₍^. .^₎⟆ sukuna vs his wife's mini-me's ft. true-form!sukuna & your five mini-me's cw, pregnancy, childbirth, f!reader ⋆ all ages can interact! i got inspired by this pin! lingli & gyokuyou are so cute & i love the thought of girl-dad!kuna
sukuna loves you more than he thought he could actually love a person, but it just had to be you. you have consumed his life, six times over, in the form of five versions of you. all chubby-cheeked, pure-eyed, and squealing. you were once the only person worthy of regard until your five daughters came along. now it's all of you against him, clearly keeping his hands full and days long.
your relationship was normal, for the most part. sukuna had come across you near a pond as you ventured off with little regard for your safety or surroundings. your feet were dipped into the shallow water, away from the festivities of new year’s in the town you lived in. you sipped from the pond, a vile habit as you popped your slender finger into your mouth with a delighted hum and faint smile at the flavor. he’d come to find out that you just thought that all water resources provide drinking water, like it’s ready to drink! the water has minerals, you think?
anyhow, you became his wife not long after, as he had his eyes set on you and formally introduced himself. he’d refer to you as lady or woman, while you would drawl out a whiny kunaaa whenever calling for him. he began calling you wife after your marriage, maybe a bit too much. he had a contempt for when you’d call him just husband, thinking ahead as he needed a fitting name in front of others, or so you thought! it dwelled in the back of his mind at times, did your feelings change? until you’d start up with kuna whenever you were in bed or in private together. he didn’t enjoy it when you pushed to give him curt nods in front of others. you’re his wife, and people must be aware.
you loved every detail of him, sukuna often waking to your delicate hands stroking his face. you’d sometimes tickle the mouth on his stomach; others had seen it as grotesque, for whatever reason. he has no idea why you’d waste your sleep on these little things and stay up doing whatever it is you’re doing. his sets of eyes would open suddenly, flickering over to you sitting up in bed. his arms cross over you, “go back to bed, wife.” you’d curl up closer to him, against his nude chest, and doze off fast. you are nothing like him at all. tender, considerate, very endearing, as expected of the woman to become his wife and the sole person in his life he cares passionately about. he’s potent, competent, threatening— some might just say a monster. everyone tells him his offspring will be great, like their father.
so when you do conceive his child, your first pregnancy of four, twins at that. yours and his servants alike would tell him it was only predestined you’d bear twins due to his genes and sure to produce outstanding heirs for the throne. your bump protruded with life, your children growing ample and strong. you were proud of the life you were creating with him. “kunaa, can you please massage my calves?” you press soft kisses along his jaw with your hand resting against your belly. you smile sweetly at him, truly expecting him to do it!
his eyes are piercing, brows furrowed with his lip curling into a scowl. “why would i do that?” he retorts, crossing his arms over his chest as your eyes gleam up at him, your lips pressing a kiss to his furrowed brows. “because i loove you! so you’d do it,” your finger drags down his chest to the knot of his robes, “and… for your children.” he sighs, propping your legs over his lap and tuts, glancing away as sukuna starts massaging the backs of your calves. you swear he’s trying to break your legs or something, sukuna’s got ham-hocks for hands. “ow! what’s wrong with you?” you yelp, even his expression startled at you, suddenly jerking. “deal with it. you asked me, didn’t you?” he mutters under his breath, yet his hands take a different approach, milder and with more cautiousness now. your head bobbles cheerily. “you’re going to be a good father to our babies.” sukuna meets your eye, letting out a slight grunt. “of course. those are my heirs,” he’d know, everyone has said it— his heirs will be born nothing short of excellence.
your twins were born on a fairly clear day. from night to morning, you panted through contractions as nursemaids tended to you. sukuna stood outside your corridor, only left to linger until the impending delivery of your heirs. your nursesmaids arrived momentarily to bring him to your side, “my lord— your heiresses have been born, they’re being bathed now.” he hesitates, almost as if he heard the women speak wrong. heiresses? soft gurgles and shrill squeaks fill the calm air, further behind the women, belonging to two small bundles in your and a nursemaid's arms. his heiresses, his delicate daughters— look every bit of you and only you. they didn’t inherit a single trait of his.
they’re both chubby little things, not even able to twist their neck or form a real smile, lips twitching in effort. “my two little heiresses.” he takes one daughter into his large hands, looming next to the bed. from their hair to their feet, they’re your mini-me’s. your lips curl up into a peaceful smile, drained due to the long labor. “she looks like you!” sukuna huffs. he doesn’t see it at all. your daughter's eyes blink open— your pupils stare up at him, slightly baby-grey, but undoubtedly going to turn to the exact color of yours. your other daughter is just as identical to you as this one. “she doesn’t. these two, my heiresses, will go on to do extraordinary things.” you smooch their tiny heads, soft wisps brushing against your lips.
sukuna peers over the bassinet. those two gurgling, cooing at him. they’re in fact not menacing like him— not even an ounce of fire. “i think she’s hungry!” you pull your daughter into your arms, bouncing her gently as you prepare to nurse her again. they don’t even cry out in frustration, they both whimper and flail, their bottom lip jutting out and eyes wet with fresh tears. she immediately squeals, nursing in pure elation. “good girl!” sukuna often time sees you with the twins in your arms, tone delicate and hands tender. “tch.” he sighs, your remaining daughter being lifted out of the bassinet by him. “don’t you know who your father is?” he murmurs, your baby girl only cramming a fist in her mouth with a drooly smile, burbling. they don’t even cry at the sight of him. how is this possible?
he doesn’t know how you persuaded him, but you did. he’s sleeping soundly with an arm secured around you— “papa!” he scowls instantly, his eyes opening toward the edge of yours and his shared bed. five matching pupils stare back at him with identical hands pressed to their mouths to cover their giggles. you’ve given birth to five monsters that all look like you, talk like you, and press his buttons like you. “go bug your mother,” he snorts, but still adjusts himself seemingly enough for his daughters to wriggle into bed at his side. they clamber up and clutch onto him, “kuna?” you mumble, your voice faint and weary. his head turns back ever-so slightly to peek at your face— as if his life isn’t consumed every day by your face now. the only difference is these ones are tiny and chubbier. “just relax, it’s only the brats.” your girls curl up to him, baby hands and chubby feet pushing into his abdomen and gripping onto him.
they aren’t even terrified to drool on him while he should be getting his sleep, something your five daughters lack. your eldest twins erupt in muffled giggles, the middle twins are curled up by his legs, while your youngest daughter is now lying against his broad chest. sukuna feels soft puffs of her breath on his skin, her lips smacking in her sleep. he fights the urge to gripe when you sit up with your back against the headboard. “give her here, kuna.” he hesitates to hand her over. your baby girl blinks sleepily, wide eyes peeking up at sukuna, her beloved father. her eyes gleam, mouth agape with a wide gummy smile, pounding her hands against his chest. “i’ll keep her.” he stares back at his daughter, taking her much smaller hand with merely two fingers. his eyes close, and he rests his immense calloused hand on her diapered bottom.
“got her for tonight. just sleep, take care of my other brat, wife.” his eyes don’t even open to glance over to you, already knowing you’ll fall back right to sleep. your girls sprawl out in your shared bed, drooling on him and holding onto your nightgown. his hand pats the bedding— “she’s not a brat,” you whisper, yawning. he finds your swollen belly, resting his hand over your where your sixth child is growing. “sure she isn’t. my next heiress will be all you. won’t be a lick of me when she arrives.” he’s accepted it, this life full of you, his wife and daughters. as they grow, they resemble every trait of you more and more with each day. even your own personality and habits.
when this one arrives, he won’t trade his wife and his girls for the world. maybe, just maybe— sukuna secretly loves his brats. the greatest gift is to have more of you in his life. even if they drool and never get the hang of inside voices, or are such benign creatures who wail over tiny blemishes, and him not understanding how mommy does it. he would gladly accept even more of your girls, time and time again. he doesn’t desire for a single thing to change. not even wishing for an ounce of his attributes in your girls, solely you. his tiny heiresses will do just fine because they are like his wife, their mother, you. sukuna wishes your family to stay this way, eternally.
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