the sun pours over your body as you walk along empty handed with sukuna holding all the bags and beach equipment. baby!yuji patters along on the mildly hot sand, running on levels of adrenaline only a six year old could muster.
the beach is filled with families similar to yours, children playing in the water, people tanning in the deliciously hot sun and volleyballs being tossed around by large friend groups.
sukuna places down your lounging chairs with an attached shaded umbrella, and plops down with all the bags containing various miscellaneous things.
yuji sticks his tongue out slightly, eyes lighting up with mischief and tries to make a beeline for the water before you grab him by the collar.
“no one gets out there without sunscreen” you wave a finger at him, instructing him to settle down.
yuji pouts impatiently swinging his legs while you get out the bottle of kids sunscreen and rub it on every bit of his exposed skin.
your son wrinkles his nose when you reach for his face applying the lotion in soft rhythmic motions. you proceed to pinch his cheeks and give him a little kiss there while yuji giggles.
sukuna watches you fuss over the brat with mild amusement. his eyes squint under the sun, and drop to admire what you’ve got on.
a frilly little thing exposing your beautiful curves.
sukuna scans the area noting any men looking towards your general direction and stares them down with a cutting glare only he could manage. a look that screamed ‘look away before i come dislocate that head myself’ for good measure.
while yuji runs off to play in the sand, you turn to him with the sunscreen bottle in hand and a knowing smile.
“your turn”
sukuna scoffs from where he’s sprawled back in the beach chair, one arm lazily hanging off the side.
“i don’t burn”
“yes you do”
“i literally don’t”
“your nose got pink last time”
his eyes narrow immediately, “it did not.”
“you then complained that it itched and brooded about it the whole time”
“i don’t brood”
you hum ignoring his offense entirely and pat your thighs.
“c’mere”
he stares at you for a long second before clicking his tongue and leaning forward anyway because despite all his dramatics, sukuna has never once denied you when you used that tone on him.
you snort as sukuna settles in front of you. his massive frame blocks the sun completely and he smells like saltwater and heat already despite barely having stepped into the ocean.
you squeeze sunscreen into your palms and rub it across his shoulders.
his muscles flex beneath your hands while you smooth lotion over the dark markings curling along his skin, careful and thorough despite the way he eyes you.
you drag your fingers over his neck and jaw, rubbing sunscreen into the bridge of his nose while he looks deeply inconvenienced by affection.
“look down”
“this is humiliating.”
“look down, so i can get the back of your neck.”
he grumbles under his breath but tilts his chin downward anyway. his previously bored, half lidded eyes, dilate at the sight of your cleavage, right. in. his. face.
how blissful.
yuji bursts into giggles. you had spiked up sukuna’s hair to stand up in a funky way.
“you look funny papa”
sukuna grimaces.
“want me to throw you into the ocean?”
“yeah!”
“…”
you laugh so hard you nearly smear sunscreen into sukuna’s eye.
you take turns, with sukuna now applying sunscreen onto your back.
eventually yuji tears off toward the shoreline with a plastic bucket in hand, sandals abandoned somewhere behind him.
you lean back into your chair with a satisfied sigh while sukuna sits beside you, one arm draped lazily behind your head.
for a while the two of you simply watch.
yuji jumps over tiny waves, yelling triumphantly every single time he successfully crosses one.
he crouches to collect shells with complete seriousness only to abandon them three seconds later because another wave has appeared.
his little laugh carries over the water. your chest feels warm.
“he looks like you when he gets excited,” you murmur, nuzzling against the base of sukuna’s neck.
“poor kid”
you elbow him lightly, “it is cute sukuna, you are cute”
before sukuna can mull over your words, yuji suddenly turns around spotting the two of you immediately.
“papa!! come here!!”
sukuna pretends not to hear,
“papa!!”
you mouth a slight ‘go’ as your husband sighs dramatically before obliging as per usual.
the water reaches just beneath his knees when yuji grabs his hand excitedly and starts dragging him around with all the strength a six year old could possess.
you pad in after them enjoying the waves and the feel of soft sand beneath your bare feet.
you smile to yourself. it is almost absurd seeing sukuna getting ordered around by a child carrying a neon orange shovel.
yuji points toward a lopsided sandcastle near the shore, “help me make it BIGGER” he sticks his arms out to act out how big he wanted it to be.
sitting back down on your chair you try not to look too amused as sukuna crouches down into the sand.
his large hands awkwardly shape wet sand while yuji gives deeply unnecessary instructions beside him.
“more tower”
sukuna looks over at you, pleading for an escape. you wave him off.
“it’s a sandcastle not a fortress” he mutters back.
“more tower” yuji runs about, sometimes gathering sand and sometimes water. most of the time being largely unhelpful.
sukuna clicks his tongue and adds another tower.
hours later the sky begins softening into gold.
yuji’s exhausted enough now to become clingy, dragging his feet through the sand while holding onto sukuna’s hand.
“i need to wash my feet” you brush sand off your legs with a tired groan.
before you can even move, sukuna bends down and scoops you into his arms effortlessly.
you yelp, “kuna—”
he pats you lower thigh, “stop squirming”
people nearby glance over briefly before immediately looking away once sukuna glares in their direction.
you hide your snicker against his shoulder while he carries you toward the rinse station near the boardwalk.
the water runs cool over your feet as he holds you securely against his chest, an arm around your waist like you weigh nothing at all.
yuji stands beside him sleepily rubbing his eyes.
once your feet are clean, sukuna sets you carefully onto the bench.
then without a word, he crouches down.
you blink.
“..what’re you doing?”
he grabs your sandals from beside the bench.
“your feet’ll get dirty again.”
years of loving him and your heart still stutters stupidly.
sukuna slides the sandals onto your feet one by one with mild annoyance etched across his face, but you know better. his love language when it came to you, was acts of service.
meanwhile yuji watches with narrowed eyes, “papa..?”
“what.”
“that’s sooo romantic” he smiles ear to ear.
sukuna immediately flicks water at his forehead.
yuji screeches dramatically while you laugh loud enough that people turn to look again.
“where did he even learn that?” sukuna asks, a mild smile overtaking his usual harsh features.
you shrug, in a dream-like trance, the domesticity of this moment making your heart soar.
and for once, sukuna doesn’t care at all.
firefly; you guys wanted longer fics so hehe i hope this was good ❀ུ͏
Sukuna swore that he would never EVER have children as he sees them as annoying little crybabies, yet here he is, trying to get his daughter to eat a spoon of baby food.
He tried so many methods, not a single one worked, not even the ‘here comes the airplane’ method. He got so frustrated, why won’t this little brat just take a bite? He swear he was growing white hairs from stress at this point.
And then, you came back from grocery shopping. You looked around for Sukuna, and once you saw him, it was chaos all around. Baby food everywhere, spilled water, a stressed Sukuna, and your little girl sitting on her high chair, giggling at him, almost like she’s making fun of him.
“You little brat—you think you could get away with this? Tch, bet you’d do the same to your mother.” He said as you approached the two, a smirk on your face as you were amused by his stressed expression.
“What’s wrong, kuna? Can’t even convince our little girl to eat her food?”
“Tch, like you can do better, bet she’d throw a tantrum at you like she did to me.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossed his arms.
You took the baby food and spoon from his hands, scooping a fair amount of baby food and bringing it to your daughter’s lips, Sukuna expected for her to throw the spoon away from your hand, but instead, she ate it!
“No fucking way..you’re just lucky..Give me the fucking baby food..” He snatched the jar away from you, attempting to feed her once again, but nope! She did take it, but immediately spit it everywhere! Especially against his face.
You laughed at what you say, dying out of laughter as you saw your husband’s face, all covered in baby food and spit.
“Ahahaha! Look at you—! Jeez I’m gonna grow a six pack if I keep laughing like this!”
Sukuna stayed quiet, wiping his face with a towel before facing you, he looks like he was planning something.
He scooped you two up easily, one arm carrying you with no problem, while your daughter was in the other arm. “You damn brats, always the fucking cause for my white and grey hairs..”
Sukuna then carried the two of you to the bedroom, placing the both of you on the bed, daughter in the middle while you’re at the left side of the bed, his body big enough to cuddle the both of you.
Even though he sounded angry and pissed off, he still loved the both of you, and nothing else was gonna change that, even if the two of you were gonna be the death of him.
a/n: omgggg i love dad!kuna AU so much 🤭 He’s so girl dad coded to be honest, and he really loves his wifey and daughter no matter if it kills him xD Sukuna and his daughter have beef with each other i swear
Dad!Kuna but as Yuji’s adoptive father after Jin dies and you, inevitably, get a crush on him cause it’s Sukuna who wouldn’t?
So you go to Yuji’s house every Tuesday and Thursday for study nights where you’re more focused on the scary looking man taking up all the space in the kitchen
But that’s Yuji’s dad, albeit adoptive, still Yuji’s dad.. but mainly his uncle. What’s wrong with pinning after your best friend’s uncle turned dad? NOTHING EITHER WAY.
“shhh” you whisper, nuzzling into baby!yuji’s hair.
the both of you are hiding behind your rooms curtain trying to stifle any sound, waiting for sukuna to get home.
the door clicks open with your husband announcing that he’s home followed by deafening silence.
confused, sukuna cocks his head, eyes scanning the living room, with no sign of the two of you.
“papa think we are gone?” yuji whispers into your ear, his voice is so adorable you want to eat his chubby little cheeks.
you nod, a lie. sukuna always knew if you were there or not, he could sense your presence. now it was up to him to play along.
“huh, guess nobody’s home” his voice echoes out, a curious tone in it making yuji’s ears perk up, sukuna’s footsteps stop outside your bedroom’s door.
“wow finally all the bed to myself? this day couldn’t get any better” he claims, his theatrical self only on display for his son’s amusement.
yuji squeals lightly sinking further into your arms and concealing his face. the motion ruffles the curtain alerting sukuna of your position, although the bunching up of the curtain in a corner was proof enough.
“hm, did my wife and my son really leave me?” sukuna questions looking around the room for the two of you, until finally he stops at the curtain.
“shh mama” yuji places a hand over your mouth, children were so clueless and endearing.
“huh i wonder if a little menace is hiding behind here!” he pulls back the curtain, revealing the both of you, yuji shrieks in response bursting into a fit of giggles.
you smile up at your husband with a blob of sunshine in your arms, one that looked exactly like him.
“you found us” you let out a soft breath.
“yeah” he leans forward to kiss you, “i did” while yuji climbs up his arm, dangling there and demanding another round of hide and seek.
instead, you stopped in the doorway and forgot how to move.
the room was quiet almost fragile. pale afternoon light leaked through the curtains in soft stripes, painting the sheets gold.
and there they were.
baby!yuji was sprawled across sukuna’s chest like a starfish, one chubby cheek smushed against bare skin and tiny fist tangled in the collar of your husband’s shirt.
and sukuna..looked devastatingly human half-asleep.
his face was softened with exhaustion, eyes still closed, long lashes resting against his cheeks.
both their heads were a soft messy tuft of pink.
you felt your heart physically hurt.
and for a moment, neither of them noticed you.
until the floor creaked.
yuji stirs first with a tiny whine, blinking blearily. his little eyes are unfocused, heavy with sleep, and the second he spots you standing there his entire face lights up.
“mama…” it comes out all raspy and small his little hands reaching for you immediately without even sitting up properly.
and your husband, still barely conscious, tightens his arm around his son on instinct, protective even in slumber. his eyes crack open slowly.
“what..” he mutters, voice rough with sleep.
he sounds offended by consciousness itself it could not get more ridiculous and adorable than that.
you simultaneously want to laugh and pounce at him because he just looks so soft!
yuji continues make grabby hands at you and unable to resist you walk over, perching on the edge of the bed making the mattress slightly dip.
bad decision.
because suddenly both of them gravitate toward you like magnets.
yuji crawls directly onto your lap with all the coordination of a sleepy toddler, burying his face into your stomach while sukuna exhales deeply beside you, eyes already falling shut again as he tucks you close to his side almost pulling you on top of him.
someone is being clingy..
his cheek is warm against your neck, hair tickling your skin. he smells like sleep and something comforting you can never name properly.
“you’ve both been napping for so long” you whisper, “it’s time to wake up” while both of them grunt a daft refusal and curl into you tighter.
yuji is already dozing off again, tiny fingers curled into your shirt.
sukuna shifts quietly before mumbling, barely coherent, “cold without you”
you blink at him.
then at the child asleep in your lap.
then back at sukuna, who seems to realize what he admitted a full three seconds too late because one eye opens again, glaring weakly.
“don’t”
“i didn’t say anything”
“don’t let it get to your head”
“oh it’s getting to my head alright”
he groans.
“too late” you grin.
despite the threat in his voice, he presses closer anyway, half asleep again before the conversation even finishes.
and somehow you too fall asleep surrounded by tangled blankets and warm bodies and terrible bedheads.
firefly; i just LOVE soft sleepy nap time fics it’s the most domestic thing ever RAHHH (do u guys want me to write longer fics? i kinda like the bite-sized format but lmk!) ❀ུ͏
after some rummaging and random swinging of the arm in the darkness, you finally switch on the lamp.
cracking your eyes open, you almost make out the time.
2:04 am.
you proceed to curse your own bladder for giving up on you post the birth of your son, baby!yuji. shoving the heavy arm off of you, you give it a light tap as if to assure it that you’ll be back.
a gesture mostly engraved into your autonomic nervous system.
you walk, half-asleep to the bathroom.
clicking it’s light on, you blink rapidly, and then failing to adjust to the assault of such brightness you squeeze your eyes shut and trudge on, purely on instinct.
you sit down, ready to relieve yourself, when the door you’d forgotten to shut close behind you, creaks open.
“mamamamama” baby yuji babbles on, rubbing his eyes with his little fists.
this had become routine for the two of you.
“mama what doin?” he questions,
“oh baby, mama’s just peeing” you rub your face, unfazed.
and then as if the party was just getting started, a much larger presence also appears, right behind your son.
eliciting a loud yawn, with his entire frame filling up the entrance sukuna scratches his head looking you up and down,
“what are you doing, woman?”
“oh just grilling a steak, want some?” you didn’t know why he’d ask you that, frankly it was too late at night for you to tolerate such stupid questions.
“no silly!” yuji chimed in, “mama peeing” atleast someone here was sensible.
your husband just nods in acknowledgement, arms crossed leaning on the door,
watching you.
seriously?
“hello?” you wave your hand at sukuna, motioning him to leave “what happened to privacy?” you question.
“yeah son, ya’ gotta go mom needs space” he tilts his head towards yuji who just sticks his tongue out. guess stubbornness ran in the family.
you narrow your eyes at him.
“i married you and impregnated you and saw you give birth and we have a son together wife, so really what privacy?”
“touché” you click your tongue. seriously, the irony in your whole family watching you pee wasn’t lost on you.
then, mid-stream, he whistles at you.
“you look sexy as hell right now”
“ryo!” you clutch your stomach, trying not to laugh, “i’m trying to pee!”
“by all means, don’t let me stop you” he raises both hands as if in mock surrender.
“i wasn’t gonna!” you chuckle while wiping yourself.
you pull your pants up and walk towards the sink.
turning on the tap you hiss at the ice cold water hitting your poor, previously warm fingers.
yuji circles about in the limited space of the bathroom, singing “wash, wash, wash” his kindergarten teacher probably taught him that.
“can you not stay even a second away from me?” you question as you feel sukuna’s arms snake around your waist.
his heavy breath tickles your neck making you shudder.
“i can”
“so why are you here?”
a beat of contemplation, perhaps.
“okay, i can’t”
you giggle again, moving to wipe your hands on the towel all nice and dry.
“alright party people, we’re done here” you announce walking out of the bathroom with your ducklings husband, and son following suit.
firefly; i’m back with more baby!yuji who else cheered?
