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⤷ 𝓲n which your husband satoru is overly clingy with you, even after arguing. and now it seems like it runs in the family where your son is just as — if not more clingy.

𝓬ontents: hurt/comfort, canon sorcerer au where you and gojo have a one year old together, very suggestive themes and fluff <3

all you wanted today was some peace and quiet, but it looked like your son and satoru believed otherwise.

your baby was attached by the hip for almost weeks on end, which of course is expected at one years old. but his growing attachment combined with not eating anything you made for him and finding humour in throwing around his heavy toys had you going insane.

normally satoru wouldn’t hesitate to step in and help to make your life a whole lot easier when your son was being difficult, but he was sent on a mission for a few days which left you all alone. on the rare occasion, he would be more of a nuisance than help, but let’s not jinx that.

luckily enough, he was expected to return back today. so all would be fine, right?

however, you and satoru had an unresolved argument before he left – ironically about how he overworks himself to a dangerous extent. things were now very awkward between the two of you, barely messaging during his time away unless it was to update him with cute pictures of your son or your typical goodnight/good morning messages to each other.

❀

it’s late at night when your baby has finally gone to sleep, now just you and your husband. satoru being perceptive as ever, notices you’re quieter than usual and asks, “i can tell something’s bothering you, what’s up?”

“satoru, i’m worried for you..”

“worried for me? why?”

“i think you’re taking on way too many risky missions. do you not see how they’ll eventually burn you out?”

“that’s cute, but you don’t need to worry about me sweets. i’m the strongest after all!”

“don’t be arrogant with me right now, i genuinely worry that you won’t make it back home one day. back to us. i have nightmares all the time that i’ll have to learn to live a life without you because you pushed your own limits.”

“it’s not really arrogant if it’s true...”

you clicked your tongue in annoyance, “if that’s all you take away from that then i think you seriously need to grow up.”

“okay look, i don’t know what to tell you. everyone’s relying on me as a safety net for their lives.“

“but are you their only sorcerer? just because you’re the strongest doesn’t mean you’re the only one alive and working.”

“it’s not like they can always rely on the students to take on death missions which really are just a piece of cake for me. this isn’t just a silly thing i do on a whim. it’s my job. don’t you think i know the risks that come with it?”

“of course i know, but how many times have you promised me that you were going to quit or only stick to teaching now that you’re a family man? all of which were your words by the way. so maybe don’t keep making empty promises to me and your baby that you can’t even live up to.” your voice shakes at the end, falling silent as you wipe away the tears threatening to spill.

just as he was about to speak up and try comfort you, his phone rings. you roll your eyes knowing that when someone calls him this late it’s most likely the higher ups sending him on another mission. he sighs before answering, the timing could not have been worse in helping his case.

satoru tries to listen to the details of the case, but he’s more attentive to you — not even attempting to hide it as he looks at you. now you just feel awkward with his bright blue orbs staring into your soul.

“it’s a special grade curse abroad. they said it should take around three days.” he’s still gazing into your eyes, trying to anticipate your reaction. but you’re not looking at him anymore, now focused on the ground.

“just go, satoru.”

❀

“honey, i’m home!” he calls out from the front entrance, immediately teleporting back once the mission was complete.

“dada!” your son crawls out of your grasp and waddles over to satoru’s leg, practically jumping in joy.

“hello little munchkin~ you’ve been taking care of mama?” he lifts him up and tickles his belly. your son obviously didn’t understand a thing he said, simply giggling in response. that’s when satoru really looks at you, taking in your exhausted expression and dark circles.

“hi my love, how about you get some rest, hm? i’ll take care of him.”

“n–no, it’s okay. you’re probably starving right now, i’ll make your favourite?”

“nope. won’t be needing that. i stopped by the local cafe to taste test the whole menu, and brought it back to you!” with a swipe of his fingers the front door opens and reveals the food bags floating in. your greedy baby attempts to reach out to the nearest bag with his mouth almost drooling at the sight of his favourite desserts peaking out.

“thank you, toru…” you sigh in relief as you take one of the bags full of savoury pastries and croissants before heading back upstairs to your room.

you feel well-rested after an hour or so passes, now in the state where your body is half awake and half asleep. that doesn’t last for long before satoru barges in with your baby.

“sweets!” “mama!” they call in unison.

“uhh..hi..?” you sit up and reply, still in a very much confused daze.

“we missed you! well– him more than me..” satoru chuckles as your baby kicks his tiny feet around. he plops onto the bed and your baby jumps out of his hold and onto your stomach. you wince slightly but accept his little bear hug nonetheless.

“y’know what i just realised, sweets?” he asks, getting comfy as he rests his head on your lap.

“hm?”

“you haven’t kissed me at all since i came back, not even a peck!” he pouts and crosses his arms like a child. is he going to pretend like the argument just didn’t happen at all?

“seriously?”

“more serious than the birth of this lil’ guy!” he exclaims, pointing at your son who was now rummaging through the food bag from before.

“welp– guess you’ll have to earn it.” you shrug and pat his head. something in your gut told you that satoru wouldn’t make your life any easier today, so why not make him work for it?

“you don’t mean that…” he murmurs, looking up at you like a kicked puppy.

“oh, i do. now leave us alone. you interrupted my beauty sleep and it’s his nap time.” you lie back down and pull your baby into your arms to cuddle.

“i-is this the first stage of me being replaced? my cuddling time gets stolen by our spawn?”

“nothing personal, he’s just got cuter appeal.” you tease and turn away from him.

satoru of course wouldn’t take no for an answer, deciding to join you in bed and wrapping a protective arm over the both of you, his hold so strong that you knew it was pointless trying to fight it.

“hey! who said you could join us?!” you attempt and completely fail to wriggle out of his grasp.

“shh– let’s just go to sleep baby~” he uses that same tone that he uses for your son, making you huff in irritation. you would only let it slide this time since his mission most likely deprived him of sleep and therefore cause him to act like an airhead.

yeah. that has to be it.

half an hour passes by until you’re awake and fully energised, your baby starts to stir awake as well whereas satoru is still out like a light. you push his heavy arm away to leave, desperately needing the toilet and to shower.

you barely make it to the door when your baby mumbles a sleepy “mama?”, bottom lip trembling from one breakdown away.

“mama’s coming back, sweetie. i need to shower, okay? stay with papa for now.”

“otay..” he pouts, watching you leave. once the door shuts, you let out a deep sigh of relief when he doesn’t start crying.

meanwhile your baby decided to wake up his dad by crawling up his body and straddling his chest. satoru lets out a choked groan at the added body pressure but your baby deemed it not enough, beginning to slap his face on both sides awake.

“dada! wake up time!”

“ah– alright alright!” satoru instinctively reaches out to your side to pull you in, only to be grabbing nothing “hey wait a minute…where’s mama?”

“mama showah!”

“hmm, i see…let’s go check up on her, c’mon!” he scoops up your son into his arms and tiptoes up to the bathroom door.

you’re preparing a warm bath, pouring in the himalayan bath salts before being interrupted by bursts of knocking on the other side and a screeching “mamamama!” “loveyyyy!”. you internally groan for a good ten seconds before grabbing your bathrobe to wrap around and open the door.

“what is it now?” you glare at satoru, having caught onto his clingy antics that will definitely continue on further today. but he doesn’t answer. he can’t. not when your soft legs and the outline of your bare breasts are peaking through your robe (yes he’s that easy).

“eyes up here, perv!” you pull his chin back up to your face, clearly waiting for an explanation as to why he’s disturbing your peace once again. and oh, his look alone tells you that he’s so gone.

“..how about i leave him in the playpen and come join you?”

“don’t even think about it! now shoo!” you push him out and lock the door, leaving them both whining outside. this man was seriously going to make your hair go whiter than his by the end of the day.

“satoru…” your voice eerily calm, silencing him instantly. “if you don’t leave right now, you won’t be getting any kisses for a month.” he gulps hard, knowing what you mean by kisses in this context, and that you would truly stand by it.

“heh…we’re just gonna go then…enjoy your bath!”

finally you could wind down and relax, letting your tense body bask in the warm, bubbly water. you could faintly hear your son’s toy drums being put to use from the living room, but that was satoru’s problem now. and knowing your husband, he probably egged it on.

feeling much more refreshed and relaxed, you go downstairs to start on dinner. you’re preparing and chopping up the ingredients to make chicken parmesan when satoru comes up from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. even though you’re married, when he touches you like this, your stomach flutters and your heart backflips uncontrollably.

satoru sniffs your vanilla scent in before murmuring, “mmph, y’smell so good.” then plants slow kisses on your neck.

“thanks toru~” you giggle at how giddy he has you feeling inside.

“so how about that real kiss now?” he asks, god he was desperate for it (which you wouldn’t lie was kind of cute), so why not bless him just a bit? you turn around to face him and peck his cheek.

“that’s all you can get for now.” you turn back to dice the vegetables.

“i’ll take it, are we okay though?” he frowns when remembering your argument.

“we’ll see, i guess you’re out of the doghouse.” you can feel his smile against your shoulder. he opens his mouth to reply when your baby appears out of nowhere and tugs on your leg.

“is everything okay, baby?”

“mama play wiv me?” your heart could just melt right now. you wanted to pick him up and eat his soft, plump cheeks but you had just cut up chilli peppers and onions, a dangerous combo to even be near his face.

“heyyy!!” satoru butts in highly offended, “what’s wrong with papa to play with?”

“papa bawwing!” you struggle to stifle in your laugh, everyday your baby goes on to shock you with the choice of words he picks up on.

“ahem– mama’s making your favourite food, so later on okay?”

“dino nuggie?” more like chicken and spaghetti noodles…it’s not like a one year old would know the difference anyways!

“…yeah! so go play with papa, and don’t be so boring satoru!”

“i have a family of bullies…” he mutters dramatically as he hikes your baby up to sit on top of his shoulders, off to the living room and act out their imaginary music band for the 50th time today.

once you’re finished cooking, satoru helps to plate up dinner and place your baby in his high chair, who was thoroughly inspecting his bowl of spaghetti and cut-up chicken pieces. your mind was praying that he didn’t throw his bowl away this time, but after watching his dad eat up like there was no tomorrow he actually ate his food this time!

“y’know,” satoru speaks up and reaches out to hold your hand, thumb caressing your knuckles “i missed you a lot whilst i was away. the both of you.”

“we missed you too.” you smile softly at him.

“sweets, i’m sorry. i kept thinking about our argument the whole time and how i should’ve been more understanding.”

“i should be sorry too. i was being petty–”

“no. don’t do that. you were right, i talked to yaga about working less missions and he agreed.”

“really?” your eyes widen in shock, it almost sounds too good to be true.

“i may have threatened the higher ups with their lives to get there…”

“satoru!” you try to scold him but it fails as you end up smiling. honestly you hate the higher ups just as much as he does since they seem to be the root cause of maintaining the broken system.

“can you blame me? they’re the ones keeping us apart!” that was another fair point that made you giggle.

“can i kiss you now?” he asks when it goes quiet again. you nod, and when his lips are just about to come into contact with yours, you purse your lips. “babe! you’re so evil it hurts!” satoru whines making you full on snort out loud.

“mama me kiss?” your baby grins adorably, understanding one of his favourite words. and how could you ever deny him?

“of course mochi!” you place soft kisses all over his chubby face covered in pasta sauce. when you turn back to satoru, he’s still moping. “ugh, fine. come here you big baby.” you lean over and let your lips softly connect.

satoru, however, is on a completely different wavelength as he deepens the kiss with his tongue sneakily slipping into your entrance and sucking slow on yours. it was expected for him to be like this after three days without any touch, but in front of the baby? you can’t seem to pull away either, so maybe you’re not any better.

you slowly pull back when your baby’s grubby hands bang against the table, not before planting more small kisses on satoru’s lips. you have a theory that whenever you kiss in front of your son, he hates it. as it always results in him feeling obligated to stop it — or as satoru claims to be a tiny cockblocker.

“i may have gotten a little surprise for you while you were away~” you mention casually when you both have finished eating (satoru in five minutes and you in thirty because you were going on tangents).

“oh yeah? is it the kind that i’m thinking of?” he smirks and winks at you, which made you more flustered than it should have.

“don’t be so dirty toru, our baby’s right here! ahem– and maybe that too– but go check the fridge..” his eyes narrow at you even whilst he gets up, trying to guess what it could be.

when satoru opens the fridge, he’s surprised with boxes of limited edition kikufuku mochi — his all-time favourite snack since he was a child. it looks like you also stress baked as his eyes light up when they set on the homemade cookie dough brownies, doughnuts, trifle, and cheesecake.

“did i die and this is my heaven…?” he whispers, quickly brought back to his senses with a sharp slap to his nape from you. when did you and your son even get there?

“what have i said about saying stuff like that?”

“sorry, sorry! but woah– after i eat all of this just know you’re going to be eaten out so well~” he singsongs whilst ripping out the mochi from the package.

“oh my god satoru...” you mentally facepalm and shake your head, leave it to him to turn everything sexual. you gulp when watching how his tongue skilfully licks off the powder as he takes his time to savour each bite, shamelessly moaning every time.

“mmph~ where did you– find these? i need more of ‘em” he manages to muffle out with his face stuffed.

“i asked ijichi to make a quick stop to your favourite store out of town on my behalf! you can thank me later~”

“me mochi!” your baby exclaims and claps his hands, exactly like his father with literal heart eyes forming at the sight of more of the desserts. satoru breaks off a mochi in half to feed to both you and the baby, silently bribing you with food before you had the chance to say no.

satoru kept the baby occupied whilst you managed to clean up. although your son was not having it, immediately crying when he left your arms and leaving satoru on the verge of a mental breakdown as to whether his son already forgot his face in the span of three days.

finally, when bedtime rolls in and your baby has fully exhausted himself out, satoru gets to selfishly have you all to himself and leaves no time to waste. you get to flaunt your new baby blue lingerie set for him before he rips it off and shows you just how much he missed you. rounds later, you’re now in his warm embrace, his soft voice like a lullaby to your ears.

“i love you..” he murmurs, kissing your temple over and over again when he thinks you’ve fallen asleep.

“heh– i love you more you big softie.” you whisper back, a wide smile ghosting your sleepy face.

based on this request <3

you were called into the office today, which worked out well since nanami was working from home and could also watch over your four year old daughter who was currently playing in the living room.

he was sorting out his paperwork when your daughter let out a heavy sigh.

“everything okay, love?” nanami peered from his laptop to see what had her so conflicted. there she was lying on the floor hugging her barbie doll with a bored pout painted her face.

“i’m so bored daddy!” she huffs.

“that’s no good, what would you like to do?”

“hmm.. oh—i know! can you play with me?” she beams brightly. as much as he’d love to, his work wasn’t finished yet… nanami was someone who prided himself on following a strict routine — but surely he could make an exception for his daughter?

he looked back at his daughters hopeful expression to the paperwork that left him contemplating what his true purpose in life really was, and there was clearly only one right answer.

he could never say no to his precious girl.

“what do you have in mind sweetheart?”

“YAYYYY!” she jumps up and exclaims “um–um…let’s play dress up and– and have a tea party!”

“sounds good to me–”

“i need to put on my fancy skirt!” she cuts him off, already viciously padding down the hallway. before nanami can warn her to not run in case she trips, the inevitable happens. he watches in real time as she trips over nothing and hits the ground with a soft ‘oof’.

“I’M OKAY!” she reassures her dad by quickly standing back up and giving a thumbs up before running into her room. god knows where she has so much energy from, because it certainly wasn’t from him.

nanami decides to amuse himself and follow her to her bedroom, arms crossed as he leans against her doorframe to watch how she ‘prepares’ for their tea party. she doesn’t notice him straight away, too busy in her own world with shimmying her fairy wings and tutu skirt on.

she turns to her child-sized vanity mirror and clumsily applies her kids eyeshadow and lipgloss, it smudges across her face in the process but that doesn’t bother her one bit. she’s definitely reciprocating what she’s seen from you getting ready in the morning. nanami smiles at that, like mother like daughter.

“okay evewyone!” she turns to her stuffed toy collection on her bed, “we have a special guest at our tea party today so we must be on our best behaviour!” she somehow butchers the last word but the attempt was cute.

“special guest, huh?” she whips her head around at the familiar voice, only now realising her dad was by the door.

“papaaa!!! you’re here too early! i wanted to surprise you..” she pouts,

“i’m sorry..” he kisses her tiny hand as an apology. “but i must say, you look stunning.” she grins hearing her father’s praise, quickly getting over it by taking his much larger hand in hers and bringing him inside “okay fiiine, i do your makeup now!”

“my makeup?” he chuckles as she sits him down on her tiny chair, which he looked comically massive in.

“yes! you have to look your best for the most important tea party in the entire world!” she sighs like this should be common sense to him by now.

“of course darling, give me your best then.” she hums whilst applying the glittery pink eyeshadow, using the mini makeup brushes you bought her. it scrapes against nanami’s eyelids but it’s whatever, he’ll live.

“i’m gonna give you a lot of blush so you look extwa pwetty for mommy.” his ears turn pink at her casual statement as she smacks the bright powder into his cheekbones and nose.

“okaaay..all done! what do you think?” she shines her mirror at his face. nanami’s face is half pink and glitters.

“it’s…very nice..!” she giggles at his approval and replies with a confident “i know.”

“uhh- one more thing! close your eyes..” he skeptically follows, hearing her patter around her room before placing what he believes is a plastic tiara on his head.

“now open!” ah, he was right. looking into her vanity mirror, he sees that his daughter has the same tiara on as well. “tada! we’re matching! now we’re perfeckly ready!”

a few minutes later, once nanami helped to pour chocolate milk into the teapot and settle the toys into their assigned seats at the table, the tea party had began.

“princess mermaid papa the third, may you pour me and mr froggy some of your finest tea?” she adorably bats her lashes at her dad.

“of course, madam.”

“psst..say my play name!”

“ahem..of course, my queen fairy unicorn darling.” he pours the milk into her teacup to which she slurps with her pinky up, how demure.

having missed your family within only a few hours of being away at work, you decided to surprise them and come home early. on the way home you bought the basic groceries, of course including your daughters favourite snacks and nanami’s favourite pastry.

when you enter your home, toys were scattered all across the living room as per usual, but muffled chatter could be heard from your daughters room. you walk over curious.

“what are you guys up to? oh–?!” you’re met with the sight of your husband who quite frankly looks like a hot pastel mess, sitting in your daughter’s tiny chair with a teacup in hand. before you can even question his current state, your daughter jumps into your arms.

“MAMAAA! you’re back!”

“hi my baby! i came home early just for you.” you lift her up and hug her tightly.

“here love, let me take those bags from you.” he kisses your cheek and takes the grocery bags from you before you can blink.

ugh, what a gentleman you married.

“thank you ken– wait a minute. is that lipgloss you’re wearing as well?” you can’t hold back your laughter anymore.

“yep! i did daddy’s makeup!” your daughter proudly chimes in.

“wow~ he looks very handsome!” you wink playfully at him, giggling at the blood rushing to his already very pink cheeks. “and you look very pretty as well, my love.” you place her down and twirl her around for a 360 of the look.

“tank you mama!”

“why don’t you join us for our tea party, sweetheart?”

“i’d love to! i even bought our favourite snacks on the way home-” you scavenge through the grocery bags until you find what you were searching for, “aha! crackers and jam for the lady, and pastries for the…butler?” you tease, making nanami chuckle.

“why thank you, ma’am.”

“mama! you can be the maid!”

“aw man…not again..”

the rest of the day is spent with more roleplaying, your daughter painting everyone’s nails, and a movie marathon of the barbie movies whilst munching on nachos. soon enough, her bedtime had arrived. although she was at first stern on staying awake to watch through more movies, it didn’t take long before she was slumped and snoring on nanami’s chest.

“she’s out like a light.” he huffs, carrying her back to her bedroom.

“i think all those nachos got to her.”

“or her relentlessly running about all day?”

“heh– that too.”

when she’s tucked in her bed, you both take turns to kiss her chubby cheeks goodnight. now you and your husband finally had some time to yourself — not that you hated the time spent with your daughter, of course not. it was just nice to simply dial down and relax together at the end of the day.

you’re now laid back against your bed frame, nanami being the gentleman he is takes the initiative to massage your feet making you let out a pleasured moan.

“how was work?”

“boring. would much rather have my makeup done and enjoy a tea party all day instead.”

“only because she was bored, darling.” he attempts to defend himself. you hum, eyes wide shut in pure bliss, but somehow you could tell nanami had something on his mind.

you tap your feet on his lap. “where’s your mind at, hm?”

“forgive me if this is too much, but have you ever considered…another one?”

oh. you were not expecting that. “you mean..another child?”

“i…yes. that’s what i meant.” he looks away, a beetroot colour painting his face. damnit, he was feeling sensitive as hell today, and his face had no problem giving him away.

“kento…look at me please.” you sit up and move closer to him, clasping your hand in his and turning his jaw to face you.

“it’s just– i feel like somethings missing from our family. and don’t you think our daughter deserves a little sibling to play with?”

“i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it..but i think it’s something we need to bring up with her as well.”

“i agree, we can introduce the idea to her and see how she feels at first.”

“mhm! in the meantime~ why don’t we practice?” you tease whilst rubbing your knee on his hardening crotch. in all fairness, you were on the pill, so why not have some fun whilst you still could?

“you’re cheeky, y’know that?”

suddenly a light knock could be heard from your bedroom door. you recognised it as none other than your daughter, but what could she possibly still be doing up this late at night?

you quickly sat up and moved away from nanami “ahem– come in!” your daughter padded in, rubbing her eyes and clutching her favourite plush toy.

“what’s the matter, baby?”

“uhhh…i sick?” you and nanami share a quick look, one that says you know she’s most likely lying.

“did you throw up?” nanami inquires.

“no…”

you decide to bite and pop the question she’s probably here for, “would you like to sleep here anyways?”

“yes...”

you pat your bed “come on in then.” she quickly follows through and nestles in between you and nanami, not even trying to hide the wide toothy smile on her adorable chubby face.

“g’night mama!” she leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek before turning over to her dad and doing the same “g’night papa!” she exclaims, now snuggling into her space.

“goodnight, my loves.” nanami replies, not forgetting to plant a soft kiss on your lips before dimming the lights, leaving you in the dark with just your thoughts.

yeah. you definitely had the growing case of baby fever.

⤷ 𝓲n which you and gojo are friends with benefits but you’re too nonchalant to care about how down bad he is for you !

𝓷otes: writing during this heatwave is actual hell but i had to write for this trope 😗 also i hate the 10 photo limit 😒 i had more i wanted to add but doing that on my laptop will be so complicated

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𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 . ˖ ♡

・S. GOJO

・R. SUKUNA ・sukuna vs your pregnancy cravings

・K. NANAMI ・dad!nanami & his tea parties with your daughter

・C. KAMO

・S. GETO

・T. FUSHIGURO

・Y. ITADORI

・M. FUSHIGURO

“psst…kuna..wake up!” you hissed at your snoring husband. it was currently 1:34am and you should’ve definitely been asleep but your pregnancy cravings refused to let you rest until they were satiated.

when sukuna goes to sleep, he’s out like a light and as good as dead. so you had to shake him for a good few minutes before he started showing signs of stirring awake.

“mmh– what..?” he grumbles still very much half-asleep.

“i’m hungryyy!”

“s’way too fucking early. n can’t be healthy eating at this time. js’ go back to sleep.” he murmurs while pulling you closer and splaying a protective hand over your round belly thinking that would be the end of it.

but now? it’s quiet — too quiet. and you’re not melting into his embrace like you normally do. the silence breaks when soft sniffles and hitched breathing could be heard as you pull away from his hold.

“woman..what bothers you now?” sukuna treads lightly so to not set you off further when you’re already clearly upset. he would never tell you this but your mood swings genuinely terrify him (also turn him on when you’re mad at him).

“so do you just want me and your baby to starve to death?!” you shriek at him with glossy eyes.

“WHAT?! when the hell did i say–”

“be honest, do you think i’m fat and ugly now? i-is that what it is? do you h–hate me now?” you cut him off and wipe away the helpless tears now streaming down your face.

“fuck no. to all of that. y’look so fucking sexy like this. want me to prove it? could stuff you full a different way~” sukuna’s large hands squeeze your tits to which you quickly slap away. not that it didn’t feel good, but you had a craving to attend to first.

“eww, no! actually– maybe later. right now i’m having a food craving..”

dear god. you just recently started having more cravings and every single one of them have been clinically insane. for example, you recently used his card to buy a chamoy pickle set from tiktok shop because according to your own words, ‘the baby demanded so’.

in all of sukuna’s years on this earth, that may have been the first ever original sentence he’s heard. and he’s heard a lot.

“well, what is it?”

“okay, so i was scrolling on tiktok an hour ago because your snoring woke me up and i couldn’t fall back asleep–”

“i do not snore.” he quickly chimes in to defend himself.

“DO NOT INTERRUPT ME RYOMEN! anyways where was i…oh yeah! so there were loads of ramen mukbangs on my for you page and then i saw this other pregnant lady making her baby’s cravings into sandwiches and then i thought…i have to try that. along with the ramen. yeah, that’s it. end of my rant!”

to the average person, that may seem like enough. but sukuna is anything but average with his massive appetite that he’s also passed onto you. “right…so what else is inside the sandwich? can’t have you and baby ‘starving to death’ now, can we?”

“oops, silly me! that completely slipped my mind! umm, how about we use toasted focaccia bread, garlic butter and melted cheese on each slice. then the fillings can be…ramen, of course, extra creamy and cheesy! y’know how i like it~” you winked at him and could’ve sworn you noticed a tinge of pink in his ears before continuing,

“some guacamole, pickles, grilled halloumi, ooo some honey to go with that too! steak frites, pesto n some crispy fries. that should do it.” you smile beamingly at sukuna, so brightly that no one would even notice suspect that you were crying just a few minutes ago.

“our brat’s a fucking genius. we have everything at home so i’ll get started in the kitchen n order some wingstop since your meal’s light.”

“yay! i’ll keep you company!” you exclaim before swinging your legs over and slowly but surely waddling behind your husband into the kitchen.

thirty minutes later, you’re sat on the kitchen stool watching him cook with natural precision whilst snacking away on cheese for the ramen. honestly, it’s kinda hot how he can multitask different roles so easily — but he doesn’t need to know that and have his ego more inflated than it already is.

“hm, close your eyes f’me.” sukuna snaps you out of your daydreaming.

“huh- whyy?”

“just do it.”

“fine.” you huff but eventually do so and hear the sound of a plate settling in front of you.

“now open.” you open your eyes and gasp in awe, there was your sandwich exactly how you envisioned it. “ohmygod!! kuna this looks so good!!!” he smirks proudly at your excitement.

“go on, tell me what you think.” you take a massive bite and moan instantly, “i think i need some alone time with this. mmph– told you the ramen would work well.”

“never even doubted you, but whatever.” sukuna rolls his eyes but adds onto your state of pure bliss by massaging your shoulders making you let out a deep sigh in relief.

“i could die peacefully right now.”

“don’t say shit like that.” he scowls and your smile grows even further. aww, what a secret softie~

a few minutes later, the doorbell rings to which sukuna mumbles a brief “i’ll get it.” before returning with your wingstop — except it looks like he ordered one of everything from the menu.

“i know i said was hungry but this is way too much…”

“relax woman, ordered some for myself.” of course he did. your husband has always been a massive foodie and could easily devour the whole menu in minutes — reminding you of the food challenges you sometimes put him up to at restaurants to win extra money. and of course he wins every single time.

“oh? what happened to it being unhealthy to eat so late?” you giggle at using his own words against him.

“tch, might as well join you if yr’ so adamant on eating at this time.” he opens up the food from the box and gives your fair share, too lazy to get out plates and clean up more for no reason.

you spend the next hour or so talking about anything that comes to your mind. sukuna being his greedy self finished his meal in ten minutes and when the whole menu wasn’t enough, he began eyeing up your food instead of listening to you!

you still wanted to savour the rest of yours for later on the day, so you told sukuna to go back to bed whilst you hid your meal away in the fridge. he already knew what you were up to and could easily find your food but he knows better than to mess with you.

there’s been countless of times during your pregnancy where sukuna has made the grave mistake of eating your food that you were saving for later. all of which have resulted in you crying and giving him the silent treatment for hours (sometimes days) on end.

sukuna cleans up your plate before waiting for you in the bedroom. and god, you just want to jump at his bones for how good he looks despite waking up at 1am — but that can wait for later. instead you join him in bed as he spoons you and lifts your belly since learning about the relief it brings for you and the baby.

“thank you kuna, for doing all of this, always being there for me and your baby. i know you’re still learning, but i’m really proud of you.” you slowly turn over to face him when he doesn’t reply, knowing that he’s most likely overthinking again. “what’s up?”

“d’you think i’ll be a good dad? no matter what i js’ feel unprepared..” he mumbles into your shoulder, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed.

“i know you will, you know why?” he looks up at you, ruby eyes softening as he awaits your response.

“because i’ve seen how you were with other kids like yuji at the start of our relationship and even now, how much growing respect he has for you each day that passes. and we have each other for support, i’m scared too but i feel better knowing that i’m learning every step with you.” you earnestly smile at him.

“damn, that was kinda poetic.” a small smirk shows up on his face.

“heh– what can i say?” you tease back, falling into a comforting silence after that with sukuna rubbing your belly.

“sleep well, brats.” he murmurs to both you and the baby.

“heard that.” you mutter on the brink of sleep.

“good. you were meant to.”

“shut up. and don’t think i forgot about what you said earlier, about proving a certain something? we’re coming back to that in the morning~”

well fuck.

at just 6 months, your baby could already crawl and stand up by using objects above to grip onto — satoru argues that the gojo genetics has him so incredibly advanced for his age.

but that wasn’t enough for your son. now at 9 months old, he kept attempting to walk only for his little legs to give up halfway. but you were determined for today to finally be the day.

satoru was sprawled out like a starfish whilst replacing the batteries for your son’s bubble machine. that which you had shoko to thank for — all of your friends collectively made sure that your baby was beyond spoiled than he already is.

you were also sat further away with all of the toys beside you to motivate your son to walk over.

“come on baby! don’t you want teddy back?” you chirp at your son.

he slowly stands up, already making improvement since he wasn’t holding onto anything for the first time. “ma–ma!” he happily claps his tiny hands as he takes two small baby steps.

“that’s it! come to mama!” you encourage him into your arms whilst he’s still deciding if he should try to walk or not. your son has a cute pout and furrow in his eyebrows painting his dedicated face as his wobbly steps grow more steady.

“oh my gosh! satoru, look!” you shake his shoulder repeatedly to face your son who was slowly but surely padding his way over to you both.

“wooow~ look at our little munchkin go!” he cheers on. you pull out your phone to commemorate the special milestone.

“dadadadada” he babbles on until stumbling over a lego block. you and satoru immediately share a look that says ‘do not react’ before he gets back up waddling and continues his string of babbles right into satoru’s arms.

“awww my smart baby! we’re so proud of you! and i think this may call for some mochi ice cream to celebrate if mama allows it…”

“alrighttt.. just this once. our baby deserves it after all.” you say in between peppering your son’s face in kisses.

little did you know how much of an adorable menace your son would grow into once learning how to walk…

fast forward to now at 12 months old, and it feels like your son was placed on earth for the sole purpose of acting as your personal trainer with the way you’re relentlessly chasing after him non-stop.

it’s early in the morning when satoru’s soft snores have once again woken you up — but he’ll always deny it. his arms are wrapped around your waist to cage you in from starting the day way too early.

“toru, let go…” you whisper whilst caressing his hair to gently wake him up.

“mmm.. five more minutes if you love me...” he croaks, reluctantly letting go eventually — but not before whining immediately when you do get up. god, sometimes he acts more like a baby than your actual infant.

when you groggily check the baby monitor on the bedside table, your heart drops. why is your baby not… in his crib? maybe you’re running on a lack of sleep which is causing you to hallucinate? you rub your eyes and focus on the screen again only to be met with the same sight.

at this point your mind is going to the worst of places. what if the gojo clan were right and you weren’t cautious enough and now your baby was made a target?

“hey– hey, what’s the matter sweets?” satoru’s words snap you out of your overthinking. it turns out you were hyperventilating without even realising which was enough to awaken the now worried sleepyhead.

“toru, he’s not in his crib! where the hell could he be?!”

“shh, it’s okay. i can sense his tiny cursed energy still in the home. let’s just get up and look for him, can you do that for me?” he softly kisses your cheek.

“o-okay, yeah. i can do that.” you get out of bed and head to the living room, satoru trailing from behind. you won’t lie and admit that you’re out of breath when you get there. ugh, curse satoru for insisting on spoiling you with a mansion after moving in together!

you scan the empty living room all over “okay so, he’s not here..” you mumble quietly, trying to compose yourself from freaking out.

“let’s not panic, we still have fifty something other rooms to check!”

you shoot him a glare, “that is not helping me right now. what if he accidentally hurt himself? a-and it’s so bad that he can’t even call out for us?!” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out. yeah. you were spiralling.

“stay calm sweets. i’ll check the other living room, kay?” he kisses at your pout. you hum defeatedly in response, pacing mindlessly into the kitchen until you suddenly stop in your tracks.

there you saw…your baby? sat on the floor hugging the jar of homemade cookies whilst munching away. crumbs and chocolate chips smear his face and clothes as a sign that he’s been here for a good minute.

“what on earth…” your son just giggles like he understands your confusion. “mama cookie!” he stretches out his grubby hand to show his half–bitten cookie, almost like a peace offering.

“uh, one second baby.. ahem– SATORUUU! come take a look at what your son is up to!” you have to yell knowing he’s somewhere on the other side of the massive house. your son who is completely unfazed by your shouting goes back to joyfully munching on his cookie.

satoru frantically spawns there within seconds, “you found him?” you nod, gesturing him to look down at the sight you just walked into. “oh wow–” he can’t help but burst out laughing, “that’s my son alright!”

you scoop your baby up into your arms and prop him on your waist. he whimpers when you separate him from his beloved cookie jar. “really? you couldn’t tell when he came out with glowing blue eyes?”

“heyyy! i can’t help that my genes are insanely overpowering! but you never know, perhaps our next one will be your carbon copy~” he playfully winks at you.

you roll your eyes, “how smooth of you. seriously though, how did he even end up here and reaching the jar?”

“hmm..” satoru points at the tiny stool, “he must’ve pulled out this stool to get to the jar. and as for how he got here, you must know by now that he’s an ambitious walker.”

“oh trust me i know. gosh, he’s getting way too smart for us. i think we need to lock away the goods before this continues..”

“good idea, i’ll look into investing in a safe. you go back to bed and i’ll sort out a bath for this cookie monster.” he pokes your son’s chubby cheeks which makes him squeak before you hand him over. “after all, he probably developed his newfound sweet tooth from me.”

“probably? oh please– it was most definitely you! my pregnancy cravings were the only time i was consistently having sugar to make my pickles and ice cream combo.”

“hehe– remember when you would wrap the pickles in fruit roll ups” satoru chuckles at the memory. he would taste all of your unique cravings with you as a means of showing his support in any way possible — even if he found it absolutely repulsive.

“of course, that was heavenly.” you sigh dreamily before turning to your son and holding his pudgy hand in yours “and baby, cookies are only allowed for treating good behaviour. if you have too much then you’re going to be sick. we don’t want that now, do we?”

“nooo…” your son shakes his head.

“alright mister, let’s get that bath ready then make some breakfast in bed for mama. you gave her quite the scare wandering off like that, so give her a kiss before we go.” something about satoru in dad mode always leaves your heart skipping a beat, from the very moment he carried your baby in the hospital.

“otay! bye bye mama” he cups your face with his sticky hands and places a sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. “dada turn!”

“well, don’t mind if i do~” he catches you off guard as his lips smoothly connect to yours. you naturally melt into the kiss until a few moments later when your son has had enough and starts pounding at his dad’s chest to stop.

“hey– ow! why’re you hitting papa, hm?”

“no more! all done.” your baby shrieks in a somewhat stern tone, and satoru could’ve sworn that he saw his son’s bright blue eyes narrow at him. you only snort at his silly attempt to protect you.

“alright, let’s not be too mean on daddy. or else who’ll buy your sweets and toys?”

“GASP– is that all you think i’m good for?”

“yes.” you immediately deadpan, your baby watches you nod and copies. “yesh.”

“oh god– i never thought i’d see the day where the love of my life and my spawn are both turning against me! i– i can’t take it!” he clutches at his shirt dramatically making you and your baby giggle.

“hey! don’t call our precious son a spawn!” you lightly slap his shoulder, of course your baby follows and shoves him too. “you sound like the higher ups..” you pettily grumble under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“eugh– you’re right. sorry mochi, but let’s go take that bath. something seriously stinks now–” satoru grimaces, giving one last kiss to your forehead before you go back to bed for a nap whilst he cleans your baby up.

you may joke with him all the time but one thing for certain is that he’s always been an amazing husband and father. ≧◡≦

“throughout heaven and earth, i alone am the honoured one.”

series & oneshots ⭑𓂃

・the gojo family series

・ we stick together, like bees and honey

drabbles ⭑𓂃

・head cannons of frat/nerd!satoru as your boyfriend ♡

・cookie monster (fluff)

smau ⭑𓂃

・i’m only a fool for you