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The (emo) gamer boyfie ‘Kuna you never knew you needed 🫡

Inspired by @/hyoga.x on insta

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The Summoning

Sukuna is the King of Curses, a God, an almighty being who answers to no one. But why does it feel like some divine force is pulling him towards you? -> This is part of my Blog Anniversary Event (closed). @lucifers-baby-girl requested the song "The Summoning" by Sleep Token.

Pairing: Trueform!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1k Warnings: 18+, implied sexual intercourse, but no explicit descriptions. Dub-con at first (Sukuna is the King of Curses and orders Reader to give herself to him. But they gradually develop a loving relationship.) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

He doesn't know what it is that makes him come back over and over again to this small hut in the middle of the forest. He stumbled upon it weeks ago after burning down a village nearby. On his way back to his temple, he found you. You stared at him with wide eyes before you fell to your knees and greeted him respectfully, inquiring how you could serve the great Sukuna-Sama.

And he grinned when he pulled you up and told you exactly how he wanted you to serve your King. There was fear in your eyes, but you gave yourself to him obediently, leading him into your bedroom, slipping out of your clothes, and offering your warm, soft body to him.

He came back to you two days later. And again and again, he keeps coming back.

It's like he is a hunter following a trail of blood that leads him to his prey. And maybe this is quite fitting because he is a hunter, and you, as small and weak as you are next to his huge figure, can only be seen as prey. So fragile in his four muscular arms, so helpless under his heavy body. But why is it then that he feels as if you hold a power over him he never experienced before?

Why does he come here almost every night? Why is he restless when he cannot make it to your hut because he is too busy? Why does he seek your company? Why does it feel as if he needs to be close to you?

At first, it was just a rough meeting of bodies. It was him claiming you, taking what's rightfully his because he is the King of Curses, because he is a God, and he can have whatever and whoever he desires.

But then you asked him if he would like to stay for dinner.

He had laughed, amused by your bravery that you asked the monster to spend more time with you instead of being grateful that he was finished with you and would leave you again.

But he was a man who enjoyed food, and so he stayed and sat there on the floor of your small hut, smirking as he let you serve him the meal you had prepared. To his surprise, it tasted delicious even though it wasn't made of the ingredients he usually consumed.

He let you sit on his lap afterward and petted your hair as if you were a small animal. You didn't flinch when his large hand touched your head. You didn't tremble in fear when his lips trailed over your neck. Not to bite, but to breathe in your scent and to place a possessive kiss on your soft skin.

Maybe he keeps coming back because you are such a mystery to him. Why do you treat him with kindness? Why do you not only willingly offer your body to him but also give him your food and your smiles?

You even hold conversations with him. Another thing Sukuna isn't used to. Uraume is the only one who occasionally talks to him. Really talks to him. Everyone else just grovels before him, asking him for things, wanting something from him. All of them are just begging and praying and getting on his nerves with their demands. A good harvest, protection from their enemies, mercy for their villages. It tires him.

But you hand him a bowl of soup, smile at him and ask, 

"How was your day, Lord Sukuna?"

And he tells you about holding court, about being bored while having to listen to some noblemen trying to get him on their side.

You nod and cock your head, eyeing him curiously, not even shying away from looking directly into all four of his sapphire-colored eyes.

"And did you also do something that brought you joy?"

He blinks before he laughs,

"Being the King of Curses doesn't bring the joy I thought it would. But I am having joy right now."

It is true, and the realization haunts him the whole way back to his temple. Is that it? Is that the reason he keeps visiting you? Because he feels something when he is with you?

He tries to keep his distance after this revelation, disturbed by the thought of being somehow dependent on you.

But he only lasts a week before he finds his way back to your small hut. Not feeling like a hunter following a blood trail, but more like a man pulled here by the power of fate. A man guided by some divine force. As if you are summoning him here by a magic he isn't familiar with.

You open the door with a smile, and that smile grows even bigger when he lifts you up and carries you to your bed. Your lips find his before he is able to claim yours.

It's the same again, just like the last time he met you, bodies entangled in a passionate embrace, lips moving against each other, soft groans filling the small room when Sukuna takes you, your tiny hands caressing his muscular back with a gentleness that almost scares him.

He doesn't feel like leaving your bed after you both found completion. Instead, he wraps his arms around you, all four of them, and pulls you against his broad body, laughing softly at how small you look with your face resting on his chest and your small hand tracing the firm muscles on his stomach, giggling when he lets his mouth down there open to flick his tongue over your fingertips.

"I am glad you came back to me, Sukuna. I was worried. I was scared you were injured or something like that."

His chest fills with a strange warmth. He cannot remember anyone ever being worried about him.

"Don't fear, little one. No one can defeat me."

But as the words leave his lips, he knows he isn't speaking the truth. It is right that no army can defeat him. No King, no God holds power over him. But there is a human woman, soft and warm, snuggled against his chest, who somehow touches his soul and holds his heart in her tiny hands. And for the first time in his life, Sukuna thinks he met someone who could bring him to his knees.

This was my first time writing Trueform!Sukuna and I hope you liked it aaaaah!! I just feel like the lyrics fit perfectly for a historical Sukuna story, and since I wanted to add the hunter and prey vibe, Trueform!Sukuna worked the best for me.

Thank you so much for the prompt!! I loved writing this!! Please let me know what you think.

Comments and reblogs would be sweet!!

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Hot Dilf looking for babysitter

Pairing: Dilf!Sukuna x babysitter!Reader (female) Genre: smut, modern AU Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (Reader is 21 and Sukuna is 40), oral, cum eating, vaginal penetration, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise, use of the name Daddy, reader gets a bit of baby fever when she sees Dilf Sukuna :), mentions of breeding and potential future pregnancy. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This is my first contribution to my sweet friend @scandescent 's Dirty Money Collab. I chose Dilf!Sukuna and Babysitter!Reader :) Thank you so much for organizing this amazing collab, Abby! And also, Happy Birthday to you! 💗

You like your job as a babysitter. It's the perfect way to earn money since you started college. So far, the kids are cute, the parents are nice, and the money is good. The only thing that bugs you sometimes is your friend's teasing comments about Dilfs and Milfs.

"Please, have you seen the people I babysit for? There is no one I would want to get dirty with. They are old."

"Old doesn't mean they aren't hot, though!"

You always roll your eyes and brush it off. Stupid. As if you would let a 40-something dad hit it.

Now you gained a new potential customer, and the teasing gets out of control.

Itadori Sukuna, 40, rich businessman, divorced with one child. His apartment is in one of the city's wealthiest neighborhoods, and his company is well-known. His little son is in daycare, but Mr. Itadori needs someone to look after him when he's working in the evenings.

You made the mistake of telling your friends about him, and now they have the time of their lives coming up with dirty scenarios while drinking coffee before your first meeting with Mr. Itadori.

"Ooooh, rich Dilf looking for little pet to spoil! You should try to become his sugar baby! I bet he's lonely after the divorce."

"His name sounds sexy! And businessman? Maybe he will bend you over a desk and..."

"Stop it!"

"Why, (y/n)? Come on, don't be so boring!"

"We don't even know what he looks like. He's probably ugly."

He isn't.

In fact, the man who introduces himself as "Itadori Sukuna, but please call me Sukuna, since you will be looking after my most precious possession." is gorgeous as hell.

He is tall and muscular, looking sexy in his tailored black suit with a red dress shirt and black tie. He looks his age but in an attractive way. It finally makes you understand why someone might get the urge to call someone Daddy during sex.

Mature and confident. Sukuna is hot. His smirk is arrogant but that makes it even sexier. His pretty maroon eyes look at you with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

He has pink hair. Something he did because his little son wanted Daddy to dye his hair in a pretty color, apparently. Fuck... you feel your knees get weak when he laughs softly, a low sexy rumble, and his eyes sparkle at you.

"I need someone for the late afternoons and evenings mostly since I have a lot of business dinners. And sometimes I have to leave town for a day or two. My ex-wife is working in Shanghai for the next half year, so it's a bit hard to look after my little prince all on my own."

You get the job, and a few days later, you find yourself staring open-mouthed at the beautiful apartment complex Sukuna lives in. The interior of his penthouse is just as impressive. All in black and white, with modern shiny surfaces and expensive furniture. Classy. Just like Sukuna himself.

His maroon gaze watches you intently in a way that makes your pulse quicken. His typical smug smirk shouldn't be so sexy, but you can't help it. There's something about the way he carries himself that makes you nervous. It's seductive somehow.

He's dressed for work in a Tom Ford suit with a white shirt and black tie, golden cuff links sparkling in the sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His pink hair is styled perfectly, making your hands twitch with the urge to run your fingers through it.

He's carrying his son Yuuji on his left hip, one muscular arm wrapped around him, cooing at him and ruffling his hair, and somehow it is the most attractive thing you ever saw a man do.

His son is a sweetheart. Pretty like his father and definitely a spoiled little prince but also really cute. The way Sukuna is holding him and talking to him makes both your heart and your pussy throb. Why is it so attractive to see this powerful, dominant man all soft and sweet for a three-year-old?

Maybe it's your hormones. Maybe you are ovulating. Maybe it's your body going into baby fever. Or maybe this man in front of you is just the sexiest guy you ever saw. Maybe you finally understand what a Dilf is.

"I will leave Yuuji in your care now. Call me if anything happens or if you need anything. I left money on the kitchen counter if you want to go get ice cream or something. Keep the rest and buy something nice for yourself. See it as a small welcome present."

He smiles at his son, a genuine dazzling smile that makes his handsome face look so pretty that you fear you will drool all over yourself if you keep looking.

"Ok Yuu, Daddy's going to work now. Have fun, sweetie, ok? (Y/n) will take good care of you. She's really nice. Why don't you show her your favorite toys?"

The first day with little Yuuji is perfect. He is a sweet child, a bit cheeky at times but cute. You take him to the ice cream parlor and a playground, and seeing him laugh and play is tugging at your heart because it's so adorable.

Later on, you get him ready for bed, chuckling when Yuuji looks at you with big honey-colored eyes and asks in that typical innocent way children have:

"Today was fun! Will you go to the playground with me more often now? Please say yes! Daddy has been lonely since mommy moved out! He will be happy if you stay here!"

You feel guilty because your mind provides you with an image of your naked body entwined with Sukuna, helping him chase away his loneliness. No! You have to stop! He is your boss! It's unprofessional and stupid to even imagine something like that!

And yet... he is hot! And he left 80.000 yen on the kitchen counter for ice cream and the welcome gift for you. This means you can buy that new jacket you want and don't have to worry about groceries for several weeks.

Sexy and generous. It's a dangerous combination. One that makes your whole body brim with excitement.

It's getting late, and you help Yuuji into his pj's and brush his teeth thinking once again that he's really an adorable child and that he looks so much like his dad.

And then there it is. The most traitorous thought:

I wonder how Sukuna's and my kid would look like?

No, no, no, no!! This is so wrong! You are 21. You don't want to be a mom! What has gotten into you?

Little Yuuji doesn't know about your inner struggle. He smiles his sunshine smile at you and takes your hand, tugging you back into his room, where he shoves a book into your arms and plops down on his bed with a happy laugh.

You're in the middle of reading his bedtime story to him when the door opens. Pink hair and pretty maroon eyes greet you from where Sukuna peeks inside the room curiously.

His handsome face lights up when he sees Yuuji snuggled into your arms, listening intently to the bedtime story you are reading to him. And you are flooded by warmth, knowing that you made him happy by taking good care of his precious prince.

Sukuna comes inside, making your heart jump to your throat when you see that he has taken off his suit jacket. The white dress shirt is tantalizingly snug on his buff figure, showing you the outline of all the toned muscles that wait beneath it. Several buttons are undone, exposing smooth tan skin and the swell of defined pecs.

Your face feels too hot, and you avert your gaze, utterly flustered. Why does this man have such an effect on you?

"Did everything go well? Did you have fun, sweetie?"

"Yesss, daddy!! (Y/n) took me to the playground, and we had strawberry and chocolate ice cream, and I saw a ladybug, and I built a sandcastle!"

"That sounds like a fantastic day. Now scoot over a bit, so Daddy can read the rest of the story to you, ok?"

You hate yourself for the way your pussy throbs when you hear him refer to himself as Daddy. Oh god, please, no! You have to get out of here! You have to stop thinking dirty thoughts about this man! And if your friends ever find out about this, the teasing will never stop!

But of course, you come back again when Sukuna calls you three days later, asking if you have time Friday evening. He has to meet a CEO from another company.

You take Yuuji to the playground again, and later on, make popcorn and watch a Disney movie with him and then bring him to bed, waiting in the living room afterwards, watching tv until Sukuna comes home.

You aren't prepared to see him in light grey sweatpants and a tight white shirt, gym bag slung over his broad shoulders. His biceps flex enticingly when he puts the bag down and when you try to look away, your gaze lands on the bulge in his pants where his obviously big dick is temptingly outlined by the grey sweats.

Your eyes widen, and your thighs press together.

Sukuna looks at you with that sexy smirk, while running a large hand through his slightly damp pink hair.

"How was it?"

You try to appear unbothered, breathing slowly and smiling brightly at him.

"Great! Yuuji is a sweet child. I got him to sleep at 8:00."

"Ah, that's perfect! You're really good at this, thank you. I'm so lucky to have you."

To your utter horror, the praise coming from his lips makes you wet. You can feel it down there in your panties. Cream coating your pussy lips, clit throbbing excitedly.

And Sukuna walks over to you, so tall and big, towering over you with that confident smirk on his handsome face. He offers a strong hand to you, which you take, so he can pull you up from the leather couch. But his hand stays wrapped around yours for a few seconds too long, warm and strong, and he is standing far too close when his low sexy voice practically purrs:

"I don't know what I would do without you. All the other babysitters were horrible. But you are so good. Can I invite you to a drink after all the hard work?"

You can smell his shower gel lingering on his skin and the shampoo, sexy and expensive. He is so close that you feel the heat of his muscular body emanating from him. You could so easily reach out and put a hand on those buff pecs, grab them, squeeze them, press your whole body against him, feel his muscles against you, feel that big cock.

You make an embarrassing noise, a tiny squeak, and take a step back, making Sukuna laugh softly and look at you with a knowing grin.

Fuck.

He knows.

He is fully aware of the effect he has on you. Smirking at you like a big cat, a tiger, seeing his prey and circling it slowly, knowing that it can't escape. You don't even want to escape. That's the biggest problem here.

He doesn't bend you over a desk as your friends predicted playfully.

It's the kitchen counter.

Your skirt is lifted up, your panties abandoned somewhere on the fine marble floor after Sukuna yanked them off.

And Sukuna is behind you, his sweatpants and boxer briefs hastily pulled down by your hungry hands, just enough to free his thick cock and heavy balls.

One of his large hands is on your hip, the other is pressed firmly onto your mouth to keep you silent so as not to wake his son.

His fat cock drills into you unrelentingly, hitting your g-spot over and over again, making tears of bliss run down your face and your body tremble with sobs, muffled by his large hand.

He pounds you so good, making your legs shake while your body is slumped bonelessly over the kitchen counter, ass sluttily in the air, silently begging for more. 

Sukuna's muscular body is caging you under him, driving you crazy with need, so completely at this strong man's mercy. And his voice is in your ear, low and sexy and far too smug:

"Easy, princess. Take your time. We gotta slow down a bit, hm?"

You sob into his hand when he pulls out almost entirely until it's just his thick cockhead stretching open your pussy lips. He's fucking you with mean teasing thrusts, just rolling his hips excruciatingly slow, making you jerk and cry and moan helplessly into his hand as you try to beg for more.

Your body shows him clearly how horny you are, hips jerking needily, pussy twitching around his swollen mushroom head as you are trying to push back against him, trying desperately to get more of his wonderful cock inside you again. You have never been so horny for a dick in your whole life.

"So needy, hm? That's so cute. Don't worry, sweetheart, Daddy will take good care of your cute little pussy."

You see stars when he rams his fat girth back into you, snapping his hips to fuck you deep and hard, making you fall apart on his gorgeous cock like no one did before. They were all just boys up until now, but Sukuna is a real man. Experienced and confident with many years of practice and a cute little son to prove it. He knows how to fuck you the right way. He knows how to fuck you dumb.

And you are dumb right now. A horny stupid mess for this sexy Dilf. The only thing your brain is able to do right now is scream at you that you want him to cum inside you, fuck you full of his cum. Fuck a sweet baby into you.

After all, he is really good at that, right? He can make really cute babies! Oh god, you want him to fill your pussy with his warm, fertile seed and give you your own little Sukuna!

That's the thought that makes you cum. You cry out into Sukuna's hand, pussy clamping down on his thick cock, jerking with the powerful waves of orgasm he fucks out of you, pussy so eager to milk all his seed out of his gorgeous cock.

But he doesn't let you have that. Instead, he pulls out with a soft low groan.

"Come here, darling. On your knees for Daddy."

His strong hand twists in your hair and tugs on it, pulling you up from the kitchen counter and towards him. He presses you gently but firmly onto your knees. And you look up at him with big eyes, pupils blown wide from bliss and a fucked-out expression on your face.

Sukuna moans softly, unable to control himself, apparently. It makes your pussy throb, arousal already rushing through you again.

"Open your mouth, pretty girl."

His maroon eyes are almost black with desire, burning into yours. You obey him eagerly, opening your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out for Daddy, as you look up at him through tear-stained lashes.

He takes his gorgeous cock into his hand. He is so big and pretty, glistening wetly from your cream that gushed onto him, combined with thick drops of pre-cum slowly running down his veiny length.

"D...Daddy...please....let me... oh please..."

He smirks and moans at the same time, and then his hand in your hair tightens again, pulling your face closer to that wonderful cock. Your tongue darts out needily, and you press it flat against his thick base, never averting your gaze from him as you slowly lick up all the way to his swollen pink tip, following the fat vein on the underside of his hard length, tasting yourself on him.

His long lashes flutter, and a guttural groan escapes his parted lips, low and soft, always so careful to keep the noise down. Such a good Daddy. Always so worried about his little son.

You whimper needily at the thought, lips brushing over his wet cockhead. And Sukuna's sure hands are there, one in your hair holding you firmly in place, the other wrapped around his cock, guiding his swollen pink tip to your mouth, rubbing it over your lips, circling them slowly, coating them with his pre and your cream. 

You pepper tender wet kisses onto his mushroom head, tongue darting out to flick soft kitten licks over it.

And Sukuna growls. It's such a needy and feral sound that it makes you moan, and your whole body jerks as horniness pools in your gut and pulses hotly through your clit.

"Such a cute little kitten, hm? Now be good to Daddy, will you? Make Daddy cum."

And you are. You are so good to Daddy. It's all you want at this moment. To please this sexy strong man in front of you. To suck and kiss his cock until he shoots his sweet hot cum into your mouth and down your hungry throat.

It takes only a few minutes until he does just that, muscular thighs flexing under your hands, thick cock twitching in your mouth as a soft low groan escapes Sukuna's mouth and his fingers twist almost painfully in your hair.

He cums a lot, hot milky cum spurting into your hungry mouth, flooding it in several strong waves. You drink it up obediently, moaning happily around his fat cock, hoping you are pleasing Daddy.

He pets your hair and smiles down at you before pulling his spent cock out of your mouth and holding it in front of your face.

"Be a sweetheart and clean me up really nice. Make sure you got every drop. Don't waste it, baby girl."

You are moaning while you lick him clean, pussy twitching with need, your juices coating your inner thighs, so horny again that you think you will lose your mind.

And Sukuna pulls you to your feet and kisses you for the first time. Like you finally earned the privilege of getting kissed by him, now that your mouth is christened with his cum.

You press your body needily against his tall, muscular frame, whimpering when you feel his strong arms wrap around you. His kiss is demanding, sexy and deep, tongue moving against yours in a sensual caress, fucking your mouth, making you even wetter.

A moment later, you find yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, manhandled by the strong Dilf in front of you. The sexy man who gets on his knees for you now, eyes dark with desire but a smug smirk on his handsome face, showing you that he is in control, always him.

Strong hands push your thighs apart, exposing your arousal to his hungry eyes, pussy wet with slick, inner thighs shining with it. And you can't even feel embarrassed about it. Instead, your hands tangle in his pretty pink hair, finally feeling how soft it is, and a broken moan falls from your lips when his hot tongue licks over your needy wet clit.

He chuckles softly against your wet folds making your body jerk wildly, and then he turns his face into your thigh, teeth mouthing your flesh lightly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you have to keep quiet, darling. My son is sleeping next door. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and stay quiet?"

You nod eagerly, looking at him with wide feverish eyes. Yes, yes, you will do anything this sexy man asks of you!

And he blesses you with a real smile before his lips are back on your throbbing heat. They close tenderly around your puffy clit, and your hips buck uncontrollably. But strong hands hold you down as Sukuna eats you out on his luxurious kitchen counter, right where he left those 80.000 yen the first day you started working for him. Almost as if the money had been an investment that would lead up to this moment...

But your mind is too foggy, too dazed with pleasure to form coherent thoughts as Sukuna's tongue flicks expertly against you with gentle but firm licks that make your clit stiffen and your mouth fall open in a silent scream.

You cum all over that handsome face, tugging desperately on soft pink hair as your sexy Dilf-boss licks an orgasm out of you that makes your cream gush messily onto his tongue. Your whole body trembles violently, as wave after wave of bliss is licked out of you.

Sukuna presses one last kiss to your overstimulated clit before smirking up at you, lips wet from your cream. His large hands are massaging your thighs firmly.

"Such a pretty pussy and such a pretty girl. You were so good tonight. Daddy is proud of you. You're good at pleasing Daddy and also good with kids. If you keep being such a good girl, I might even fuck my cum into your cute pussy someday. Would my pretty princess like that? Do you want one of my pretty babies? Yuuji would love to have a little brother or sister. I just need to find the right mommy for them."

The way your pussy twitches needily at his words is all the answer he needs, and you see his smug smirk growing even bigger.

Yes, this Daddy knows exactly what he's doing.

Thank you so much for reading! How do you like Dilf!Sukuna? Would you like to work for him too? I would! Thank you again to Abby for this fun collab! I had so much fun writing sexy Daddy Sukuna, and honestly, the scenes where he is with little Yuuji made me go "awwwww." I guess I am a very willing victim for this hot Dilf lmaooo. Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy.

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CollegeBoy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up – Part 2 B

-> Option B: "Let's have a baby!"

You can read Part 1 here.

I decided to write two different versions of Part 2 (both are comforting). Option A: The Reader has an abortion Option B: The Reader decides to have the baby(s).

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff + Smut. 18+. Light angst with a happy end. 7K words. Unplanned pregnancy, Reader decides to have the baby. There's a short moment of worry during the pregnancy, but nothing bad happens. Pregnancy sex, praise, slight lactation kink. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider@/plutism + dollsciples + benkeibear

The first night after finding out your college sweetheart accidentally knocked you up is a sleepless one for you. You're lying in Sukuna's arms, staring at the wall while your mind whirls, refusing to let you find any rest. You are grateful that Sukuna is here. At first, you had tried weakly to tell him that you wouldn't be mad if he needed some time to himself. But he just huffed and rolled his pretty eyes before pulling his t-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor before his hands went to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down while telling you in that low, stern voice,

"You think I am going to leave you alone after this? Absolutely not. Now get your pretty ass into bed, princess. I am staying."

And now he is lying behind you, snoring softly against your neck after he, too, struggled to fall asleep for over an hour. And you can't help but snuggle against Sukuna's warm, muscular body. His presence is reassuring, and his strong body and soft breath on your neck stop you from spiraling, even though you still can't find any rest.

You are busy making a pro and con list in your mind. Could you really make it work if you decide to have the baby? Could you handle going to college and being a mom? Wouldn't an abortion be the more sensible thing to do? On the other hand, would you be ok with the what-ifs haunting you after deciding against the baby? It's the most challenging decision you've ever had to make.

But if you are honest with yourself, your heart already knows what it wants.

The idea of having your own little family with Sukuna makes you smile. The mental image of Sukuna going to class with your little one in a baby carrier won't leave your mind. And you tear up a little when you imagine how sweet a life like that could be.

But you try to give your head a chance, too. It's not hard to find reasons why you shouldn't have a baby at this stage of life. Yet, any argument that speaks against a baby also leads to an excuse as to why it can still work. And after all, you know you won't be alone. Because there is Sukuna. Sukuna, who didn't run when he found out he knocked you up. Sukuna who told you he will support you no matter what you decide. Sukuna, who told you he will make sure you and the baby have it good if you choose to have it.

And now, one of his large hands is resting on your belly, long fingers sprawling possessively and lovingly over it, and it's a touch that fills you with longing. It's a touch that makes you see a future in which you and Sukuna are young parents and live together in domestic bliss.

It's that thought that finally makes you drift off to sleep, too.

"Kuna?"

You gnaw on your lip nervously as you turn around in your boyfriend's arms and look at him, about to tell him your decision. Sleepy maroon eyes meet yours, and a lazy smirk spreads over Sukuna's tattooed face.

"Hmm?"

You always love how soft he looks right after waking up, with his pink hair ruffled and his voice even lower than usual, his gaze unguarded and warm. You reach down to take one of his large hands in yours, holding it with both of your smaller hands as you say the words that will change your and Sukuna's life forever,

"I think I want to have the baby."

It's, at the same time, the most terrifying and most beautiful thing you ever said. You gulp nervously, watching Sukuna's face carefully. He blinks, and the smirk vanishes from his face. Instead, he looks at you with a serious expression in his beautiful maroon eyes. He nods, never breaking eye contact as he says,

"Then we'll be a family from now on."

You still stare at him with wide eyes, clutching his hand tightly, and Sukuna laughs softly, leaning closer to nuzzle his nose against your forehead,

"Hey, don't look so worried, princess. I meant everything I said yesterday. Every word. I won't run. We'll make this work. You and our baby will have it good. I will make sure of that. I love you. I won't leave."

Your heart flutters at the reassurance, and when Sukuna wraps an arm around you, you snuggle against him gratefully, sighing softly as you push your face against his warm, buff chest. You can hear his too-fast heartbeat, which gives away how nervous Sukuna is, too. About the pregnancy and the prospect of being a dad at such a young age. But Sukuna doesn't show it. You know he is being strong for you, so he can be your safe place. It makes you press a tender kiss to one of the tattoos on his naked chest while mumbling a soft, "I love you, too."

You believe Sukuna when he says the two of you can make it work. You have a feeling that with Sukuna by your side, you can do anything.

You get an official pregnancy test done at your doctor's office only two days later, followed by the first ultrasound examination, which you come out of with ringing ears after your doctor beamed at you and congratulated you on a twin pregnancy.

You walk over to Sukuna, who is waiting for you in the waiting room and wordlessly press the ultrasound picture against his chest. You wait a few seconds, barely able to keep silent while Sukuna examines the small picture with narrowed eyes until he finally is like,

"What am I supposed to see here? Wait a moment...why are there two?"

And you burst out laughing, looking at him, unable to stop grinning as the realization settles over Sukuna's face, and the corners of his mouth twitch until he bursts out laughing too,

"I should have known! Of course, I knocked you up with twins!"

There's a certain pride in his voice, and it makes you laugh even more. The first shock of finding out that you will have not only one but two babies to look after is lessened by the humor of it all.

Sukuna brings the picture closer to his face,

"Those little peas are supposed to be my children? Did you see how fucking small they are? Well, little ones, you have a lot of growing to do if you want to be as big and strong as your daddy!"

You chuckle and hug him, overcome with emotions at hearing Sukuna talk like that, already so naturally slipping into the role of the soon-to-be daddy.

"I will probably not be able to move at all with your two huge, heavy babies in my belly. Why do you have to be so big, Kuna?"

Sukuna flashes you a proud grin while wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer,

"Oh, don't act like you aren't crazily into it. And yeah, us Itadoris are big babies, so you better be prepared."

You open your mouth to whine, but Sukuna places a finger on your lips, smirking at you,

"Stop complaining, princess. You know that you have me. I'll make sure to feed you well when my brats make you hungry. And I'll get you everything you need. We both know that you won't have to lift a single finger."

You know he is right, and he already proves it to you when you get home again, and Sukuna gently pushes you onto the couch, telling you that you have to rest.

"I'm gonna make lunch now, and no, you aren't allowed to help! Be a good girl and just chill."

And so you sit there, with a hand lightly rubbing your belly, the ultrasound picture lying next to you, looking at the TV that is showing some game show. But you don't really register what is happening on the screen because you are too busy getting accustomed to the fact that you are really going to be a mom.

As the weeks pass, a small bump begins to show on your belly, and neither you nor Sukuna can stop touching it and staring at it in fascination. It still feels unreal that there are supposedly really two babies growing inside you. The little pea-sized spots you could see on the first ultrasound didn't look like little humans at all. But the small bulge tells you that there is truly something happening inside your belly.

You have several doctor's appointments, and Sukuna drives you to all of them. He always comes up with you to the waiting room and sits there, holding your hand, a reassuring presence by your side. He always lets you know he is there for you. That he isn't running from the responsibility.

Your doctor informs you that you can bring your partner with you to the next ultrasound so he can see the babies, too, if he wants, and when you tell Sukuna about it, he agrees immediately.

"Of course, I'm coming with you! I need to see what my brats are doing."

It makes your chest feel warm. Sukuna isn't just enduring all of this. He doesn't just play the dad because he feels like he has to. He is truly interested in your little family, which is growing in your belly.

You can tell that Sukuna is nervous on the day of the ultrasound. You catch him patting the pocket of his leather jacket as if to grab his cigarettes, only to let his hand drop again when he remembers that he threw all of his cigarettes away on the day you told him you wanted to have the babies.

It's cute to see your tall, muscular boyfriend with his piercings and intimidating-looking tattoos, sitting in the waiting room, playing nervously with his tongue piercing and grabbing your hand so tightly that it's a bit painful.

He is playing it cool in front of the doctor, though, his usual arrogant smirk perfectly in place. Joking around and oozing confidence. Until the screen fills with the ultrasound images, and Sukuna suddenly becomes completely silent.

The "peas" have grown quite a bit and they actually resemble tiny human beings with small arms and legs. Even though you can't feel it yet, they move around wildly, doing somersaults as if to show their daddy that they are just as athletic as he is.

You turn your head to look at Sukuna, and your heart clenches when you see the thunderstruck expression on his tattooed face. He stares at the screen in awe while his lips tremble ever so slightly.

You reach out to touch his arm, gently caressing his tattooed biceps, and Sukuna looks at you with his maroon eyes glittering suspiciously. Your bad boy who always acts so tough, but here he is fighting tears upon seeing his babies in action for the first time on a flickering ultrasound screen.

It makes tears well up in your eyes, too, your chest filling with almost overwhelming love. And suddenly, everything feels even more real. This is really happening! You are having Sukuna's babies! Sukuna and you will be parents!

And as if he read your mind, Sukuna's low voice is in your ear suddenly, sounding solemn and shocked and in complete awe,

"Those are our little brats."

You can only nod wildly in response as tears glitter in your eyes.

The two (or four) of you leave the doctor's office in a daze. Sukuna's arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, and you feel him pull you closer to his tall body anytime you walk past someone, protecting you from any possible danger. Sukuna even drives much slower than usual. It makes you smile to yourself, filled with love and gratitude for the man by your side.

The man who didn't run, the man who took responsibility, the man who turns to look at you at a red light with his eyes full of love.

Sukuna parks in front of your apartment and sprints to your side of the car to open the door for you and offer you a strong arm. He doesn't leave your side all the way to your apartment, making sure you won't fall on the stairs or slip in the hallway. And you can't help but grin to yourself. It makes your body buzz with excitement, knowing this tall, strong man is so protective over you and the babies that are growing in your belly. His babies.

Somehow, it makes Sukuna even more attractive, even though you never thought he could get any hotter than he already is. It makes you lean against him and smile toothily up at him once you enter your apartment. You put your hands on Sukuna's defined pecs, feeling him up through his thin t-shirt as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. Murmuring against his lips,

"You're already such a good daddy."

Sukuna laughs and pulls you closer, smirking his sexy smirk against your lips before he pushes his tongue into your mouth, kissing you thoroughly before he carefully picks you up princess style to carry you to the bedroom and continue what you started.

"Oh my god, what!? I am going to be an uncle?"

You are convinced the whole dorm hears Yuuji's excited scream as he pulls his brother into a bone-crushing hug, and Sukuna's low laughter fills the room.

You smile as you watch the brothers high-fiving each other and grinning like two madmen. Sukuna announced the big news to Yuuji in his usually blunt manner. He pulled you against his side and put one large hand over your belly while smirking at his brother and telling him,

"You'll soon have serious competition for the title of Biggest Itadori Brat. We're pregnant with twins. Two boys, just like you and me."

By now, Yuuji has let go of his brother and comes over to you, smiling from ear to ear and telling you how happy he is for you and Sukuna. There is no sign of disapproval or judgment, only genuine joy. And it makes relief wash over you. You hope that more people will react nicely once your baby bump is big enough so you won't be able to hide your pregnancy anymore.

You once heard someone say that no pregnancy goes by without a big scare.

And you get your scare when you get up one morning to use the toilet only to discover a bloodstain in your panties.

"K... Kuna..."

You say his name instinctively, needing him by your side as the fear makes your pulse race. And Sukuna is by your side in lightspeed, running into the bathroom only wearing his boxer briefs, hair messy and ruffled from sleep, with wide eyes and worry written all over his handsome face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Your voice trembles when you explain,

"There is... there is blood."

The first tears run down your cheeks as you press a hand over your mouth. You are scared out of your mind. Scared that this means you lost the babies. Scared that something went wrong, and now your happy little family will never be.

You almost scream at the irony. This pregnancy wasn't planned. Not so long ago, you contemplated getting an abortion. But now, the thought of losing your babies makes you spiral!

It's Sukuna's low voice that pulls you out of the panic attack.

"Don't worry too much, princess. It's not a lot of blood, ok? We'll get it checked. But I am sure it's nothing bad. Come here, sweetheart."

He gently pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly while his lips press little soothing kisses to your temple and cheek. So surprisingly soft for a guy with such a bad boy reputation.

You can tell by Sukuna's posture and the tenseness in his muscles that he is worried, too, but he stays strong for you, and that is exactly what you need at that moment. He is your big, strong boyfriend, someone you can lean on and who knows what to do because he always knows everything.

Sukuna is gentle with you. He helps you get dressed and carefully carries you down to his car. He talks to you on the whole drive to the hospital to distract you. He stays by your side when you are told to take a seat in the waiting area, holding your hand the whole time until a nurse picks you up and leads you to an examination room. The last thing you see before turning the corner is Sukuna's soft, reassuring smile, even while his wide gaze gives away how scared he is, too.

Ten minutes later, you return to Sukuna with a relieved smile on your lips. You can see the breath he lets out, the way the tenseness leaves his broad shoulders and the way his hands unclench.

"The babies are fine. They were as active as ever. The doctor said everything is as it should be. The bleeding could have been caused by all kinds of things, but it's nothing bad. I should just try to avoid stress and rest a bit more."

And Sukuna wraps you in his strong arms, hugging you a bit too tightly, clinging to you as you feel him exhale shakily.

"I'm glad the three of you are fine. Promise me you will really rest more."

"Of course I will. I want the babies, too, Kuna. I won't do anything that could put them at risk."

To your surprise, you feel Sukuna tense up again, and then he pulls away just enough to look at you with a scowl on his beautiful face and worry in his eyes,

"I am not just worried about the babies. I am worried about you, too. Always about you. Fuck, I love you. I need you to take good care of yourself. I can't lose you, princess!"

And you almost melt into a puddle right then and there, feeling tears well up in your eyes again, this time because you are so touched, and so relieved, and so in love with the boy in front of you.

"I love you too. Thank you for being there for me, baby."

"Always, princess."

Your belly is constantly growing, and by now, you aren't able to hide your pregnancy anymore. You get several curious glances on campus. Some people approach you directly. Others whisper when you walk past.

But those whispers stop the moment Sukuna joins your side, walking next to you like some bodyguard, one strong, tattooed arm casually thrown over your shoulder. He leans down to kiss your temple while his cat-like maroon eyes watch the people in the hallway, smirking his most dangerous smirk at them, daring them to make a mean comment and suffer the consequences.

Sukuna places one large hand on your swollen belly, sprawling his tattooed fingers possessively over it as he sneers at the group of girls who are known to be the biggest gossips of the whole campus,

"Those babies are mine. You can let everyone know that. And if anyone has a problem with it, they can come to me and say it to my face."

And you can't help but laugh and lift your head proudly, too, grinning from ear to ear, glad that you are dating the campus bad boy and won't have to endure any bullying because you managed to get knocked up by your college sweetheart. No one dares make any snide comments after finding out who the father of your babies is

You're sitting on the couch reading a book when there's a sudden movement in your belly. You gasp and stare at your baby bump.

"Oh my god, Kuna! Come quick!"

Your loud squeal is one of excitement this time, but there is still alarm written all over Sukuna's tattooed face when he hurries into the living room, cooking spoon still in his hand,

"Fuck! What's wrong?"

But you are quick to chase his worry away, meeting him halfway, walking toward him with a broad smile on your face and your hands cupping your swollen belly.

"It's the twins! I can feel them move! Come here so you can feel them, too!"

And Sukuna looks at you with wide eyes, dropping the spoon he was holding and rushing over to you. He stops in front of you, his gaze traveling down to your baby bump.

You laugh and grab his large hands, placing them firmly on your swollen belly. It takes barely a second, and then Sukuna's gaze snaps to yours,

"Our little brats are kicking me!"

You giggle and nod,

"Yeah, it's so cool, right? I just hope they won't get too wild."

And Sukuna grins and looks at you with an amused and super proud sparkle in his maroon eyes,

"Oh, I know they will be wild. Don't get your hopes up, princess. They are strong, just like their daddy. Right, my little gremlins?"

Sukuna's voice is amused but also tender, making your heart feel full. You know that he already loves his little ones. You can hear it in his voice and see it in the soft look on his face.

Sukuna drops to his knees right in front of you, hugging you and resting his head gently against your baby bump, a tender smile on his face.

A display of such pure devotion and love that it makes you tear up a bit. Sukuna grins as he pulls up your shirt, and then he presses two soft lingering kisses onto your swollen belly. You can feel his smile against your skin just a second before you feel another strong kick from one of the twins, or maybe both of them. As if they want to greet their daddy and show him how strong they already are.

Sukuna laughs, putting his hands on your belly again, grinning as he feels his sons move around,

"Hey, listen up, little brats. Daddy is proud of you for being such strong ones, but be nice to your mommy, ok? Don't kick her too much."

You chuckle and put a hand on Sukuna's head, gently petting his pink hair and running your fingers through the silky strands as you smile down at him. You are sure that you must have heart eyes because Sukuna looks so good kneeling before you, hugging you, and kissing your baby bump while talking to his babies in your belly.

Every last sliver of doubt you might have ever had about this pregnancy dissolves at that moment as you watch your man being so loving and cute. So excited about the development of your babies.

He grins up at you, that boyish grin that always gives you butterflies, and you catch yourself thinking that you really hope your little boys will have the same grin one day.

Of course, you heard about pregnancy cravings, but you couldn't imagine how intense that would be. Now you know it.

You're having a lazy evening on the couch, watching TV with Sukuna, when a commercial for a specific yogurt starts playing, and suddenly, it is all you can think about. You need that yogurt! Right now!

You whine about it like some five-year-old, and Sukuna laughs and pulls out his phone, filming you, telling you that he always wants to remember these epic moments of your pregnancy lunacy. And you huff dramatically and roll your eyes at him and hit his biceps playfully while pouting at him,

"But Kuna, please. You want your babies to become big and strong, right? I am sure they need dairy products right now, and that's why I crave that yogurt! It's them! It's your twins! They make me want that yogurt so bad! Please get it for me, baby, will you?"

You bat your lashes at him, and Sukuna grins at you, reaching out to cup your chin and gently press your cheeks together. His grin grows as he slowly leans closer.

"Stop it, princess. You already know full well that I will buy you that fucking yogurt. If my girl wants that yogurt, she will get that yogurt."

He presses a quick kiss to your pouty lips before he gets up from the couch and is on his way to the door. He looks over his broad shoulders, winking at you. And a second later, your boyfriend is already out the door on his mission to get you all the yogurt you crave.

He returns 20 minutes later, carrying a whole pallet of the desired yogurt, walking toward you with a proud expression on his handsome tattooed face.

"See, princess. You have me to get you everything you need. Now give me a kiss, and I will give you a yogurt."

Sukuna grins that beautiful boyish grin at you, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness, and you laugh and grab his jaw, giving him a loud, wet smack on his tattooed cheek and then a sweet, slow kiss on his lips.

"Thank you, baby. You are the best."

And you feel him smile against your lips as his large hand cups the back of your head to hold you in place so he can kiss you some more before you can pull away to indulge in your newfound yogurt addiction.

You catch Sukuna standing in the twins' room in your new apartment, paintbrush in hand, his naked chest heaving, sweat mingling with the paint stains on his skin next to the tattoos adorning his muscular body. And it's one of the sexiest sights you have ever seen. Your man building a nest for your babies.

Money is tight, so you could only afford an old and rather shabby apartment. But Sukuna is very determined to turn it into a nice home for his little family. He told you that you don't need to hire any professional craftsmen. Sukuna will do it all by himself (and with the help of his brother). He will make sure you and your babies have a clean and pretty place to live in!

And he keeps his word.

Only a short time later, the apartment is ready to move into, and it looks amazing. A cozy little place for you and Sukuna and your little boys.

Living together with Sukuna feels incredibly nice. You have already been spending all your time together ever since you were pregnant, but knowing that you are actually living together now makes things feel different. Sweeter somehow. Domestic. Just like you dreamed it would be.

This is Sukuna's and your place. Your shared home. It is where you will raise your babies, where you will laugh and cry, eat together, make love, and celebrate the twins' birthdays.

Sukuna's favorite part of the apartment is the kitchen. He spends a lot of time in there, cooking and baking for you, claiming that he needs to feed you well so you get all the nutrients you need right now.

He is stern when it comes to your health, watching you with hawk eyes when you eat and shaking his head when you push some food to the side,

"Uh uh. I looked it up, princess. Those are essential during pregnancy. You will eat them."

As annoying as it can be, you can't be mad at Sukuna. He is just trying his best to take good care of you, after all. And in the end, you always hug him and kiss him and tell him he is the sweetest, which makes Sukuna look very pleased while he announces,

"My girl will always have it good with me."

He is right, and you are very happy about it. Sukuna is super protective of you, even more so now that you are pregnant with his babies. He doesn't let you lift a single finger, insisting that you aren't to carry anything heavy and that you shouldn't do the laundry or clean the apartment.

You laugh when you come home from class and find Sukuna and Yuuji deep cleaning the kitchen together, both sweaty and bitching at each other but motivated like hell to get everything shiny and clean.

"Brat, you missed a spot there! Get your lazy ass up and keep scrubbing my fucking sink! This is for your nephews, you little shit! You don't want them to get all kinds of infections, do you?"

"No, of course not! But Kuna! Grandpa never had a clean house, and you and I lived too! You are such an asshole, oh my god!"

You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, feeling bad for Yuuji but also filled with love at seeing Sukuna so aggressively motivated about your domestic life. So eager to prepare everything for the twins.

Sukuna is a good man for you. Tough on the outside but caring on the inside. And you already know that he will be a wonderful father.

Your pregnancy progresses without any complications. But you are not immune to the emotional rollercoaster of the pregnancy hormones raging in your body. You cry more easily, sometimes without even really knowing why. You get anxious over the smallest things. And sometimes, everything is too much, and self-doubts fill your mind.

It's those moments that make you suddenly cry and hug yourself, unable to regulate your emotions, hiccuping from all the tears,

"I can't do this! I have no idea how any of this works! I suck at everything I do! I will be such a terrible mom!"

But Sukuna is there for you each and every time, catching you anytime you fall. He wraps you in his strong arms, comforts you, pulls you against his muscular body, and lets you use his broad chest as your pillow, not caring at all that your tears and snot soak his t-shirt. He strokes your hair soothingly, cuddles you, and talks to you in that low, velvety voice. All soft and sweet, murmuring reassurance to you while he pets your hair,

"Shhh, it's ok, baby. You can do it. You'll be an amazing mommy. And even on the days when you can't do it, there will still be me who can do it for you. I won't let you down, ever. You aren't alone in this, princess. You will always have me."

It makes you cry even more. But the tears turn into tears of joy, affection, and love. Sukuna is your rock. To everyone else, he may seem like a superficial troublemaker who only wants to have fun, but you know a different side of him. The accidental pregnancy showed you that Sukuna is so much more than meets the eye. You know you can always count on your bad boy with the face tattoos and the pink hair. You know he will keep his word.

You snuggle gratefully against him in those moments, crying until you fall asleep on his chest, feeling safe and loved and knowing that when you wake up a few hours later, things will look better again.

You talk to your doctor and schedule a planned c-section after seeing how big the twins are already at this point, making you freak out at the thought of trying a natural birth.

Your doctor laughs and tells you that it's no wonder they are big after seeing their daddy, and somehow, it gives you butterflies and makes you smile like an idiot, even as you nod and agree that, yes, Sukuna is really tall and big.

When you tell Sukuna the news, he is, on the one hand, proud that his brats are growing so healthily and seem to turn out just like him, but on the other hand, he is worried about you.

"I will be with you during the c-section. You better know that, princess."

"Of course, I know that, baby. But I am ok, really. I am not scared of the surgery. I am actually glad I don't have to try pressing those big boys out the natural way!"

You look at Sukuna, and his lips twitch, and then you both burst out laughing at the same time before he pulls you against him and hugs you loosely, careful not to squish your swollen belly too much.

Your baby bump is huge by now. You can't see your feet. You can't bend over. You can't move the way you want to. Your belly is heavy and in the way all the time now, and it's a bit annoying at this point.

But Sukuna always manages to make you feel better about it.

He constantly walks up to you, stands behind you, and reaches around you, cupping your swollen belly with both hands, joking about how it is exactly like the basketball he is used to from practice, only prettier.

And you laugh and complain playfully and turn around in his arms, kissing him while still smiling. And he smirks at you and informs you,

"I told you that you have me to take care of you, princess. Stop whining, and just come to me when you need help. It's really that easy."

He is right.

You tell Sukuna you are having trouble putting on your shoes, and Sukuna is instantly by your side. He makes you sit down again, takes your legs into his hands, puts your shoes on for you, and ties the shoelaces.

He is there when you need to pick up something. He is there to do the laundry for you and carry groceries and even your bag when he walks you to your classes. He is there to remind you that you should lie down and rest. And if you don't listen to him, Sukuna can still easily pick you up and just carry you to the bed or couch.

And as much as you are starting to get annoyed by your baby bump and your heavy breasts and swollen face and legs, Sukuna absolutely loves your pregnant body.

There are moments when you are close to tears and feel insecure about your new body shape, missing the way you used to look before, but Sukuna won't let you talk yourself down. He leaves no doubt about how attracted he is to you.

"Stop it, baby. You are so fucking sexy. You think you don't make my dick hard anymore? I'll show you how wrong you are about that, princess."

He walks up to you, making you gulp hard when you feel him stop behind you, his husky voice in your ear, hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

He presses his tall body against you while his large hands wander lovingly over your body, cupping your plump breasts, caressing your swollen belly, squeezing your squishy hips and thighs while hot, wet kisses trail up and down your neck and Sukuna rubs his rock-hard erection against your back, letting you feel how hard you still make him.

"If you weren't already round and swollen with my twins, I would fuck a baby into you right this second. But just because I can't knock you up again right now doesn't mean I can't fuck you."

Sukuna is careful to put you in positions that are comfortable for you and won't hurt the babies. And his thrusts are a bit gentler than usual, but his hips still roll against you with that perfect, sexy pace, dicking you down so good that it makes you sob his name and forget all about the insecurities you felt earlier.

You are lying on your side, and Sukuna is spooning you, fucking you from behind with those slow, deep strokes that make your head spin. His strong arms are wrapped tightly around your body, his hands squeezing your breasts, and he growls in your ear when a few droplets of milk already spill from your swollen tits.

You mewl when Sukuna doesn't wipe his hands on the sheets but licks your sticky milk off his fingers, groaning as if it's a sweet treat, telling you how good you taste.

He flicks his thumb over your puffy clit, making you scream with how good and intense everything feels with the pregnancy hormones and the increased blood flow in your body. Forgetting all about the insecurities you felt earlier as you give yourself to Sukuna and let him worship your pregnant body.

One of his hands is holding your swollen belly, while the other is between your thighs, spoiling your pussy with his loving caresses. And all the time, he praises you with that low, sexy voice, telling you how crazy you drive him.

You squeal loudly when your pleasure peaks, and you clench so hard around Sukuna's cock, that you take him with you over the edge, making him groan loudly against your neck while his large hands sprawl over your pregnant belly, holding it firmly as he ruts into you and spills his hot cum into you.

Sukuna is always sweet to you after sex, but even more so now that you are pregnant. You get cleaned, you get cuddled, you get praised, you get offered snacks, which makes you laugh softly and pull Sukuna into a deep kiss, telling him that the only snack you want right now is him.

All of this helps you accept the changes in your body and even appreciate them. Sukuna makes you feel desired and sexy, even when your legs and face are swollen, and your big baby bump makes it impossible for you to move the way you used to.

Sukuna loves your baby bump.

And not just during sex but all the time. He can't keep his hands off it. A large tattooed hand always rests on your swollen belly when you snuggle on the couch together, watching your favorite shows. Or at night, when you lie in bed, and Sukuna hugs you from behind. He even does it in public, proudly showing you and your baby bump off.

It makes you smile, thinking that just a few months ago, you and Sukuna were both freaking out about him accidentally knocking you up, but now you are both so at peace with how things are. Even happy and excited to share this new chapter of your life with each other.

You are standing in the baby room section of Ikea three weeks before your due date, a hand resting gently on your swollen belly, smiling when you feel your babies' occasional kicks.

Their daddy is busy picking out a changing table while looking completely out of place with his black clothes and intimidating-looking tattoos amidst all the white and pastel-colored furniture surrounding him.

He is sticking his tongue out in concentration, his tongue piercing glittering in the artificial light as he takes measurements with a measuring tape to determine which changing table fits better into the kid's room. And your chest fills with warmth as you watch him.

He is so focused, so invested. This is important to him. Your babies are important to him. You are important to him.

Before you even know it, you are standing behind Sukuna and wrap your arms around him, hugging him and snuggling against his broad back, at least as much as your huge baby bump allows.

Sukuna looks over his shoulder with that boyish grin on his tattooed face, looking so good that the sensation of your babies kicking you isn't the only fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"Do you want the blue changing mat or the yellow one, princess?"

You chuckle, unable to stop the broad smile spreading over your face,

"You are so sexy, daddy."

Sukuna's smirk grows bigger, and he lifts one eyebrow,

"You think this is sexy? Just wait until you see me giving our brats the bottle or changing their diapers."

"I'll probably faint from all the sexiness!"

You both start laughing at the same time. And Sukuna turns around to steal a few kisses before he wraps his strong arms around you and tells you about all the sexy dad things he will do when his brats are here.

And you both laugh as you stand there hugging and joking and flirting in the middle of Ikea, feeling as if you are in your own little bubble. And you kind of are, aren't you? This is your little family. Sukuna and you and the babies in your swollen belly.

And you realize that you can't wait for the little ones to finally be here. You can't wait to finally see Sukuna holding them, carrying them around in his tattooed arms, hearing him sing them to sleep with that sexy low voice, and seeing him be the proud daddy that you know he will be.

I WANT THAT SEXY DADDY IN MY LIFE AAAHHH 😭💗 This story became so much longer than I thought, but I just couldn't stop writing. I found so much comfort in this whole series. Our fave bad boy becoming all mature and responsible 💗

I hope you enjoyed Option B and that it could make you smile, too!! Thank you so much for all the sweet comments and tags on Part 1 and Option A. It was such a nice journey with y'all!!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

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Hey Winter, What are your thoughts on a friends with benefits trope with Yuuji and the reader? Love your stories btw 💗💗🩷🩷

Friends with benefits with Yuuji

Yuuji loves to be friends, and he loves to fuck. So why not combine two of his favorite things? After all, he can be your best buddy and give you backshots, right?

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff, College AU Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, handjob, fingering, oral, facesitting, fucking, squirting, loud sex. All characters are of age. Banners by @/benkeibear

It happens so naturally and without being planned or anything. Yuuji likes being your friend. He likes that you get along so well that you can laugh together and watch movies and play video games and cook together and go to fast-food restaurants in the middle of the night. He loves being best friends!

But Yuuji is also a horny boy, and he cannot stop his mind from providing him with dirty thoughts anytime you bend over and he sees your round ass right in front of his face. He cannot stop his body from reacting to being cuddled up with you under a blanket during a movie marathon and feeling your warm body press against him and your head landing in his lap, so damn close to his dick.

Yeah, he is embarrassed and feels guilty when he gets hard from watching you change in front of him. You thought it was no big deal to quickly shrug out of your shirt and sweatpants to put on a better outfit to leave the house. But Yuuji's dick decided it was a big deal, and now his honey eyes are heavy-lidded, and his tan cheeks are flushed. And you can definitely see the huge tent in your best friend's grey sweatpants.

Yuuji's sheepish smile and muttered apology don't take away the evidence that his body obviously wants you. He gulps hard as your eyes widen, and you grin while shaking your head,

"We can't go out like that, Yuu."

And he groans and nods,

"Yeah, I know! I am sorry! My dick is acting so stupid sometimes! Give me a few minutes, and it will be fine again."

He hopes he can will his erection away. Or should he just go to the bathroom and jack off? But before he can decide what to do, you take a step closer to him, and he feels a bit dizzy at the way your gaze is fixed on the bulge in his sweats while you lick your lips.

"Or... I could help you with that."

Maybe it's just meant as a joke. Maybe Yuuji is supposed to laugh and tell you to stop teasing him. But honestly, his ears are ringing, and he feels his cock twitch in interest at your words. He cannot think straight anymore. He always gets a bit stupid when he's horny. And so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is,

"You really wanna help? You don't have to..."

"It's ok, we are best friends. You are closer to me than anyone else, Yuu. And well, it's been a while since I touched a guy, and I kind of... crave it?"

Yuuji only blinks at you for a second before he nods wildly. How could he say no to such a nice offer? He's already lifting his hips and pushing down his sweats and the red boxer briefs underneath, spreading his muscular thighs and taking his fat cock in his hand and pumping it eagerly while a shaky moan escapes his lips,

"Fuck! Then yeah, help me please..."

The first touch of your fingertips to his swollen tip has him whining, and it only takes a short time before he cums all over your hand, nutting so hard that he sees stars.

Fuck, he likes that! It's so easy with you, so uncomplicated. He already likes you so much, and now he can also get his cock stroked by you and maybe even get a chance to touch you too. It really sounds like a perfect deal!

He hasn't even tucked himself back into his pants when the words tumble out of his mouth,

"Thank you... Um, can I repay the favor? I mean, you got me off, and it only seems fair that I get you off, too. Can I? Please?"

That's how you end up on his lap, naked from the waist down, two of Yuuji's thick fingers pumping in and out of your dripping wet cunt while his thumb plays with your clit, making you dig your nails into his broad shoulders and shake and tremble from the intensity of your orgasm on your best friend's hand.

Yuuji is the one who suggests the friends-with-benefits arrangement after that mind-altering experience. After all, he really likes being friends, and he really likes to fuck, so why not combine two of his favorite things? He simply cannot find any downside to that.

"So, we are best friends, and you made me cum, and I made you cum, and I really liked it. Was it good for you too? We could add that to our friendship. If it's ok with you. I mean, sometimes, you know? When we crave it. You are single, and I am single, and I don't really like going to clubs and finding someone just for one night. And you don't do that either. So, maybe we could just make each other feel good sometimes when we feel like it. Would that be ok?"

It is ok, and suddenly, your friendship is not just super fun and goofy but also super sexy.

Only two days later, you both get so riled up while sitting next to each other playing a video game that you end up sloppily making out and feeling each other up through your clothes, dry humping until you both can't take it anymore and tear at each other's clothes.

Finally, Yuuji's large hands are on your juicy ass, kneading your plump cheeks thoroughly while his eyes stare hungrily and his mouth is hanging open, drooling over himself as he looks at you on all fours in front of him, completely naked, ass wiggling teasingly for him, your pussy dripping wet and ready for him to fuck it and make you and him feel good.

Yuuji asks himself why he didn't think of this whole friends-with-benefits thing sooner! He moans so loud that the neighbors hear him when he finally sinks his fat cock into you and fucks you so good you nut three times for him and mewl his name over and over again.

The two of you start to experiment. Trying new positions, you never did before but always wanted to try. Learning each other's body and how to get the best reactions. It's shameless and easy. There are no secrets between you, no taboos. You are best friends, after all. You can tell each other everything. And do everything with each other.

You tell Yuuji no guy ever took such good care of you in bed when he pulls you on his face and eats you out for a whole hour. And it makes him so happy because he likes you so much, and you are his bestie and deserve the world, and Yuuji is delighted to give you that!

It's so natural, so easy to do this friends-with-benefits thing with you. You come to his apartment and tell him you are stressed, and Yuuji fucks you right there up against the wall and afterward on his bed and doesn't let go of you until you squirt all over his cock and are thoroughly satisfied and practically fucked dumb on his cock.

The two of you watch a movie, and your hand naturally slips into Yuuji's sweats to give him a slow handjob because you know he loves that while watching movies. And his hand slips into your pants, too, and rubs circles around your clit until you mess up your panties from cumming so much.

He groans about being so stressed from all those stupid assignments, and you crawl under his desk and give him a blow job that helps him relax, kissing his cum-stained tip afterward and smiling up at him and patting his thigh, telling him he will ace his assignment with your help.

And all the time, the two of you have so much fun, laughing about small mishaps and giggling after screaming each other's name during a particularly intense fuck. It's easy. It's fun. You know each other so well and trust each other completely. It's so freeing to just fuck each other on top of being best friends. There is no shame, no holding back, just horny, needy fucking anytime you need it.

And comforting, sweet kisses and warm cuddles.

You both don't realize that you are practically already a couple. Maybe the kissing marathons should give it away, the hours cuddled up in bed where you just kiss and talk and smile at each other. Maybe the fact that neither of you even tries to get to know someone else should be an indicator.

The two of you go to a party together, which is a perfectly normal thing best friends do. Ok, Yuuji admits that the way you dance with each other is a bit dirtier than only friends would do, but he is fine with people knowing you are friends with benefits, and this is nothing new after all.

But what is new is that you kiss him right there in the middle of the dancefloor, and it somehow makes Yuuji feel so proud that he is the only one you kiss. He finds that he can't pull away from you, and so he just keeps kissing you, just keeps pulling you tighter against his body, making out with you until his head spins.

It is Nobara who asks the question when she walks into the kitchen later on and sees how Yuuji has you pressed up against the fridge with his tongue down your throat and your fingers in his pink hair.

"What the fuck? Why didn't you two tell me you are dating??"

"Because we aren't."

"When what is this?"

"We are friends... friends who make out and... have sex sometimes."

"Don't give me that shit. The two of you have practically been married for two years. Everyone says that. We were just wondering why you never made it official. Oh well, the cat's out of the bag now. Quick, let me text everyone!!"

And with that, Nobara leaves Yuuji and you standing there, your fingers still tangled in Yuuji's soft pink strands, your lips still swollen from his kisses, and finally, something clicks in his mind, and he smiles his sheepish smile at you and is like,

"I didn't know I am a married man, but I kinda like it. What about you?"

HE MAKES ME FEEL SO AAAHHHH!!!! I ruined my panties writing this. Thank you so much for sending me this prompt!! I see Yuuji as the best guy for friends to lovers, and the friends-with-benefits trope is the perfect way to get there!! I really think he is incapable of keeping things casual but also kind of oblivious until someone else points it out ;)

I love horny boy Yuuji!! I hope you like him too!!

Please let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments would be super sweet 💗

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AYOOOO I was reminded this site exsists and made a Heathcliff fanclub before i resume hibernation WAHOO

The limbus squishies

Hi tumblr! Gotta post here too!Yippie more Limbus company squishes has been made!!!Preorder is opened

好耶做好了我来这边也宣宣 其实我不太确定海外的老师们一般是怎么吃到的但是我听说可以！

Canto6: e.tb.cn/h.T39aKz9Ee4mv… HU9046

Sinners: e.tb.cn/h.T3biuvli8HZv  CZ3460

Check out if you are interested in these creatures

[averageheathcl1ffan]

The limbus squishies

Hi tumblr! Gotta post here too!Yippie more Limbus company squishes has been made!!!Preorder is opened

好耶做好了我来这边也宣宣 其实我不太确定海外的老师们一般是怎么吃到的但是我听说可以！

Canto6: e.tb.cn/h.T39aKz9Ee4mv… HU9046

Sinners: e.tb.cn/h.T3biuvli8HZv  CZ3460

Check out if you are interested in these creatures

[averageheathcl1ffan]

YIPPEEE

Ty! Tho it's always really funny to me how many people assume I'm a dude because of the room.

Girls be crazy too

fucking insane of a livestream

they managed to get heathcliff's va Hongkun on a stream

almost all the EN limbus youtubers are in the chat

kim jihoon el director /official projectmoon account showed up twice in chat

they made him actually say oi govner and do the erlking laugh

Hongkun made Tenma speechless for 2 minutes (that was a good comeback ngl)

they showed him the heathsheet. said owner is in chat

owner got judged for his tartaglia genshin impact body pillow. Hongkun demanded (/lh) a $50USD donation

owner actually did it.

i love the city we live in

[averageheathcl1ffan]

[averageheathcl1ffan]

IM A GIRLLLLLL

Also I should update my sheets, the room is so much worse

fucking insane of a livestream

they managed to get heathcliff's va Hongkun on a stream

almost all the EN limbus youtubers are in the chat

kim jihoon el director /official projectmoon account showed up twice in chat

they made him actually say oi govner and do the erlking laugh

Hongkun made Tenma speechless for 2 minutes (that was a good comeback ngl)

they showed him the heathsheet. said owner is in chat

owner got judged for his tartaglia genshin impact body pillow. Hongkun demanded (/lh) a $50USD donation

owner actually did it.

i love the city we live in

[averageheathcl1ffan]

I forgot how to use Tumblr, sorry...

Haven't been there for years.

Round and round they go, guys.

[averageheathcl1ffan]

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Yesod and Nadya standing close to each other. The background is pink, white and light blue. They're surrounded by hot pink tree branches and white bushes. /.End ID]

My part of art trade for @opiumin!! Hope you like it!! it was really fun drawing your OC and Yesod together!!^^

[averageheathcl1ffan]

unbearable rain unbearable pain

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christening this blog with the raw power of my hyperfixation in honor of it being 07/08: perfect thematic and color harmonies and inversions

i don't necessarily believe that inverted colors are overly important when it comes to creating characters who are intended as reflections of each other. however, in the case of ishmael and heathcliff? color is one of two inversions present in these pieces. the second is in the inversion of the ways they carry death with them.

their shared theme in their promo art is being at the mercy of terrible storms as a metaphor for having agency taken from them. ishmael's art centers her on one single defining tragedy, while heathcliff's centers on a long string of tragedies that had always defined his life.

fundamentally, the two of them embody death for the sake of their own personal survival. for ishmael, it is a mantle she clings to because she feels she has nothing else worth living for. for heathcliff, the mantle is forced upon him until he learns to embrace it as all other options are taken from him.

speculation and source material discussion below the cut.

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ishmael is the hearse – a statement loaded in several layers when factoring in her source material. the first layer of thematics is embodied in ishmael herself: she is perpetually carrying everyone with her, refusing to put them in the ground and let them rest; constantly taking on jobs and exploring far-out places in search of those that still live. as several others have pointed out, ishmael is the only sinner who is drawn every time with "fish eyes" (i.e. without any light in them – likely another loaded metaphor). she isn't ready to let them go yet, and her life is now defined by their death.

the second layer is a little more on-the-nose: source ishmael was the only survivor of the pequod's destruction thanks to a coffin meant for queequeg that ishmael utilized as a lifeboat.

the third is more speculation territory, but with all the implications of ahab being someone she is seeking revenge against (her promo referencing "that bastard", her base identity revolving around wrath), it's important to note that there are several references to hearses related to ahab in the source material. in the latter half, a prophecy is revealed to ahab that states he will die after seeing two hearses. at the end of the book, he sees them: the first being the whale itself, carrying the dead body of the one who gave him the prophecy; the second is his own ship, the pequod, which is now a doomed vessel delivering everyone on it to their grave at the bottom of the ocean. in a way, her embodying the hearse is possibly to be the final death of ahab – the last thing he will see before she delivers him to his final resting place.

heathcliff is trickier to speculate on, as it's been very heavily implied that we are seeing him as he is in the middle of wuthering heights' first three-year timeskip. this is referenced particularly strongly in his N corp. identity, where he mentions the catalyst for his leaving in the source material. for those who might not know: catherine demeans his worth when she thinks he can't hear, so he runs away to "make something of himself" to return and take her and the estate for himself as an act of revenge against everyone who hurt him. since he's essentially been pulled from the middle of his spiraling character arc, this leaves a lot of room for project moon's spin on him.

but with that explicit reference in N corp. (as well as a softer reference in his sunshower E.G.O. identity), we can assume with relative safety that events before the timeskip are similar in limbus as in source. in source, heathcliff was a romani foundling taken into a wealthy family – propped in limbus with recent references in canto 4 to nesters sometimes being "tourists" in the backstreets for novelty. however, heathcliff's arrival was scorned by all but the earnshaw patriarch and catherine; even the primary narrator, nelly dean, regards heathcliff's arrival to the estate as an omen of death and destruction. most characters assault heathcliff with mask-off racism. he's called slurs, compared to demons, and described as inherently evil, despite the fact that he was (at the time) an insecure and meek child who clung to the very few who loved him for safety.

not long after his arrival, his adoptive mother passes, all but "proving" the omen correct. then, his adoptive father passes just a few years after. these deaths kickstart many years of horrific abuse at the hands of catherine's older brother (and now estate owner) hindley. hindley abused both heathcliff and catherine physically and emotionally. heathcliff's violence in particular was deeply racially motivated: he was forced out of schooling and made into a slave of the estate. all the while, it was reiterated to him that he is an omen and responsible for all of hindley's troubles, including bringing death upon his late wife.

with the implication that heathcliff's unknown birth family is dead, his life is defined by a string of funerals that all tie back to him in some way. either he loses a loved one, or it's blamed on some otherworldly force he is allegedly in command of.

as the abuse mounted, heathcliff and catherine's bond became more codependent and obsessive. with this shift came the beginnings of heathcliff's proclivity to escalate violence. at first, it's deeply sympathetic, if not outright justified. though he expresses violent thoughts a few times prior, heathcliff's first violent act is against hindley in retaliation against yet another racially charged instance of abuse. and even as he leaves with catherine's insult in his mind, he vows to further embody what the earnshaws saw him as and to take what (and who) he views as rightfully his. where it gets distorted is that so entrenched is he in this role that his violence perpetuates against the next generation – by all accounts, entirely innocent people who are now on the receiving end of unearned horrific abuse that he himself had gone through.

this is why i want to point out his base E.G.O. depicts him carrying a corpse of someone he presumably killed, comes with a threat that he will kill his target, too. he revels in the image of being a relentless agent of death and senseless destruction.

however, in limbus there is still the shreds of who he used to be; before the timeskip, source heathcliff instinctively saved hindley's son's life, only to realize that this gesture of his goodwill benefited his abuser. this has him vow to never express that side of himself in the estate ever again. in limbus, however, heathcliff can do fundamentally compassionate things without the oppressive air of the man who literally enslaved him weighing down on him – such as in canto IV, where he saves the life of gregor, expresses concern over ishmael feeling sick, and urges dante to save the dying don quixote before himself.

all of this is to say, there are many different places heathcliff's character could go in limbus, but at the core of it all is his struggle with virulent (and somewhat/mostly justified) hatred of those who dedicated their lives to taking everything that ever made him happy. this is a similarity he shares with ishmael, whose sole purpose for living is also in pursuit of revenge against a single entity.

by all accounts, ishmael has become death by her own doing in reclamation of events outside of her control. contrast to heathcliff, who was always destined to be death, which he learns to embrace in his own form of reclamation. these inverted internalizations result in a shared struggle with anger issues – the only real difference being that ishmael's anger is barely repressed, while heathcliff's is overly expressed.

project moon's series as a whole is extremely jungian. in lobcorp/ruina, every core suppression/realization is fundamentally the boss enemy confronting an uncomfortable facet of their shadow self. with this in mind, i believe the parallels ishmael and heathcliff share combined with their surface-level differences fostering disproportionate animosity is another intentional display of the way we fight against our shadow despite it always being a part of us. with the general series theme of breaking cycles, i would not be surprised if somewhere later down the line we get both ishmael and heathcliff acknowledging how much they fundamentally understand the other.

we already get a taste of this in ishmael's log of the blubbering toad. she reacts with primal anger towards its crying and projects a lack of confidence and self-worth onto it. heathcliff is not only the first to defend her, but also states he feels the same. later, ishmael admits to seeing herself in the abnormality and contemplates a form of compromise.

(shout out to sinclair, a character defined by his internal war between repression and expression, bridging their gap)

whether they want this kinship or not, ishmael and heathcliff are fundamentally looking for the same thing from the same vantage point, only at slightly different angles. with the precedent project moon has set by uniting angela and roland (whom ishmael and heathcliff echo in similar parallels), it feels very intentional for the two of them to be frequently paired together and expressing similar opinions on several narrative conflicts.

there just really is something about two alienated people finding something in each other, even if it isn't always amicable or comfortable.

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IDs that give me covid

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scaramouche absconding with the gnosis (colorized)

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I made a sprite of my sinner Catherine design