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[yukho]

i loooove your dad!sukuna and dad!toji fics so much !!! they’re so good like it tickles something in my brain just right hehhee

ty my friend !!!

[yukho]

it was much easier for sukuna before his child learned the word no. ‘no’ to this. ‘no’ to that. it was always just no.

“go to sleep.” “no.”

“I told you to—” “no.”

“you little—” “no.”

no matter how intimidating he was to others and how he voiced himself, apparently it did nothing to the little being. if it wasn’t you, it was the much smaller version of you.

your child was currently sitting on their fathers lap staring at him.

“what.”

their little arm stretched up, fist opening and closing. they wanted to grab. sukuna had been picking up on what the child was trying to say. ever since you told him that they can’t always find the words, he’d been attempting to understand what they wanted.

now, he could listen to their demand but instead— “no.”

they stopped, face furrowing upon hearing their father. they did not like that. not at all. albeit them only knowing a few words, with one of them being their favorite as of recently according to sukuna, they were very vocal otherwise. and they made it evident to their father, crying in objection to his objection.

tch.

“no” his lips twitched at the continuous cries. “I said no.”

but it was over once he saw those small eyes fill, knowing what came next. he got that same yet uncomfortable feeling in his chest. only ever occurring when he’s with the little one. and you.

exhaling through his nose, he leans forward upon his child’s request from earlier.

the baby reaches for their father, small arms going around his neck as they nuzzle into him. a bit of a slow reaction, but sukuna matches their attempt. his arm cradling them. he could feel their hand pat his shoulder “‘tay.” okay.

at least that’s what he assumes they meant. and he’ll take it. better than getting a no from someone who was barely even a year. he could only imagine what they’d be like when they’re older.

[yukho]

megumi fushiguro, for the age that he was, never got why his father addressed you, his mama, as 'ma.' merely a toddler, he understood a lot. he just never got that. it was just something toji said. even before your son was born, he referred to you as ma.

it was just toji’s way of addressing you. his affection. and your son wasn’t too impressed by it.

now megumi, was his mother's son. albeit him looking so much like his father— he was all about you. his first words were "mama." and toji still remembers the boy staring right at him as he said them as if he hadn't been trying to get him to say dada. the way you and your child were, was the epitome of a mother-son-relationship. the way your husband and him were— the same couldn't be said.

toji and him had been going back and forth on what you’re referred to as. what they refer to you as. even if they don’t imply the same thing.

“mama.”

“ma.”

“it’s mama.”

the older fushiguro grinned, amused at how a toddler— his toddler— was trying to correct him. the younger one, seemed to think otherwise. a glare on his face. it only seemed to harden the more his father refused to accept his words. toji’s grin widened.

“ma.” megumi’s pout dropped but he was still adamant.

“mama.”

“it’s—” “toji, he’s a toddler. why are you arguing with him?” you voice from behind.

“he started it, ma.”

the glare never left the younger fushiguro’s face.

[yukho]

✩ mdni w/ adult content ✩

your child calling their father by his name (gojo. s)

your child’s first kick (gojo. s)

“it’s mama.” (fushiguro. t) -in which little megumi isn’t too impressed by his fathers name for you

your child likes to say no (sukuna. r)

little curse (sukuna. r) -sukuna trying to get your crying baby to sleep

the morning after (fushiguro. t) -you’re trying to leave without waking up the man they slept with

[yukho]

megumi fushiguro, for the age that he was, never got why his father addressed you, his mama, as 'ma.' merely a toddler, he understood a lot. he just never got that. it was just something toji said. even before your son was born, he referred to you as ma.

it was just toji’s way of addressing you. his affection. and your son wasn’t too impressed by it.

now megumi, was his mother's son. albeit him looking so much like his father— he was all about you. his first words were "mama." and toji still remembers the boy staring right at him as he said them as if he hadn't been trying to get him to say dada. the way you and your child were, was the epitome of a mother-son-relationship. the way your husband and him were— the same couldn't be said.

toji and him had been going back and forth on what you’re referred to as. what they refer to you as. even if they don’t imply the same thing.

“mama.”

“ma.”

“it’s mama.”

the older fushiguro grinned, amused at how a toddler— his toddler— was trying to correct him. the younger one, seemed to think otherwise. a glare on his face. it only seemed to harden the more his father refused to accept his words. toji’s grin widened.

“ma.” megumi’s pout dropped but he was still adamant.

“mama.”

“it’s—” “toji, he’s a toddler. why are you arguing with him?” you voice from behind.

“he started it, ma.”

the glare never left the younger fushiguro’s face.

[yukho]

it was much easier for sukuna before his child learned the word no. ‘no’ to this. ‘no’ to that. it was always just no.

“go to sleep.” “no.”

“I told you to—” “no.”

“you little—” “no.”

no matter how intimidating he was to others and how he voiced himself, apparently it did nothing to the little being. if it wasn’t you, it was the much smaller version of you.

your child was currently sitting on their fathers lap staring at him.

“what.”

their little arm stretched up, fist opening and closing. they wanted to grab. sukuna had been picking up on what the child was trying to say. ever since you told him that they can’t always find the words, he’d been attempting to understand what they wanted.

now, he could listen to their demand but instead— “no.”

they stopped, face furrowing upon hearing their father. they did not like that. not at all. albeit them only knowing a few words, with one of them being their favorite as of recently according to sukuna, they were very vocal otherwise. and they made it evident to their father, crying in objection to his objection.

tch.

“no” his lips twitched at the continuous cries. “I said no.”

but it was over once he saw those small eyes fill, knowing what came next. he got that same yet uncomfortable feeling in his chest. only ever occurring when he’s with the little one. and you.

exhaling through his nose, he leans forward upon his child’s request from earlier.

the baby reaches for their father, small arms going around his neck as they nuzzle into him. a bit of a slow reaction, but sukuna matches their attempt. his arm cradling them. he could feel their hand pat his shoulder “‘tay.” okay.

at least that’s what he assumes they meant. and he’ll take it. better than getting a no from someone who was barely even a year. he could only imagine what they’d be like when they’re older.

[yukho]

I lied you’re getting dad!toji and dad!sukuna in a few lmao

you’ll be getting a glimpse at dad!toji later

[yukho]

you’ll be getting a glimpse at dad!toji later

[yukho]

who would we like to see more dad! of

[yukho]

LITTLE CURSE— sukuna trying to get your crying baby to sleep

(dad!sukuna x fem!reader) fluff.

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sukuna shuffled to the crying child.

his crying child.

the little being that you guys made, stood up on their little legs in their crib, trying to balance themself. lifting their arms and crying even more when their father came to sight.

tch.

sukuna stood at the crib and just stared— as if him standing there would get them to stop. it did not. they just cried more. their little legs shifting in place, arms stretched out, trying to get their father to pick them up.

his hands grasped under their arms, the cries dropping as he lifted them ever so slightly before lowering them so they were laid on their back. "go to sleep."

they apparently didn't like the response he gave them because immediately after his words, they picked up right where they left off with the waterworks. the child getting up again and attempting to pull themselves out of the crib since their father apparently couldn’t do so. they were adament.

sukuna lowered himself to their level, their eyes which they inherited from him, stared back. "you'll wake your mother."

they stopped upon his words.

you always told sukuna that your baby understood what was being said, something he never really thought could be true considering that the little being couldn’t even comprehend the word ‘no.’ there was always something to come after that word left his lips.

they just stared. sukuna took that as his cue. he was barely able to lift himself from his position before he witnessed their eyes beginning to water. he glared.

"go. to. sleep."

the voice that fear clung to whenever it was heard only received a tear stained look from the small figure before him. the child just huffed.

he raised an eyebrow.

not even a year old and they were already giving attitude to his demands. they were definitely yours. and just like they had done earlier, your child lifted their arms up, stretching to their father. he wasn't about to take them back to your guy's room. you were alseep. and he wanted to keep it as so. but he knew if he left, the little one would just start crying again. so, with a huff of his own. he shifted your baby over and got in the crib.

his large frame unable to adjust to the space before baby was falling flat onto his chest. nuzzling themselves into their fathers grasp. sukuna’s arm lifted and slid over their much smaller frame, his large hand cradling their back. the once crying child— now sleeping— in the arms of their father.

I should’ve stayed a curse.

sukuna always said that. always told you that. but there you found him with your child in the crib that was wayyyy to small for his size.

[yukho]

LITTLE CURSE— sukuna trying to get your crying baby to sleep

(dad!sukuna x fem!reader) fluff.

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sukuna shuffled to the crying child.

his crying child.

the little being that you guys made, stood up on their little legs in their crib, trying to balance themself. lifting their arms and crying even more when their father came to sight.

tch.

sukuna stood at the crib and just stared— as if him standing there would get them to stop. it did not. they just cried more. their little legs shifting in place, arms stretched out, trying to get their father to pick them up.

his hands grasped under their arms, the cries dropping as he lifted them ever so slightly before lowering them so they were laid on their back. "go to sleep."

they apparently didn't like the response he gave them because immediately after his words, they picked up right where they left off with the waterworks. the child getting up again and attempting to pull themselves out of the crib since their father apparently couldn’t do so. they were adament.

sukuna lowered himself to their level, their eyes which they inherited from him, stared back. "you'll wake your mother."

they stopped upon his words.

you always told sukuna that your baby understood what was being said, something he never really thought could be true considering that the little being couldn’t even comprehend the word ‘no.’ there was always something to come after that word left his lips.

they just stared. sukuna took that as his cue. he was barely able to lift himself from his position before he witnessed their eyes beginning to water. he glared.

"go. to. sleep."

the voice that fear clung to whenever it was heard only received a tear stained look from the small figure before him. the child just huffed.

he raised an eyebrow.

not even a year old and they were already giving attitude to his demands. they were definitely yours. and just like they had done earlier, your child lifted their arms up, stretching to their father. he wasn't about to take them back to your guy's room. you were alseep. and he wanted to keep it as so. but he knew if he left, the little one would just start crying again. so, with a huff of his own. he shifted your baby over and got in the crib.

his large frame unable to adjust to the space before baby was falling flat onto his chest. nuzzling themselves into their fathers grasp. sukuna’s arm lifted and slid over their much smaller frame, his large hand cradling their back. the once crying child— now sleeping— in the arms of their father.

I should’ve stayed a curse.

sukuna always said that. always told you that. but there you found him with your child in the crib that was wayyyy to small for his size.

[yukho]

LITTLE CURSE— sukuna trying to get your crying baby to sleep

(dad!sukuna x fem!reader) fluff.

—

sukuna shuffled to the crying child.

his crying child.

the little being that you guys made, stood up on their little legs in their crib, trying to balance themself. lifting their arms and crying even more when their father came to sight.

tch.

sukuna stood at the crib and just stared— as if him standing there would get them to stop. it did not. they just cried more. their little legs shifting in place, arms stretched out, trying to get their father to pick them up.

his hands grasped under their arms, the cries dropping as he lifted them ever so slightly before lowering them so they were laid on their back. "go to sleep."

they apparently didn't like the response he gave them because immediately after his words, they picked up right where they left off with the waterworks. the child getting up again and attempting to pull themselves out of the crib since their father apparently couldn’t do so. they were adament.

sukuna lowered himself to their level, their eyes which they inherited from him, stared back. "you'll wake your mother."

they stopped upon his words.

you always told sukuna that your baby understood what was being said, something he never really thought could be true considering that the little being couldn’t even comprehend the word ‘no.’ there was always something to come after that word left his lips.

they just stared. sukuna took that as his cue. he was barely able to lift himself from his position before he witnessed their eyes beginning to water. he glared.

"go. to. sleep."

the voice that fear clung to whenever it was heard only received a tear stained look from the small figure before him. the child just huffed.

he raised an eyebrow.

not even a year old and they were already giving attitude to his demands. they were definitely yours. and just like they had done earlier, your child lifted their arms up, stretching to their father. he wasn't about to take them back to your guy's room. you were alseep. and he wanted to keep it as so. but he knew if he left, the little one would just start crying again. so, with a huff of his own. he shifted your baby over and got in the crib.

his large frame unable to adjust to the space before baby was falling flat onto his chest. nuzzling themselves into their fathers grasp. sukuna’s arm lifted and slid over their much smaller frame, his large hand cradling their back. the once crying child— now sleeping— in the arms of their father.

I should’ve stayed a curse.

sukuna always said that. always told you that. but there you found him with your child in the crib that was wayyyy to small for his size.

[yukho]

dad!Sukuna dropping in a few

[yukho]

don’t look at me look away

[yukho]

lol ????? no one said a thing I wrote this on a whim guys and as you can see DID NOT PROOFREAD lmao

[yukho]

a/n: I don’t know where the ask went for this oops not proofread

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“toru.”

“…….”

“it was just the baby—” “they refused me— me. the one who made them.”

“huh.”

“it couldn’t have been done without me.” you get pregnant on the first try and this is where he goes with it.

“it was them kicking, satoru.” “but it was the first kick— and it was aimed at me.” he cried.

it was not aimed at him. but of course ever the man he is, your husband assumes that your child’s first kick, that happened right when he put his head on your tummy, was intentional. it was not.

“satoru.” you sigh, trying to pull his head back from where he stuffed it into your neck, but the more you tried the more he nuzzled further. you sigh again, lips pursing at the absolute child that is your husband. “the baby did not aim it at you.“

he lifted his head from your neck. “were you not there?”

you let your head fall back against the headboard. you weren’t even gonna get into that with him.

you feel him shift, his head now leveled with your stomach. you feel when he lays his forehead on the curve, and you for sure feel the kick that just landed when he had done so.

“they’re not even here yet and they hate me!”

[yukho]

gojo was going to cry.

and it was all because of his child. his baby. or what they had heard you say so really, it was because of you.

your baby was at the talking stage. they’d begin talking more just a few months ago— gojo bringing it up whenever he can (which was all the time) that your baby’s first word was dada. he cried when he heard it. and he was going to cry rn because your child won’t stop.

you had called him by his name. his last name. something you never say unless you’re trying to get through to him. that usually does it because he’ll look at you and go “you hate me.” and now it’s like your baby hates him because they’ve been saying gojo for the last few minutes.

“I’m not gojo. I’m dada to you.”

“go-jo.” your hand was over your mouth trying to keep yourself from encouraging the child, who was trying to enunciate the name— clearly enjoying themselves and the reaction they were getting from their parents.

“no. no, no- I’m dada.” gojo was on his knees in front of you.

you nosed your baby’s cheek from where they were sitting on your lap. “is that daddy?” you asked softly. your child, who looked exactly like the man in front of you, stared up at you. the audacity for them to not only come out looking like their father— when you carried them for months— but to also inherit his eyes. "who's dada?" you asked again.

your child looked to saturo, finger sticking up to him. "that's right, that's dada." saturo held his arms out to lift them from your lap.

"I'm dada." your child nuzzled their head into his neck before lifting their head up to stare into his blue eyes with their very own.

"go-jo!" you cracked at your child's exclamation.

"nooooo."

gojo was going to cry.

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