#soft sukuna and yuuji

[fluffywings13]

I'm not Leaving you. I'm here. Right here.

A small bit from a fic I'm working on.

“Shh child, it’s okay. It’s okay, little one, it’s alright. I’m not leaving you. I’m never going to leave you, Yuuji.” For a child who’s been abandoned by the world in the span of mere months, lost everything in a far too literal sense, watched as his world was forever altered and crumbled. Itadori Yuuji finally breaking was an event that was long expected but never enough to plan for the fallout that would come of it and was there ever a fall out. “Hush, child, settle your tears and mind.”

They all knew the day Sukuna regained enough of his Power to take his form back as he was originally before his downfall was drawing ever nearer with every finger they’d found and he ingested. The sense of his cursed energy continually growing in potency day by day was an increasingly worrying notion that the separation between Curse and Vessel was going to come to fruition far sooner than originally anticipated.

War had been on the Horizon.

Not a single soul in the equation considered the impact there would be when Sukuna parted ways from one Itadori Yuuji, never was the thought humored on any mind that he’d shatter at the loss of the only Constant he’s had in the last months that seemingly changed with every waking moment, it was not a humored idea because no one ever thought to expect the boy to want Sukuna to remain at his side.

“Why….Why–Everyone keeps leaving me! Dad left! Mom–Kenjaku–whatever left! Gramps left! Now you! Everyone keeps leaving! Why does everyone keep leaving me!”

….

Now the question remained, little Itadori responded to absolutely no one outside of the very being that was the cause for a vast majority of his suffering, curled around the large being’s front with a pair of arms under his rump to keep him there. Yuuji is found to be sound asleep, as if to be caught so vulnerable in the arms of one Sukuna; King Of Curses the notion is one that had never been thought to be entertained.

What were they to do now?

“If I move even a sliver to set him down, the brat’s going to awaken, and considering what steps were required of me to get him this way I’ll continue my role in this unexpected next course of action standing here. Continue with the conversations.” Nobody misses the way the Curse rubs a massive hand down the back of the youth sleeping against him and Sukuna glares. “I don’t repeat myself. Discuss.”

“It's safe to say that no one here expected this reaction from the boy. Considering how problematic their relationship was initially it is a mind boggling aspect that the child would become so distraught at the thought of losing the Curse.” The Principal speaks for the Sorcerers as a group because he does not doubt the others abilities to offend the aforementioned Curse and while Sukuna seemed to be of the mindset to avoid making any unnecessary movements as to keep from waking Itadori as he finally procures what it surely the best sleep he's gotten in a long time it also stands to say that Sukuna still has abilities of his own that he's kept maintained in their secrecy close to the chest and finding out just what carnage he could rain upon them whilst still holding the boy in his arms just as fast asleep as he is now is not something he wishes to find enlightenment in that aspect. “But at the same moment, in the same train of thought, I can understand Itadori's seeming Imprintation type attachment he's formed with Sukuna. The boy's lost his entire family, everything he's ever truly known, and for the last months Sukuna himself has truly been the only real stable constant he's had this entire time.”

Ever protective of his students and seeing no humor in the situation presently at hand. Gojo Satoru is understandably unusually serious at the moment. “You can't honestly be suggesting what I think you're saying, right? Tell me I'm reading the room wrong.” Yuuji stirs where he's drolling only slightly on the King Of Curses shoulder, smacking his lips as one does when suddenly arroused from what had been a deep content sleep, he doesn't so much as outwardly flinch when Sukuna glares at him murderously before diverting his attentions to settling the boy back into his much needed slumber. The Limitless User does however feel guilty for disturbing the poor kiddo into nearly waking from a nice deep sleep he so very much needed. “Trusting Sukuna to take care of little Yuuji without shared parenting at the very least.”

[obsesssedblerd]

Ryomen Sukuna watches his nephew—who has made an awful habit of playing with his food rather than eating it—carefully, narrowing his eyes when the two and a half year-old grabs his plastic bowl of fruit with his chubby hands. 

“You better not,” he says sternly. 

Yuuji Itadori looks up at him, his big brown eyes sparkling mischievously as he coos. He lifts his arms with a smile, raising the bowl above his head. 

“Don’t you dare—”  

“Bwah!” Yuuji throws the bowl, and it clatters noisily to the ground, the fruit inside of it landing wetly on the kitchen floor. 

“What is wrong with you?!” Sukuna groans irritatedly, grabbing the boy from his high chair and dangling him by his ankle. “How many times must I tell you that food is for eating and not for throwing?!” 

Now upside-down, Yuuji bursts into laughter. His eyes shut, and he swings his arms back and forth, completely unaware of how pissed his uncle is.

“Enough of your giggling. This is not for your entertainment, you brat.” 

“Brat!” Yuuji repeats. 

“No, you’re the brat!” Sukuna hisses through his teeth.

“No, you brat!” Yuuji babbles in between happy giggles, repeatedly using his new favorite word. “Brat, brat, brat!” 

You come downstairs, and your face splits into a wide smile at the scene. “Aw, I hope I’m not interrupting your playtime.” 

Sukuna rolls his eyes and rotates Yuuji so he’s no longer upside-down, passing the giggly bundle to you. “You are just in time. First he throws his food for the umpteenth time, and now he calls me a brat.” 

You snicker, resting Yuuji on your hip as your free hand fixes his messy pink hair. “Is that so, Yuuji? Well, you are right,” you say as you give Sukuna a wink, “he is just a big brat.” 

Your boyfriend groans as you and Yuuji laugh, grumbling something underneath his breath as he leaves the kitchen. 

But you catch the tiny hint of a smile. You always do.

[hinamie]

もう一回、もう一回

[karlyboyyy]

Can’t escape the nightmares

[shovellyyy]

uncle sukuna is the type to teach yuuji how to swim by just throwing him into the deep end. no floaties, no nothing.

jin: where's yuu- oh my gOD RYOMEN SUKUNA WHAT DID YOU DO HE CANT SWIM HES ONLY FIVE

yuuji, reaching the other end of the pool with a big smile on his face: look, i did it dad!

sukuna: im not letting you raise a wimp who cant swim. next thing he'll be learning is how to hunt for food-

jin: thats enough. yuuji, we're going home

yuuji: but dad ☹️

[clairewritesjjkxreader]

Sukuna's Wife and Yuuji's Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) Part 2

Part 1

Several hundred years ago…

You adored autumn more than any other season. Leaves drying, flowers falling to the ground–you felt most alive surrounded by death.

“The leaves remind me of your hair,” you said to him, holding up a red maple leaf. 

“You did not just compare me to a dead leaf.” He watched with crossed arms as you fiddled with the leaf before letting go. 

“It’s a compliment. Though…I guess the maple is prettier,” you teased him. The rubiness of autumn maple was rich and with a charm incomparable to any flower.

He huffed.

You laughed a bit, though your giggles were covered up with coughing.

He strolled closer, wrapping a scarf around your neck, his large hands careful not to pull on your hair. “You love autumn but can barely stand the cold.”

You snuggled closer to his side, placing your ear close to his heart. “Then it’s a good thing I married you.”

***

Present day.

Yuuji was the single most precious person to you. He and old man Wasuke were more your family than the actual people who made you. When the toddler first grasped your finger, tightly and warmly, you swore that nothing else mattered in the world.

As the days passed and that little crybaby grew up into a taller crybaby, your sentiments only got stronger.

No one cared, no one mattered, not even yourself.

If anyone deserved to live a long, happy life, it was your sweet, salt of the earth Yuuji. 

That’s why, after the man called Gojo explained everything: from curses and cursed energy to Yuuji’s fate after eating one of Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers, you found yourself getting down on both knees and laying your nose on the ground.

“Please,” you begged, “please spare Yuuji. If you need another host, then transfer Sukuna inside me and take me instead, but leave my brother alone.”

All three men were stunned.

Fushiguro reluctantly opened his mouth, “H-hey–”

“Nee-chan, get up.” Yuuji went to grab your shoulders, but he was taken aback when Gojo knelt down in front of you. 

He hummed, before asking, “You sure are a good sister. You realize that you’re basically asking us to kill you?”

You said nothing as you kept your forehead on the ground.

“So that’s your answer.” Gojo crossed his arms and pretended to think.

“Darling.” Sukuna appeared on Yuuji’s cheek. He growled, “Get up. You shouldn’t be prostrating yourself in front of these scum.” 

Gojo snapped his fingers. “Leave it to me, Y/N-chan!”

“Hey!” “Oy!”

Fushiguro and Sukuna chorused, “You’re not really dragging her into this, are you?” “You damn sorcerer, don’t you dare call her so intimately. Only I can–”

“Raise your head, Y/N-chan.” Gojo chuckled. “I’ll take care of you and Yuuji.”

Despite everything, Gojo needed to be sure of Itadori’s potential as a vessel, so he knocked the boy out and did the same to you before you could try to hit him. 

“You’re not really thinking of using that woman as a vessel, right?” Megumi watched as his teacher held you in his arms. “And how do you even plan on transferring Sukuna into her?”

“Tell me, Megumi, do you want Itadori-kun to live?”

“Of course, I do.”

“How about his darling nee-chan?”

“Yes, but–”

“Sukuna cannot be trusted, but if he really does care for this girl then we can use that to our advantage, don’t you agree?”

Megumi couldn’t protest. He didn’t like the idea of getting civilians involved, but if he had to choose between two people and the rest of the world, then the answer was obvious.

The day Old Man Wasuke was hospitalized, you already took a leave of absence from college. Quitting your part time jobs and packing up your belongings took less than a day, and cutting ties with the rest of the world you knew was easy. You had no warmth for your colleagues, or your classmates, or the lonely old house you grew up in. 

Sukuna was surprisingly quiet the whole ride to the high school, but when Satoru Gojo started flirting with you, an eye and mouth would open up on Yuuji’s cheek and demand he stay away from you. 

“How dare you lay your filthy hand on my beloved–”

“You mad? What’re you gonna do from waaaay over there?” (You seriously started to worry about your brother’s safety while being protected by this moron.)

Yuuji was placed next to Megumi Fushiguro (a polite but reserved boy, you noted) while you were put in the girl’s dormitory, which was practically empty. Sukuna was vocal about “being left behind,” but Gojo was adamant about separating the boys from the girls like the rules state. 

Lies, Megumi thought to himself. He just wants to piss off Sukuna. That and it was for your own safety. Though the King of Curses seemed attached to you, he was still a curse, and his attitude could’ve been a mask. 

You were used to being alone so living without a roommate or “friends” in a large building was no big deal. Once you were settled in, you returned to Yuuji’s dormitory, but when you found him unconscious and tied to a chair by talismans, you threw a shoe at Gojo without thinking.

“Why are you so violent?” Gojo complained as your shoe bounced off his infinity. 

“You said you would protect him!”

“Calm down,” Fushiguro said from behind you. “Please, Gojo-sensei may look and act like that–”

“–oi, what do you mean by ‘that’–”

“–but I promise you, he’s doing this for everybody’s benefit.”

“...You’re lying.” 

Fushiguro’s blood froze as you gazed into his eyes. He has never felt such intense blood lust from a single human before.

“You’re not doing this for my baby’s sake… you’re lying… you’re tricking us…” Your voice dripped with ice, your stare glazed over. 

Fushiguro was speechless. Something told him you weren’t talking about just Yuuji right now. 

“Give him back to me.” You gripped Fushiguro’s arms. “GIVE MY CHILD BACK!”

Fushiguro was at a loss, though your nails dug into him, he couldn’t bring himself to summon his familiars or push you away. You were a bit violent, but he saw Tsumiki in you. 

Wait, did she just say child?

@laurcad123 @aidanstan @deepinballs

Part 3

A/N:

I'm getting way too lazy to write full fledged prose.

Anyway, I love soft sukuna.

Also, med school is murder T.T

[gojooooo]

i always talk about the same things over and over but i just can’t be normal about the idea that sukuna lived with yuuji for so long it stuck with him for a while after taking megumi. just sitting in the bath uraume had prepared for him, staring at the palm of his hand and thinking this isn’t my hand. this isn’t yuuji. oh my god this isn’t yuuji. the realization making his head swim a little. he didn’t expect to feel like this. it makes him want to cry. he just stands there breathing, tries to give the unpleasant feeling a name. and after a while he does. he feels homesick.

[lady-tortilla-chip]

Goyuu is my favorite cuz they’re two people who saw each other’s inherent humanity when no one else in jujutsu society did 🥺

[heich0e]

mentor!Sukuna probably sits Yuuta down and holds an initiation ritual through 盃事 and Yuuta just goes, “S-sir, I can’t drink alcohol yet 🥲🥲”

and then he does this again after he’s mentored Yuuta for a few years, but this time, it’s a succession ceremony :’>>

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE!! HE'S LIKE A SECOND LITTLE BROTHER TO HIM!! IM GONNA CRY

[daydreamshenanigans]

A soft Sukuna with baby Yuuji enthusiast? 👀

You know it! A guilty pleasure at its finest my friend! I just find it cute and wholesome. It helps that found family is one of my favorite tropes of all time. Plus Yuuji deserves allllllll the love after all the crap he has been through.

[aheckinmess]

Don't Lie Over Spilt Milk (Dad Nanami)

(Part 3 of Season of Serendipity.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Dad Nanami, Child Yuji, Child Yuuji, Original Female Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Ryomen Sukuna, Ryoumen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Yuji Itadori, Yuuji Itadori, Besu Sukuna, Parental Nanami, Dad Sukuna, Soft Sukuna, Protective Sukuna, Canon Divergence - AU, Sukuna Has a Daughter, Yuji is Nanami's Son, I Merged Two of My Series, Yuji Itadori is a Good Friend, OC Gets Picked On, Yuji is Protective and Determined to Help Her Feel Better, Sukuna is a Good Dad, In His Own Way, OC is His Little Princess, Fluff with Angst Sprinkled In, Fluff and Angst

Word Count: 3, 267 words

Summary: Yuji and Besu become fast friends in Pre-K, but when a group of classmates tell Yuji they won't sit with Besu because they think her dad is cursed, Yuji is determined to prove them wrong.

Author's Note: This took so long to write and went on longer than expected, but it was so much fun! I don't really know where this series is going, but it's adorable and I'm not stopping any time soon.

Yuji and Besu were inseparable. For one of the most extroverted kids in class, Yuji could be found almost exclusively by Besu’s side. For one of the quietest kids in class, Besu talked Yuji’s ear off anytime they were together. 

When Ms. Chotto chose their partners instead of letting them pick this morning, Yuji gave Besu a smile and went to find his group, instantly relaxing into a conversation. He didn’t worry about Besu until Kia and Kai both stepped over to his table and sat down.

Which was odd because they were the only other two in Besu’s group.

“Can we sit with you?” Kia wrinkled her face into a frown.

“Yeah. We don’t want to be in her group.” Kai matched her expression.

Yuji looked over to see Besu staring at her table, her coloring page already finished. He tried to see her face, but her pink hair created a veil between them. When he turned back to the twins, Fuyuki and Yuto were already ushering them over with smiles.

“Why don’t you want to be in Bechan’s group?” Yuji interrupted them, feeling fire heating up his chest. “She’s really nice. And she doesn’t copy your work.”

“Don’t you know who her dad is?”

“My mommy told me that he’s really mean.”

“Yeah! I saw him in car line and he’s really scary!”

Yuji stared at his tablemates, dumbfounded. He’d met Mr. Sukuna plenty of times! Often, Otouchan would speak with him to give Yuji more time to play with Besu after school. And if Otouchan was friends with him, there was no way he could be mean!

“There’s nothing wrong with him. Otouchan talks to him all the time.”

The entire table gasped and shoved their chairs away from the table. The commotion led Ms. Chotto over to see what the issue was, and Kai immediately pointed at Yuji.

“Yuji’s dad is cursed!” 

“He speaks with Mr. Sukuna!”

Ms. Chotto sighed and shook her head, kneeling at the table full of children.

“Those are not very nice things to say. People are not cursed just for talking to others.”

“But Kai’s right! My momma said that Mr. Sukuna is a cursed man!” Fuyuki explains. “And he’s got tattoos!”

“Mr. Sukuna has given no one any reason to believe he’s mean or cursed. And that should be no reason for you to leave Besu to do all of her work alone.” Ms. Chotto said sternly. “Now, go over there and apologize. And finish your work!”

. . . . .

Yuji sat by Besu during recess as she filled a yellow bucket with sand. Yuji felt bad for her and decided to be her tunnel digger. He knew she liked mixing together the sand. Besu quietly and methodically filled her shovel and poured it into the bucket. Shovel, pour, mix. Shovel, pour, mix.

“Do you think I’m cursed, Yuji-kun?” Besu broke the silence as she flipped her bucket over, patting the bottom and revealing the beginning of a sandcastle.

“Don’t listen to Kia and Kai, Bechan. You’re not cursed, and your dad is great! He gives you the best snacks.” 

She nodded, but Yuji didn’t think she really believed him. The burning fire in his stomach returned, but this time he felt sick, too. Frowns didn’t look right on Besu’s face.

“We’ll show them. I’ll ask Otouchan if I can go over to your house! And then they’ll see that there’s nothing scary about your dad!” Yuji said, pausing to pick out a tiny pebble caked under his nail.

Besu lifted her head minutely, seeming unsure, but when she heard her father’s voice across the playground she waved to Yuji and rushed over to crawl up into his arms. She buried her face in his neck and squeezed him tight without sparing another glance to Yuji.

Yuji watched her go, and when his dad came into view he shot over to him like a rocket.

“Otouchan, can I go to Bechan’s house this weekend?” He asked, grabbing Nanami’s hand as he looked up at him.

“Mm?” Nanami quirked a brow. “I guess we’d have to ask her father first, Yuji-kun. We don’t have any plans. Are you sure you don’t want to invite her over to our house?”

“No! It has to be her house!”

That got Nanami to raise a brow.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Fuyuki’s mom said Mr. Sukuna is a cursed man. And I’m gonna go over there so they know he’s not!” Yuji stated matter-of-factly as Nanami walked him down the street.

“I see.” Nanami squeezed Yuji’s hand and led him home. “I’ll see what I can do, Yuji-kun.”

. . . . .

When Nanami drove Yuji over to Besu’s house that weekend, Yuji readied himself with all the essentials. He stashed his detective hat in his overnight bag, along with a flashlight for late night searching. A magnifying glass and a toy laser shooter joined their company. 

Nanami even let him bring a disposable camera! He was ready to prove to those kids that there was nothing wrong with Besu or Mr. Sukuna!

“Now, you know what number to call if you need me, Yuji-kun?” 

“Yep!”

“And if you can’t remember it, do you know where to find it?”

“On the tag in my bookbag!” Yuji patted his bag and unclipped the belt to his car seat in seconds. “Come on, Otocuhan!”

“Wait, Yuji-kun,” Nanami chuckled and a moment later he helped him out of the car. 

Yuji saw Mr. Sukuna at the end of the long driveway with a hand in his pocket. Besu hid beside him hugging his other arm.

“Hi, Bechan!” Yuji’s pace doubled as he pulled Nanami along with him. “Guess what? I brought my magnifying glass and my hat so we can play Detective!”

“I have a hat I can use too!” Besu brightened and Yuji smiled.

“Come on! Let’s go–”

“Yuji-kun, aren’t you going to say goodbye?” Nanami called from the doorway.

“Oh!” Yuji giggled and rushed back over to him. He barreled into Nanami and squeezed him tight. “I love you, Otouchan! See you tomorrow!”

“Be good, Yuji. Try not to cause much trouble.”

“Okay!” Yuji grinned, bumping into Mr. Sukuna as he stepped back. “Sorry, ‘scuse me!”

He flew around the large man back to Besu as Nanami shook his head with amusement, making a few final comments to Sukuna about bedtime and dietary needs. 

“Just make sure he doesn’t have any sugar before bed. I’m sure you can see, he fires on all cylinders without sugar as it is.” Nanami chuckled.

“Otouchaaann!” Yuji whined, pouting as he turned around.

“Okay, okay.” Nanami turned with a wave. “Have fun, Yuji-kun.”

“Let’s play Detective, Bechan!” Yuji had his bookbag open in seconds, shuffling through clothes and toys before a large hand settled over his.

“I’m glad to see you’re excited to play, Yuji. But why don’t you let Besu show you where you’re staying so you can keep your stuff in one place?” Sukuna suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay!” Yuji nodded, turning back to Besu, who giggled and tugged his arm.

“I told Daddy that we’ll stay in the upstairs! There’s a window where you can see all the stars, and I made us a blanket fort!” Besu rattled on, hiking up the stairs two at a time in her excitement. “And he’s making us sushi for dinner! Oops, wait…I wasn’t supposed to tell you. I wanted it to be a surprise. Um…pretend we’re having meatballs!” 

Yuji liked this Besu much better. Ever since Kia and Kai said Mr. Sukuna was cursed, she’d lost her smile. Yuji could feel bright light flooding his chest as he watched the corners of her mouth reach her ears.

“Meatballs, got it!” He agreed easily, and then his mouth hung open as he set his bag at the door. “Woooww. Is this your room?!” 

“Mhmm!” She beamed. “And look! Daddy had Mr. Mokuzai build a shelf in my wall. Now I can keep all my books here!” She hopped onto her bed and started pointing out all of the pretty colors. “And there’s a big window! That’s where we’ll sleep so we can see the stars. See? I told you I made a fort!” She pulled him inside and Yuji laid on his back and stared at the sunset through her large picture window.

“Wow!” Yuji gaped again, eyes twinkling with the reflection of sunlight before he remembered his bag. “Oh, yeah! Come on, Bechan, let’s play Detective!”

While Yuji loved playing with Besu in general, he was determined during this sleepover to get plenty of evidence that Mr. Sukuna was not cursed! He took her exploring through the house with his magnifying glass, looking for proof of Mr. Sukuna’s not cursed-ness. 

“Why is Daddy’s dreamcatcher going to help show Kia and Kai that he’s not cursed?” Besu whispered as she stood guard at her father’s door. 

“It catches his dreams so he can’t have cursed dreams!” Yuji said.

“Oh! What about this, then?” She pointed up at some green pieces of glass hanging from strings against Mr. Sukuna’s door. 

“Won’t that hurt us? It looks like glass.”

“It’s seaglass. Daddy says it helps him see ghosts so he can make sure they don’t hurt me!” 

“Ooo, yeah! Grab that too!”

By the time they’d compiled a large group of items meant to serve as proof, a knock sounded at Besu’s door.

“Besu? Yuji?” Sukuna called, and chuckled when the two of them poked their heads out of the fort. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Oh, boy!” Yuji exclaimed, before remembering he wasn’t supposed to know what dinner was. “Are we having meatballs?” He covered quickly.

Sukuna smirked and Yuji thought he’d been discovered, but he merely waved for them to follow down the stairs.

“No. But Besu wanted dinner to be a surprise, so why don’t you come see what we’re having?” He offered.

Yuji flushed at Besu, who giggled and raced him down the stairs to the dining table. Once both were set, they wiggled eagerly in their seats. Sukuna placed their plates down and Yuji beamed as sushi served with sides of ohitashi and edamame made him salivate.

“What would you two like to drink?” 

“Milk!” 

“Me too!”

“Okay, but you both have to drink your green tea afterwards.” Sukuna warned.

As both children hastily agreed, the room grew quiet as Yuji stuffed his mouth with food and the only sound between the three of them for a good ten minutes was the clink of silverware.

“So, Bechan, I see you and Yuji have been going through the things in my room.” Sukuna hummed as he reclined. “What’s all that about?”

“We’re gonna show Kia and Kai–” Yuji began, but Besu cut him off.

“We were playing detective and those were our clues.” Besu said, her eyes focused on her plate.

Yuji tilted his head at her curiously. Sukuna made a low rumbling noise in his throat.

“Is that so?” He said. The way he said it made Yuji frown into his sushi, stuffing a big piece in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to say anything. “So what was all of that about cursed dreams then?”

Besu didn’t say anything, but Yuji was practically combusting from the need to explain the situation. He wanted her to look at him so he could figure out why she wasn’t telling her dad about Kia and Kai, but her hair hid her face from view as she continued staring at her plate.

“We were talking about your dreamcatcher.” Her voice was soft and scared, like the first day Yuji met her. “It keeps you from having cursed dreams.”

“Besu, what aren’t you telling me?” 

Yuji couldn’t help himself.

“Mr. Sukuna, it was–” But as Yuji reached out his hand, it sent his milk glass tumbling over. “Oh! I’m sorry!”

Sukuna’s reflexes were quick as he ran over to a roll of napkins and he soaked up Yuji’s drink. By the time they cleaned it up, Besu’s lip quivered and tears ran down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sukuna. I didn’t mean to.” Yuji apologized.

“You’re not in trouble, Yuji.” A pause settled between the three of them. “And neither are you, Besu. But I want to know what you’re so scared to tell me.” 

“Do you want me to tell him, Bechan?” Yuji asked.

“I appreciate your attempt at honesty, Yuji, but this is something I need to hear from Besu.” 

Yuji watched Besu sniffle in silence for a minute or two before she wiped her eyes and looked up at her father.

“Some kids at school said that you were cursed, so Yuji-kun and I were trying to play detective so we could find stuff to prove you weren’t.” She whispered.

“It was Kia and Kai!” Yuji adds, feeling a pressure off his chest now that he could talk about it. “They wouldn’t sit with Bechan because they said you’re mean and cursed! Fuyuki and Yuto thought so too! But I told them that you can’t be cursed because Otouchan talks with you all the time, and Otouchan says you’re a good man. But Fuyuki said her mom thinks you’re cursed because you have tattoos and so we were getting stuff and taking pictures so we can show them you’re not!”

“Besu, is that true?”

She nodded, and Yuji shoved one more piece of sushi in his mouth while the two spoke. His hands clenched into fists at his sides when he heard her sniff. Yuji watched Mr. Sukuna set his chopsticks aside and glided over to kneel by her chair. He moved her pink hair out of her face, and Yuji thought he looked a lot like Otouchan did when he tried to help Yuji during a crying fit.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Princess?” He cooed.

“I-I didn’t…” She choked on her words for a few minutes, and he pulled her into a pair of strong arms. Yuji couldn’t help himself. He toddled over to them and threw his arms around Besu. “I didn’t want you…to be sad…be-because they said you were bad.”

A beat of quiet got interrupted as Sukuna suddenly burst into laughter and squeezed Yuji and Besu together.

“Oh, my little princess, you’re too sweet for your own good. Too sweet to be mine.” He sighed and smiled, before ruffling Yuji’s hair. “But you’re good at picking friends. You’re a good kid, Yuji.”

 Yuji beamed and then asked if there was any more sushi.

. . . . .

For the rest of the evening, Yuji and Besu continued their trek through their house with Sukuna’s blessing. Besu also swore he’d left extra items out for them when they circled back to the living room to find an old gold piece hiding under a magazine.

“We might have just missed it the first time.” Yuji reminded her.

“No. Daddy definitely put it there.” Besu giggled.

By the time they’d amassed enough evidence of Mr. Sukuna’s non-cursedness, it was time for bed.

“Besu! Yuji! Time to get ready for bed!” Sukuna called up the stairs. “Be ready in ten or I’ll pick off all your toes and eat them for breakfast!”

Yuji’s eyes widened at Besu, who only laughed as she grabbed her clothes.

“He just means he’ll tickle us if we don’t get ready fast.” She explained, and ducked into the bathroom to change. 

Both of them were ready well within the ten minute range, but that didn’t stop Sukuna from coming in and pulling Besu into his arms to tickle and torment her with raspberries against her cheek. Yuji rocked onto his back with a boyish giggle before the moment ended and Sukuna tucked them into their sleeping bags under the blanket fort.

“Now, you’re sure you don’t want to sleep on your bed, Princess?”

“I’m sure. I’m gonna show Yuji the stars!”

“Okay. Well, you sleep well. If you stay up late behind my back, make sure you’re asleep before dawn.” He pinched her cheek.

“Okay.” She smiled.

“And you sleep well, too, Yuji.” Sukuna said, ruffling his hair.

Yuji grinned, but chewed at his lips when a question came to mind. 

“Mr. Sukuna, why do you think Kia and Kai think you’re cursed?”

“Hmm,” Sukuna rumbled, looking between the two of them before sighing and resituating his long legs. “I have a theory, but it’s a bit of a long story.”

“Will you tell us? Please?” Besu sat up, eyes sparkling in the evening light. 

“Yeah! If you tell us then we can definitely prove Kia and Kai are wrong!” Yuji agreed.

“Very well.” Sukuna shook his head as they both turned their attention to him. “Besu, when you were just a girl, your mother grew very ill and died. I’ve told you the story, yes?” When Besu nodded, he continued. “Well, before your mother died, and you were still a baby, we moved into this house. At the time, and even still, it was rumored to be haunted.”

“Haunted? But we’ve never seen any ghosts!” Besu gasped. 

“That’s because it’s not actually haunted.” Sukuna chuckled and patted her head. “But because it hadn’t been lived in and was abandoned for a while, people thought it was. Some men who weren’t very nice stopped your mother while I was paying for groceries one afternoon and when I walked out, they were crowding around her, threatening her for staying in the old Juju house and calling her a…well, some not nice words.” When he paused, Yuji watched him put a hand over his mouth for a moment before his hand settled into a fist on his knee. “Well, I couldn’t let them hurt you or your mother. I beat the bastards…shit, that’s a curse word. Damn!” He facepalmed and Yuji giggled. “Anyway, I beat them up for messing with the two of you and was put in prison for it. The neighborhood we stay in is bad about gossip, so the whole neighborhood knew that I’d been in prison and they stayed away from us and told your mother to leave me or she’d be cursed.”

“Why didn’t you tell them about the bad men?” Yuji asked.

“Her mother tried, but sometimes adults can be very closed-minded.” He pulled Besu into his side to kiss the top of her head. “Like I was, before I met your mother.”

“Then what happened, Daddy?” 

“Well, your mother didn’t leave me. She was pure of heart, much like you, so she stayed by my side until the very end. Unfortunately, it was shortly after that that she became sick, and only a little while after that she died. That seemed to solidify to everyone that she was cursed, and by extension, me.”

“So, if we show them what we found, maybe they’ll see that you’re not cursed!” Besu said, hugging her father’s arm. “Right?”

“Well, Princess,” Mr. Sukuna sighed. “People don’t always work that way. Sometimes when they’ve made up their mind, they’re set on it.”

“But we can still try, right?” She pressed, face determined.

“Yeah! Since we played detective, we can show them you’re not cursed!” Yuji added.

“Heh,” Sukuna looked between the two of them and tickled both of their necks before he stood. “Maybe you’re right, kiddos. Sweet dreams, then.”

When he left the room, Besu suddenly tackled Yuji into a tight hug.

“Thank you for helping me, Yuji-kun.”

Yuji could only squeeze her back before they relaxed on their sleeping bags on the floor. And Besu told Yuji all about the stars and their stories, just as her father had told her growing up.

Their eyes closed just before the sun began to rise.

[fluffywings13]

The Tiger God Dad Sukuna officially has two (2) new installments coming up!

[nanami-simp]

Updated this fic after two years.

I hope I'm not too late <3

[kaoruko-han]

Baby Yuuji but with dot eye, getting a Togepi plushie from his uncle

[nanaminokanojo]

sukuna isnt soft tho? think your missing the whole point of his character

I sincerely apologize to whoever comes across this in advance.

Hi, Anon!

When you say "not soft", you mean like the stick shoved so far up your ass? Or am I missing the whole point of your character, too?

Sukuna isn't soft?

But yeah, you're right. The historically accurate version of Ryomen Sukuna is neither hot with pink hair, nor does he live inside a teenage boy's body. But hey, Gege wrote him like that.

So, let me return the question to you: why can't I write Sukuna like that, "soft"? Why can't I appreciate the thought without it me "missing the whole point of his character" as you put it?

You probably think you're so smart sending me this Ask, anonymously, too, if I may point out. Or you probably think you're a better Sukuna enthusiast by only liking his canon characterization. Try again.

When you see this, Anon, I beg you, fucking block me. YOU'RE* the one missing the point here, being on my blog and thinking you can point this out while obviously stalking my content enough to know I like soft Sukuna.

Still, thank you for taking the time to send me this Ask, albeit inane.

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ ah-ah, barbie, you're so fine! ❞

special treatment : thighs edition

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : kamo choso + itadori yuuji + higuruma hiromi + ryomen sukuna

☾₊��⁺...cw : pussy eating, facesitting, somnophilia, dirty talk, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, desperation, oral fixation, squirting, creampie, choso being whiny, yuuji being a little shit, yuuji is 21yrs & a college student, hiromi being pussydrunk, sukuna being whipped

✧ k. choso : poor choso, ever since the first time he's gotten a taste of what's between your thighs, he's begging you every day just to eat your cunt. but today? today must be a bad day, because choso is desperate. his already between your thighs, whimpering and whining as he mouths at you through your underwear, tears in his eyes as he begs you to give him a little taste. once you do, his eyes are rolling back just from the first lick.

"you taste so good, fuck, so good, thank you, thank you, mmph, so delicious, i can't get enough." "can you cum again? i know it's been 4 times already, but please? please, please, pleaase, pretty thing, i need itttt..." "oh my goddd, you're cumming? yes, yes, cum on my tongue, pretty please, i'll fuck you so good after, just keep cumming, don't hold back." "stop-stop running away, i know your pretty pussy is all sensitive b-but i just, i can't stop...but you know you can say the safeword and i'll stop, right? ...what? you-you like being overstimulated...? fuck, fuck, okay, let me make you squirt on my tongue then i'll fuck you good, okay?"

✧ i. yuuji : yuuji's always been a smug little shit whenever it came to teasing you. what starts off with him tickling you and blowing raspberries into your stomach turns nto hot kisses against your stomach that let down to the waistband of your underwear as he pushes your shirt up higher on your body. he can't help but grin up at you when he notices the wet spot on your panties from his little kisses.

"d'awww, bunny, y'so cute! look at how wet you are. is that 'cus of me? ehehe, i know, i know, teasing is mean, but i can't help it...you're just so adorable." "y'know i can practically feel your heartbeat whenever i kiss it? mhm, i can feel that, pretty girl. don't cover your face, baby, you're so cute!" "your thighs are so soft. i could stay between here forever, fuck goin' to classes or missions, i'd rather just eat you out until you pass out." "open up these legs a little more, let me get my fingers in there...thereeee we go, such a pretty lil' bun, aren't you?" "you're so messy! did i do this to you? yeah? aww, my pretty girl likes meee! i felt how you squeezed on my fingers! so cute!

✧ h. hiromi : ever since you made a comment about his nose, saying 'doja is right about big noses' in passing to him, hiromi has been curious. curious enough to the point where he looks it up, seeing the video of said woman. so, you wanted to sit on his face and grind on his nose, hm? you've never sat on his face before but he was sure to change that.

"i don't care if you think i'll die, i want you to sit on my face. i'm giving you the chance to either have control of your pace or let me do what i want with you. so, what's your decision?" "see? it's not that bad, angel, you forget your husband isn't some weakling...now c'mon on, get yourself right over my mouth, let me taste you." "god, you're so beautiful like this. i need you on my face more often, you're dripping all over my mouth...such a good girl for me." "heh...i knew you said my nose was perfect for sitting on but i didn't realize it would get you this riled up. go ahead, sweet thing, you can keep grinding that clit on it...just like that, just let me make you feel good." "good lord, i never wanna leave between your thighs. so fucking sweet, shit, angel, you've got me wrapped around that pretty finger. c'mon, let me devour you all night, i'll let you get up when i'm done."

✧ r. sukuna : getting sukuna to lay on his back without him instantly taking control of the situation was easier than you thought. hell, even crawling up higher so that you were hovering over his face was too. but little did you know, sukuna was intrigued, liking the side of you where you would just take control of him, knowing that only you had the right to do that...especially if it meant he got to eat you until you soaked his face.

"you know i should kill you for thinking you can just sit on my face like i'm some kind of personal chair. i am the king of curses, not a piece of furniture...what? ...hm. i guess you do look...good over me like this." "...huh? sorry, i wasn't listening. when are you going to sit on my face? you keep blabbering, but i can see the way that sticky cunt is dripping for me. are you gonna just let it go to waste?" "oh. shit. you've been holdin' out on me, haven't you, diamond? shit, i can see all of you from down here...nah, keep grinding on my face, little one, use me for your pleasure...let me see you cum on my mouth." "such a fucking slut. my mouth is coated in your cum, but you still wanna keep going? my tongue that good for you?" "no, no, i'm not letting you back down until you beg, diamond. tell me how badly you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue...hm. good enough."

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