“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.
mommy!sugu on the brain... just imagining the first time you refered to him as that and just!! you have melted my brain with your posts i need more
Anon i feel personally responsible for this newfound interest of yours, i insist that you let me take care of it.
He's literally just....the most doting, motherly, tending, caring man to ever walk this planet , how could you NOT LOVE HIM??? He ties your shoe laces for you and cooks your food and bathes you and makes sure you dont leave the house unless you're dressed in warm clothes and talks to you in a baby voice when you're being pouty and fussy its so sick 😔
THE FIRST TIME YOU CALL HIM MOMMY!!! yes, oh my god, he would be caught off guard, that's for sure. He's in the middle of cooking dinner for the both of you, and out of no where you call him mommy and he slowly turns around to look at you like this 🤨 then chuckles and goes "mommy huh? You're so sweet, baby" Then it's back to stirring his pot 😭😭 he responds this way because to him, taking care of you like this runs in his blood, it's such a normal thing to him he actually never expected you to find it unusual, if anything suguru thinks you should raise your standarts a tiny bit lmaoo.
But he does think about it during dinner when you've both sat down to eat, he's noticeably silent the whole time, when it's time to clean up, you pick up your dishes and he stops you with a hand on your waist and a smile then goes "let mommy take care of it" before smearing an exaggerated kiss on your cheek <– horrible man, I'd faint Victorian noble woman style.
i hate working in fast food like yesss king talk to me like im a dog and treat me like shit as i think abt how i can’t make rent this month. or abt how groceries are out of the question. or my silent prayer that i don’t have two consecutive days off bc not eating for days in a row is rlly getting to me. but yea ill hurry up and get ur food i understand that ppl w “real jobs” are busy!!
hi guys it’s not hard to make ur x reader fics racially ambiguous :3 hi guys it’s not hard to make ur x reader fics racially ambiguous :33 hi guys it’s not- *gunshot*
writing smth for this soon i HAVE TOOOO U DONT UNDERSTAND
mdni!! (´ω`)
so if i said aizawa daddy kink would u guys boo me. if i said aizawa softly comforting u while ur taking his cock with soft coos of “it’s okay, baby. daddy’s here, you can let go.” WOULD U SAY NO????
LIKE I DONT EVEN MEAN LIKE “rough alpha daddy dom 😈” NO!!!!!!! i mean soft soft sex w slow thrusts and gentle kisses and maybe some tears on ur end where he is just so devoted to making u feel good and comfy and uggggh. uggggggggh!!!!!!
okay so hi. it ended up angsty LMAO pls don’t hate me
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baby, my phone!! by yameii online
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college student! tenko shimura x popular! reader
my first ever smau aaaaa!!! this is a quirk-free college au teehee (for my sanity pls note each of these conversations take place like days/weeks apart. pls.)
pt 2!!
cw’s!!: one or two kys/die jokes, dry texter tenko (i luv him), gn! reader, and the fastest burn you’ve ever seen (i have no patience)
Satoru pulled up a chair and sat in front of you, well, he sat in the chair backwards but was still facing you- how he was sitting wasn't the point.
No, what got you focused was the way he was staring at you.
"Want to play twenty questions?"
The simple question eased your heart a bit, "sure! I'll go first."
Your smile was bright, blinding even.
You thought over a question for a bit before deciding on something simple to start things off. Mentally ticking down a number one as you marked off your first ask.
"What's your favorite color?"
Satoru gaze was lazer focused on you, "Digimon. Do you love me?"
grinding on hairy and domestic toji’s stomach while you kiss
WE R OURPLE
dyeing my hair purple today :p