Warnings: •none to be concerned of •fluff
Summary: Sukuna finds out your pregnant. *he knows but the old bastard wanted you to tell him🙄*
Being nervous to tell Sukuna you’re pregnant. He’s so intimidating.
You sit nervously at his right side, fidgeting with your hands as he addresses one of his servants. His voice is loud in your ears. Sneering down at the mortal at his feet.
You watch as the man shakes with fear, trying to hide your own.
What if he wants me to get rid of it? What if he gets rid of me?
Sukuna dismisses the servant, mumbling something under his breath.
He turns his attention to you, noticing your behavior. His eyes narrow as yours avoids him. Something is wrong.
He shifts closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you into his lap.
Now Sukuna may be many things, cruel, evil, a tyrant. But he’s not dumb, and he knows when something’s wrong with his pretty little wife. His long fingers curl around your cheeks, squeezing them slightly.
He forces you to look at him, eyebrows drawn.
You break out into a sweat. A bead dripping down your face. His eyes narrow further and you swallow hard.
“Kuna…” you say, as sweet as possible. You situate yourself more comfortably, staring up at him with eyes you know he can’t resist. He grunts, staring at you and waiting for you to continue. You shift again.
“What if. Hypothetically, I were to have like, a baby?”
The pink haired man stares at you, eyes unamused. Again, he’s not stupid, but he can tell your nervous. He’ll play your game.
“Hypothetically?” You nod. He shrugs.
“I don’t know. I’ve never…” he pauses. He has. He has dealt with children. But certainly not his own. Never out of affection. He’s interested to see what else you would say, so he brings his eyes back down to look at you expectantly.
“Are you hypothetically pregnant my love?” He ask.
His face is unchanging as he ask the question. He doesn’t want to reveal his true feelings. But he can see the fear in your eyes, and it makes his cold ass heart swell with both amusement and hurt.
When you nod again, he smile. But just a bit.
He leans forward, whispering into your ear.
“So am I a hypothetical father?”
You shiver, peering up at him. And nod again. This time he breaks out into a full smile, even laughing. What a cutie you were.
“I know.” You gap at your husband, eyes wide. “You know??” He smiles wider, leaning back.
How would he know? How can he know?? You just found out last week!
He scoops you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared chambers. He places you gently on the bed, crawling up next to you. Placing a hand on your stomach he stares.
“Gonna be a good mother for my child, yeah?” You smile so hard your cheeks hurt.
“N I’m gonna be a good father.” You giggle as he lays kisses on your stomach, pushing you back against the pillows.
“Such a good father.” You breath. His hands cup your waist as he moves up, then he places a firm kiss on your lips. He hums. Such a pretty lil’ thing.
Such a happy little family😋
*should I write a diff version of this? I have one, or two. An angst fic and then another fluff, but Sukunas suprised and it goes a little differently. Also has a bit of angst. Let me know in the comments🩷*
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Soft as moss
In my first life
I thought I was indomitable,
Gnashed between concrete
Teeth, I cracked The Titan's molars;
Survived the
Spat out plummet
In fist-clenched
Heavenly descent,
Toward the endless midnight purple.
I fell. I flew. I roared
Toward the only redemption I knew,
Yet caught in cupped hands — Gaia's,
Soft as moss — that
Welcomed
Both my life and death,
I let myself be
Swallowed whole;
A genuflection, unfathomable, before.
And, yes, I lived there,
Contained, embraced,
And yes
I consumed,
Yet never more
Than I would need
Than from her stomach, grow and bloom,
To so return to the earthly
With eyes longing to see! To bleed
With my kin; to nurture and create.
Yet humanity has come to feel so strange;
Every city is an open casket,
And I am far from indomitable.
Rather, vulnerable;
Humbled.
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19-3-2024, M.A. Tempels ©
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