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“love is worthless” said by sukuna..

yet turns into a “after all this time, i did love you.” he mumbles while holding a cheek into his palm. “naturally, i was going to love you.” fluff but angsty.

“did you ever love me, sukuna?” you mumble, watching him stand with a small smiled face, but remained straight.

“i suppose so.” he shrugs, having a young uruame in his hand as they stood next to him. “thats.. what i guess love feels like.”

“how the hell should i know what love feels like for you?” you spit, his face not wavering, but your heart demanding answers. “you have left me on my own many times before. even in death.”

“i didnt want to do so, y/n.” he says, looking down in his true state. “there were many times i wanted to protect you.”

“and yet, you didnt.”

“when i should have, if i say that i did .. love you.” he admits, patting the childs head and still watching you breakdown. “it felt wrong when you died, i mean that.”

“and yet, who allowed that to happen, ryomen?” you spit, turning your back and wiping your water line of your eyes.

a hand is on your shoulder, and you turn to see him.

“it felt right when you were around, for so long.” he says, a straight but fruitful face. “you had been with me for years, even when i tried to banish you.” he pulls you in closer.

you only listen, hearing uruame sniffle.

“if i vowed you something—“ he says, bending down to your height. “would you believe everything?”

“i might as well, you wouldnt let me not believe it.”

“i vow to love you.” he says, a few fingers meddling in your hair. “i vow to actually protect you. now, and in a new life. ill choose a different path.”

you remain quiet, watching his hand reach out and beg for you to take his. you place your hand into his, and sigh. “you vow?”

“ill seal it.”

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

oh. oh wow. mhm. yep. gulps.

mdni!! ^^

my phones overheating so i have to make this quick BUT sukuna fucking u with both of his cocks while uraume watches.

the only reason sukuna invited them to watch at all was bc he noticed the lingering glances uraume would give u and thought it would be amusing to watch them try to stay composed. they’re gripping onto their kimono while ur whining out their name, begging for them to touch u.

mmmmffffff yea i need to write a drabble for this soon. (id leave sukuna in a heartbeat for them)

sukuna fans u may be getting smth later this week ive been thinking abt his stomach mouth and i need to sit on it so

mdni pls :p

ugggh getting mouthy w sukuna and he just sticks two thick fingers down ur throat to shut u up….. he just laughs when u gag and drool around them, even going as far as licking up the trail of spit rolling down ur chin :( he does it so shamelessly too!! doesn’t matter who’s around :((

and u know that he’s holding back just so he doesn’t completely humiliate u. if it were up to him he’d be forcing one of his cocks down ur throat the second u started talking back, location be damned.

he’s so nasty i hate him (lie)

I’m sick but still getting this out chat 🫡

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part one / part two / part three / part four (you’re here!!!) / part five / ???

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Teaching Sukuna how to cook wasn’t as simple as you expected it to be.

At first, he constantly told you about how he was the king of curses, and didn’t need to cook for himself. And then, he used Uraume, saying that they could cook for him.

Of course, being the self-centred jackass he is, you knew this would come up; but you never really thought about him.. yknow, touching the stove.

You started off simple, with Kraft Mac n Cheese.

He’ll get it pretty easily, right?

Oh, just how wrong you were.

First, you handed him the pot and told him to fill it with water. And of course, he made a fuss about how he wasn’t to be pushed around at his position.

Either way, he did it, obviously.

There wasn’t a problem there, nor was there a problem them you showed him how to turn the burner on.

“This contraption is odd.” He said bluntly, as if he wasn’t over a thousand years old.

You gave a laugh, of course, before making small talk as you waited for the water to boil.

Once the water started to boil, you helped him pour the noodles in after taking the cheese packet out.

Although, his curiosity got the better of him and he simply put one of his fingers into the water. You immediately began to fret, after all, he’s just put his hand into boiling water.

“Why are you panicking? It’s simply warm water.” The King of Curses scoffed at your panicking.

Makes sense why his baths are hotter than the surface of the sun now…

Needless to say, he’s not one for cooking.

in love with this rn istfg

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part one / part two / part three (you’re here!!) / part four / part five / ???

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besides teaching Ryōmen Sukuna how to drive, and how to play video games, you’re also stuck teaching him how to use a TV.

at first, he really couldn’t care less, but questions did pop up here and there.

“…what is this.. large moving picture frame?” he asks, clearly showing his age through the simple question.

when you answer, he rolls his eyes and simply walks away.

as days pass, you find him standing in front of the TV more and more, all four arms crossed over his torso.

“I must admit, this is.. entertaining. How is it used?” He asks, looking at the TV with a stern face.

You hand him the remote, and he takes it, albeit confusedly.

“And what do you expect me to do with this.. tiny rectangle?” You had to choke back your laughter as he responds.

You have to continuously explain how the remote works, and it takes a half hour before he finally gets it.

He scrolls through the channels, stopping on one with a cartoon.

His brows furrow as he watches the new show, somehow entertained by it.

“What is this.. show called?” He asks, his eyes firm on the television.

You hold back laughter as he seemingly entertains himself with a kids show.

“It’s- it’s called Bluey, ‘Kuna” You respond, a hand over your mouth as you try to hold back laughter.

“…Bluey? What an idiotic name..” He says, although still firmly watching the talking cartoon dog.