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Warnings: •none •fluff

Summary: Sukuna loves being a father to be *even if he won’t admit it

Sukuna thinks you look fucking sexy. Of course he won’t admit that. He’s not very good with words, can’t seem to say the things he wants to say to you.

So he shows them.

Your round belly makes him swell with pride, knowing that he’s the one who put the baby in you. He’s the one making you a mother. He’s the one giving you a family. Well, both of you, but Sukunas egos to fucking big🙄.

He loves holding your belly. He wraps his arms around you from behind, rubbing his thumb softly. You pretend not to notice so as not to embarrass him.

He’s to prideful to admit when he listens. Buys you your gratings you’ve mentioned in passing,

Massages your feet when he notices you limping, subtly though, hands trailing down to your foot. (He’s not very subtle).

He’s obsessed with you the whole pregnancy in his own way.

Can and will not leave you alone for even a second. Holds your hands as you go down the stairs, stays by your side.

And he’s a worry wart, he is. Absolutely cannot stand when you’re in pain. It pains him even.

God he loves you, asking the servants to attend to your every need, no matter how silly.

He doesn’t mind your outburst of anger, no matter how small. He knows your moody, and excuses it as you carrying his child. He must be heavy. Sukuna coos at you when your all pouty and whiny, tears running down your face.

He finds you adorable and can’t resist planting kisses all over.

He’s such a softy, but only for you. Loves you lots.

🩷🩷🩷

*2nd adaption cuz I think this one’s cuter🥰*

No because what do you mean I have to get a life instead of writing filthy dirty smut and unhinged nasty fluff😕

Explain to me why I can’t be a cunty writer who lives in a cute house with a cute cat and dog with a cute life.

What do you mean I have to work a regular 9-5 while making half of what I work and being tired. What do you mean I have to “get a life”. Like that makes no sense🙁

What’s the purpose of slaving away and retiring at 70 when I have barely enough money to live☹️

Warnings: •smut •slow sex

Summary: Nanami’s the perfect lover

(A small Drabble, bigger ones ahead😉)

I know Nanami fucks slow and hard. He rolls his hips ever so précis, making sure to hit your spot jussssst right.

He holds your face in his hands, peppering it with kisses as he whispers sweetly into your ear. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he hits you deep.

He sucks on your breast, breathing in your moans and needy whines. Whispering to you how perfect you are, how he wants no one else, needs no one else. Nanami Kento loves you just right.

Palms your thighs as he speeds up his pace, panting into your neck. Soft kisses turned needier and needier as you both come close to your release.

Nanami groans when he cums. Common knowledge. But he can’t help but let out a breathless whine.

He grinds himself into you, milking out both of your highs before relaxing against you.

He smiles and he places tender kisses on your neck, the corner of your mouth, your cheek.

Your forehead, your eyes, any open space he can get his hands on. He tells you how much he loves you, and you say likewise.

Nanami Kento is the perfect lover.

🌺JJK POLL

Warnings: •none to be concerned of •fluff

Summary: Sukuna finds out your pregnant. *he knows but the old bastard wanted you to tell him🙄*

Being nervous to tell Sukuna you’re pregnant. He’s so intimidating.

You sit nervously at his right side, fidgeting with your hands as he addresses one of his servants. His voice is loud in your ears. Sneering down at the mortal at his feet.

You watch as the man shakes with fear, trying to hide your own.

What if he wants me to get rid of it? What if he gets rid of me?

Sukuna dismisses the servant, mumbling something under his breath.

He turns his attention to you, noticing your behavior. His eyes narrow as yours avoids him. Something is wrong.

He shifts closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you into his lap.

Now Sukuna may be many things, cruel, evil, a tyrant. But he’s not dumb, and he knows when something’s wrong with his pretty little wife. His long fingers curl around your cheeks, squeezing them slightly.

He forces you to look at him, eyebrows drawn.

You break out into a sweat. A bead dripping down your face. His eyes narrow further and you swallow hard.

“Kuna…” you say, as sweet as possible. You situate yourself more comfortably, staring up at him with eyes you know he can’t resist. He grunts, staring at you and waiting for you to continue. You shift again.

“What if. Hypothetically, I were to have like, a baby?”

The pink haired man stares at you, eyes unamused. Again, he’s not stupid, but he can tell your nervous. He’ll play your game.

“Hypothetically?” You nod. He shrugs.

“I don’t know. I’ve never…” he pauses. He has. He has dealt with children. But certainly not his own. Never out of affection. He’s interested to see what else you would say, so he brings his eyes back down to look at you expectantly.

“Are you hypothetically pregnant my love?” He ask.

His face is unchanging as he ask the question. He doesn’t want to reveal his true feelings. But he can see the fear in your eyes, and it makes his cold ass heart swell with both amusement and hurt.

When you nod again, he smile. But just a bit.

He leans forward, whispering into your ear.

“So am I a hypothetical father?”

You shiver, peering up at him. And nod again. This time he breaks out into a full smile, even laughing. What a cutie you were.

“I know.” You gap at your husband, eyes wide. “You know??” He smiles wider, leaning back.

How would he know? How can he know?? You just found out last week!

He scoops you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared chambers. He places you gently on the bed, crawling up next to you. Placing a hand on your stomach he stares.

“Gonna be a good mother for my child, yeah?” You smile so hard your cheeks hurt.

“N I’m gonna be a good father.” You giggle as he lays kisses on your stomach, pushing you back against the pillows.

“Such a good father.” You breath. His hands cup your waist as he moves up, then he places a firm kiss on your lips. He hums. Such a pretty lil’ thing.

Such a happy little family😋

*should I write a diff version of this? I have one, or two. An angst fic and then another fluff, but Sukunas suprised and it goes a little differently. Also has a bit of angst. Let me know in the comments🩷*