#dadkuna

[arcoiriaaa]

Im from old generation and i get pissed off so much with fandoms right now.

In the old days, 10 - 15 years ago, fandoms is as random as it can get. You can ship two peoples from another universe, you can be weird, exploring things, having fun with fanfiction/other source and noone cares. Its a community that thriving because people of the same interest meet each other.

Now, everyone complaint about everything. You guys too focused to be the 'better' fan, everything have to be canon, and 'morally' right, stories with dark theme are get bashed, peoples Throwing 'proship' allegation everywhere.

Wheres the fun? Are you guys allergic to that?!

Like, what are you doing in life for bullying other people IN THEIR OWN SPACE?!? Did your life are that miserable?! Do you think you are so saint, a hero to save this world from villainy people?

You guys dont understand fandom etiquette at all? Dont like dont read always been there and you didnt understand?!

I ship Sukume so WHAT? Oh you see them as father and son, thats okay. BUT I SEE THEM AS LOVERS! So why dont you get tf out from my space and get together with anyone who sees dadkuna too, as well as im having fun with my sukume people.

Never in my life or in my fandoms life Im harassing other ships or other people for anything they enjoy, anyone can like anything they like. So if i see someone wants to shove their morality to me, I will chew your head i swear to God.

You guys are too serious? What are you fighting for actually? In the end of the day, Its a fiction, a 2D, they are just an art, they are not real.

Everyone should having fun and respect other people, its what make fandoms thriving.

[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.”

Tag:

@sakuxxi @mercymccann @certainduckanchor @najiiix @bakugou-katsukis-wife @amitiel-truth @souyasplushie @mylovelessnightmare @ynjimenez @dolliira @princessluvz @furiousblacktiger @anyaswlrd @shytastemakerthing @alialucille

[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.

[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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[apatheticathletic]

Little thing for an upcoming project after I finish the tjkn fic I’m writing

Here’s the link to the Tjkn fic

Megumi’s story is the sequel

[sukunas-wife]

You can be in the middle of a build a baby session Ryomen and hear Yuji’s little voice outside your door going “Mommy I had a bad dream.”

And you can try to push him off but he’s not moving- he’s finishing his job and will straight up lie so well Yuji will believe you really were just doing endurance wrestling or something.

“Daddy said it so it must be true! Me next!”

Which leads to you trying to pull your robes on while Ryomen body slams Yuji into the bed making him bounce, “Alright brat you wanna fight we’re gonna fight till you give up.”

They’ve been at if for an hour and Yuji keeps jumping off the bed throwing himself at his daddy just to be thrown and bounce on the bed again bad dream long forgotten 😭

[thequeenofcurses]

I FUCKING LOVE THIS OMG 🖤❤️💙

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

[gojos-thot-patrol]

and and and encouraging baby prince to use his four arms to crawl because he needs the exercise (his killed tummy time with his four little arms!!) and and baby boy who loves dada uppies because papa is so tall he can see everything!!!

AHH Ryomen would actually melt for his son you can't tell me otherwise.

He would just walk around the palace with the baby in his arms or on his shoulders, anyone that has an issue with it can take it up with his fist.

They play patty cake together with all four arms just to make sure baby's hand eye coordination is good with both sets.

At some point the young prince started favoring his second set of arms, which- isn't a problem it was just very unexpected.

That kids grip is killer to, you ever have a baby grab your hair? It's over when he does it.

I just have the very clear vision in my head of Ryomen coming to find you uncharacteristically excited about something, he HAS to show you this, it's so cool. And what he has to show you is him flexing his arm and the baby hanging off it and giggling.

"Look at how strong he is! He can hold himself up! He's going to be a menace one day!" He laughs as he holds his giggling son up in the air, proudly showing him off to the room full of you.

And Ryomen said he would be a terrible father.

[vultursvolans]

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

[owoshrike]

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