what would sukuna do if his favorite concubine was on her period?
oh man, i think that sukuna would be able to smell it. gross? perhaps, yeah, but you canāt blame his inhuman capabilities.
sukuna would, as per usual, visit your chambers at night. heād expect you to be sitting on your bedāawaiting his arrival. but to his surprise, he finds you curled up on the floor, silently suffering because of your cramps.
sukuna is confused at first. though when it hits him, he raises an eyebrow and sighs before effortlessly lifting you up from the floor. heād carry you bridal styleālooking you in the eyes with a faint hint of concern behind that piercing gaze of his.
āshouldāve told me you werenāt feeling well, woman.ā sukuna grumbles. he sounds like heās complaining about you being on your period, however in reality, he just doesnāt like the pain it brings you.
definitely rubs your stomach from under your nightgown. his big, warm palm on your skin helps ease the pain a little. sukuna stays with you until you fall asleep too. might also command his servants to watch over you when he leaves (oh, he also demands that they be careful with you or else theyāllā¦ be removed from existence).
synopsis: Omega desires you in ways he cannot have you, so he has to make do with what heās given.
includes: dottore (omega) w/ fem! reader
notes: Omega touches himself while fantasizing about you - so none of this actually happens, he just really wishes it would. Established relationship, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, lots of teasing, posessiveness, he makes you beg and cry, he's a lil freak tbh, reader uses no pronouns, mdni (tell me if I should add anything.)
It wasnāt really a secret that you were the object of the Second Harbingerās affections. Frequently it would be witnessed by shocked agents the depth of attention you were given by not only the Doctor himself, but also his segments. Hell, you were the only one who could ever interrupt their experiments!
If you asked the Omega segment, there were numerous reasons he could list as to why he found you so endearing. First, your mind was ever so interesting. He loved to pick at it, discover new ways to make you tick or blush. Not to mention how he loved to do research with you. Your perspectives could be quite helpful, especially when compared to the agents who feared opening their mouths.
Moving on, he loved your expressions too. When your eyes crinkled gently, full of love, and when a great smile stretched across your face. Or when you were pouty and ignoring him because he didnāt give you enough attention, though he always knew how to get back on your good side. And your voice, it was refreshing to hear after ungodly hours spent in a lab.
And you - you in general, you were attractive. He had only seen you nude a few times, but he had every spot and curve of your perfect body mapped out and memorized in his mind. Sadly, it was more of a see, donāt touch situation.
It was evident only Prime Dottore had that opportunity.Ā
Yourā¦ nightly activities with Dottore were rather obvious to the other segments. There werenāt many explanations for why you would walk around the lab the next day a bit sore with numerous marks around your neck, despite your attempts to cover it up. Prime didnāt need to say anything - his message was clear.
Still, that didnāt stop Omega from desiring you. This was one such moment he found himself fantasizing about you. He had been working continuously for a long time and hadnāt seen you much, so this was a much-needed moment of respite. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair and began to palm himself.Ā
Omega knew youād feel just as good as you looked - his hands twitched, trying to imagine your skin against his, and so did his cock. He made quick work of his zipper as he imagined how youād look under him, a common scenario.
He had always wondered how youād act. There were so many possibilities he could think of, all of which sent a thrill throughout his body. Knowing you, youād probably be shy about it.Ā
āOmega,ā you whined, as your hands half-heartedly tried to stop him from undressing you, embarrassed by his forwardness. For some reason, you didnāt think heād want you in this way too. āA-Are you sure?ā
āPositive,ā he purred, intent on seeing you laid bare and all needy for him, his hands already set on squeezing and playing with your soft breasts as you softly moaned. He had only ever heard such cute noises in his head, unfortunately. But he would continue to draw them out for as long as he could, mercilessly teasing you and refusing to touch you where you really wanted him to.
But regardless, all of these scenarios ended with you obediently taking his cock. However, as much as he wanted to be inside of you, he couldnāt forget about how much he wanted to taste you. Yes, your taste, he thought as he licked his lips and pumped himself again.Ā
āAh, āMega, pleaseā¦ā your breath hitched as he experimentally rubbed his finger over your clothed cunt, your wetness seeping through, ādonāt tease,ā you fruitlessly demanded as he ignored your plea. Omega would take his time with you, savor your sweetness like he would with one of your baked treats. He was a very patient man after all. (You? Not so much, but you would have to deal with it.)
Eventually, he would slip a finger, and then another, and then one more inside your aching pussy and hold you down as your back arched, pinning your hands above your head as you were insistent on trying to cover your mouth. Your moans were one of the loudest and most accurate proofs of the effect he had on you, and he refused to let them be silenced.
āNow, now, what did I say about that? Try to do that again and Iāll stop.ā You could only let out another choked moan and look at him helplessly as he curled his fingers inside of you, and then sped up his pace until you finally finished all over his hand. It was almost filthy how he began to suck and lick on his own fingers that were drenched in your essence, concentrating on tasting every last drop. You wanted to look away out of embarrassment, but you were entranced by the scene, probably because it was just that hot.
Of course, that would only be the beginning of it. There was no way he would be satisfied with just that. Barely giving you a chance to recover, he pried your legs open further to lick and suck at your cunt, relishing in how your thighs squeezed around him - heād make sure to mark them up some more later. Your hand was tangled in his hair, alternating between trying to push him away from coming too much or pushing him further down on your needy pussy. He didnāt care, either way, your juices would be smeared around his lips as he made sure to lick it all up. By the time he was done with you, youād be struggling to even call out his name, eyes hazy and too far gone.
As Omega thought about you more, he stroked himself faster until he was almost close. But he had yet to bury himself inside your tight cunt.Ā
It was all too easy to tease you, reveling in how your eyes darted around nervously at the sight of him pumping himself as he prepared to enter you. You licked your lips and swallowed as you briefly wondered how youād take him. Ahā¦ your mouth tooā¦ Omega decided he could brush his cock against your supple lips another day.Ā Ā
The segment nudged his tip leaking pre-cum against your cunt, on the verge of slipping in until he pulled out just at the right moment, teasing you as he delighted in your frustration. He would only ever give you what you wanted if you begged for it, his favorite subject.
āUse your words, darling.ā You gripped the sheets harder at his stupid insistence.
āP-Pleaseā¦ please, I want- need you inside, Omega,ā your plea came out as a ragged breath, desperately needing some relief already. Unfortunately, your lover only hummed, seemingly unsatisfied with your response, and continued to hold your thighs steady, still pressing himself against your pussy. You huffed in slight irritation.Ā
āPlease Omega, just fuck me already,ā your words came out speedy and rushed as you sniffed, a tear rolling down your face at how intently he was staring at you with his singular red gem. Finally, a content grin appeared on his face now that he had gotten what he wanted. Perhaps there was still some work to be done, but now even his patience was wearing thin, especially when you had declared your neediness for him so blatantly.
Lining himself up with your entrance, Omega began to push himself in slowly, wanting to drag out both your and his pleasure, and also having the uncharacteristic consideration to make sure you werenāt too overwhelmed. Your walls fit snugly around him, offering him pleasure that he could have never reached by himself. Your legs were hooked around him, tightening as he finally buried himself completely in you.
āOmegaā¦ Omegaā¦ā you breathed out his name, adjusting to the sensation of being filled with his cock. You moved your hand to intertwine with his (because of course you did, you were too sweet for your own good) and he quickly did so, locking his fingers with yours. Pulling back out, he moved to kiss you which you reciprocated, before slamming back in, your scream muffled by his lips on yours. From then, he pounded into you without mercy, making sure to give every other part of your body attention too, from licking your tears to sucking and nipping at your breasts.
From the way your nails harshly dug into his back, he could tell you were close. He knew his mind couldnāt sufficiently replicate how lovely youād look once you came on his cock, but he had to try anyway. Picking up the pace, he continued to ram into that one spot and rubbed your clit. He wasnāt far behind - if he had not met you, the segment would have continued to think that chasing such a high with another person was a waste of time. But now that he had you in his grasp, a part of him could understand why the desires of humans overtook their common sense. Logic had no place right now, for you were completely intoxicating.Ā
Snapping his hips into you with one final thrust, he felt your walls squeeze around him as you came hard, his name only a half moan as your throat was sore from too much talking. The feeling had Omega holding back his own noise as he came too, still keeping up a mostly unaffected demeanor although that was far from the truth. Omega remained inside of you for a little while, stroking your cheek as you caught your breath, before pulling out and watching his cum ooze out of you.
A perfect sight. A perfect mark. A perfect claim.
As he came to, Omega sighed at the mess staining his hands. It wasnāt as nearly as satisfying as his little fantasy, but it was something nonetheless.Ā
Couldnāt you see? See his selfish need for you, see how his gaze burned into you at particular moments, or how he traced your collarbone for a few moments too long? If only he had a chance, he could give you pleasure beyond what his creator could give you, heād make sure of that. Any way you wanted it, heād make sure youād be blissed out.
ā¦ Well, regardless of his desires, Omega had to clean up and get back to work. Maybe if he was lucky, youād break into his lab despite him telling you he was busy and cuddle on his lap, unaware of his previous pastime.
You havenāt seen farmer!sukuna for three whole days. He had to go to the city to get you the grade-A flour you begged him to fetch to be able to make your bread, but a storm made him stay away from you for way longer than what you both can stand. When he fiinally comes back home, you stop swirling your beef stew, turn off the stove, and run to him. Your summer dress flows around you, and he grins, catching you effortlessly when you jump into his open arms.
āHey,ā you smile. It blinds him for a second.
āHey, wifey,ā he responds, matching smile on his face, already brushing his nose with yours.
His fingers dig into the fat of your thighs when your lips descend on his, and he walks you both to the couch while you manage to throw his straw hat on the ground. You grip his hair, savoring the taste of the hum coming out of his throat when you grip it a little bit harder. It tastes of familiarity, of comfort, and a little bit of desperation.
āDid you miss me?ā You ask him smugly, mumbling the words on his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting you two. You lick his upper lip with the tip of your tongue, teasing him, circling his head with your arms when he plops down on the worn-out cushions. He squints at you, but his lips still twitch to kiss you again, unable to resist the pull you have on him. His teeth graze your cheek, biting you softly, while his palms drag up and down your exposed legs.
His tanned, calloused fingertips nip your skin, but itās a pleasurable feeling. A feeling youāre used to. He smirks, groping one buttcheek hard, and forces you closer to his chest. The action makes you keen and sigh, your smile falling from your face to leave space for a trapped moan inside your mouth.
āDunno, I feel like ya missed me more,ā he murmurs between both rough and delicate kisses along your neck. Despite looking like that, all broad and menacing, the soft press of his lips on your skin is the most him thing heās ever showed you.
āI didnāt miss you-ā you half laugh, stopping briefly to caress his face. His smirk deepens and he kisses your ring finger right on your golden wedding band. ā-didnāt miss you at all.ā
His large palm moves under your frilly dress, coming down rather harshly on the glob of your ass, before soothing the sting with two little pats. You yelp, your head falling on his shoulder, trying to get even closer to his body heat. You feel his index finger moving along your panties, and he twirls the cotton around the digit before pulling it tight against the spot he knows you want him to pay attention to.
You hear him chuckle while you complain, already dizzy with wanting him all over you. Even though you're on top, you're still being engulfed by him.
āI know she missed me,ā he rasps, forcing you to keep your head in the crook of his neck by putting one sprawled hand on your hair.
āGive it to her, then,ā you whine, rolling your already damp underwear on the crotch of his jeans. His zip catches delightfully on your clit, and you softly moan in his neck.
āSure thang, ma. Whatevār my pretty wife wants,ā he snickers, quickly discarding his pants. He barely gets his boxers under his ass, swiping the head of his cock on the front of the panties he still has in a twist around his finger. You try lifting your head to give him a mean glare, but he forces you back against him. Then, he rips the cotton band, getting your whole weight in his free hand without straining at all, lifting you up.
āLet me kiss your other lips too, mh?ā He grunts, his lips brushing the side of your face.
āJust put it in, Sukuna,ā you talk back, frowning, getting your mouth wide open ready to bite him. Your teeth come down on his skin at the same time his dick starts sinking into you, the feeling of your bodies finally connecting making you clamp down on his throat.
āEaaasy, tiger,ā he chuckles mid whimper, patting your hair. āRelax that jaw, vampire.ā
āYou can leave a handprint on my ass and I canāt suck your blood?ā You pant, the perspiration from your breaths making the air you inhale so much hotter, his hand still deeply rooted on your scalp.
āIād let you mark my fuckinā heart, babe,ā he mumbles near your ear, his hand tightening on your hip. He lowers you down slowly, letting your wetness drip all over his length. Usually heād be a little rougher, and he loves how you love it, but since he also loves how tight and perfect you always feel, the fact he hasnāt fucked you in what feels like forever heightens his soft side.
āShit, relax down here too,ā he grumbles, his hand finally leaving your hair just to come rub little circles on your clit. You drop down lower by the second, and when heās buried to the hilt, he slams his lips on yours. He grips both your hips, surely leaving marks, gyrating them at the same rhythm his tongue tangles with yours.
āFuck yes. Missed this. Missed you,ā he grits out, fucked out expression on his face, cheeks tinted pink and eyes rolled back.
For the next thirty minutes he swallows your moans just like you devour his curses, a cacophony of whatās simply just you. Three days might be little for someone else, but not for you two, so used to spending each waking moment together that you were on the verge of calling him to come back to you at least 34 times today.
You ride him slow but desperate nonetheless, and he lets you jump up and down his cock to your heartās desire. He likes how you manage to have him wrapped around your pinky, even though he's double your size, and how your thighs are trembling since your pride won't let you ask him for help: it makes it all more fun when he drags you to the bathroom to clean you up. Maybe he'll sneak a little eating out session on the sink if he redeems you're still too sane.
Your dress is still on, just like his chest is still clad in his worn out t-shirt.
āMissed you so much. Wanā you to cum inside,ā you moan, baby hairs all over the place, and right now he thinks youāve never looked more beautiful. He smiles lazily, his hand coming up to your face to lower your head just enough to drag out a sentence between your lips.
can you make a fic about babykuna being a mommys girl, like shes all soft and sweet and like a baby with mommy, and a little menace with her papa
the duality of miss babykuna must be studied. because with you, aka kunamama, aka the love of her little life, she is an angel. an absolute sweetheart.
she proudly parades around in the outfits you put together for her, giggling as she twirls in the mirror, her little voice echoing, "mama, we match!"
she shows you her good marks in school before showing them to anyone else, clutching the paper in her tiny hands as she beams up at you. "look, mama! i did so good! are you proud?"
she wisely sits next to you whenever you're getting readyāwhether for a night out or just to bedāwatching you with wide, adoring eyes. "mama, when i get big, i wanna be just like you."
your little angel.
but with dadkuna? aka kunapapa? aka ryomen sukuna?
ā¦itās like something demonic is awakened. like a switch is flipped.
"papa, you wonāt believe what happened today."
sukuna barely glances up from his glass of whiskey, lounging on the couch with his arm lazily draped over the backrest. "yeah?"
"so thereās this girl in my coloring class?"
"mmhm?"
"she thinks sheās soooo cool," babykuna says, climbing up onto the couch beside him, crossing her little arms like a mob boss. āso i had to beat her.ā sukuna quirks a brow. "oh?"
"yes." she grinsādeviously. "she said her labubu was the best dressed in class. but i showed her mine andā" she claps her tiny hands together, cackling, "āshe cried papa. she cried.ā
sukuna takes a slow sip of his drink. "you made the mean girl cry by flexing your labubu?"
"yes." she tilts her chin up, victorious. sukuna smirks. "thatās my girl."
"i know," she replies, flicking her hair over her shoulder in the exact way sheās seen her papa do a hundred times. then she leans in, whispering, "also? guess who didnāt color inside the lines today?*"
"who?"
"the smartest boy in class."
"no way."
"yes way."
"and you?"
she smirks, eyes glinting like her fatherās. "perfection, papa."
"thatās my fucking girl," sukuna grins, holding his palm up. babykuna slaps her tiny hand against his. itās devil dad and devil daughter, thick as thieves. meanwhile, you stand in the doorway, arms crossed, watching the unholy alliance unfold.
"ā¦is this what happens when iām not around?" you deadpan.
"mama!" babykuna gasps, suddenly all sweetness again, running over to you and grabbing your hand. āpapa said a bad word!ā sukuna glares at her.
"you just called that kid a loser."
"*but you said the bad word, papa!"
sukuna groans, rubbing his temples. "you little traitor."
sukuna who hates nicknames. he thinks they're dumb, and doesn't want anyone shortening his name. and why would they? it would be nothing more than dulling his glory, and that was treacherous.
but, on everything that was holy, he hated when you called him 'sukuna'. just couldn't handle it, what a baby, huh? it just felt too informal, like you were just some person.
which you weren't. you were everything to him, the only measly human he'd ever allow in his presence. so, yeah, you got privileges.
"sukuna?" you'd ask, sometimes, wanting his attention. maybe you wanted him to look at this cute pair of boots you found, or a funny cat video.
he would ignore you.
you'd try again, "sukuna?" you think he hasn't heard you, but you can see his eyebrow twitch. "su- oh, my god. 'kuna. ryo. baby. darling. my precious."
and then, he'd look up. "yes, petal?"
"you're such a baby, you know that?"
"do you dare insult me?"
"yes," you deadpan. "now come over here, you big baby."
"tch. manners."
"please, come over here, you big baby."
doesn't matter, he would have succumbed to you, one way or another. he's weak for you like that.
imagine dottore w a chronically ill reader, who struggles with walking and movement in general. he would be so nice and soft :((( as a doctor hes seen it all. he would grab them stuff when they need it, get things set up and packed if they went out, and he would know every solution to any ache or pain :(( <33 i know hes just such a sweetheart to his favorite patient :3
Dottore is more than aware that you have trouble moving around and ensures you don't tire yourself more than you have to. His biggest solution to this was to create a method of high-speed communication - in other words, there's a button in your room that sends an alarm to the main lab (which at least one segment is always there) and then they can communicate with each other as to who will go to assist you. Of course, this is mostly used for medical reasons, however... you have used it to bring a segment over for some hugs and kisses if you need a recharge. Although you may feel guilty for calling them over so much, especially with their work, Dottore reaffirms that he'd prefer for you to do that rather than accidentally hurt yourself. Even though his words may seem gruff at times and you two have your arguments, he will never skip out on this duty to you.
Also, he and the segments have also become proficient in setting up dates in the lab. Despite how he's content to remain in his lab, he's smart enough to understand that life can get bleak when you have trouble moving around and can't always access the things you want to do. Therefore Dottore makes sure to choose activities that are always comfortable for you. Zandy favors fun board games. Everyone else likes chess - maybe four in a row too. (Has he gotten tipped off by Columbina a few times about bubble baths, the latest foreign book you wanted to be imported, a meal you've been craving, a new album of Radiant Spincrystals to listen to together? Perhaps.)
In all honesty, Dottore would prefer if you just stayed in the lab so he can keep a constant eye on you, but he knows that would lead to more unhappiness - so he just makes sure a segment always accompanies you. (Said segment gets kicked out if you happen to visit Columbina though.) The scholar also tries to install things where he can, mainly in your and his rooms, such as rails near your bed and bath so it's easier to get up. If you use any sort of mobility aids, you can bet he'll add some kind of feature to it too. I wager a button that shoots blue fireballs. Although many would say his knowledge was gained unethically, he has no qualms about continuing even if it makes you feel one percent better.
(Unfortunately, I am one of those who was excited in 5.0, only to absolutely hate the AQ's lack of characterization of... Everyone tbh. I won't spam unnecessary critique no one cares about, so instead I'll just keep doing what I always did. Drawing Capi.)
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