UGHHHH I JUST READ THE HOT TATTED UNC SUKUNA LAAAAAWWWEDDDDDD
MOTHER CAN WE PLEASE HAVE AN EPILOGUE MAYBE WHERE THEY HAVE THEIR OWN KIDS OR SOME
AND MAYBE READER IS STILL A TEACHER AND SUKUNA WAITS FOR HER OUTSIDE HER CLASSROOM AND MAYBE SOMETIMES EVEN SITS ON THOSE TINY ASS CHAIRS TELLING STORIES TO KIDS
PLEAAAASEEE BLESS ME WITH ITTT🩷🩷🩷
You know what.... Thats not a bad idea.
Ps. this is a quick little blurb cause i was losing it tryong to write a bunch- forgive me lol
GET OFF HER (Unkuna/Uncle! Sukuna! x Reader!)
Your back aches as you try your best to squat and grab your dropped pencil. A heavy sigh leaves your lips along with a groan, face contorting with a kick from your unborn son....son #3 in fact.
"Here you go, Mrs. L/n!" One of your students, Nobara, offered, handing you the once dropped writing utensil.
"Thank you dear," You sigh, shuffling back to your desk before your phone buzzes to life.
Huzz-band: How's my girl (sent 2 minutes ago)
You look around before responding, baby kicking around your stomach with plenty of energy
Reply: Fine, your son is insanely active right now (sent now)
You type, holding your bump. You were about 6 months along, and everyone insisted you go on maternity leave, but you refused. Just because you were pregnant didn't mean you couldn't work just as hard as before.
Sukuna had been super supportive, of course, he had his complaints about you working too hard and that you needed to be taken care of (by him, of course)
Huzz-band: Omw with your lunch. What kind of psycho asks for a pickle sandwich and sriracha dipping sauce? And then you put chocolate banana milk on top. Youre insane (sent now)
A faint giggle leaves your lips as the bell rings for your students to pack up for lunch. They each smile and wave at you, as you sit at your desk, eyes resting as your baby insists on giving you hell, kicking, flipping, and using his itty bitty fists to push on your bladder.
With a sigh, you close your eyes, hoping your child would relax, and thank god he did.
Until the classroom door opened and your doting husband decided to open his giant mouth.
"How you doin wifey?"
Anddddd just like that, the kicking and rolling were instantaneous.
"Damn it Ryo i just got him to chill outtt!" You whine, holding your belly.
Sukuna chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your temple while moving his much larger palm over your own, the kicking coming to a slow but sure stop.
"Why do you keep doing this to me." You scoff, dropping your head onto his shouder in defeat.
"If I recall, you were the one saying, 'oh, oh please Ryo, cum in me! I need it-' " He taunts, chuckling harder when you smack his shoulder.
"Enough!" You pout, moving away to get towards the delicious sounding sandwhich that had been promised.
You open the bag, setting everything out before finally, the sour smell of pickles makes your throat tighten.
You must have cringed or done a mini-gag because Sukuna immediately placed his hand onthe small of your back, pushing the food away
"Doesn't sound good anymore, huh, angel?" He sighs, your eyes welling with tears.
"I...I really wanted it too. It sounded so good in my head, and now I feel like I'm gonna frow upppp..." You whisper, salty tears of defeat rolling down your cheeks.
"I hate this...GET THIS PARASITE OUT OF MEEE! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" You yelp, gripping his shirt, now manic.
"Whoa, okay, let's just...uhhh. Shit, baby, I'm sorry. Okay? C'mon." He sighs, pulling his car keys from his pocket.
"Nooooo, my lunch is only 30 inutesss. I can't go anywhere right nowww." You're sobbing again, in pure disappointment. And now your stomach is rumbling as your son demands food.
"Okay, okay. I'll just bring you back something else." Sukuna hums, kissing your temple before shoving your prior craving back into the bag.
"I'm gonna puke on you if I see that goddamn bottle."
He puts his hand up in defeat, exiting your room, but not before placing a loving kiss on your temple.
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Your class was quietly working, silent reading time seeimgign to calm your baby as you play smooth jazz through the speaker...
And suddenly, kicking. But only because of the sweet smell of chicken fingrs flaoting into your room form th classroom.
And soon enough, your baby is doingbackflips when his father walks into the room.
"You got me chicken??" You sigh dreamily, eyes almost heart-shaped
"Ouhh my momma let me eat that!" One student chimes, eyes bout as wide as yours at the styrofoam box and large lemonade.
"I bet she does. scram kid-'
"Ryo, you can't talk to my students like that." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"C-Can Mr. Y/N's husband read to us while you eat Mrs. Y/n?"
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So there he sits, all 6 feet and 7 inches, hulking frame, in this teeny tiny kindergarten chair.
Reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
His brows are slightly furrowed, and you can't help but chuckle as he raises a brow, questioning why the hell this bug ate all that.