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Sukuna’s the type of baby daddy that even if you break you never really broke up 😭 and if you got pregnant again there no chance in hell it could be anyone else’s kid besides his

The love you and Sukuna have is world-changing. Even after you break up, you are both still stuck on the other and unable to move on.

Pairing: Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Hurt + comfort, fluff, mentions of smut Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, mentions of smut but nothing explicit. Reader and Sukuna break up, but they get back together at the end of the story. There is a happy end. They already have a daughter together, and another pregnancy is mentioned at the end. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear

It's not that you aren't trying to get over Sukuna. You really do. After a week of crying your eyes out, you decide to go out. It's not even that hard to get chatted up by some guy at a bar. But when his hand lands on your knee, you practically bolt. It feels so wrong, so dirty somehow. As if your body is still Sukuna's territory and no one else is worthy of touching you.

You try again a week later and the week after, too. But none of the men you meet spark your interest. Maybe this shouldn't come as a surprise. After all, only a few weeks ago, you had Sukuna. You had the best. There simply is no one who can compare to him. No one will ever make you feel the way Sukuna did.

You regret the breakup. It was stupid. Just small things that accumulated over several weeks, combined with a bad day at work and Sukuna being grumpy when you got home. You could have handled it differently.

But now, your bed always feels cold, and your heart doesn't seem to be in your chest anymore. Instead, there is a stone in your chest, heavy and painful, while your heart is in another part of this city, in the hands of the man who will always be the one for you, even if you will never get back together with him again.

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Sukuna asks to see his child, but you feel unable to face him, so you cowardly text him back, telling him to just pick your daughter up from kindergarten and spend the afternoon with her. When Sukuna brings her home in the evening, you are relieved that he seems to have gotten the hint. He doesn't come inside but waits at the front door as your daughter runs up the stairs to your apartment.

But you aren't strong enough not to hurry to the large window that faces the street, gazing outside to see Sukuna's familiar tall, broad figure slowly stroll down the street toward his car. His pink hair looks just like the cherry blossoms that fall down onto the road like pretty, pink snowflakes.

You know you will never be able to look at cherry trees again without feeling sadness wash over you.

Maybe you will try going on another date with some new guy, but deep down, you know that it will be in vain. It will always feel wrong. It will always feel like something is missing. Because none of those men are Sukuna. No one can be like him. There is only one Sukuna. Everyone else will always just be second best.

Sukuna isn't even trying to get over you. Not anymore.

On the first night after your breakup, he was a mess and stormed off to some bar, desperate for a distraction. Anything that would keep him from getting overwhelmed by his feelings.

He had some drinks and flirted with a random girl. Even took her home, thinking that sex would help him feel better. But the moment she tried to unbutton his shirt, Sukuna grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

It felt wrong. He felt wrong. As if he was cheating on you. He told the girl to leave and watched with his arms crossed as she angrily slammed his door shut before Sukuna sank down on his couch and buried his face in his hands.

He knew right then and there that it was no use to go out and try to have hookups. It wouldn't work, and it sure as hell would only make him feel worse.

In the following weeks, Sukuna worked longer and spent more time at the gym, always trying to stay busy because as soon as he got home to his deadly silent apartment, he was drowning in thoughts about you. Drowning in all those happy memories the two of you had made over the years.

You were Sukuna's love, his heart, his everything. He hadn't known or understood love until he met you. So how is he supposed to ever get over you and move on? It's impossible. You are still his everything, and you will always be.

And so it's clear as day to Sukuna that he won't even try to move on. He knows he will always be yours, whether you are together or not. He was only able to give his heart away once. And even if you don't want it anymore, it still belongs to you.

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Sukuna spends two days every week with his daughter, happy to see his little girl but sad because he misses the time when all three of you did things together. And when she looks at him with your eyes and asks him, "Daddy, why don't you just come home again?" Sukuna feels his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Sukuna doesn't know what to tell her. He, too, can't understand why the two of you decided to break up. It was stupid. Nothing big caused it. Just small things that added up, and looking back they seem insignificant.

"I don't know, princess. Maybe Daddy should really go home and talk to Mommy."

He decides at that moment that he will get roses and come up to your door this evening.

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Sukuna's chest feels painfully tight when you open the door, and he sees your face again after all those weeks, hitting him with just how much he missed you.

He hands you the roses, a beautiful huge bouquet that cost a little fortune, his eyes gazing deeply into yours,

"Please take those flowers. They come without any obligation to take me back or even talk to me. But I want to give them to you because you are still the mother of my child. And... and you will always be my woman, just like I will always be your man, even if we aren't together."

He fears he sounds like a creep, that he overstepped a boundary, and that he made you uncomfortable. But he has had lots of time to think during the last few weeks, and he promised himself that he would be more open about his feelings if he ever gets a chance to talk to you again.

You stare at Sukuna for a moment that feels like hours to him. But then he sees the tears gathering in your eyes and sees the way your hand that's holding the flowers is trembling. You breathe a soft "Kuna..." and Sukuna knows. He knows that you are still his, just like he is still yours.

He pulls you into his arms a split second later, crushing the beautiful roses between your bodies as he hugs you tightly. And you melt so perfectly against him as if you are made for him. Your face is pressed against his broad chest, and you snuggle against him, every centimeter of you touching him. You cling to him so tightly that it's almost painful, but it's the first time since your breakup that Sukuna feels like he can breathe again.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry for everything."

You both speak the words at the same time, eyes locked, small relieved smiles playing around your mouths.

You tell Sukuna to stay for dinner, and he agrees. He takes over the kitchen again, his kitchen, and prepares a dinner that he knows his two girls always loved. He sits at your table again, jokes around with his little daughter, and basks in the way you look at him with your eyes full of happiness.

Sukuna doesn't just stay for dinner but stays the whole night.

He kisses you after the two of you bring your daughter to bed. Pushes you gently against the wall and claims your lips again, though deep down, he knows that those lips always belonged to him, even when you were apart.

He grins when you laugh when he picks you up and carries you princess-style to the bedroom. Your lips are on his again, kissing him as if you can't get enough of him, making it hard to walk, but Sukuna would find his way to your bedroom even blind.

He locks the door behind you, turning around only to find your hands on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt while your lips find his again in another passionate but tender kiss that makes Sukuna moan softly into your mouth.

He makes slow love to you in the bed you bought together all those years ago, showing you what it feels like to be loved and desired and cherished endlessly. And you wrap your arms and legs around him and meet each of his slow thrusts while you moan his name softly, and tears run down your cheeks, showing Sukuna the same love he is showing you.

Sukuna doesn't leave again after that night.

The two of you talk things out, and only a week later, Sukuna finally puts a ring on your finger and tells your little daughter that she needs to pick a pretty dress because she will be a flower girl at the wedding.

And only a month later, you place a positive pregnancy test on Sukuna's pillow, making both of you burst out laughing when you realize that you and Sukuna must have made another baby that first night when he came back and brought you the roses.

Thank you so much for the ask! It made me feel so many things, so I had to get these feelings out and write this little story 😭 I hope you enjoyed it and that it made you emotional, too. How could there ever be anyone else after Sukuna? It's really not possible 😭

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

#I love him so much #sukuna

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Hi. I just wanted to let you know you're legit one of my favorite blogs. I love your drabbles and other writings a lot!

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That’s so sweet! 😭

I don’t know who you are but I love you so much 🥹🫶

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Are you a full night of sleep? Because i really want you(terminal insomnia rizz)

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Secret kisses - Cole x Gn!Reader one-shot

Summary: Cole and reader have been in a relationship for quite a while now, but have told no one yet. Last night, reader snuck to his room so they could cuddle and the next morning the wake with a small make out session, they didn’t rely on getting caught.

Your legs where wrapped around Cole’s torso, back pressed agains the wall.

Your lips where attached and Cole’s hands rested on your waist while yours where tangled in his hair.

The two of you pulled apart for a moment to catch your breath. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered making you giggle.

You whispered sweet nothings to each other before attaching your lips again.

There was sudden banging on the door. “Cole! Hurry up you’re late for training.” Jay’s voice sounded on the others side.

Cole quickly pulled away and looked at the door as it was about to open.

“Aah- don’t come in I’m changing!” He yelled and the door slammed shut. You couldn’t help but giggle and Cole quickly put a hand against your mouth.

“What was that!?” Jay questioned from the other side of the door. “Uh nothing!” Cole called back nervously as his partner giggled against his hand.

“Move Jay!” Kai’s voice sounded and you could hear someone being shoved away and then the door flew open.

“Cole, Sensei is becoming-” he stopped talking at the sight in front of him and quickly looked away. “I’ll tell him that you’re busy.” His face was red as he closed the door, while a horrified Jay laid on the ground.

You and Cole both shared wide eyed looks as they probably misinterpreted the situation, as both of you had not woken up long ago, and Cole did not sleep with a shirt on.

“Okay… that was.. uh, interesting.” Cole said awkwardly.

You then heard another voice on the other side of the door. “Has any of you seen Y/n?” It was Nya.

“Their uh, yeah…” they heard Jay awkwardly chuckle. “Their busy.” Kai answered for him.

You snorted and rested your forehead against Cole’s shoulder as he couldn’t help but laugh aswel.

“I think I need to get to training.” He said, pulling you away from the wall and setting you in your feet again.

“I think that’s for the best.” You laughed before kissing his cheek and walking out of the room to see everyone but sensei in the hall.

Nya had a smirk on her face, Kai and Jay looked traumatised, while Zane and Lloyd where just confused.

“Why is everyone here? And what happened to Jay and Kai?” Zane asked confused and you just pursed your lips.

Lloyd quickly caught on when Cole left the room moments later and his eyes widened.

“Oh come on! Why is everyone here?” He threw his hands in the air.

“If you don’t mind,” Nya said and snatched your arm. “We’re gonna have a quick talk.” She walked off and you complained.

“Oh come on! It wasn’t like that!” You insisted.

When they had left all eyes where on Cole and he rolled his eyes. “I’m going to train.” He muttered before walking off. He was followed by the others who where all calling after him to interrogate him.

Request box is still open<3

#Yall it’s been years #im still so down bad for Cole #😔 im ashamed

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I just wanna thank all of y’all for the support! You guys are so sweet and patient for waiting for every new piece of writing.

I’m so lucky to have you guys ❤️

#aya speaks #i love y'all!!!

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Mafia boss Sukuna “accidentally” getting his worse enemy’s daughter pregnant.

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UC or ER?

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Take your time love ❤️

About a month ago I had a nervous breakdown at work and I’ve been on sick leave ever since. Well, my condition worsened now so I probably won’t be writing any time soon

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think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.' i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha

SINFUL SUNDAY

Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.

Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.

Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.

You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."

Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.

With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.

Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.

Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.

The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.

You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.

He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.

"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."

Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.

Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.

Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.

As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."

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if requests are open can i request a story for muzan? ^_^

like a female s/o being tired of being kept in their shared house and leaves and muzan is panicking bc he cant find her

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You were sick.

The marriage was arranged, your parents wanting you to experience a happy marriage before you died.

You were used as a cover for him, a sick wife. There would be no way that the demon slayers would look his way.

But, the more he spent with you, how uplifting you were despite your upcoming death.

And he just felt so... Soft for you.

You were so... He didn’t know to explain it….

There was so much about you that he couldn’t help but fall for…

Which means he grew worried for you, he understood what it was like to have an incurable illness.

Which was why, the second you were moved out of your parents home to his…

You were isolated.

The only one you could interact with was him, if you wanted something you had to call for him.

He didn’t need the others trying to talk to you or get you even more sick than you already were!

He was working on a cure… Yet they didn’t seek to work… And you were running out of time…

There was another way… But he didn’t want to taint your innocence with his blood…

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You smiled softly as you played with your nieces and nephews, you wished to have children of your own…

With this illness… It was impossible… You would die before even getting to your third trimester…

You giggled softly as your nephew reached out to you, just hugging him close as you smiled.

You could only imagine a life where you were healthy and having a family…

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Muzak panted softly as he looked at the destroyed room and dead maids around him…

You were gone… You weren’t anywhere to be found…

These useless servants couldn’t keep track of you…

You were no where in sight…

Did you find out his secret?! No… No you wouldn’t…

There was no way you did!

He’d find you…

He’d find you if it was the last thing he did…

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He finally found you a day later…

He watched as you played with your nieces and nephews, biting his fingernail as he furrowed his brow.

He couldn’t lost you…

He would never lose you…

Which is why he did what he had to do…

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He watched as you withered in pain, he didn’t want to turn you…

But you would live longer, your illness gone.

He kneeled down as he grabbed your face.

“Shh… shh…” he said to you before he stroked your cheek.

“It’ll help over soon… And you’ll have the live befitting of a queen…”

He would never part ways with you…

It was after all… Death do you part.

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