Suck On This

Your and Sukuna's baby is the cutest.

Mama!Reader and baby Yuki cute moments.

(This is mostly mama and baby domestic fluff. Sukuna is mentioned briefly at end.)

Your and Sukuna's 4-month-old daughter, Yuki, doesn't understand the world yet. Neither does she understand why mama puts her down sometimes.

She just knows mama means happiness.

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Sunshine spilled through the curtain of your bedroom. Sukuna just left for work. You came back into you guys' bedroom after breakfast to find your tiny pink haired baby squirming in her sleep sack.

"Good morning, baby." You coo happily while taking her out of the sleepsack.

Yuki stretches and looks around for a bit until her eyes land on you. She immediately starts kicking.

"Ahh!" She squeals, as if to greet you good morning.

You feed her, take her out, show her the birds outside.

Now you're sitting on the living room floor with Yuki lying on a soft blanket beside you while you fold laundries.

Every few minutes you look back.

Yuki looks back.

Smiles from both sides.

It becomes a game.

Look away. Look back. Smile.

"You're so silly." You giggle while Yuki flails happily.

Later at evening you hold her in your warm embrace, gently patting her back.

"My precious baby..." You mutter softly. Pregnancy was hard. Giving birth was hard. Raising a baby is hard.

But you'd do it all over again to hold your tiny sunshine baby like this.

At night, you watch from the couch while Sukuna plays with Yuki on the living room floor with a soft smile. The man is making funny faces, blowing raspberries in her tummy, tickling her tiny feet. And she was obviously having the time of her life, well, duh, because papa is here.

it was supposed to be a simple photo-shoot; one setting of many to come. the park was beautiful and the nature was perfect for the vibe you were going for so it was only natural to take your pictures there. you and sukuna had taken your first look pictures here and of course, he cried no matter how much he tried to stop the waterworks. you were now taking your solo shots, the wind blowing in your veil and dress making the shots perfect. so perfect that you seemed to attract a crowd of onlookers— very tiny onlookers.

you heard their whispers and turned to the side to see a small group of children crowded together. they point at you and mutter as sukuna narrows his eyes slightly, he never was a fan of the leeches called children.

"oh hi there!" you say, voice kind. "i'm sorry, were you guys trying to play here in the grass?"

sukuna is close to telling them to scram when one of the young girls steps forward, "miss, are you a princess?" the others behind her nod in agreement and you even hear comments of them calling you magical.

your heart swells at this, "oh sweetie, i'm not a princess."

"you have to be!" one of the boys exclaims, seeming to be sure of himself. "you're pretty like a princess and you're wearing a dress!"

"yeah and he's a knight!" another girl says, pointing at sukuna who was standing to the side, arms crossed.

before sukuna can even defend himself, another adult jogs up to them. "oh my goodness, i am so sorry! kids lets go, leave the nice lady to take her pictures." the woman seems to be a mother of some of the children and she tries to usher them away as she apologizes to you.

"please, can we take a picture with the princess!" one of the kids asks. the others are quick with their pleads, all asking to get a picture and talk with you, the "princess".

the mom goes to apologize again but you wave her off, "i truly don't mind taking a pictures with the kiddos." the kids cheer and swerve around the woman just as you finish your sentence. and while they swarm around you, you can tell that they are careful to not step on your dress. you crouch down to be at their level as you compliment their hair and ask them what they like to play at the park. some of them are still shy, truly believing that you were a magical princess from some story book. the others were lively and asked you all sorts of questions. like what kind of princess you were, where your kingdom was, and why your knight seemed so grumpy. you ultimately gave up on trying to convince them that you were no princess but you did laugh at the comment of them asking why your knight was always seen with a scowl.

you take your pictures with them, some on their parents' phones and others with your photographer. after all, how perfect was it to capture this moment. being authentically called a princess on your wedding day was practically a sign from the universe. just before the kids leave, they all to take one last group photo but this time, with your 'grumpy knight'.

"you must be pretty strong to protect the princess, huh mister knight," one of the boys asks.

sukuna doesn't know why, but even he decides to play along, "gotta protect her from the monsters, kid."

the kids are in awe and sukuna doesn't even know what possessed him to pick up two of the kids and put one on each shoulder. all the kids giggle in excitement as two more kids jump on him, one on each arm that was used to keep the kids on his shoulders stable. the last kid is the girl that first approached you. you pick her up and tell the kids to smile at the cameras. after some photos were snapped, you and sukuna put the kids down even with their protests. each of their respective parents come to take them away, all apologizing for the trouble and offering congratulations on your wedding.

as the kids wave you goodbye, you see sukuna wave back out of the corner of your eye. you turn to him with a grin on your face, "since when were you such a fan of kids, ryo?"

"i'm not," he says gruffly, quickly putting his hand down to stop waving. "hate those booger brats."

"mhm, sure you do."

EXTRA: years after your wedding and a handful of anniversaries, you always find yourself looking through the photo album of your wedding. no matter how many times you look at the photos, you always find yourself stopping at a certain page. the page that contained several pictures of you and sukuna at the park surrounded by children that were not yours.

sukuna finds you reminiscing on the photo album and doesn't even need to look to know exactly what page you're on.

"wonder where those brats are at now," sukuna says. you hum in response, allowing him to continue with, "probably still walking around calling your ass a princess."

"are you saying im not a princess, ryomen?"

"with how long i've been married to you? you're a queen now, baby."

at this point, you’re convinced that he’s obsessed with that little odd-shaped thing of silicone. the infatuation is typically at its height when he spoils you, wanting you babbling and pliant before he fucks you good.

“please,” you whimper, ducking your scorching face into his tense neck. warm sunshine and the musk of oakmoss invades your senses, and you squeeze your eyes shut as another wave of pleasure blindsides you. “can’t take it, clark.”

you’re straddling his lap, legs spread wide on either side of his strong, unmoving hips, cunt swallowing the knob of vibrating silicone while the rabbit plays with your too-sensitive clit.

sparks fly up your spine again as clark presses a hand to your lower back, pushing at the burn in your thighs and making the head of the dildo nudge against an impossible spot.

“what do you mean?” he asks, and you can hear the cheeky fucking smile on his dopey face. “you’re taking it just fine.”

(bastard, bastard, bastard.)

you’ve already come once on his tongue, and twice more with the rabbit making your hips jump and arousal wet the soft, quivering insides of your thighs until they glistened.

he’s only got his underwear on, dick visibly straining at the precum-dampened cotton. your nails don’t even make divots as you scrape them down his chest, through the trimmed wires of his happy trail.

you palm the thick, searing heat of him, needy and not at all firmly, for your fingers tremble with tiny shocks of overstimulation whenever you rock your hips back so the head catches on that sweet spot that makes you moan.

“oh, honey, you’re hardly doing it with conviction,” clark teases, though you know he’s biting back a groan. serves him right, not letting you stray from orgasm while he sits under you, neglected.

grinding up, the peak of his tent presses hard against your raw clit, still helpless to the onslaught of vibrations from the rabbit. you gasp, brow furrowing, arching deeper to chase the sticky heat of his clothed cock again.

clark releases a heady moan, tilting his head so that his plush lips pant straight into your ear. “that’s it, sweetheart…”

you can feel yourself barreling towards cumming again, pleasure burrowing at the base of your spine, stomach coiling with every noise that escapes his mouth.

clark’s low whimpers grow in frequency as you begin to chase your fourth orgasm, as the low hum of the vibration meshes with the filthy schlick noises from your soaked pussy that echo in his bedroom, as you fuck yourself desperately on the toy like you’re convincing yourself that it’s really his cock.

“fuck, fuck, clark—” you choke on a gasp, rubbing your clit (still wrapped in the ears of the rabbit) against his erection “—please, need you inside—”

your head spins, and suddenly you’re panting with your back against the sheets, breaths colored with a whine at the loss of stimulation.

you don’t have to wait for long, because before you know it, clark’s tossing the last scrap of fabric away and dwarfing the toy in his stupidly big hands.

just as the smooth, hot head of his cock meets your fluttering folds, he presses the dildo end to your clit, tapping warm silicone against your twitching bundle of nerves before switching the vibration back on.

his voice rumbles from above, thick with desire and tired of waiting. “i’m holding it here, baby. ‘s not going anywhere, even when i’m inside.”

it was 6am on the dot, you woke up and saw kento still asleep next to you and you got an idea. you pulled his arms from around you softly and giggled as you left the bed.

you stood at the bathroom counter, it was cluttered with skincare, makeup products, and an obnoxiously large bombshell curling rod. you had half your makeup on as you multitasked on your hair as well. you smiled at yourself as you sat in front of the mirror.

the sound of footsteps approached from behind you as kento creaked the door open in just his boxers.

“what’ya doing? you got girls plans today?” kento whispered, his groggy and rough voice sending a jolt of electricity straight to your inner thighs. he placed kisses all across your neck, subconsciously giving you hickeys.

you stared at him with a deadpan expression and his confused expression almost made you burst out laughing. it looked like he was trying to remember every single important event in his life.

anniversary?

birthday?

funeral?

party?

he couldn’t figure it out.

“you seriously forgot?” you asked him, playing the ‘angry wife’ part completely. “last night you told me that you would treat me for breakfast at the good spot we had our first date at. you specifically told me to be ready by 7:30.” you told him, complete seriousness in your voice as you lied badly.

“oh uhm yes, of course baby..! it must’ve just slipped my mind..” kento murmured under his breath while he ran his fingers through his dusty blonde hair.

you watched for an hour as kento looked absolutely stressed out, he pulled strings to get an early reservation, he picked out his nicest suit, orders flowers to the house and even pulled out his expensive berlutis. he did this all in the assumption that he’d forgotten the date that he swore on the night before.

“are you ready?” nanami called out to you from the foyer, holding a bouquet of pink orchids at 7:30 exactly. you came out of the bathroom to see your husband standing at the front door, perfectly polished as if he wasn’t just in full panic mode a few minutes ago.

at that moment, you couldn’t do anything but laugh. it started as a small giggle which grew louder and louder as you were in complete disbelief. kento on the other hand just stood there dumbfounded. absolutely confused.

“did i do something wrong?” he asked, putting on a small pout.

“nothing baby im just wondering. do you remember telling me about that date last night?” you asked him in a condescending tone, tilting your head to add on to the humiliation. your husbands face tinted a shade of pink as the realization hit. his face went through a cycle of fifty emotions at once, ending with amusement.

“huh.. youre really something, aint you..” nanami said as he walked towards you slowly, abandoning both his shoes and the flowers at the front door. he picked you up and hauled you over his broad shoulder.

“let go!” you yelled at him playfully, hitting at his back as you giggled. he placed a heavy smack on the span of the fat on your ass, laughing along with you.

Baby Yuki who has papa Sukuna's judgemental vibes.

Papa!Sukuna x Mama!Reader

No CW

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It happens at a relative's wedding.

Yuki was dressed in the cutest cream colored dress ever with her wispy hair tied into two tiny ponytails.

Everyone agrees she looks like a tiny perfect angel.

The angel in question is currently sitting on your lap. Except she looked painfully unimpressed by the whole event.

There's normal wedding stuff. Loud music, kids running around, people laughing.

And Yuki is just 👁👁.

An auntie arrives first.

"Who's the cutest baby ever? Is it you? Is it you?" She makes funny faces and exaggerated noices.

Meanwhile Yuki just strares.

Judging.

Her expression says, "Ma'am, please compose yourself."

The auntie slowly sits straight. "She's just like her dad." She says.

Then one of her older distant cousins attempts peek-a-boo.

The napkin is lifted.

The cousin hides.

Reveals himself.

The act is repeated a few times.

This time Yuki's face is saying, "The trick did NOT improve with all those repeatations.

"WHY DOES SHE LOOK OFFENDED AT 8 MONTHS OLD?!"

Buuuut she's an angel for random people. Your cousin's wife's grandma's sister?

She gets the most cutest baby grin and coos from Yuki.

Later the wedding is over, Sukuna is standing there holding Yuki, talking to relatives. Then someone says something dumb.

Sukuna frowns slightly.

Eyebrows pull together just the slightest.

Lips forming a faint grimace.

YUKI DOES THE SAME THING. JUST THE DILUTED BABY VERSION.

Everyone is laughing, phones are taken out, pictures are taken.

Yuki rests her tiny head on papa's shoulder while looking at them like, "PEASANTS."

Then her eyes land on you. "😄😊😄" for mama of course.

Your daughter has the exact judgmental expression like your husband.

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sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.

and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.

after you’ve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.

he softly grumbled when he didn’t feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.

a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.

“wife..” he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.

and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long you’d been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.

some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didn’t even notice.

finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, “i know, i’m here,” with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.

your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.

but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.

“you have bed head hair,” you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.

but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, “i do not,” he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.

“whatever you say, honey,” you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.

and within seconds, he’s asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, he’s lulled to sleep by your touch. he’s right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.

ib this art by sukunaglazer23 on twt he’s so adorable oml

TEACHER KYOJURO TEACHER KYOJURO UGH GIMME

BONUS:

day 138

he's trying his best okay?