#dadkuna

[sukunas-wife]

What about Y/N and reader having a little baby girl. Sukuna was disappointed at first because he wanted another boy. But she becomes so attached to her papa since she was a baby. Like she sees cuts on his hands (she doesn’t realize he can use RCT yet) and tries to treat his wounds 🥺🫶🏽

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I though tumblr ate your ask when I scrolled 5 times and could find it and I panicked so hard 😭 So cute 🥺 Im pretty sure we’re going with Anya, but I suck at catching her personality so I’m just going to go with general daughter reactions for this 🥹🤍🤍

(Note: I tried, but I feel like I’m always lacking in the daughter area. Maybe I need to borrow my niece ;-; also, its a little short…) finally back into it tho 😎

Your room fell silent, the cries filling the air were almost piercing. You felt like you knew this was bound to happen. Yuji was a miracle, but your second child was born a girl. You knew Sukuna had only ever cared about having heirs, so in the silence you were on edge of what he would say or do.

It was strange watching him in that moment, she was crying in his arms, he was staring at her with that black expression that always appeared like a frown. He shouldn’t have been so openly disappointed, he knew from the start when your stomach started to swell and he hadn’t noticed until he touched your round belly. The child in your stomach had not an ounce of cursed energy to leave a presence, much less for him to be able to tell what it could be. Yet he held out hope for a boy, even if the lack of his presence was due to a heavenly restriction, he could work with that. But no, the little pink haired girl crying and screaming in his arms was enough to leave him perplexed. He shook his head, handing her over to you, you watched him while you began to breastfeed your daughter.

“Sukuna..” your voice was a whisper followed by a cringe of feeling like your insides were coming out. You wanted to comfort your husband but you didn’t feel right. “Sukuna,” your lower stomach kicked in painful cramps, and everything moved in a rush. Sukuna was pushed out of the room and heard the panic of your caretakers clearly.

—- —- —- —- —-

The day had passed and he sat outside your room, they had persisted he did not pass. So he sat out there waiting until the early hours of sunrise when they brought out his daughter. He took her in his hands, you couldn’t see it past her pink hair and eyes, but to Sukuna she had your face. She was small and round but to him, she looked so similar he was in disbelief you had won over that part of his genes.

He sat there all day, holding her to his chest, while his head leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed but he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t rest, he could tell you were alive, but it felt like you were just barely there. He looked down in his arms, the little bundle of clothes moving around slightly as your daughter moved, crying out. He wanted to hand it off to a servant as his hand came up to uncover her face more to look at her, that was until her hand slipped out taking a tight hold of finger. She stopped crying for a moment just sniffling, her little nails falling digging into his skin. “Come, stop your crying.” His free arm came to lightly run over his little wrinkly cheeks, “my child.” He was looking at her with such a soft look, the servants found it endearing. It was then he decided he would take care of her as he did Yuji, his child, his pride.

—- —- —- —- —-

Years passed, and you were outside with Yuji. Watching Anya’s big eyes growing in size as an emperor butterfly slowly fluttered around the garden. It had been a month since Sukuna had left on one of his little excursions, you were curious why his supposed two week trip became a month long trip. But you had your 13 year old Yuji who was laying in your lap passed out from his own Ventures of the day and your 3 year old girl keeping you busy, you didn’t feel as lonely as when it was just yourself. “Mama!” Your hand kept running though Yuji’s hair, “Yes sweetheart?” Your little girl came running up to you, “Papa!” You could see the stars in her eyes as she pointed behind her, past the garden. You looked seeing the all too familiar and burly silhouette in the distance. You faked a gasp, “It is papa! He’s almost home. Do you wanna go get him the sweets you made?” She perked up more, “Yeah!” You watched as she ran off inside the house singing a song as her steps padded on the ground. Yuji slowly sat up, eyes squinty as he looked around “Dad?” You laughed while rubbing his head, “Yes.”

You started to get up, Yuji rushing up and offering to help you as you struggled to get up, “my leg is tired from being in one place too long.” You laughed and Yuji grinned, “Sorry’ was tired.”

You simply rubbed his head, “It’s fine, go get your sister, she’s been away for a while already.”

Yuji ran off to find his sister while you tried to ignore the feeling in your legs. You moved closer to the edge of the garden Sukuna was approaching in fresh blood, the closer he became the more you noticed the minor scrapes and cuts on his body. You rolled your eyes with a smile, he shrugged off the top of his robes once he had realised your eyes were trained on his body. It would be a lie to say you didn’t find him attractive in this form of glory, but for the sake of your kids you wouldn’t touch his chest and give him that look. It was when he stood in front of you that your dominant hand pulled your handkerchief from your obi, your free hand cradling his face before cleaning his face of the foreign contaminant.

“I see my husband is home, sturdy, well and revelling in his victories.” You hummed as you finished cleaning his face, pulling him towards you gently so you could kiss him. As you pulled away from what was going to be a soft kiss he pulled you back in to catch your lips longer, “Mhm.” Was all

He hummed against your lips, aside from the hand on your head, two of his free hands came to your waist to pull you closer. Placing your hands on his chest you pushed yourself back a little to stare up at him, “Your little girl has been asking and crying for you to come back. She even made you a little treat everyday for when you arrived.” He hummed, eyeing you, your hands moving to rest on his biceps, “They should be here. I sent her in to retrieve what she worked so hard on.” Your head turned exposing your neck to him, his last free hand coming up to run his nails over the tender flesh, “I’m sure she’ll be back soon enough, as for now I’m craving the feeling of something else.” His hand angled your head away, teeth and lips running over the plush pulse point on your neck, until he huffed at your resistance, “how impervious.” He pulled away, hands sliding from your waist as he looked away visibly upset. You couldn’t fight the smile, “We should go, it might be a waste waiting longer out here then if we go find them.”

—- —- —- —- —-

That’s how you ended up in this situation. Yuji was sitting by his dad with a big smile listening to the story of how he single-handedly levelled another city. Anya was sitting on his lap bouncing along as his body shook when he’d let out a louder laugh or was jostled around with his movements. That was until she noticed the smallest cut on his stomach and let out a loud gasp making all of you turn to look at her.

”Papa! You’re hurt!” Sukuna looked down, seeing the small surface wound that left a red line of broken skin over his side stomach. “Oh, I suppose I a-PAPA NEEDS BANDAGES” she was rushing off feet pattering over the floor as Yuji mumbled, “But.. can’t dad use reverse cursed technique…” he looked confused as he closed his eyes tilting his head to the side. You looked at your husband who sighed with a faint twitch at his lips and placed a hand on Yuji’s head messing up his already tousled hair. “Interesting, I remember another brat with pink hair who did the exact same thing.” Yuji smiled under the weight of his fathers hand.

Anya came running in with a bowl of water spilling everywhere and other things tucked under her little arm. You watched as Ryomen steadied her after she spilt water onto his lap trying to clean his wounds as she had watched you done when your husband would crave your attention and purposely not heal his own wounds leaving you to tend to him. He cringed as more water spilt onto his lap as she un purposely smacked his stomach with a soaking rag rubbing at the small flesh wound, Yuji tried not to laugh as you laughed quietly behind your hand watching as Sukuna tried to help only for Anya to yell at him “No! I can do it papa! You’re hurt!”

The screen was cute as he cringed more at the cold water, relieved when she stopped only to become stressed when she pulled out the roll of wraps. She had seen you use those wraps on Yuji many times when he would become injured or hurt. What she didn’t see was how her father was much larger in size, those tiny wraps wouldn't circle his waist even once.

When they couldn't, Anya became frantic, rushing to jump off her father and run to get more bandages. This was until Ryomen caught her mid jump, “Lemme go daddy! Need more wraps!” He sat her back on his lap, “No you don’t brat, I'll show you something better.”

Anya looked up at her dad with glossy eyes and a wobbly lip, “Press your hands here.” You watched as he guided her small hands to his stomach over the wrap, “Put all your force behind it.” She forced her eyes closed, pressing both her hands against his stomach with all her little muscle. Using the slightest bit of his reversed cursed technique he pulled her hands away, “See.” Her eyes opened slowly and the red mark on his stomach was gone. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at him, “I DID IT!” Ryomen couldn’t fight back the twitch of his lips that pulled into a smile, “You did.” Her hands clasped together with starry eyes, her stare locked on Yuji, “I can fix you.”

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@bofadeezs

[gojos-thot-patrol]

nah because giving birth to sukuna’s son, a little baby boy who looks like him, and watching you love and adore the little bean with all your heart and soul; you sing and hum to the little bean, celebrate every accomplishment no matter how small it is (big burp? what a good boy! ate so much!), carrying him snuggly in your arms as you talk about every flower you spot in the gardens (even when he’s asleep). nicknaming your son your little miracle, your little twinkling star and sukuna understanding maybe it wasn’t him, an innocent child back then, but awful circumstances and the wrong people around him.

Nonny, your brain is so big, and so sexy, and so electric and AHH-

He wasn't sure at first when you got pregnant. He knew what his childhood was like, and the notion of bringing another person in this world was sickening because of it.

When his son was born, he was crushed. The small child looked exactly like Ryomen, just as Ryomen had looked like his father. It was a face that was historically unlovable, a face that was historically cursed. And it crushed him because he already wanted nothing but the best for him.

His worries were quickly brushed aside as he saw you reach for you son. The love in your eyes as you doted on him, smiling with pride at your strange creation. You already held so much more warmth than his mother ever did. Maybe this kid had a chance.

His son is like him in more than looks. His son is exactly like him in behavior too. Meaning he's not the easiest kid to handle. He's fussy in the night, demanding during the day. A tike in need of constant attention. Sukuna was sure you would grow to resent the rug rat, and in turn him for giving you the child.

Yeah, that never happened. You never raised an unloving hand to your child, you rarely even raised your voice. You treated him with the same love and care you always had. Your gentle sweetness never faded. It left Ryomen floored.

Because if you could forgive his son, assure him that "that's just how babies are!" And that it would never be your "little miracles" fault, then shit why didn't his mom ever forgive him? Why was it always his fault? He was just doing what babies do.

The realization that Ryomen wasn't actually a burden, just a small child that didn't ask to be born, and that his parents were actually the villian hits him like a truck. It went against everything he had ever been taught, but it made such clear sense. In a weird way it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He didn't have to carry around the guilt anymore.

Slowly, Ryomen learns to heal his trauma while raising his own son. A son that he hopes to one day be a better man than he ever was. A son who knows love, and caring. With a mother who never faltered in her adoration of her family.

Ryomen was worried a child would ruin what you two had built, but in reality the baby only made everything stronger. He lived and cherished his family, more than he'd ever be able to express. He's so grateful for his son, his son who helped him in ways he'd never understand, that he's not even entirely opposed to the idea when you suggest child number two.

[fushigogo]

cw: dadkuna, vlogger family AU

the damn christmas tree. he was so stressed as fuck, not because you couldn’t find it, but how you almost shoved that damned camera in his fucking face, and his little children.

you always showed up the cheerful attitude and obviously, that was one of the things he loved about you — your bubbly persona and the way you always found a way to see the world through rose-colored glasses.

but not in front of a damn camera.

the reality you wanted to portray, showed a happy family trying to get a christmas tree due the holidays, arguing: “c’mon, kuna, it’ll be fun!” while you record his face.

and as he expected, it wasn’t fun at all.

here he had you and your guys going round in circles, checking budgets, this while he was holding the camera, and when deed was done, you concluded with: “i’ll come here again, on my way back.” he just rolled eyes, because it was tiring and also all things were damn expensive.

“oh, c’mon baby.” you noticed he was done, annoyed and you crossed your arms around his neck, ready to give him a big smooch in his cheek (children were present). “i also feel tired, but look at how the kiddos are.” and your babies were playing around, not even giving a damn about the tree, they were just having fun.

sukuna’s heart warmed when he saw his boys grabbing christmas stuff and making weird, childish faces, to remember they weren’t there not because their mother wanted to record a vlog, but because this was the real fun, the one they were having without a camera on his face.

but the sentimentalism was gone right away when you got your camera again in his face, and all of the process of how your family was in the haunting of a christmas tree, with occasional smiles every time you recorded him, went on.

it was already time to eat, and all of the bad mood of the day accumulated, and even more knowing you haven’t found the christmas tree yet. going around got him really annoyed, just when he thought he might have some peace of mind...

“what are my boys eating?” you teased your babies

“chicken broth, mommy.”

“mmmm, that sounds good,” you directed the camera to your other baby, “and you, sweetheart?

“chicken broth.” he said, shy, with a smile on his face while he was pointing his food, “like daddy.

“chicken broth.” sukuna pouted, imitating his son.

and when that part of the video got viral, you hit him, because it went so unnoticed that you didn’t even notice.

[owoshrike]

Just Another Morning

Partner Fic: [The One with the Flower Shop]

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Sukuna was never a light sleeper perse, but he was beginning to think that his body had recently been trained into becoming one. The man groaned, eyes rolling underneath his eyelids as his mind slowly awakened. It was a process- feeling the bed sheets underneath him, noticing how cool he was from tossing the covers off the night before, and reminding himself that yes, all of his limbs were still attached to his body.

There was also a small dip in the sheets next to his head.

Slowly, deep red eyes peeked open as he turned his head to the side, frowning slightly when he saw the bottom of a pajama covered foot immediately in his vision. He didn’t move but angled his head to look at the body connected to the foot, mouth thinning as he saw the chubby baby splayed out beside him snoring away as if he was the only one in the bed. Seeing how his limbs were star-fished out, he really must’ve been thinking he was. Sukuna’s eyebrow ticked before he turned his head to look over at the bedside table. The man refused to move just yet and instead squinted at the clock, groaning softly as “7:15AM” greeted him.

“That’s too damn early,” he grumbled lowly. “I’m going back to sle-”

A little foot pressed against his cheek as he turned his head to look at the ceiling, the man sighing heavily. The appendage didn’t move for a second but then it tapped against his cheek again…and again…and again. Sukuna growled and turned his head, one hand coming up and grabbing hold of the foot to keep it from prodding against his face.

“Hey! Knock it off, brat!”

As if the child knew he was speaking in- some- jest, it didn’t stop the small gummy smile from spreading on his face. Yuuji’s foot wiggled in the man’s hold as he tried to turn onto his tummy, face scrunching in concentration. Sukuna loosened his hold slightly and observed silently, slightly amused by the sheer determination the other was exhibiting. It was only when the other whined from simply rocking in place that he sat up on his elbow and rolled the boy over. “It’s too early for crying.”

Now satisfied that he was in the position he strived for, the bab focused his attention fully on Sukuna. He pushed himself up on his hands and feet, crawling closer to the older man with a loud hum. Sukuna stared a bit longer before groaning and fully sitting up, huffing a laugh as he watched Yuuji try to keep himself up despite the shifting of the bed. His feet swung over the edge and he stood with a stretch. He grabbed his phone lying on the bedside table, the screen flashing to show a few missed messages. Sukuna sucked his teeth in annoyance and shook his head, only praying that none of the messages were work related.

“Baaaaaa.”

Turning the screen back off, he then glanced down and saw Yuuji crawling closer to him, the boy’s lips wobbling slightly as he made his way closer. Sukuna watched the baby and only reached out to pick him up when he got too close to the edge. He shifted the baby until Yuuji was resting along his arm, his hand holding firmly to the baby’s abdomen. Yuuji gave an approving coo and kicked his feet happily, Sukuna only rolling his eyes with a sigh through his nose.

“You’re too easy to please while also being picky as hell,” he said with a shake of his head as he walked out of the room.

Sukuna used the edge of his phone to scratch at his bare chest as he crossed into the living room, glancing over to the window before turning into the kitchen. Switching the phone for the stray pacifier that was on the island counter, he shifted Yuuji again to hold him upright against his chest. Immediately, Yuuji began to whine and Sukuna stuck the pacifier in his mouth like clockwork. He was mildly surprised that the baby didn’t spit it out right away, but the small beading tears told him to not hold his breath. He refused to fall for the puppy dog look again as memories of Yuuji nearly crawling out of his hand while he was in the kitchen played in his head.

Instead, he focused on getting some breakfast ready for the two of them.

The absentminded sucking of the pacifier next to his ear was like a white noise as Sukuna moved through the kitchen. He wished he had turned the TV on but was too into the routine to pause it. Carefully, each fruit was sliced small and swept onto the small tiger plate, and Yuuji kicked his feet in impatience at the sight of the strawberries.

“Can you just wait a second, brat?” he grunted, picking up the plate and taking Yuuji over to his high chair. Once the baby was situated, he placed the plate down in front of him. “I’ll get your bottle in a second, ok?”

The older man’s eyebrow ticked in annoyance when the baby ignored him completely, spitting out his pacifier and scooping the fruit pieces up in his chubby hands. Sukuna turned back into the kitchen and switched on the electric kettle, resigning himself to tea rather than coffee this morning. Since he wasn’t working, he didn’t feel he needed a “pick-me-up” for once. While that was going, he began to put together the baby bottle in a quick practiced motion, the action practically engrained in his system by this point. A glance over his shoulder gave him the sight of Yuuji gnawing at a strawberry piece, humming to himself as his feet kicked happily in the chair.

For a fraction of a moment, his gaze softened but if anyone was there it would look like his expression had never changed. He finished shaking the bottle just as the kettle clicked off and broke him from his reverie.

Since when did he get so soft?

Placing the bottle to the side, Sukuna finally focused on putting a simple breakfast together for himself. He whipped himself up a quick tamagoyaki with some rice and sardines to the side. The man nodded to himself after pouring his cup of tea, moving his food to the counter and sitting down on the bar stool. Sukuna placed Yuuji’s bottle down in front of the boy and took the empty plate, scratching gently at the boy’s cheek as he placed it on the counter.

“Will you let me eat my breakfast in peace today?” he grumbled, grabbing the remote to turn the TV on before sitting down next to the baby.

The sudden noise from the television caught the baby’s attention and allowed Sukuna to get some immediate bites of his food. As he ate, he began scrolling through his messages. Most of them were emails regarding sales on supplies he could use for the shop with an occasional text message here and there. His lips tugged up at the corners when he saw a text from Uruame, the other saying how they would be coming back in town at the end of the week. The last messages, however, had Sukuna’s eyes rolling so hard they could have fallen out of his head.

Satoru had basically bombarded their chat with a nonsensical spam of emojis from last night following into the morning. The two of them were talking about what needed to be done at the shop in the coming week before the conversation switched to the blue-eyed man’s new crush, to which Sukuna immediately ignored the conversation and eventually fell asleep. His thumb scrolled through the fawning texts that the man left, and Sukuna could feel himself gag, nose crinkling in disgust. Tossing his phone on the table, he turned to look at Yuuji who was engrossed in the people speaking on the TV. One hand was stuck in his mouth while the other laid splayed out on the tray, grabbing at the empty plate of fruit while his eyes stayed firmly on the woman speaking. Sukuna glanced over the TV before huffing, moving to place the bottle in the baby’s reach.

“She’s not even that attractive, brat. Get better standards,” he said in a snarky tone.

At the sound of the man’s voice, Yuuji turned his head and gave a small coo. The two held each other’s gaze for a good minute before the baby reached for the bottle. Sukuna watched as the boy maneuvered his hands to hold the bottle before bringing it to his mouth, eyebrows raising only slightly. The boy was still completely helpless- as babies are- but the little bits of independence he showed still found ways to surprise Sukuna every now and then. Without saying anything else, Sukuna changed the channel to something more kid appropriate before going back to what remained of his breakfast.

After Sukuna finished eating- and prepping more food for Yuuji since the baby was determined to eat the man out of his own house- he began to go about his morning routine. To the annoying sound of some tinny god-forsaken children’s song, he began his set of push-ups. Though his gaze was trained on the large window before him, he was still aware of the smaller body next to him. A glance out his peripheral showed the little bab next time attempting to copy his action. Pudgy limbs were pushed underneath Yuuji as he tried to push himself up onto all fours…but he could only do half of the motion.

He would push himself up with his hands or legs but then the opposite end stayed flat to the floor. Whenever he did manage to push up on all fours, his attention would divert to the TV before he slowly dropped back onto his belly and rested his head against the floor.

“Your lack of focus is pathetic,” Sukuna chided with a snarky chuckle before moving to grab the boy by the back of his onesie. Yuuji cooed as he was lifted up and placed on the man’s back, Sukuna’s large hand holding him in place as he proceeded with his exercise using only one arm. It was hardly a challenge for him after doing this for so long and he would never admit that he found the baby’s small gasps of awe amusing.

He was sure Uruame knew but the other was smart enough to keep their mouth shut about it.

Once he reached the end of the set, Sukuna slowly lowered himself to the ground and moved Yuuji off of his back. He huffed when he saw the baby’s eyes fluttering slightly despite the boy’s attempts to keep his eyes on Sukuna’s face. One hand was stuffed in his mouth as he absently gnawed on it while the other moved to rest on top of Sukuna’s hand. The older man turned onto his side and propped himself up with one arm to watch Yuuji, the baby’s mouth opening up in a wide yawn that caused his face to scrunch up. Sukuna snickered.

“Such an ugly face!” he laughed as he picked up the baby and rolled onto his back, placing Yuuji against his chest. He sat his hand firm on the other’s back when he tried to squirm. “Go ahead and take your nap, brat.”

Bright honey eyes peeked at Sukuna through fluttering lashes as Yuuji continuously lost the battle to his drowsiness and full stomach. The baby babbled something that was muffled behind his hand before dropping his head right where Sukuna’s heart rested. Sukuna laid still as he felt the other’s own tiny heartbeat pump against his chest, the organ slowly calming down as the boy fell deeper into his sleep. After a minute, the man moved as gently as he could from the floor to sit up against the couch. His eyes narrowed down at Yuuji and he carefully nudged the baby’s hand out of his mouth, grimacing at the spit that trailed down his hand. Sukuna sighed through his nose before tipping his head back and turning back to look out the window as the sun finally reached its peak in the sky.

A stray beam caught the edge of a picture on the side table next to the couch, its shine catching Sukuna’s attention immediately. He frowned as a heavy emotion swirled in his chest, the image of the two young men suddenly becoming too much to bear. It didn’t help that he was aware of the other “look-alike” that was blissfully sleeping against his chest.

“You just had to up and leave, lil’ bro,” he muttered under his breath though there was no heat to his words. Just a hazy feeling of melancholy. “You’re lucky I’m nice though. Brat wouldn’t have survived without me.

[prussianpatriot]

Dadkuna dadkuna dadkuna dadkuna

[scrappedup]

Accurate?

[fluffywings13]

Should I post some of my regular fics here too???

[ryxxoleexx]

I absolutely ADORE this version of Sukunaaaa!!

can you make a fic about babykuna being a mommys girl, like shes all soft and sweet and like a baby with mommy, and a little menace with her papa

the duality of miss babykuna must be studied. because with you, aka kunamama, aka the love of her little life, she is an angel. an absolute sweetheart.

she proudly parades around in the outfits you put together for her, giggling as she twirls in the mirror, her little voice echoing, "mama, we match!"

she shows you her good marks in school before showing them to anyone else, clutching the paper in her tiny hands as she beams up at you. "look, mama! i did so good! are you proud?"

she wisely sits next to you whenever you're getting ready—whether for a night out or just to bed—watching you with wide, adoring eyes. "mama, when i get big, i wanna be just like you."

your little angel.

but with dadkuna? aka kunapapa? aka ryomen sukuna?

…it’s like something demonic is awakened. like a switch is flipped.

"papa, you won’t believe what happened today."

sukuna barely glances up from his glass of whiskey, lounging on the couch with his arm lazily draped over the backrest. "yeah?"

"so there’s this girl in my coloring class?"

"mmhm?"

"she thinks she’s soooo cool," babykuna says, climbing up onto the couch beside him, crossing her little arms like a mob boss. “so i had to beat her.” sukuna quirks a brow. "oh?"

"yes." she grins—deviously. "she said her labubu was the best dressed in class. but i showed her mine and—" she claps her tiny hands together, cackling, "—she cried papa. she cried.”

sukuna takes a slow sip of his drink. "you made the mean girl cry by flexing your labubu?"

"yes." she tilts her chin up, victorious. sukuna smirks. "that’s my girl."

"i know," she replies, flicking her hair over her shoulder in the exact way she’s seen her papa do a hundred times. then she leans in, whispering, "also? guess who didn’t color inside the lines today?*"

"who?"

"the smartest boy in class."

"no way."

"yes way."

"and you?"

she smirks, eyes glinting like her father’s. "perfection, papa."

"that’s my fucking girl," sukuna grins, holding his palm up. babykuna slaps her tiny hand against his. it’s devil dad and devil daughter, thick as thieves. meanwhile, you stand in the doorway, arms crossed, watching the unholy alliance unfold.

"…is this what happens when i’m not around?" you deadpan.

"mama!" babykuna gasps, suddenly all sweetness again, running over to you and grabbing your hand. “papa said a bad word!” sukuna glares at her.

"you just called that kid a loser."

"*but you said the bad word, papa!"

sukuna groans, rubbing his temples. "you little traitor."

[jjk-confessions]

Besties?? Sukuna definitely was giving the dadkuna vibes. That anon was right. Him holding uraume by wrist is similar to kenjaku holding sasaki's hand.

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[vultursvolans]

every time i get a sukuna idea it’s always so mushy and sweet ><

[sukunas-wife]

Yuji stood there with teary eyes, sniffling and ready to scream

His father was sat there with a smug smile staring down at him

You could barely see over your husband’s shoulder who was leaning on his side over your lap. Yuji’s hands coming up reaching for you only to lightly be swatted away by Ryomen

“No, mine.”

Yuji let out a silent cry, Sukuna’s grin widened as you sighed

“Moommmyyy” he tried to push past his dad hands reaching out for you again

“No,” Sukuna swatted his little hands away again, “Mine.”

Yuji let out a small scream and started crying falling back and down onto his little butt, “MooMMMYyyyy”

You had watched this happen for five minutes and you shook your head with a smile, “Come here baby.” Sukuna moved out the way and you lightly shouldered him with a smile, he still had a grin on his face as he picked up Yuji dropping him on your lap

Yuji’s hands clinging to your shirt as he sniffled into your chest, only for Sukuna to lean down to his ear, “still mine.”

Yuji wailed looking up at you before you placed a hand on his head kissing his forehead, his smile was wobbly with teary eyes as he buried his face into your chest again and Sukuna chuckled placing his hand over yours on Yuji’s head. “Heh, brat.”

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[thequeenofcurses]

I FUCKING LOVE THIS OMG 🖤❤️💙

i have a hc that Sukuna and Uraume like to skate together C:

[gojos-thot-patrol]

listen .. i could go off all day about sukuna’s little family but but please thoughts of little baby boy and his bottom eyes haven’t opened yet and his mom is waiting excitedly because sukuna didn’t know his son wouldn’t be able to open his four eyes for the first 6 months of his life!! wondering how long it took him!!! big surprise when those little blinky eyes are mommy’s 🤭

SKIHDKHDKGSLHDOYDOY

Two lines of soft, whispy eyelashes. That was the only thing that marked the two little lines under your son's wide wondrous eyes as eyes. He as already 6 months old, and yet he still refused to open them.

"Give him time Darling, he'll open them when he's ready" Sukuna reminded you gently when he caught you gently caressing your sleeping baby's cheek, no doubt looking at those eyelashes.

"I know, I know im just...I'm so excited!" You confessed, "You said he'd open them any day now, I'm dying to know what they look like..."

"They're probably going to look like his eyes" Sukuna chuckled softly. This wasn't him being an ass either. Your son had bright, crimson red eyes that perfectly matched his fathers. Eyes that he used to take in the world with bright excitement and wonder. It was entirely reasonable to assume his second set of eyes would match his main set.

"Hey, your eyes don't match!" You reminded him, only for him to raise a questioning eyebrow at you. "Your second set has cat eye pupils."

"Oh please," he scoffed, rolling all four eyes. "Thats such a minor difference."

"Its still a difference!"

"Y/n, you're being-" he was cut off by the baby fussing in his bassinet, done with his nap and no doubt ready for lunch. Ryomen joined you by your side as you picked up the child, cradling him in your arms.

"Good morning sunshine!" You cooed softly. You watched as your sons eyes fluttered open, bright red irises greeting you. He giggled and kicked in your arms, ready to move and get back to the day.

And then those thin little eyelashes started to flutter. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt Ryomen wrap his arm around you-pulling you closer in anticipation.

Slowly, his secondary set of eyes fluttered to life. And your gorgeous eyes blinked back at you.

"Well I'll be damned-" Sukuna laughed softly as he looked at his sons mis-matched eyes. You squealed with delight as you bounced you baby.

"Yes!" You cheered, "finally! Something about you looks like me!" You celebrated, peppering your giggling sons face with kisses.

"Wait, is that why you've been so excited for him to open his eyes?!" Ryomen couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

"Yes!" You laughed back, "I carried him for nine months, it wasn't fair he looked exactly like you!"

"Hey, it's not my fault my genes are stronger." He shrugged with a smug smirk. You blew a raspberry at him.

"You can say that all you want, but in the end he has my eyes." You hummed.

[owoshrike]

in light of recent events, now I'm REALLY inspired to write some dadkuna and baby yuuji

[dressycobra7]

@oracleact @ryomen-sukuna-1-0 @consumedwithtrust @squigglewigglewoo

dad!sukuna based on this tiktok that gave me insane baby fever

the birds chirping outside in the dawn light makes your daughter giggle from where she stands in your bedroom doorway.

"baby," you whisper to her, beckoning her over to your side of the bed. "c'mere."

your 3-year-old wobbles around the bed, having gotten out of bed by herself. she stands before you with her hands out and grabs your arms.

"layla," you whisper, glancing over your shoulder at your husband, whose hair pokes out wildly from under the duvet. "tell daddy mommy wants a coffee."

your daughter's wide eyes round, and she tilts her head. "cowe?"

you suppress a giggle. "coffee."

"coppee?"

"yeah, good enough," you mumble, nodding. and then you lift her onto the bed. layla clambers over your body and falls face-first into the space between you and sukuna, her pink hair splayed everywhere.

you slap your mouth with your palm to stop the laughs from escaping. your husband stirs, groaning deeply under the white blankets. she looks over at you with a smile on her face, and you give her a single thumbs up.

"dada," layla says, climbing on top of him. "wake up!"

"hi, babygirl," sukuna slurs, eyes half open.

"i want coppee."

"hm? what?"

"coppee!"

"coffee...?" sukuna takes a moment to process the word and then looks at you over his shoulder, eyes puffy. "really, bro?"

you giggle, hiding your face in the blankets.

"you want coffee..." sukuna says, pointing at your daughter. "you go get it."

"no, mummy wants coppee! you get it!" she giggles, chubby finger aimed at him, too.

“noooo,” he whines, though it’s barely one. he shoves his face back into his pillow. “you.”

“daddy!” your daughter yells. “coppee!!”

sukuna scoffs a laugh and rubs his eye with his knuckle while your daughter dances around the room singing, "coppee, coppee!"

"you're lucky you're cute," sukuna grumbles, swinging his bare legs out of the bed, looking over at you as he does so. "you too."

[kamitv]

▷ Impatience

When you come home late & they’re needy.

▷ Body Art

Suggesting tattoos/piercings in the middle of sex.

▷ Delicate

Men who fold under your touch.

▷ Someone Else?

What happens when they find out you have a friend that’s a little too comfortable with you.

▷ Premature

How they jerk off when you’re not around & getting caught doing so.

▷ Give You Whatever You Want

How watching a movie with your roommate goes wrong.

▷ SCREAM VI

Ghostface Geto, Gojo & Choso.

▷ Holiday Headcanons

Thinking about jjk characters who… (Christmas edition)

▷ Seven — Explicit Vers.

JJK men fuckin’ you just right on Valentine’s day night.

▷ Headcanons

Thinking about Gojo who…

▷ Sex Therapy

In which Gojo finds therapy balls deep inside you.

▷ Pervy!Satoru listening to his best friend Suguru fuck you.

▷ Gojo not being able to handle receiving head.

▷ Sensitive Satoru

▷ Getting a call while Suguru’s balls deep inside you. || (pt. 2)

▷ Suguru walking in on you pleasing yourself.

▷ pussyinspector!geto who…

▷ Headcanons

Thinking about Choso who...

▷ What You Need

In which your dad, who’s worked closely with jujutsu sorcerers his entire life, finally allows you to meet his best friend— who’s half-curse, half-human, and 100% your type.

▷ “just the tip” with husband!choso <3

▷ Riding Choso in reverse (short)

▷ Headcanons

Thinking about Toji who…

▷ Walking in on your roommate jerking off.

▷ Pottery class with Nanami.

▷ Nerd!Nanami who…

▷ Tutor!Nanami who…

▷ First Time?

When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that he’s a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that.

▷ Second Time?

Part two of virgin!sukuna.

▷ Headcanons

Thinking about Sukuna who...

▷ Dadkuna & his daughter (fluff).

▷ Bsf!Sukuna getting caught jerking off. | Pervy bsf!Sukuna (pt. 2)

▷ Husband!Sukuna who…

▷ Higuruma who becomes a different person during sex.

▷ bf!Ino (short fluff).

▷ Yuki’s favorite activity.

▷ Secretly down bad!Naoya.