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a toji fushiguro fanfiction where he's trying to teach babygumi how to say 'dada' but he just says mama all the time. [from this ask.]

toji fushiguro x wife!reader ft. babygumi.

ⵌ sorry if there are any grammar errors!! im lowk flopping.. oh and art from @/thatsallitchief !

fatherhood had changed Toji in ways he'd never admit.

not dramatically, no. he's still grumpy, still impatient, and still looked permanently annoyed whenever someone interrupted his peace.

but somewhere along the way, he'd become the kind of man who could spent twenty minutes sitting on the floor with his baby doing absolutely nothing. and he somewhat enjoy it.

the apartment was quiet that afternoon.

sun spilled through the windows, warming the carpet where Megumi sat surrounded by his blocks.

Toji lounged on the couch, one arm draped over it, watching his son knock over a tower he'd the last spent 10 minutes building

Toji snorted at the delighted squeal Megumi let out. "Dumbass."

Megumi looked up, his face brightened instantly. then, he abandoned his blocks without hesitation.

he crawled straight into Toji's lap.

"There he is," Toji muttered, scooping him up and balancing him on

Megumi giggled as Toji pressed an absent kiss to the top of his head. the action was so natural it made you smiled at the sight.

Toji noticed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like i'm acting cute or something."

you pointed. "Can you blame me? My husband and baby are over there being all domestic."

Megumi chose that moment to grab a handful of Toji's t-shirt and used it to pull himself upright. Toji immediately steadied him with one hand.

he rolled his eyes. "Domestic. Right."

your laughter filled the room. "See? He's being clingy with you!"

slowly, realization crossed his face. "... shut up." and you laughed once again.

hearing your voice made Megumi twisted around immediately in Toji's lap. the second he spotted you, he lightened up.

you waved at him, making him squeal. he started bouncing excitedly Toji had to tighten his hold before Megumi launched himself to the floor.

"Relax," he sighed. and Megumi completely ignored him.

tiny hands reached toward you, a string of babble followed.

"Hi, sweetie," you smiled at him.

Toji watched the interaction with narrowed eyes. he looked down at his son, then back at you.

a thought occured to him. "I wanna see if he can say dada," he said suddenly.

"Hm?" you hummed, sitting down next to him. "Oh, try it! I wanna see it too!"

Toji steadied Megumi on his lap before tapping a finger against his own chest.

"This is dada. daaa-da," he repeated, tapping his finger again. "Give it a shot, Megs."

Megumi stared up at him. you, on the other hand, already fighting smile.

he blinked once. twice. then his entire face brightened.

"Mama!"

your hand immediately flew to your mouth, trying to hold in your laugh. Toji's face didn't change, which is making it worse for you.

"No," he said slowly. "Dada,"

"Mama!" Megumi giggled.

"No, Megs—"

"Mamamamamama!" he babbles while kicking his feet excitedly.

you lost the battle and laughed. hard. earning a glare from Toji.

"Don't laugh."

"But he's being cute, 'ji!"

"He's doing this on purpose."

Toji looked back down on him.

"Listen carefully," he said, pointing to himself again. "Dada," then he pointed at you. "Mama."

Megumi followed the movement of his finger, good.

Toji nodded encouragingly. "Now, who is this?" he asked.

Megumi stared, you can see the gears in his head working. Toji waited, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. maybe he will get it right this time?

after a moment, Megumi pointed directly at Toji, a triumphant smile spread across his face.

"Mama."

you buried your face into you husband's shoulder, still laughing, while he looked like he'd just been betrayed.

"No, we're not done."

"We absolutely should be done," you giggled.

"We're making progress," he insisted.

"What progress, honey?"

"He pointed at me!"

"And then he called you mama."

Toji ignored you at that.

Megumi, meanwhile, had become fascinated with his dad's hair.

a tiny fist wrapped around his black locks and immediately pulled, making Toji wince.

"Ow," he winced. "You brat."

the little menace looked far too pleased with himself. Toji carefully pried the tiny finger from his hair.

"He's assaulting me."

Megumi reached for his hair again, but this time, Toji caught the attack before it could happen.

"Absolutely not."

the baby pouted, like actually pouted. just for two seconds though.. because something else caught his attention.

his tiny hands moved to Toji's face instead. you watched as Megumi pressed both palm against his father's cheeks, squishing them slightly.

"What's going on in that little head of yours, hm?" Toji muttered.

Megumi blinked. then, slowly, he reached forward.

a sloppy baby kiss landed on Toji's cheek.

you melted immediately. "Look how cute he is!"

Toji sighed. a long, defeated sigh. one large hand came up to ruffle Megumi's unruly hair.

"Yeah, yeah."

Megumi beamed again. "Mama."

Toji groaned and dropped his head against the couch. "He's unbelievable."

Megumi, completely unaware of the devastation he'd caused, snuggled into Toji's chest and let out a sleepy yawn. within seconds, his eyelids started drooping.

Toji's arm protectively tightened around him.

you leaned against Toji's shoulder, smiling at the sight.

after everything, Megumi had fallen asleep right where he was the happiest. in his dad's embrace.

he clicked his tongue. "I'm still gonna try to make him call me dada."

you laughed quietly. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Toji rolled his eyes. "You're not helping. at all."

but he didn't stop holding Megumi, not even a second.

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sukuna Ryomen's ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ mumbling when he doesn't get his daily morning kisses .✦ ݁˖

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. Usually, you would spend at least ten minutes entangled in Ryomen's suffocating, four-armed embrace, enduring his rough-textured skin and sleepy grunts. But today, you were late.

You slid out of the futon, throwing on a robe and tying your hair back in a rush. You didn’t notice the immediate shift in the room's energy—the way the heavy, oppressive aura of the King of Curses suddenly stirred.

As you paced around the kitchen island, frantically brewing coffee and packing a bag, a towering figure leaned against the doorframe.

Ryomen looked a mess.

His pink hair was completely wild, his yukata hung loosely off one broad shoulder, and all four of his eyes were narrowed into slits. He crossed his upper arms, while his lower arms rested on his hips.

Then, the mumbling started.

“...unbelievable,” he growled softly, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that still carried the weight of sleep. “Brat wakes up, doesn't say a word. Walks right past me like I'm some common curse in the streets. After everything I tolerate...”

You paused, holding a spoon. “Ryomen, did you say something?”

He didn't look at you.

Instead, he stared intently at a spot on the kitchen wall, his lower jaw shifting as he continued to mutter under his breath. “I should dismantle this entire house. The audacity. A thousand years ago, men bled out in the dirt just for a glimpse of my face, and here I am, being ignored for a cup of bean water. Truly pathetic.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

You set the spoon down and turned to face him fully. “Are you throwing a tantrum?”

“I don't throw tantrums, human,” he snapped, though his eyes finally flicked to yours, burning with mock irritation. “I state facts. You lack discipline. You lack respect.”

He took a slow, deliberate step into the kitchen, his massive frame completely eclipsing the light. He didn't stop until he was inches away from you, trapping you between his chest and the kitchen counter. His extra hands came down on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place.

“Well?” he murmured, leaning his face down. His upper eyes were squinted shut in a pout he would die before admitting to, while his lower eyes watched your mouth. “Are you going to fix your mistake, or do I have to remind you who rules this domain?”

You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his jaw.

His skin was warm, and the rough markings beneath your fingers felt familiar.

“Good morning, Ryomen,” you whispered.

You leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. Instantly, the tense lines of his shoulders relaxed. Before you could pull away, his upper hands caught the back of your head, deep-fruiting his fingers into your hair to prolong the kiss, turning it into something possessive and deep.

When he finally let you go, a smug, satisfied smirk had replaced his scowl.

“Hmph...” he grunted, turning on his heel to head toward the porch, his yukata trailing behind him. “See that it doesn't happen again tomorrow. I won't be so lenient.”

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A quick warm-up

DEAD TO ME; down bad ex bf ryomen sukuna x reader

in which; ryomen sukuna is stubborn and completely obsessed with his ex. he can’t seem to understand why she’s so angry with him, and why she won’t take him back. one thing he knows for sure though, is that despite her anger; he’s still not blocked. what was that saying his mother used to say again; closed mouths don’t get fed? that’s for certain, ryomen’s mouth is open and begging y/n to take him back.

cw!: none, just a text fic. (i feel like sukuna’s ooc, but it’s hard to apply a character like him into a modern setting. i think he’s a very interesting character and there’s alot of his qualities you could focus on rather than just the fact that’s he’s angry, he’s definitely a character who fixates on something when he wants it (his obsession with megumi, for example.))

masterlist.

Nothing was wrong with Megumi, per se. He was emotionally mature, affectionate when you needed him to be, and always clear when you asked him to reword something.

He was patient. Kind. Overall, a loving, almost perfect boyfriend.

He only had the one flaw, one fatal, very infuriating flaw, which made you want to pull your—and his—hair out.

His insomnia. He was sure you hated it more than he did most nights.

Yes, it gave him the adorable eye bags & meant he'd often be tired, taking naps with you whenever you offered your bed up during study dates.

But at night? When all you could want is for him not to rumble with muted laughter, to get proper rest with your boyfriend.

"Mm. Megs?" You mumbled against the hard plane of his chest, peeling off from his warmth just enough to send him a pointed glare.

"...Yes?" He instantly flicked his gaze away from his phone as you shifted, his hands' tender strokes pausing in their soothing rhythm. "You okay?"

"Phone. Off. It's—" You paused, glancing at his alarm clock, your eye almost twitching at the sight. "—three in the morning. I'm tired. You keep vibrating."

You pressed a firm hand on his chest, pushing yourself to straddle his waist rather than act as his weighted blanket, his hand on your hip quickly pressing the small of your back to hold you steady.

"Sorry, sorry." His phone was off, not even a second later & tossed onto his nightstand. "Itadori & Kugisaki were spamming our… group chat, and time must have gotten away from me." He murmured, sitting up against the headboard.

Your frown grew into a pout, a very tired, very adorable pout in Megumi's opinion.

"I'm tired." You huffed, pressing your face against his throat, Megumi's body tensing for a moment before wrapping an arm comfortably around your waist. "I'm tired, you're warm, annoying, and were keeping me awake."

"Hey, hey." He whispered into your hair, slowly easing back against the pillows. "I've got you. I'm sorry." Megumi pressed a soft kiss against your hair.

He paused for a moment, letting you mold yourself to him however you wanted before pulling the blanket up to tuck over your shoulders.

"You're so annoying, Megs." You rasped, gently playing with his hair. The black tuffs move between your fingers effortlessly & Megumi lets out a contented sigh. "You're lucky you're pretty."

"…Right." He choked on a laugh, resting his warm palms on your hips. "Okay, sleepy girl. I'm going to bed. Does that make you feel better?"

"Mm-hmm, it does." You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw, lazily toying with his hair as his typically stoic expression melted into a soft smile. "Be sleepy with me."

He hummed quietly, pressing a kiss to you temple. "Yeah, okay. I'll be sleepy with you."

Megumi's the perfect boyfriend actually. Insomnia or not.