#𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾ ‧₊˚☁️ skye

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mall santa. ryomen sukuna

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non curse au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed three-year-old twins (boy and girl) + five-year-old yuuji cameo. we're getting festive !

little sunshines au

"stay fuckin' still..."

sukuna murmurs as he stands slightly crouched down, camera in hand, and ready to pop a vein because the kids refuse to stay still for the picture.

the twins sit on each leg of the bearded man, your son interrogating him while your daughter cries her little heart out. the only one smiling towards the camera is yuuji, but he keeps turning around to tell every single item in his list to santa.

"...and two dog plushies." little yuuji makes sure to get his point across by lifting two chubby fingers, looking so serious that santa immediately nods. "my friend likes dogs, his name is megumi!"

"where are the gifts?" your son butts in, tilting his head and squinting. "santa wikes cookies?"

and your daughter... well, she's just staring up at santa as she sobs—loudly.

sukuna curses under his breath (again), as he tries (and fails) to take a decent picture, the queue standing behind him growing restless.

"these brats." he groans, knowing he'll have to settle for an old classic. after a heavy sigh, he whistles, and the three kids instantly shut up. "oi, squirts! mama's here!"

at the sound of her favorite word, your daughter snaps her head towards the crowd, her eyes looking for you.

sukuna has one chance, and he uses it to finally snap a—somewhat decent—picture.

by the time the kids realize you aren't there, sukuna is already looking all smug and proud for coming up with the idea all by himself.

he would pat himself on the back if he could.

deciding to put the kids out of their misery, he grabs the crying girl once she starts making grabby hands at him, cradling her against his chest and letting her hide her face in his neck. with his free hand, he helps his son jump down from santa's lap and yuuji follows right behind.

"bye-bye santa!"

little yuuji waves the bearded man goodbye, following his uncle and babies to the bench a couple meters away.

"not so scary anymore, heh?" sukuna smirks, patting his daughter's back soothingly, but there's obvious happiness because he's finally some sort of a 'hero' in his baby girl's eyes.

and that's when you finally come back from getting the kids' presents, your smile dying down once you see three upset little ones.

"what happened!?"

"sensitive topic."

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Sul Sul <3

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Hi, my name is Skye (She/her) and I am new to posting on Simblr but have been on Simblr quite a while and have been on Tumblr for a decade.

I recently turned 23 and am from the UK, I started playing the sims when I was a little kid and my love started with the Sims 2. I have been playing Sims 4 on and off since it came out but have been playing more consistently since 2021 when I got my first gaming laptop and started cozy gaming.

Here is my Simself:

I now play on PC so I have a very heavily edited game. I love taking screenshots of my sims and using different reshade presets to give off different vibes, so I am very excited to share those pictures.

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In terms of myself I like cottagecore and grandmacore things a lot and I like everything cosy obviously. I am also a content creator and I post cosy gaming content but it is predominantly Sims and Disney Dreamlight Valley but I like other games such as Palia and Coral Island and Animal Crossing. In my free time I also like games like Fortnite and horror/survival games.

Here is my Simself youtube video, if you're interested:

Like stated in my bio, I will predominantly be posting storytelling for my legacy families, building (which I love doing the most) and CAS.

I would very much appreciate any reblogs or likes and I can't wait to find mutuals on here and to see everyone's pretty posts . I hope you enjoy my future Simblr posts. I will be aiming to post at least once or twice a day.

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[sarastellasari]

hey, can u do an graysonxlyra fic? like them being parents

The (Not) Terrible Twos

Lyra sighed as, for the fourth time that hour, her daughter started to scream.

“Emma, honey, you have to eat the peas,” Grayson said, rubbing his temples. 

“No! No! NO!” their toddler shouted, trying to pick up a handful to throw. Lyra quickly swooped in, grabbing the plate from her before she could. 

“If you throw any of those, you're going to be in big trouble, young lady!” Lyra said, before putting the plate down.

“Come on. You need to eat your lunch,” she said sternly. Emma glowered, red-faced, arms crossed.

“No!” To Grayson’s surprise, Lyra shrugged. 

“Ok. Come on, Grayson. Let's go watch TV.”  She stood up, grabbed Grayson's arm, and led him out of the room. Emma screamed once more, realizing her parents were abandoning her, before going quiet.

“Are you sure we should leave her-” Grayson began uncertainly. Lyra smirked.

“She's going to eat her food. Watch. My parents used to do this to me and my brother all the time. She knows she can't watch TV with us until she eats, so she’s going to eat.” Grayson snorted but still looked a little unsure.

“That is sort of smart, I suppose.” He peered around the door, looking back at Lyra in shock when he saw Emma reluctantly shove a spoonful of food in her mouth. Within ten minutes she was done. 

“Mama! Daddy! I’m done!” she shouted, kicking her little legs against her seat. Grayson hurried into the kitchen, picking her up off of her chair.

“See, was that so bad?” Lyra asked. 

“Yes.” Emma huffed. Lyra snorted. 

“Ok, I guess we know you don't like peas. We won't make them anymore.”

“We could have just made her more food,” Grayson mumbled. Lyra laughed.

“Oh Grayson, you would spoil her too much if I wasn’t here.” Grayson frowned. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Lyra gave him a peck on the lips in response. The moment was broken, however, by Emma excitedly asking, 

“Now can we watch TV?” Lyra laughed. 

“Sure. Come on!” 

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“We should go to the park!” Lyra suggested to Grayson, the day after the pea incident. 

Grayson frowned, sipping his morning coffee.

“Why?” 

“It would be fun! It's been a while since we’ve gone. And you and I are both off from work today. We should do something as a family!” Lyra said, pulling slices of bread out of the toaster and adding jam, just the way Emma liked it. Grayson smiled at the thought, no longer hesitant at the idea.

“Ok. I can wake her up and you can pack?”

“Sure!”

Grayson stood up, swallowing the rest of his coffee, before heading to his daughter's room. He knocked on the door before opening it. 

“Emma… it's time to get up!” He suppressed his laughter at the sight of Emma, curled up in her bed, in a pile of stuffed animals.

“I don't wanna” she whined. Grayson sighed. It was too early for her to have a tantrum.

“We’re going to the park,” he said, praying that would prevent her complaints. Immediately, she perked up, peeking up from her stuffed animal mountain. 

“The park?” Grayson nodded, walking over to open her blinds. “Yes. So I suggest you get up right now.”

“Okay!” Emma bounced up joyfully, her dark blonde hair a mess. 

“What do you want to wear?” Grayson asked her, opening her closet. 

“White!” Emma said, pointing at a white, frilly dress that Avery had bought her. 

“Um,” Grayson said, staring at the dress. “That might not be the best choice for the park…” Emma pouted. Grayson frantically looked for another outfit she might want to wear, 

“What about this?” he asked, pulling out a light pink, long-sleeved, far less expensive dress. Emma immediately cheered up.

“Okay!” Grayson exhaled in relief at diffusing the tantrum. He could imagine Lyra laughing at him about how she couldn't even get his kid dressed without her getting upset. He genuinely had no idea how she made parenting look so easy. Maybe it was because she had grown up with amazing parents and he had grown up with… Skye Hawthorne.  

“Daddy, help,” Emma said, tugging on his pants, snapping him out of his thoughts. He obediently helped her get dressed, before brushing her hair into two pigtails. 

“Let's go!” she said, once she was ready, grabbing Grayson’s hand and excitedly yanking him down the stairs to where Lyra was waiting, the stroller ready. 

“Let's go!” Emma said excitedly, already at the door. Her parents laughed. 

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“Did you have a fun day today?” Lyra asked Emma as she helped her get ready for bed.

“Yeah!” Emma grinned. “I like the park!” 

“I’m glad,” Lyra said, picking up Emma and putting her into her crib. “Do you want a bedtime story?” 

“Yes!” Emma said, nodding excitedly. Lyra pulled out her favorite book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. She started to read. Before long, the book was finished. Lyra stood up to leave.

“Good night, mommy! I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie,” Lyra said, before softly closing the door and walking upstairs to her and Grayson's bedroom. 

“Is she asleep?” he asked when she opened the door into the dimly lit room. Grayson was sprawled on the bed, reading.

“Almost, I think.” Grayson nodded, putting aside his book, and shaking his head. 

“I can't believe she's almost three. Time goes by so fast.” 

“I know,” Lyra agreed. “She’s getting so old.” Grayson shook his head.

“In three years she’s going to be in elementary school.” Lyra smiled.

“In eight she’s going to be in middle school.” 

“In sixteen she’s going to be an adult!” Lyra snorted.

“Sixteen years is a long time I guess. But I bet it’s gonna go by faster than we can imagine.” Grayson nodded, leaning forward to kiss Lyra.

“I can’t believe that we have a family.” 

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crybaby. gojo satoru

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed eight-month-old baby girl, mentions of needles and vaccines

little sunshines au

two pairs of blue eyes stare at each other (one of them is already brimming with unshed tears).

"satoru, you can't be serious."

"she has no idea!"

your eight-month-old grins at her dad, blissfully unaware of what's happening while he dreads what's about to come.

the nurse side-eyes him but says nothing besides instructing him on how to hold her hands so they won't get in the way and accidentally hurt her.

"oh god." he whispers, staring up at the ceiling and forcing himself to ignore the baby's babbles. "i can't watch this."

funny, you think. because all these years, he seemed just fine with holding your boys as they got their shots. even going as far as encouraging them with promises of gifts and ice cream after braving through the pain.

but now, god forbid someone—or rather, something, like a vaccine—hurt his princess.

you snicker behind your hand at his worried face while he bounces his leg in anxiousness, murmuring to himself as he stares at the ceiling.

and that must've been the last straw.

"sir, don't ever get your eyes off of your child."

satoru quickly turns his head towards the nurse, eyes wide as if he just got caught committing a crime, but he's met with their blank stare.

"you have to make sure i administer the vaccine correctly." the nurse continues, lecturing your husband—respectfully, of course.

his jaw opens, but nothing comes out, closing it again when he realizes his mistake. his eyes move down to watch your baby, still smiley and babbling nonsense.

a small smile grows on his lips as he carefully maneuvers her little hands in his, and a similar one appears on your face as you watch the interaction.

"I got you." he murmurs while briefly making eye contact with the needle going in her tiny arm. he grimaces, and the baby tenses up after a second, her eyes never leaving satoru's. "you're so brave, my little mochi. papa is so proud of you."

he coos and keeps whispering sweet things as the baby starts to cry, her face red and eyes screwed shut. satoru's tearing up too, but he doesn't seem to realize or simply doesn't care because he continues on comforting your daughter.

once the nurse has placed a little bandaid on the baby's arm, they hand out a lollipop to satoru.

"let's go home, my two babies." you kiss your daughter's cheek, before smiling at your husband.

and once you return to the comfort of your home, you spend the afternoon watching over them, father and daughter deeply asleep and with matching blotched faces.

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kiss it better. gojo satoru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, dad!gojo + mom!reader, slice of life, two unnamed sons aged 5 and 2, mentions of injury but nothing serious.

little sunshines au

parenthood with satoru is pretty easy—for the most part. even with two toddlers running all over the gojo estate, him behind their little heels, and being the reason for their squeals and giggles.

he's the playful and doting father, unless his wife's safety is compromised.

you couldn't erase the wide-eyed looks of your two sons from your mind. their usually cheeky grins pulled down into pouts as they sniffled.

"baby, talk to me. can you move your leg?"

their cries were cut off as satoru slammed the door of your bedroom in their scared little faces, hovering around you frantically after placing you down on the mattress, all while checking your injured leg.

"don't shut them off," you ignored his question and immediately tried to sit up, only to feel your knee throb in pain. but even with distress all over your face, you scolded your fretting husband. "they're scared, let them in."

so when the door opened and revealed their tearful eyes, the two boys quickly ran towards you, tiny arms wrapping tightly around you while hiding their faces in your neck.

"it's just an ouchie." the gentle words of reassurance from you quickly got their attention.

big, curious eyes stared at you as the sniffles subsided, satoru took this as an opportunity to wipe the snot from their faces.

your oldest was first to speak after his dad helped him blow his nose, "we can kiss it better."

with an eager nod and a wobbly pout, the youngest gojo agreed with his brother, looking adorably alike to his father.

satoru remained silent, feeling shame for how he had acted. in his defense, his heart dropped when he saw his dear wife fall to the ground with a scream of pain—all because of a lego.

the two boys kissed your cheeks and waited, watching for any signs of your ouchie being nursed back to health. so, with an exaggerated gasp, you brought them closer and squeezed them in your arms.

"oh my gosh, I'm healed! it doesn't hurt anymore!"

satoru found himself deflating against the wall, watching his little family fondly. he could see the purple bruise forming on your knee, and still, you showered your babies with kisses. his heart jumped when your hand reached out to his, calling him towards the family hug.

"I should've caught you."

the ghost of his lips against your neck felt soothing, the weight of the three gojo boys on top of yours a reminder of how fortunate your life is—to be blessed with a loving husband and two healthy sons.

with tender caresses to the back of his head, you hoped to ease your husband's guilt. "like I said, it's just an ouchie."

but when that didn't seem to work, his pouty lips turning into a frown, you turned to your sons.

"and my sweet babies already healed it. right, nuggets?"

"yes, mama." once again, your oldest was quick to reply, nodding vehemently at his sulking dad. "papa, we healed mama. okay?"

"ouchie, buh-bye!"

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ugly mornings. ryomen sukuna

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non curse au, three-year-old unnamed daughter

little sunshines au

every morning—without a fail—your daughter bursts into tears as soon as she opens her bleary eyes.

you've tried everything.

to let her sleep in (she still cried because no one was there and she felt alone), waking her up gently, putting on a kid's song—but nothing seems to work.

and sukuna has grown concerned.

"what kind of father can't help his own daughter?" he sighs, exasperated but mostly full of guilt for not figuring out what's making his princess upset. "it breaks my heart to see her cry every morning. a kid her age should be happy and safe!"

for the next few weeks, you make sure to be within her eyesight for when she wakes up, both you and sukuna watching for any hints of what the cause of her distress might be.

"baby, can you tell me why are you crying?" you try a gentle approach. "does your tummy hurt?" she shakes her head and hides in the crook of your neck. "are you having bad dreams?"

"what is it, princess?" sukuna butts in, caressing her soft hair as she cries in your neck. "you are safe with us."

her little sobs break yours and sukuna's heart.

another morning, another crying session. that's what sukuna thinks as he watches her daughter stir in her sleep.

"hello, little princess." he coos, smiling down at her.

he's the first thing she sees as her eyes open, and she looks startled, her big eyes immediately glossing over with tears and her bottom lip quivering.

sukuna's smile falters as the little girl scurries away from him and into your arms.

"oh, god."

"it's you!"

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copycat. fushiguro toji

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 2yo daughter, megumi is 4, and tsumiki 6. mentions of retching and vomiting

little sunshines au

"take that out of your mouth, little miss."

your daughter freezes right as she is about to put the glittery ornament in her mouth. her brows furrow in annoyance, a faint little grunt rumbling from her chest in rebellion against toji's demand.

"mine!"

taken aback by the outburst, your husband's eyebrows raise when she grips the ornament tighter in her chubby hands.

"you're shitting me."

toji lifts her up and holds her with one arm, her diaper-clad butt on his forearm, and his hand on her tummy to keep her steady.

"that's for the tree, not your mouth." he mumbles as he pries the ornament away from her hands, fighting with all his might to ignore her adorable pout and doe eyes.

"i help tree..."

her dejected, whiny tone makes toji sigh and you snicker, his head snapping your way when he hears it. pretending to be busy fluffing the christmas tree, you ignore those two and make small talk with tsumiki and megumi.

"yes, you help decorate the tree." he sighs again, correcting your daughter while agreeing with her, handing her one of her toys. "so don't eat the ornaments. tastes bad anyway."

"no yummy?"

toji grins in amusement. "nah, tastes icky. bleurghhh!"

it takes her a few seconds to process the sound, but once her brain seems to get the hang of it, she sticks her little tongue out and mimics the sound.

"bleurgh~"

amid your husband's deep laugh, megumi pauses to look at his dad and baby sister, probably wondering what's so funny. after a few seconds of watching them, he turns to look at you, face serious with a hint of disgust.

"dad is being gross again." with a shake of his head, megumi goes back to fluffing the christmas tree.

you give him a sorry look, patting his head, while father and daughter giggle and continue making the retching noises. but as you're about to tell them to knock it off, tsumiki interrupts them.

"dad. stop, please."

"stop what? this?" he makes the retching sounds over and over, your little girl copying them and giggling her little heart out.

"mom–" tsumiki turns to you but is interrupted by her own gagging, face pale and eyes glossy while drool drips from the corners of her mouth. "mommy, I'm gonna puke."

toji finally stops, watching you rush tsumiki to the bathroom.

"oh, shit."

"shit~"

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first day.

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ preschool teacher!nanami. our little sunshines go to school ! for more info/context, read nanami's part in the masterlist :)

little sunshines au

nanami stands by the gates, observing and greeting everyone with a smooth 'good morning'. he's already making mental notes about each kid, their behavior during drop-off, and who their parents and siblings are.

there are lots of new faces, but most of these new alumni are related to kids he's already familiar with.

he sees the gojo sons walk in with matching 'Nemo' backpacks, and the youngest, with his red-rimmed eyes, clutches his brother's hand tightly.

a crier, he notes.

but before he can keep watching them, he feels a little one hug his legs with all their might.

"nanamin! meet my babies!"

with a small smile and raised brows, nanami crouches down to yuuji's height. he notices a boy and a girl who look incredibly alike, staring at him with curious eyes.

"hello." he waves at the twins before turning back to yuuji. "are they your cousins?"

"they're my babies!" little yuuji yells excitedly, running over to the kids and grabbing the girl's hand. "uncle 'kuna says I'm not their uncle! but I am! and-and cho–"

"good morning." megumi greets nanami politely, interrupting yuuji's rambling. he has a small girl holding his hand—his younger sister, nanami recalls as megumi pecks the top of her head. "my baby."

nanami can't help but let out a chuckle. "oh? you come with a baby of your own, too?"

the itadori twins can't keep their eyes off of the zenin toddler, the extroverted girl already showing them the glittery nail polish on her fingernails.

"why don't we put those backpacks away?"

nanami faintly hears the geto twins chatting with tsumiki right outside their classroom while the gojo kids chat between themselves. and after realizing he has almost the entire preschool surrounding him, he rises back to his full height and offers them a gentle smile.

and that's how nanami kento starts his day, with a small army of kids that look like baby ducks following after him.

ten minutes earlier.

GOJO FAMILY

"why is he cryin'?"

your five-year-old tilted his head in confusion while your youngest clung onto you desperately, his wails catching the other kids' attention and threatening to start a chorus of crying children.

"baby, mama promises you'll be veeeeery happy at school." you wiped his tears, smiling and ignoring the lump in your throat. "you're gonna make new friends, you're gonna play, eat yummy food. and when I come back, you'll tell me aaaall about it!"

you were met with a pout and baby blue eyes staring pleadingly at you. so you decided to try a different approach.

"let's make a deal." you grabbed his hands and pressed a soft kiss in his palms. "if you stay here and behave like the good boy you are, I promise to take you to the aquarium."

he perked up instantly, even with his little chest heaving with hiccups. "fishies?"

"yup, we can go see the fishies."

without a second thought, your son wiggled out of your grasp and walked away, only waving his little hand behind him as he joined his brother.

"buh-bye!"

ZENIN FAMILY

"daddy?" your daughter's eyes met your husband's in a classic puppy eyes look. "go with me?"

"no, princess." he brushed her soft hair, his voice surprisingly tender while he crouched down to her eye level. "daddy can't go with you."

she remained silent, playing with the fabric of his shirt between her little fingers as she seemed to be pondering what to do next. your husband braced himself for the tantrum that for sure would follow, something he learned to expect when she didn't get her way.

"okie. bye, daddy!"

his jaw dropped and he swears he could feel his heart break.

ITADORI FAMILY

"nanamin is the best teacher!" sukuna found it both impressive and irritating how yuuji could talk about everything and anything. even as he struggled to climb down the car and put his gigantic backpack on, he wouldn't stop talking. "we dwaw a lot, and we... and we, uhhh, we use cwayons. and we–"

"colors!"

your son yelled excitedly, his cheeky smile making him look like an exact mini version of sukuna.

"nami?" your daughter tried the name on her tongue while allowing you to guide her to the gates. her eyes watched yuuji rush to a man, and it clicked instantly. "nami..."

"someone has a crush already~" you murmured towards your husband, gushing over the interaction of your little girl and the kind teacher welcoming them.

but sukuna had already made up his mind.

"fuck no."

GETO FAMILY

"I don't want him to go to school."

your husband's sudden words made the three of you turn to look at him. each twin had their hand on yours while suguru had the baby attached to his chest thanks to the baby carrier.

"like, ever." suguru continued, patting the baby's tummy and smiling proudly. "I'll teach him everything he needs to know, and he'll be my pupil."

and at that moment, your son's face scrunched up in disgust, bursting into a crying fit five seconds later.

"I don't think he agrees."

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₊˚ʚ 🌱 little sunshines au. masterlist

a jjk au where domestic fluff and parenthood are the main tropes.

fluff‐parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerer/curse au, domesticity, use of nicknames for the babies (nugget, mochi, squirt), mom!reader, mentions of pregnancy

all kids remain unnamed, apart from the already existing ones

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ɢᴏᴊᴏ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ

head of the gojo clan. after marrying his wife, he locked her in his estate with him. she ended up popping three healthy babies in the span of five years.

notes:

his precious mochi consist of two boys, aged 5 and 2 years old, and an eight month old baby girl—the three of them look like satoru

your two boys are huge fans of 'fishies'

kiss it better

something's fishy

mama's day

crybaby

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ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ɢᴇᴛᴏ sᴜɢᴜʀᴜ

the geto residence had been nothing but a girly sanctuary for the past few years. suguru, as the only man, faced a harsh reality check when the latest addition to his family, a baby boy, stole the hearts of every girl in his home.

notes:

suguru is so used to handling girls that he's still a bit lost with his little boy

the baby wants you all the time, and suguru is a little sad that he's not being favored

joyride

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ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ғᴜsʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ

his biggest nightmare came true once his baby girl began to talk. she keeps him on his toes, a little princess that easily empties her daddy's wallet by asking for toys—expensive ones.

notes:

your baby girl wants to do everything you do: hair, makeup, nails. toji grows a gray hair each time she demands to get her tiny toes painted like mama

tsumiki (6) likes to say that the baby (2) is her doll, and little megumi (4) makes sure his puppies watch over his baby sister while she naps

!! technically speaking, toji's still a zenin + megumi and tsumiki are yours. so they'll be referenced as the zenin's/zenin kids !!

strawberry shortcake

copycat

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ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ

his home has not known peace ever since his wife gave birth to their twins, a boy and a girl. he barely made it out of the 'terrible twos' unscathed, but now that they're three and way more talkative, he's starting to reconsider his life decisions.

notes:

the boy is a menace, always play fighting with his dad, while the girl is shy and cries around him

both toddlers get pretty calm and soft around you. sukuna says you hexed them

!! for the sake of the plot, sukuna is jin's brother, making him an itadori. choso and yuuji are step brothers (choso is kaori's son) !!

uncle yuuji

ugly mornings

mall santa

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ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

preschool teacher with a concerning amount of patience. all of the kids know him because he's their art and crafts teacher, a very popular class among the children.

notes:

first grade (2-3 year olds): itadori twins, gojo's youngest son, and zenin's youngest daughter.

second grade (4-5 year olds): gojo's eldest son, megumi, and yuuji.

third grade (6 year olds): tsumiki, nanako, and mimiko.

first day

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mama's day. gojo satoru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non sorcerer au, mom!reader, family fluff, two unnamed sons and one baby girl. a little gift for myself ! ᡣ𐭩

little sunshines au

satoru has a plan for your birthday—a very detailed one.

step one. wake up the nuggets

it takes him less than two minutes to get the oldest out of bed, and there's really no point in waking up his baby girl since there's not much an eight-month-old can do.

the problem is your toddler.

"c'moooon, don't you wanna give mama her gifts?"

satoru's tone grows exasperated the longer his son refuses to cooperate, kicking his legs and throwing his nemo plushie at his face.

"no!"

the five-year-old immediately shushes his baby brother, only making the latter whine even more, tears now running down his chubby cheeks.

satoru feels his face fall upon seeing his son so upset, he should've expected the little ones not to take it too well to be woken up at six in the morning.

"hey," he tries softly this time, caressing the soft blond hairs of his toddler, "I'm sorry, mochi. can you forgive papa? go back to sleep, I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready, okay?"

the sobs end and now there's only small sniffles coming from the sleepy kid.

"oki."

step two. make breakfast

"like this?"

satoru leans down to inspect his son's work, brows furrowing as he tries, and fails, to read whatever gibberish his son tried to spell on top of the freshly made waffles.

with a loud smooch on the kid's cheek, satoru squeezes him in a tight hug, grinning proudly the way a father would. "a masterpiece. mama's gonna love it."

dad and son work surprisingly silent, focused on their own tasks. it doesn't take them long to have plates full of food and fruits, as well as freshly made juice.

"why don't you grab these," satoru hands his son two bags with the names of expensive brands on them, "while I go get your siblings. okay?"

"on it!"

step three. gifts

"happy birthday, mama~"

"ma-ma!"

you wake up with a start, surrounded by four pairs of blue eyes staring down at you.

"happy birthday, love of my life, mother of my kids, my one and only!"

satoru pecks your mouth as your brain processes the beaming faces of your three nuggets. your boys sit next to you, one on each side, while satoru holds the baby in the air right above your face.

your confused face finally eases into one of happiness (and relief).

"thank you, my little babies!" you smile drowsily, urging yourself to blink the sleep away as you smooch the faces of all three of your children. "mwah, mwah, mwahhh–"

your husband can't help but smile upon seeing you smothering the kids with kisses. and with his hold still on his baby girl, satoru tugs her away from you and nods at your lap.

"open your gifts, baby. we got you aaaall of your favorites." he winks at his son and the little one covers his mouth behind his tiny hand, giggling. "and we also made breakfast for mama, right?"

with a pointed look from satoru, your toddler remembers the plate of food on his lap.

"eat waffu, baby." your two-year-old offers you the plate full of waffles, pushing it towards your mouth, insistent. "eat it."

step four. spoil her rotten

your two boys happily run across the gardens while your baby girl crawls on the grass, squealing right behind her brothers.

"liked the surprise?"

your husband's arms wrap around your middle from behind. his hold is the greatest comfort you could've asked for.

"you mean waking up with three of your clones staring down at me while I sleep?" you snort, but there's no real bite in your tone. "I loved it. especially their drawing of me surrounded by blue-eyed mochi."

your eldest had insisted on drawing their little family—with you right in the center—and satoru thought it'd be funny to add the mochi instead of the kids.

"oh, but I'm not done yet, sweetheart." he spins you around in his arms, now grinning at you. "an entire weekend. you and me. what do you say?"

a groan slips past your lips and he immediately frowns, indignation clear on his face.

"c'mon, pretty. it's been a while since it was just the two of us." satoru goes for the puppy eyes, knowing that by doing so he already has a fifty percent of chance of winning. "you're not only a mother, but also a wife. let your doting husband pamper you."

"and who's watching over the kids? the baby??" you try to reason, glancing at your nuggets as they giggle their little hearts out as they play together. "satoru, we can't just leave."

"sweetheart, relaaaaax. ijichi got us covered."

oh, that poor man.

you make a mental note to give nanami a call.

[suhtorus]

strawberry shortcake. fushiguro toji

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, family fluff, unnamed two-year-old baby girl. tsumiki is 6 and megumi is 4, prob too silly and ooc

little sunshines au

"look at her."

tsumiki and megumi tilt their heads to the side, questioning their dad's sanity. surely something must be wrong with him because why does he look so annoyed at their baby sister?

little megumi—still with question marks all over his head—frowns, ready to defend the baby. but he's interrupted by your coos.

"I knooow, isn't she the cutest!?" you grin while lifting her in the air, her little pink shoes matching her strawberry shortcake overalls.

"ridiculous." you're about to scold your husband when suddenly, his scowl turns into a grin, "ridiculously adorable. I'll eat you!"

her squeals have the puppies' ears perking up, watching toji grab his daughter and blowing raspberries on her cheek. the two dogs decide it's none of their business and go back to licking their paws.

"daddy, noooo!" her tiny hands try to keep her dad's mouth away, his kisses on her cheeks tickling. "'miki! 'gumi!"

her cries of help are answered by little megumi, who quickly dashes towards his baby sister, ready to aid her against his dad's attack.

"monster!"

with a mischievous little smirk, megumi kicks toji's shin.

"what was that for!?"

toji looks down at the troublemaker, furrowing his brows but the ghost of a smirk on his lips. the toddler giggles happily in his arms, momentarily getting his attention back on her.

not happy with having his threats ignored, megumi places his hand on the hilt of his toy sword.

"leave baby alone."

"or what?" toji smirks, clearly amused at his son's reaction.

your daughter gasps before bursting into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth with her tiny hands as megumi points his sword at toji.

"you'll die."

your husband blinks, thrown off guard by his son's behavior

"okay, samurai, put the sword down." you sigh, equally as weirded out as your husband but can't help but laugh at megumi's serious tone, "and you, give me my daughter."

back in your arms, your toddler seems happy as a clam with all the attention on her little self, tsumiki and megumi entertaining her by kissing her cheeks.

but when toji takes a step forward, he's stopped by megumi's stare, your son's lips curling up into a little smirk.

"you can leave now, monster."

[suhtorus]

uncle yuuji. ryomen sukuna

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non curse au, family fluff, teen!choso and five-year-old yuuji cameo, two unnamed three-year-old twins (boy and girl)

little sunshines au

"nice house, uncle 'kuna."

little yuuji looks impressed, raising his eyebrows in approval while walking past the threshold and towards the living room as if he were the owner of the place. his little ohh's and woah's already have sukuna's patience thinning out—fast.

with an unpleased grunt, he places a generous amount of cash on choso's hand. you're out with friends, and he's supposed to meet up with toji in twenty minutes, so his only option was to get the teenager to babysit the twins.

"keep the brat outta trouble."

upon hearing his uncle's warning, yuuji's attitude immediately switches back to a childish one, pouting and tugging at his brother's shirt. he's ready to throw a tantrum, but the thought fizzles out as soon as he catches sight of the twins in their playpen.

"hello, baby!" he leans down to hug your daughter, patting her back twice before switching to your son. "hi, baby! uncle yuuji is gonna play with you."

"kid, you're the same age as them. you're not their uncle."

"nuh-uh! I'm five!" he extends his chubby fingers at sukuna, showing five little fingers, "I'm gwon up."

sukuna scoffs, scrunching down to lift his babies up, one in each arm. and the sight seems to upset his nephew.

"you have two babies. s'not fair." he pouts, but a thought quickly pops in his head. "gimmie one?"

"no."

"why not?"

"'cause they're mine."

sukuna's smile is smug, bouncing his toddlers softly before planting a loud smooch on his daughter's cheek.

there's a pregnant silence that makes choso uneasy. looking worriedly at his baby brother, he sighs as he sees his bottom lip starting to quiver.

"yuu–" he tries to stop the waterworks, but he's immediately interrupted.

"meanie!"

it takes sukuna and choso half an hour to get little yuuji to stop crying and unlock himself out of the toddlers' room.

sukuna never makes it out of the house.

[suhtorus]

something's fishy. gojo satoru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non sorcerer au, family fluff, unnamed gojo sons, baby talk with a little lisp cuz they're babies <3

little sunshines au

"let's see if we got somethin'!"

your five-year-old grins excitedly at you, tugging at the rope attached to the perch trap. the sun is bright, and the waters of the lake are pretty calm, making it a perfect day for your two sons to see the fishes.

with your phone in hand, you make sure your husband can watch this too through the videocall, his smile matching your son's as he encourages him.

"hurry up, mochi! did you catch any fishies?"

you flip the camera, so now you and your toddler are in frame, your hand resting on his tummy to make sure he doesn't run off to the edge of the dock.

"say hi to papa."

the bright blue eyes of your toddler watch satoru through the screen and your husband beams at the sight of his cheek squished against yours.

"hi, baby." his little fingers wiggle at his dad through the screen. ever since he picked up on your husband calling you that, he's been saying it back at him. "fishie."

satoru coos at his two-year-old, wanting so badly to munch on his chubby cheeks. he fell victim to cuteness aggression as soon as the first baby was born.

the excited gasp of your other son brings all three pairs of eyes back to him, "I got one!"

flipping the camera back at him, you tell him to show off the fish to his dad.

"woahhh, that one's giant!" satoru is quick to praise him, giving a thumbs up through the screen, "good job, mochi. that's my boy!"

the toddler squirms out of your grasp and joins his brother, wanting to see the fish as well.

"gimmie fishie." he demands, but only half a second goes by before his eyes widen, looking back at you in slight fear before adding, "pwease."

you and satoru observe the two boys as they marvel at the fish in their hands, your toddler cradling it close to his chest, and you can't help but wince—his shirt is definitely going to smell.

"you wanna thwow it in?"

his brother asks him, and a little nod is all you get before he's letting it fall from his little fingers and onto the water without a second thought.

"buh-bye fishie, mwah."

you watch, in horror, as your toddler sends a flying kiss to the fish with the same hand that held it.

"o-kaaaay... time for a bath."

[suhtorus]

joyride. geto suguru

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ parents au, non sorcerer au, mimiko and nanako are 13, unnamed 7 month-old baby boy

little sunshines au

it's a nice day.

the twins are with you having a much needed girl's day, and suguru gets to spend man to man time with his little one.

(he spent all morning at the grocery store with the baby strapped to his chest.

the little boy was not happy with being subjected to such torture.)

and now they're on their way to pick you and the girls up.

nothing could ruin his day.

with the baby safely buckled in his car seat, suguru drives swiftly through the traffic, focused on the road ahead until the baby's little squeals catch his attention.

"what's got you all giggly, huh?" he smiles through the rear mirror, watching the baby's gummy smile.

it makes suguru feel as if the very sun warms up his soul just by seeing the glee in his son's eyes.

"aren't you the cutest?" he coos and the baby answers with a babble, making suguru hope for a miracle—to hear his son call him papa. "c'mon little guy, 'pa-pa', you can do it."

the unintelligible babbles and squeals continue as suguru parks the car, the baby making grabby hands in the air.

"I'll be with you shortly, my sweet boy."

excited to have the baby back in his arms, suguru feels elated upon finally getting some of the affection directed at him, quickly opening the car door to see his son—only to be faced with heavy disappointment.

kicking his little legs in delight, the baby makes grabby hands at you—well, the printed photo of you hanging at the back of the car seat (a hack to keep the little one calm that he completely forgot about).

"papa, look! mama got us matching bracelets!"

the twins approach him with you following closely behind. suguru barely acknowledges you, staring at the little one with a disheartened look.

"hi, honey. oh- hiiii, baby!" you lean in to rub your son's belly, cooing and kissing his cheek, "did you two have fun today?"

but when your husband remains silent, clearly not matching anyone's mood and visibly sulking, you approach him worriedly.

"sugu- honey? are you okay?"

"papa?"

wordlessly, he pulls the twins close to him, holding them and resting his cheek on the top of mimiko's head.

his face is the epitome of despair.

"I need a moment."

[suhtorus]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐to love and to cherish. gojo satoru

walking down the aisle proves to be the hardest thing to do when your future husband won't stop crying his pretty eyes out.

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ wedding au (based on catholic weddings), fem!reader, best man!suguru, so much fluff and love i made myself cry. everyone is happy!

word c. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ less than 500

𝄢♭completely ‐ jaehyun

sunlight seems to beam back from every corner. white hydrangeas and roses allow the natural light to reflect all over the venue, casting a dreamy glow that makes your throat tight with emotion.

it surely must be heaven.

and heaven itself gleams right before your eyes, with satoru waiting for you to join him.

the blue of his eyes is replaced with an almost translucent shade whenever it catches the light, and the redness surrounding them only amplifies its beauty.

hushed whispers and gasps can be heard as soon as you're into everyone's line of vision—and satoru immediately breaks down in tears.

your own heart squeezes at the sight, laughter and tears bubbling up easily when suguru is forced to throw an arm over the sobbing groom, preventing him from running straight to your arms.

"don't you dare," even with his kind smile, suguru's tone is nothing but threatening, "let your wife shine, it's her moment."

and that's pretty much all it takes to get satoru to stay by the altar. it doesn't mean he won't pout about it, though.

the deep rumble of the cello accompanies your way down the aisle, and with each step forward, more pairs of eyes land on your figure in awe. warmth and ease drape over your senses like a throw blanket, drowning the sense of doom under its fabric. but no matter how much you wish to greet each one of the guests, their eyes meeting yours with matching excitement, your gaze bounces back to satoru's stubbornly, already aching to be by his side.

you know you're smiling—and crying—but so is he. your grip on the bouquet is tight, just like the invisible string drawing you towards satoru, your fingers itching to wipe the tears running down his cheeks.

I love you.

a chocked up mix of a laugh and a sob gets stuck in your throat as he mouths the words at you through the brightest grin you've ever seen from him, and all you can think is: how dare he.

it's almost too silent yet so loud, every shaky breath and sniffle loud and clear against the silence of the guests. a melancholic piano joins the cello, and your heart is suddenly at your throat, finally within satoru's reach which means that his hands immediately seek to hold yours. the rustle of your dress against his suit, his hushed cries muffled against the skin of your forehead mixed with endless declarations of his love—it's too much and yet it's utterly perfect.

"I love you, I love you," with eyes closed, satoru breathes you in under the gazes of every guest, witnesses of the adoration and yearning of the young couple that's only minutes away from being joined in matrimony.

behind the veil, a fleeting moment of private intimacy between bride and groom takes place, just for them and the universe to know and that will be cherished for years to come.

"my gorgeous bride."

[suhtorus]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐cold sheets. gojo satoru

why show up in my dreams and visit only when I'm dreaming? you're high above, carried up into the clouds. why can't you just come home?

manga spoilers‐heavy angst. ₊˚⊹ ⚝ major character death, depression and grief, hurt little comfort, bittersweet fluff, mom!reader, gojo being a boy dad, unnamed baby gojo

word c. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 500-ish

𝄢♭ghostin ‐ ariana grande / where's my love ‐ SYML

"my mochi–... –behaving?"

there it was, his bright smile beaming at you. the room was blank, empty, he stood out like he always does. did.

"tell him–... dada–... –soooo cute!"

his voice, it was everywhere. as if amplified by a speaker before suddenly echoing in your head only, the background noise gone—it sounded clear, crisp.

suddenly, his eyes softened, a small sigh brushing past his lips which stretched into a fond smile this time.

"i love you... and i miss you like crazy, princess."

you woke up with a start, a bit lost for a second, but once you were aware of your surroundings, the tears ran effortlessly.

a dream.

while still adjusting to the brightness of your bedroom, your hands went to your chest as if cradling your battered heart. the thick comforter felt light compared to the heavy weight of your sadness pressing down on your chest, clawing at your throat.

more tears wetted your cheeks even if you blinked rapidly to keep them at bay, lashes wet and lips trembling while goosebumps bloomed all over your skin.

it felt as if he truly had just spoken those words to you—hauntingly real.

"mama!"

the soft rustle beside you called for your attention, stopping you from spiraling down all over again. his face–no, his baby's face stared at yours. your baby.

our baby.

the twelve-month old looked confused, as if he could sense the sadness pouring from you, but happy nonetheless with a toothy grin directed at you.

"mochi..."

the nickname was out in a broken sigh, full of sorrow and grief. your tears contradicted your smile, cradling the little boy in your arms.

it's both a punishment and a reward how alike he is to satoru. not only by his looks, but personality wise. you can see him each time the baby smiles, happily gurgling and nuzzling against you, seeking love and attention just as satoru does.

used to.

"baby mochi..." you smiled through your sniffles, blowing a small raspberry on his cheek. "dada says you're so cute. remember dada?"

as if understanding what you meant, your baby boy replied to your words with a happy grin, squealing in delight before nuzzling against your cheek.

"da-da... dada!" clapping his tiny hands together, he squealed again in your arms, chubby little legs bouncing his small body in glee.

a sad laugh escaped you, "that's right, mochi. dada!"

the gray clouds made that particular morning gloomy, reminding you of the day satoru left this world only leaving a piece of him behind to cheer up your days and continue being loved by you.