time he hugged him since they were children.
“Tell her Ryomen, before it’s too late.”
Later that night, Sukuna is watching you as you two studied together. He had put your daughter to sleep almost an hour ago and when you asked for his help with a code you couldn’t crack, he dragged you to his room where you both were sitting on his bed with your laptops out. Eyes burning from the blue light.
You were so concentrated, face set in a frown as you typed away and blood was rushing in his ears when you looked up at him and smiled softly. You were so beautiful, too beautiful and not close enough. Before he could stop himself, he’s reaching a hand to rub just below your right eye.
“You had a lash there.”
Neither of you mention how intimate the act was.
“I will kill you brutally if anything happens to her. Literally cut you in half, do you understand?” Sukuna is standing in the frathouse living room two days later as you waited in the car, passing the carseat that contained his sleeping daughter to Gojo and silently praying that he doesn’t end up regretting this.
No one else was available to watch her. Nanami and Yuki shared the same class you both were heading to, needing to take this exam and not being able to bring your daughter. Jin was back out of town for a business meeting. The only saving grace was that Shoko and Utahime promised to stop by later to check on her.
“Yeah yeah, I got her. Nothing will happen to my god daughter under my care, I even made sure I didn’t drink last night!”
“That’s the bare minimum.”
“Wow. No appreciation for my sacrifice.”
Sukuna crouched beside the car seat one last time, adjusting her hat and blanket and brushing a finger against her cheek. He really wanted to cancel his exam. He groans, looking at his daughter over once more before forcing himself to stand before he changes his mind.
“Call me if she cries.”
“You’re gonna miss your test, goodbye!” Gojo sings, walking him to the door and closing itin his face.
To say Gojo was excited would be downplaying it. He was ecstatic, quickly jumping at the opportunity to spend time with his god daughter when Sukuna texted him. He had baby items next-day shipped to the house so he was prepared. A bassinet for his room, a shit ton of ridiculously expensive baby toys, clothes in case she needed it and a baby carrier because he saw a video explaining how babies liked being close to their parents.
He wasn’t her father obviously, but as her god father he was prepared. Sukuna was giving him a chance and he would be damned if he blew it. He even watched videos on how to properly change a diaper.
Gojo crouched by her carseat and let a silly smile form when he saw she was awake and staring at him with her fathers eyes. “Hello.”
She yawned and blinked at him slowly and the white haired adult grabbed at his chest and sighed lovingly, moving to unbuckle her from her seat. When he picked her up she stretched and his heart was melting. She was so fucking cute he was going to explode.
“This is the greatest day of my life.”
Suguru snickers from his spot on the couch, face buried in a book and his headphones halfway on his head. Toji shakes his head from the floor, where he’d been helping little Megumi build blocks. Gojo hated them both.
He presses your baby to his chest, using one arm to hold her bum and the other to put his hand on her back, holding her to his chest. Despite being the least responsible person in most situations, Gojo was annoyingly good at this. He bounced her lightly, picking up her baby bag and making his way to sit on the floor next to Toji.
The man glares at him before his eyes soften at the sight of his friend’s baby looking around curiously. Gojo tosses him the baby bag with a smirk, killing the mood.
“Grab her mat will you?”
Geto snorts from the couch and Toji clenches his jaw before doing as he was told. He unfolds the little pink mat and lays it on the floor in front of his frat brother that he was trying his best not to tear apart. He really fucking hated him.
Carefully, Gojo lays her on her back, leaning his lanky body over her and smiling like an idiot. He pushes his glasses atop his head and begins making weird faces at her to get her to smile, eyes widening when she sneezes.
“Bless you.”
The baby blinks at him, and even though Gojo knows she can’t properly see him, he still swears she can. For the next hour, nobody really needed to do anything. Whenever his god daughter got fussy, he’d change her diaper, feed her or he would pick her up and walk around with her. He walked though the house and pointed everything out, explaining that this was a fraternity and: “This is where you were created.” when they passed Sukuna’s room before heading back downstairs.
"And here we see Uncle Suguru pretending to study." He stands in front of the raven haired man, smiling down at him and snuggling your baby closer, who he now had strapped securely into a baby carrier, her cheek pressed against his chest. He looked ridiculous.
"I'm literally studying." Geto lifts a brow, letting his eyes wander to the baby that was entirely too small against Gojo’s towering form.
"A fascinating creature."
"Piss off Gojo."
When your baby makes a noise, he nods in agreement. "Excellent observation.”
It’s nearly time for her to go when Sukuna sends a text that makes him roll his eyes.
satan’s spawn: running a little behind. how's she doing?
gojo: peachy {1 attachment}
He sends him a picture of his baby who’s currently asleep in Geto’s arms, the man pretending like he’s not smitten with her, forcing himself to hide the smile that keeps fighting its way up. Gojo had reluctantly handed her over after making his friend wash his hands, telling him he’d spread his nasty fucking germs when Geto glared at him like he was offended.
“She’s drooling on you.” Gojo points out, hand moving forward to push her soft pink hair from her face.
“I know.” He shrugs. “She’s cute so it's okay.”
They stayed like that for ten minutes, baby sound asleep in Geto’s arm after having a bottle and her frat uncle scrolling through his phone to stop himself from crying. Keeping his hold on her strong, even as his arm started aching.
"Damn." Toji stood with his sleeping son in his arms, looking down at Geto with those dark eyes that seemed to glow at the sight of Sukuna’s daughter.
"What?" Gojo glares, looking ready to start barking like a guard dog and Toji laughs, adjusting Megumi.
"She's cute. Looks just like that fucker.”
Sukuna had texted that he was five minutes away when his arch nemesis Naoya Zenin showed up. The moment he noticed the baby, Gojo's mood soured and Geto held her closer, Toji glaring bullets at his cousin.
“Oh.” The blonde man tilts his head and smirks, slowly making his way toward the living room, still dressed in his track clothes, oblivious to the way everyone was on guard the moment he walked through the door.
No one had actually wanted him to join the frat but the Zenin’s had enough influence over the school that they had no choice but to accept him. Toji even changed his last name so he wouldn’t be associated with his family and shitty cousin. No one hated him more than Sukuna though, having been arrested for beating the blonde so badly he broke his nose, after he insulted his twin and nephew.
So the fact that he was even staring at his child right now was the greatest insult and it would be a fucking problem if Sukuna caught him.
“She’s cute.” He tries to move closer and Toji uses one hand to stop him, giving him a warning glare.
“Piss off Zenin-”
“Can I hold her?” And Gojo is instantly responding, his fists balled so tight his nails were digging into his palm. He hated this guy almost as much as Sukuna.
“Fuck no.”
Naoya blinked, smug grin wiped off his face as he frowned at the white haired man. “What, why?”
“Because her father hates you, you idiot. Or did you forget when he beat you within an inch of your life?” Toji pushes him back again, ignoring the way his cousin glares at him.
“That was three years ago! What does that have to do with anything?”
Gojo sighs and runs a hand down his face, his cheeks heating in anger. “Leave before he gets here and actually kills you this time.”
Naoya huffs, letting a slew of curses fly as he stomps up the stairs, mumbling about brotherhood and grudges.
Gojo sighed in relief, narrowly preventing a disaster because if Sukuna somehow found out he'd let Naoya Zenin around his daughter?
Well.
Let’s just say Gojo enjoyed being alive.
One month later
Your daughter was six weeks old now and you were starting to feel more like yourself. You were going to campus a lot more, sometimes with your baby in tow if Sukuna had classes as well. Often than not, your friends or Jin watched her when they could.
You and Sukuna had grown closer too, especially since he had refused to attend any frat parties after his fuck up when your daughter was only a week old. Sukuna, with all his flaws, hardly ever made the same mistake twice.
He started being softer with you as well. Making you a cup of coffee before your morning lectures, carrying you to bed when you’d fall asleep on the couch, texting you and apologizing whenever he was running late as soccer season was coming up and he was practicing a lot more.
It made you crave him at an unhealthy level. So when your doctor gave you the green light for sex, you were dropping your daughter at Shoko and Utahime’s place before Sukuna got home from practice, ensuring your baby had enough milk and diapers to last for the night and next morning.
You were showered, your entire body scented in the perfume you knew he liked, dressed in a short night gown that did almost nothing to hide your braless tits and watching tv on the couch when he walked in. You tensed up at the sight of him in sweats, soccer cleats still on, compression shirt peeking through his sweater. His hair was tousled and he looked so fucking masculine and delicious, you had to squeeze your legs to soothe the forming ache.
He didn’t even notice you until he was closing the door and turning, his frown fading into a smirk at the sight of you.
“Something special happening today?” He hums, dropping his bag by the door, removing his shoes and jacket before moving closer to you.
You stand up, wiping your sweaty palms down the silk brushing against your skin and nod. Your nerves were shot and you felt like throwing up. Would he even want to have sex with you? He’d seen you at your worst, hair a mess, baby puke on your oversized shirt, eyes bloodshot from a lack of sleep. Had he somehow lost his attraction to you in the six weeks since becoming parents?
“Y-yes.” You clear your throat when he tilts his head and raises a brow, waiting for you to continue, tired eyes dropping to your lips and then your chest. You bite your bottom lip and look around aimlessly, ears burning from the attention.
“Where’s (daughter’s name)?”
“With my friends for the night.” You respond fast and grip the sides of your night gown before letting go.
You hadn’t really planned this, just hoped he would see the dress and make the first move. You were painfully awkward since giving birth and it had been so long since he fucked you that you were left looking and feeling like a virigin idiot.
“Right..” He slowly nods, moving toward you until he was close enough to reach a hand out and take yours. “So?”
“So?” You whisper, staring at him with glossy eyes and hearts bursting behind them. He always left you starstruck and you hated it, especially because he laughs at you and it’s low and sends butterflies straight to your pussy.
“Did you need something from me?” He’s pulling you closer by the hand he’s holding, stopping when you’re just shy of touching his chest, and you can feel your nipples hardening, unfiltered lust burning through your body.
Once you look up at him it’s like you’re trapped in a hypnotizing spell because you can’t look away, your pupils dilate at the sight of this man towering over, the smell of his soap filling your nostrils and you can’t remember how to speak so you nod your head yes.
He smirks, hand moving to cup your chin, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip as he tilts your head back. “Yeah? Use your words then, pretty girl. Can’t read your mind.”
You groan in annoyance because you know that he knows what you want and the teasing was merely for his entertainment. You can tell by the stupid smirk on his stupid lips, annoyingly attractive face.
“I-I went to see my doctor..”
He swallows hard, pulling you completely against his chest as his eyes fall to your lips. “Hmm, and what did they say?”
“Well.. it’s been six weeks and-” You clear your throat, face growing hot because why was he doing this to you? You wanted to scream. At him for being an ass and yourself for being a coward.
“And?” He’s moving his hand to grip the back of your neck, moving closer with a shit eating grin, before letting it travel further down, the tip of his fingers dragging across your skin and leaving goosebumps in its path. He played with the straps of your nightgown, waiting for you to answer. You sighed and arched against him.
“Please don’t play stupid.” You whisper, hands coming up to grip his shirt, looking at him with a frustrated glare as your cunt grows wetter by the second.
“I’m not-”
Fuck it! You stand on your toes and crash your lips against his and it takes him a few seconds before he’s pushing back against you, hands moving to grip your ass and pull you impossibly closer. His tongue is dancing with yours, your spit is mixing and you’re moaning like a needly slut before he’s even inside of you.
His hands are moving so gently against your body and you don’t need that right now. You need him to treat you the way he did the night he got you pregnant, to use to get both you and himself off him. To feel him stretching and pounding you again. It’s been too long and you were about to burst with need.
Your groan in frustration against his mouth, hand moving to grip his cock through his sweatpants and smirking when you find he’s already hard. He sucked in a sharp breath and took your tongue into his mouth, sucking until he’s satisfied, letting go and biting your bottom lip.
“Mmm, I think I know what you need."
“Then stop fucking teasing me and give it to me.”
He’s smacking your ass and pulling you back against him and your head is spinning with lust. “Ask nicely and maybe I will.”
You’re not above begging, not when it comes to the goliath of a man standing over you. You would gladly grovel and drop to your knees if it meant feeling him inside of you again. You rubbed your tits against him, relishing at the way he tightens his jaw and glares at you, squeezing your hips in warning.
“Pleaseee Ryo- need you to fuck me so bad. It’s been so long, please-”
Sukuna slams his lips back on yours because while you were weak for him, he was utterly ruined when it came to you. He was so hooked on you, imagining all the ways he’d fuck you since you left that hospital and really you didn’t have to beg because he knew from the moment he walked through the door and seen that slutty piece of fabric you called a night gown, he would be bending you over that couch and taking what was his.
He was just an asshole and loved to hear you beg for him, proof that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. That he wasn’t the only one feeling this gravitational pull between you two and he was tired of ignoring it.
Your gown was gone in a flash and his cock grew rock hard at the sight of you completely bare beneath it. He was fucking whipped for you it take all his strength not to drop to the floor and eat your pussy right there.
“Such a slutty girl. All of this for me, babe?” He spins you around and pulls you against his chest, grinding his cock into your ass and you’re moaning so beautifully that he can’t control himself.
“Bend over the couch for me, yeah?” He grips your ass and bites at your neck hard, using his tongue to soothe it over when you gasp in pain.
You nod and do as he says, your hands gripping the arm of the couch as you bend over and gasp as he stands behind you, not as close as you want but close enough to let his hand run down your ass, fingers moving between your legs until he was rubbing them down your wet cunt.
He groaned at the way your juices coated his finger and he was just a fucking a man, a weak one at that because he was dropping to his knees and wasting no time. Sukuna had never been so desperate in his life, it was almost embarrassing.
His face was between your legs and he was licking you from hole to clit, groaning in annoyance when he couldn’t quite reach where he wanted. He was moving his face back, hands grabbing your hips before he was spinning you again, ignoring your surprised gasp and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.
“Perfect.” He stares at your cunt like a crazed man and you're throwing your head back as he sucks on your clit, using one hand to pull you tight against his face and the other to push two fingers inside of you.
“S’good, mmm s’sweet.”
He’s eating you like a mad man, like he was on death row and you were the last meal he’d requested. He moves his head in circles, his nose brushing against your cunt and he’s inhaling like your scent gives him life.
“Ryo! Oh my fucking god, w-whaaat- huuuuh- are you d-doing to me?” Electricity is buzzing in your veins and he’s eating you so, so good that you already feel like coming, grinding your hips against his face, growing more attracted at the sight of his tats.
He’s looking through your soul and his red eyes look like they’re glowing, like your juices were giving him strength and you swear you he’s smirking even if he’s too busy sucking your clit like his life depended on it.
“NGGHHHH, just like that! Don’t s-sstop!” Your stomach is twisting, your legs are shaking and you’re experiencing pure ecstasy, hands gripping and pulling his hair and he’s encouraging you.
When he moves his tongue to your hole and slurps, you’re squirting all over his face and he’s laughing against you while you experience a soul crushing orgasm. He just closes his eyes and sucks your clit hard, helping you ride through your high, ignores his own aching cock because nothing satisfies him more than getting you off.
When your leg drops his shoulder, he licks around his lips and wipes his face as he stands and catches your limp body, pulling you against as you breathed heavy in an attempt to catch your breath.
“Not done with you.”
You don’t protest when he carries you bridal style to his room and gently lies you on your bed. You don’t notice him stripping down to nothing, stroking his leaking cock as he walks to the bed and crawls over you, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders.
He’s groaning louder than he ever has as he slowly pushes into you, grabbing your chin and squeezing, telling you: “Open your fucking eyes baby, look at me. Please.” and you’re still not used to hearing Sukuna beg but he does and it’s only ever for you.
He’s only got the tip in, pressing his forehead to yours and being sure to keep his eyes on you with every slow stroke. He’s loving the way you squirm beneath him, telling him he’s too big but he knows you can take it because you were made for him, body sculpted by the gods to take his cock so fucking perfectly.
He smiles at you, genuinely, cock throbbing from the way your walls squeeze around but for Sukuna this is more than sex. You were his life force and he would die if he couldn’t experience this every day for the rest of his pathetic life.
“S’pefect, all mine.” His hand is cupping your cheek and for the first time, he’s the one with hearts exploding behind his eyes.
With each slam of his hips he’s pushing your body up the bed, headboard slamming against the wall and the sound of the bed creaking mixing with the sound of your combined breathy moans was so filthy, so fucking hot that he couldn’t breathe properly.
This feeling was deeper than euphoric, the way you’re refusing to look away, arms coming to wrap around his neck and pull his lips to yours. He’s kissing you so sweetly and Sukuna’s never been this soft in his life but with you it feels so right, so natural.
Sukuna shaking as a foreign feeling fills his body and he recalls what Jin told him all those weeks ago. Just tell her and his tongue is tied because he’s never spoken those words to a woman before , so he’s pushing deeper into you, moving his hips in circles, dragging his cock in and out, your gummy walls pulsing around him.
He wasn’t good at feeling but he was good at fucking.
He places his head between your neck and shoulder, littering your burning skin with kisses, trying his best to show you what he can’t tell you because he was a coward. The way your hands are dragging down his back, nails digging into his skin, has him feral. He’s pounding into you faster, moving his hands above your head to grip the sheets and lifting his body so he can watch you come undone.
“Taking me so well, sweets, tight pussy is basically choking me. You miss me that bad?” He’s being cocky again and you obviously love it with the way your eyes shine, tears spilling out the corner as you moan like a pornstar and throw your head back.
Sukuna’s hands are shaking and he’s fucking into you harder, watching your tits bounce and his chest growing tight at how beautiful you are. He should be focusing on reaching his high but he’s too busy noticing things about you. Like the small freckles on your neck, so light you’d have to be staring hard to see it. The way you always bite your lip when you’re close or how you have a birth mark right beneath your left ear.
He’s so incredibly fucked, and he loves it- he loves-
“I love you. I love you so fucking much.” It spills out before he can stop it and his heart is thumping, thumping, thumping.
Your eyes are wide, moans growing soft as you stare at him in disbelief and Sukuna is so scared that you don’t feel the same but he also doesn’t care because he finally said. Admitting it to himself and you.
Your hand moves to his hair and you pull him back to you, his hips stutter as his orgasm approaches and your lips are brushing his, eyes locked on him as the world revolves around only you two. Spinning just for this moment to take place.
“I love you too, Ryomen.”
And he’s blinking back tears before kissing you again, squeezing your ass as he reaches his peak and he’s spilling into you at the same time as you clench around him. You're both moaning into each other's mouth, not kissing but breathing each other's air. His cum is leaking out of you and dripping onto the sheets, his hips slowing down as he pushes the last of his load into you. And you both are kissing again and Sukuna knows everything is going to change after this night because he has never, never loved anyone the way that he loves you.
And there was no way he’d go back to being just co-parents. He was going to buy a ring tomorrow and he was going to marry you because you were his and fuck, he was yours.
note: phew 😅 ch. 5 is finally here and fratkuna has entered his lover boy era! I hope this was worth the wait because I was sweating trying to finish this lmfaoo
baby yuji has a fever and husband!sukuna is not super normal about it
a small rag is dipped soaking up icy cold water from a bowl, the humidity of the room let out by a slightly ajar window.
you twist the rag wringing out any extra water,
“it’ll be a bit cold okay, yu?” you assure yuji your poor 4 yo baby who had just come down with a fever.
he must’ve caught it from kindergarten.
yuji tugs at the blanket covering his form and nods a small pout on his baby features. he proceeds to wince at the cold rag pressed to his forehead as you coo trying to calm him down, your worry evident.
“it’s not that cold, brat”
your husbands voice cuts sharp through your assurances, you raise your gaze to shoot him a glare the attempt futile because sukuna is too busy having a staring contest with his son.
“it is cold dad”
sukuna tuts crossing his arms.
“well toughen up”
“i am tough! i am tough! mommy tell him”
sukuna reaches out placing the back of his hand against yuji’s chubby cheek.
still warm he thinks, his mind clouded with doubt and frustration until he feels your touch on his arm.
you brush your thumb there understanding, knowing. sukuna’s expression is conflicted he’s bursting with worry and your touch sends some form of assurance causing him to look at you.
“he’ll be okay” you mouth trying not to let yuji see how weak both his parents are when it comes to him.
sukuna looks at you debating your words and then finally relents closing his eyes and sighing. he trusts you.
you resume your previous notion. the room filled with splashing sounds of the wet rag being dipped then wrung out and yuji babbling about one thing or another already starting to miss school and his friends.
you continue working meticulously only stopping when precipitate builds up on your own forehead and bringing up an arm to rub it off.
sukuna who’d been observing the both of you silently now steps in taking the rag from your hand asking you to move over.
your son who’d been at the verge of sleep now mutters “but i want mommy to do it..”
“yeah yeah why don’t you get better and stop me then huh?” sukuna sneers.
you leave both father and son alone to get a refill on the ice only to come back to a sleeping yuji and a softened sukuna at his side, his shoulders slumped eyebrows knitted with worry.
you watch him dab yujis face carefully every motion deliberate as if he was a fragile little thing and to sukuna he was.
you’re sure of it then that his words had no bite.
sukuna senses you return back to his side, he takes the ice from you putting it aside with the rag. his strong arms pull you in.
your face coming to rest in the crook of his neck.
“he’ll be okay, don’t worry your head off” he murmurs and you melt your exhaustion fading away.
because seriously what is better than a caring sukuna?
firefly; i wrote this based off of how my mom would take care of me when i had a fever as a child and also my undying maternal love towards yuji itadori❀ུ͏
You were sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone while petting the dog curled up on your lap. Sukuna was sitting beside you, your little daughter in his arms, gently bouncing her and making soft noises just to see her smile.
She was completely focused on him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt.
“Da….da” she babbled.
Sukuna froze for half a second, then looked at you like he’d just won the lottery.
"Did you hear that?”
You smiled. “She’s been saying that all day.”
He clicked his tongue, pretending not to care, but hugged her a little closer anyway. “Yeah yeah Daddy’s right here princess.”
Just then, Yuji appeared in the living room with his homework. "mommm can you help me?” he asked.
“Ask your father” you said casually.
Sukuna’s head shot up. “Hey! Why do I need to help him?!” he protested, glaring at you.
You gave him a side-eye glare. He gulped, his gaze flicking nervously to your eyes, then everywhere else. “…Fine” he muttered “I’ll help you.” And just like that, he was explaining math problems to your son.
Later that afternoon, you were watering the plants when your neighbor, Mamaguro- Megumi’s mom called out. “Hey, want to come to the park with us?”
“Sounds fun” you said.
The moment you mentioned Sukuna joining, he yelled from behind you. “Why do I have to go?!”
You turned to give him the side-eye glare again.
Behind Mamaguro, Toji stifled a laugh, which immediately earned him a glare from Sukuna.
Eventually, everyone went together and had a wonderful time. Yuji ran around cheerfully, dragging along a grumpy Megumi and an equally cheerful Tsumiki. Sukuna stayed close, holding your baby, while Toji muttered “We got lucky.”
Leaning beside Sukuna, he teased, “Didn’t know you were the obedient husband type.”
Sukuna growled lowly. “Shut up.”
You glanced over at him. “Sukuna?”
“Yes dear” he replied, his tone softening.
Toji nearly lost it, trying not to laugh. Sukuna noticed immediately and scowled. “Don’t laugh.”
But when you smiled at him, all the irritation and grumpiness melted from his face in an instant, leaving only a soft expression that made your heart skip.
The sun is streaming through the kitchen windows, the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes is filling the air, and you are currently standing at the stove, flipping a slightly burnt blueberry pancake.
Sukuna is sitting at the kitchen island. He’s fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging gray sweatpants, his damp pink hair falling into his eyes. He’s scrolling through his phone, sipping his black coffee, completely relaxed.
“Hey,” you say, not looking away from the frying pan. “Can you grab the syrup from the pantry?”
“Yeah, I got it babe.” Sukuna rumbles. He stands up, his massive frame easily reaching the top shelf of the pantry. He sets the bottle on the counter next to you, leaning in to press a lingering, warm kiss to your bare shoulder. “Smells good.”
“Thanks, babe,” you smile, leaning into his touch.
It’s a normal morning. A perfectly domestic, quiet morning. And then, the patter of tiny, bare feet echoes down the hallway.
Yuji waddles into the kitchen. He’s wearing his favorite dinosaur pajamas, his spiky pink hair sticking up in every possible direction. He’s clutching an empty plastic sippy cup in one chubby hand, looking incredibly serious for a toddler who just woke up.
He stops in the middle of the kitchen floor. He looks at you. He looks at Sukuna.
Then, he takes a deep breath, puffs out his little chest, and yells, “Babe!”
You freeze. The spatula in your hand halts mid-air. Sukuna stops mid-sip of his coffee. He slowly lowers the mug, his eyes blinking in confusion.
“Did he just…” you whisper, slowly turning your head to look at your husband.
“There’s no way,” Sukuna mutters, his brow furrowing. He looks down at the two-year-old. “What did you say, little man?”
Yuji marches over to Sukuna. He stops right at his father’s bare feet, tilts his head all the way back to look up at the towering 6’4” wall of muscle, and holds up his empty sippy cup.
“Babe,” Yuji says, his voice completely clear and demanding. “Juice. Pwease.”
Sukuna’s jaw drops.
You slap a hand over your mouth, your eyes going wide. “Oh my god.”
“Did you…” Sukuna stammers, looking from Yuji to you, completely bewildered. “Did he just call me babe?”
“He definitely just called you babe,” you wheeze, a laugh bubbling up in your throat.
Yuji, growing impatient with the lack of service, turns his attention to you. He waddles over to the stove, tugging on the hem of your pajama shorts.
“Babe,” Yuji insists, pointing a chubby finger at the frying pan. “Pancake.”
A loud, booming bark of laughter erupts from your husbands chest. He throws his head back, his massive shoulders shaking as he braces his hands on the kitchen island. “Holy shit,” he wheezes.
“It’s not funny!” you scold, though you are biting your lip so hard to keep from laughing that it actually hurts. “He’s going to go to daycare and call his teachers babe!”
“The kid’s got swagger, what can I say?” Sukuna laughs, wiping his eyes. He crouches down, bringing himself to Yuji’s eye level. “Hey. Buddy. Who am I?”
Yuji looks at him like it’s the stupidest question in the world. He reaches out, patting Sukuna’s tattooed cheek with a sticky hand. “Babe.”
Sukuna bites his fist, his face turning red from the effort of holding in another hysterical laugh. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Stop swearing!” you hiss, swatting Sukuna’s shoulder with the spatula. You kneel down next to him, putting on your most serious, gentle mom-face. “Yuji, sweetie, look at me.”
Yuji blinks his big, golden eyes at you. “Yeah?”
You let out a long groan, dropping your head into your hands. Sukuna is practically vibrating next to you, completely useless.
“No, baby,” you say, looking back up. You point to yourself. “I am Mama. Ma-ma.”
Yuji stares at you.
You point to Sukuna, who is currently trying to compose his face into something resembling a responsible parent. “And he is Dada. Da-da. Not babe.”
Yuji looks at Sukuna. He looks at you. His little eyebrows furrow in deep toddler concentration. He’s processing the information. You can practically see the gears turning in his head.
“Mama,” Yuji says slowly, pointing at you.
“Yes!” you cheer, clapping your hands. “Good boy!”
Yuji then points at Sukuna. “Dada.”
“Exactly,” Sukuna nods, looking incredibly proud. “Nailed it, little man.”
Yuji smiles, a massive, gummy grin that lights up his entire face. He looks thrilled with himself. He holds up his sippy cup again, looking right at Sukuna.
“Dada babe! Juice!”
“I give up,” you sigh, standing back up and walking over to the fridge to get the apple juice. “We’re raising a tiny frat boy. This is entirely your fault.”
“My fault?!” Sukuna gasps from the floor, trying to catch his breath. “How is this my fault?!”
“Because you call me babe every five seconds!” you argue, pouring juice into the plastic cup. “You never use my actual name! You never call me mama! He literally thinks ‘babe’ is a universal pronoun!”
“You call me babe too!” Sukuna defends himself, sitting up and resting his arms on his knees. He looks entirely too amused by the situation. “I haven’t heard you call me ‘dada’ unless we’re in the bedroom, and even then—”
“RYOMEN SUKUNA!” you shriek, your face flushing a shade of red as you shove the sippy cup into his chest. “Not in front of the child!”
“What? He doesn’t know what that means,” Sukuna smirks, standing up and effortlessly pulling you by the waist until your back is flush against his chest. He rests his chin on top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.
Yuji happily takes his juice, taking a long sip before waddling over to the living room to watch his cartoons, completely oblivious to the absolute crisis he just caused.
“We have to actively start calling each other Mama and Dada around him. Seriously. I am not having my two-year-old walk around the grocery store yelling ‘babe’ at me.”
“Alright, alright,” Sukuna chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back. He presses a soft kiss to your hair. “We’ll be better. Strictly Mama and Dada from now on.”
“Promise?” you ask, turning your head to look up at him.
“Yes, mommy..” he laughs, kissing your cheek. You groan, elbowing him hard in the ribs. “I hate you.”
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when dadkuna gets the call that his son’s suspended for fighting at school
the call hits at 3:17 pm. the school number on the cracked screen of your phone. you swipe to answer before it can ring twice.
“hello?"
“mrs. ryomen? we need either you or your husband to come down to the office. your son was involved in a physical altercation. he’s suspended for three days pending further review. he’s waiting here now.”
you press two fingers to the bridge of your nose, already feeling the headache bloom. “wha—okay. we’ll be there in twenty.”
sukuna’s in the garage, hunched over the old harley he’s been rebuilding for months. black tank clinging to his back from the heat, grease streaked across his forearms where his tattoos peek out. he doesn’t look up when you step into the open bay.
“hey kuna?” you softly call, “school called.”
he keeps wiping the carburetor with a shop rag. “what now.”
“he got into a fight and they’re suspending him. we have to go pick him up.”
the rag stops mid-motion. his jaw flexes once, visible even from the side. “he start it?”
“they didn’t say over the phone.”
“figures.” he tosses the rag onto the cluttered workbench. his tools scattered, half-empty beer can sweating beside a crumpled pack of cigarettes. “let’s go.”
the drive is quiet except for the sound of the truck and sukuna's knuckles white on the wheel. you know better than to fill the silence with platitudes. he hates that shit.
ren, your son, is slouched in one of the orange plastic chairs bolted to the wall outside the principal’s door. his split lip already swelling, fresh bruise blooming purple under his left eye, knuckles split and crusted. blood’s dried in a thin line down the front of his gray hoodie. he looks up when the door swings open, meets sukuna’s stare straight on. no ounce of apology in his eyes. just the same stubborn set to his mouth you’ve seen a thousand times in the mirror.
he was looking exactly like sukuna at that age in the old photos you've seen.
not only does he look like his dad, he for sure got his temper too.
"you better have a damn good reason." sukuna stops in the doorway, boots planted. “what the fuck happened.”
“some kid wouldn’t shut up about mom,” ren says, “said shit i wasn’t about to let stand, so i handled it.”
ahhh fortunately for him, that's enough of an excuse to sukuna.
you feel sukuna’s temper rise and you just sigh knowing he’ll most likely tolerate this behavior again. you move first, moving pass them into the principal’s office ready to get this over with so you can have a talk with your son properly.
the principal’s a nervous-looking guy in a polyester suit two sizes too big. he looks ridiculous, you and sukuna once had a good laugh talking about him. he stands when you enter. sukuna follows, shoulders filling the narrow doorway. he doesn’t sit. just crosses his arms and leans against the wall, tattoos catching the harsh overhead light.
he clears his throat twice. “mr. and mrs. ryomen thank you for coming so quickly.”
sukuna stays silent as the principal fidgets with a pen.
“your son initiated the physical contact,” he starts. “the other student sustained a mild concussion. we’re recommending–”
“he said something about my wife,” sukuna interrupts. "that true or what?"
the principal lets out a nervous chuckle. “be that as it may, we maintain a zero-tolerance policy toward violence–”
sukuna’s voice cuts in again, “say that part again. what exactly did the other kid say about her?”
the room goes still, you don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or proud that both your husband and son are standing up for you like this. ren shifts his weight, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.
“called her a gold digger,” ren says. “said she only married you for the cash and that you’re just some ex-con tattoo artist who knocked her up... that pissed me off."
sukuna’s gaze flicks to you for half a heartbeat. you shake your head the smallest amount—no. he exhales loudly, the frustration in him growing more.
“so my kid put his hands on a loudmouth who was talking shit about his mother,” sukuna says. “and you’re punishing him for it.”
“school policy is clear—”
“your policy’s obviously shit.” sukuna pushes off the wall. “you let these kids talk whatever trash they want all day, but the minute someone actually responds, you clutch your pearls?”
“mr. ryomen, i’m going to have to ask you to—”
you can't stand this.
“me and my husband understand the suspension. we’ll take him home. do we need to sign anything?”
the principal hesitates, then slides the forms across the desk. you sign quick while sukuna keeps staring at the motivational poster on the wall like he’s imagining putting a fist through it.
the parking lot’s baking under the late-afternoon sun, shadows stretch long and jagged from the chain-link fence and the row of staff cars, a couple seagulls wheel overhead, crying once before banking toward the football field. the truck chirps twice when sukuna thumbs the fob, the doors unlock with that familiar pop.
sukuna's ready to hear whatever lecture you have to give this time.
“backseat, ren,” you say flatly.
he doesn’t argue. he ducks his head and slides into the back without a sound. the leather creaks under your guys weight as sukuna fires the engine.
“you don’t get to decide what’s worth fighting over at school,” you start. “i don’t care what he said about me. you don’t put your hands on someone because words hurt your feelings. that’s not how this works.”
ren stares down at the rubber floor mat.
“you’re grounded. two weeks. no phone, no going out, no friends over. you come straight home after school when the suspension’s up. you do your work, you help around the house, and you think about why throwing punches isn’t a solution. clear?”
ren nods once, slow. “yeah.”
“say it.”
he lifts his eyes just enough to meet yours in the rearview. “it’s clear. i’m grounded two weeks. no phone, no nothing.”
you hold his gaze another second, then turn back forward. “good.”
the rest of the drive unspools in thick silence. traffic thins as you leave the school zone, the sun dipping low enough that the dashboard glows faintly orange. you keep your eyes on the road, fingers laced loosely in your lap, while sukuna’s grip on the wheel stays steady but no longer bone-white.
when the truck finally rolls into the driveway, sukuna kills the engine with a twist of the key. the sudden quiet is awkward.
you unbuckle first, turning halfway in your seat. “i’m starting dinner. kuna,” you pause facing your husband, “talk to him.”
sukuna exhales through his nose when you enter the house. he reaches over and twists the key back just enough to kill the accessory power, plunging the cabin into near-darkness except for the faint streetlight spilling through the windshield.
ren’s voice comes out low, a little nervous now that it's just his dad with him, “you mad at me?”
sukuna laughs in response. “mad?” he echoes. “nah, not mad. you did what you had to do.”
"wait really??"
“kid talked shit about your mom,” sukuna continues, “you handled it. part of me gets that—hell, most of me does. but your mother just laid it out plain, she's right, you don’t swing first at school. not because defending family is wrong. because getting caught makes it useless. next time you decide something’s worth handling, make sure no one sees. or better yet, walk away and deal with it where cameras don’t reach and mouths don’t run to teachers.”
ren nods slowly, throat working like he’s swallowing everything he wants to say. “she’s pissed.”
“she’s pissed because she doesn’t want you turning into me at sixteen.” sukuna finally flicks his eyes to the rearview mirror, meeting ren’s gaze head-on. “look just take the grounding, do the time, don’t argue with her. she’ll cool off faster that way.”
ren rubs his jaw, careful around the swelling bruise. “yeah… okay. i get it, thanks dad.”
sukuna pops his door open, the dome light flooding the cab with weak yellow. “come on. go help her with whatever she’s doing in there and ice that face before it swells completely shut.”
ren climbs out first, shoulders hunched a little like the weight of the day is still sitting on them. sukuna follows a second later, pocketing the keys as he exhales once more.
later that night when the house quiets down, ren’s already shut himself in his room, lights off early for once.
you and sukuna are both in bed too.
sukuna’s sprawled face-down on the mattress, shirt gone, the wide map of his back exposed.
he groans low when you climb onto the bed behind him, knees bracketing his hips. your hands settle between his shoulder blades first, thumbs digging slow circles into the knots that live there permanently.
“fuck—right there,” he mutters into the pillow.
massaging him is one of the routines you guys do before sleeping, sukuna claims it completes his day no matter how shitty it went.
you keep the pressure steady, working down the length of his spine. the room smells faintly of his soap and the arnica gel you rubbed into ren’s face earlier.
after a minute you lean forward, hair brushing his shoulder.
“sooo you two talk in the truck?”
“yeah.”
your palms slide up to his traps, kneading deeper. “and???”
“told him he did good putting the kid in his place.” sukuna shifts his head to the side so he can talk properly. “but that he can’t be dumb about it next time. school cameras, witnesses, snitches—whole system’s built to catch the guy who actually swings. told him if he’s gonna handle shit, handle it clean. or don’t handle it at all.”
you pause for half a second, glaring at him. “so you basically told him it’s fine to fight… just don’t get caught.”
he snorts. “i told him reality ain’t the same as the lecture you gave. sweetheart, you want him safe and i want him smart. both can be true.”
your hands start moving again, tracing the ridges of muscle along his ribs. “you’re enabling him.”
“i’m not telling him to start fights.” sukuna turns his head the other way, cheek pressed flat to the pillow so he can see you out of the corner of his eye. “i’m telling him the world doesn’t run on zero-tolerance posters. kid talks about you like that again? someone’s gonna feel it. might as well be someone who knows how to throw properly. i just don’t want him suspended every other week or expelled before he graduates.”
you press your thumbs into the base of his skull, he hisses softly, sounding pleased.
“he looks so much like you in those old pictures now,” you say quieter.
“he’s got your eyes though. softer when he’s not pissed. he’ll figure it out.”
you lean down, lips touching the warm skin behind his ear. “you really not mad at him?”
“nah.” his voice drops lower. “‘m feeling proud. some punk runs his mouth about my wife and my kid lays him out without blinking? that’s blood. that’s mine.” he exhales again. “but i hate seeing his face fucked up. hate even more that he’s gonna carry my reputation around like a target. they already look at him sideways because of me.”
your hands slide down his arms now, working the tension out of his forearms, the same ones that were covered in grease earlier. “he’s not you at sixteen. he’s got us. both of us.”
sukuna turns over suddenly. quick enough that you have to brace on his chest to keep balance. he catches your wrists and tugs you down until you’re half sprawled across him. his eyes flick over your face, looking tired.
“c’mere,” he mutters, already reaching. "didn't i just get lucky?"
his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair just enough to guide you down. he pulls you in like it’s the most natural thing after a day like this.
the kiss lands soft, lips pressing slow against yours. you taste the faint mint from the gum he was chewing earlier, mixed with whatever’s left of the day on his breath. his other arm loops around your lower back, palm flat and heavy, dragging you closer until there’s no space left.
your chest against his, heartbeat thumping steady under your hand.
he angles his head to deepen the kiss. tongue brushes yours lazily like he’s savoring it, you feel his fingers tighten slightly in your hair before loosening again.
you pull back after a minute, just enough to breathe. noses still touching, foreheads pressed.
he doesn’t open his eyes right away. just stays close, breathing you in.
“better?” you whisper.
“mm yeah.”
his thumb strokes along your jaw then he leans up and kisses you again. it's shorter this time like he’s saying shut up and stay here. lips linger a second longer before he drops his head back to the pillow with a tired exhale.
arms stay wrapped around you, one hand settling low on your back, the other still loosely in your hair.
“stop thinking about it, kay? he’ll be alright,” he says eventually. “yer a great mom and 'm trying not to screw up too. he got time to fuck up and figure it out. more than i ever did.”
A/N: genuinely. what is this. art by _avecot on x. also vote
