ugh, soft dad sukuna on my mind 😭
just pictured big, bad evil sukuna fast asleep in bed with his son on top of his chest. his baby is so tiny, curling over his robes like a little kitten, his fat cheek resting on sukuna’s broad shoulder, a little patch of drool pooling at the fabric of his robe. he’s clutching onto the fabric while sukuna keeps one hand steady on his back to support him. their breaths are in sync, soft and relaxed, both wearing the same calm expression on their faces - in a bubble of such safety and comfort -
it’s unusual catching the king of curses in these domestic moments. even rarer watching him treat anyone or anything with such affection and devotion. his son coos, fidgets and wakes sukuna up mid slumber. your natural instinct is to quickly try and diffuse the situation, but you’re caught off guard when sukuna calmly adjusts himself before kissing the crown of his son’s head.
it makes your heart flutter - knowing that that there is a love there that extends to you. when a sleepy sukuna gazes up to meet your eyes, you can see a little smile tick at the corner of his lips. your back straightens almost immediately under the heat of his gaze, but all he does is nod his head to direct you to come towards him.
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i love writing suguru as one of those guys who’ll casually wreck your pussy and have the nerve to ask,
“so.. wanna go out for breakfast today?”
“let’s order pizza.”
“brunch tomorrow?”
“i wanna know you better over dinner, sweetheart.”
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