pairings: heianera!sukuna x f!reader
tags: fluff, sfw, crack, super cutesy stuff, not so valentines tho..
a/n: softkuna nation rise!!1!1!
“My lord… we have tried, but her lady just doesn’t seem to let go of her sour mood…”
Uraume whispered to Sukuna, who stood beside them with his big, burly arms crossed, the lower pair resting on his hips and a look of slight confusion on his face, mixed with his permanent scowl.
In front of them both stood you, your arms crossed and expression one of a grumpy cat, bottom lip jutted out as you glared up at your husband, who seemed to be a little closer now.
“Do not 'wife' me, Ryomen Sukuna.”
The man had come back home after weeks of destroying villages and tending to matters, and he made sure to come back soon enough so that Uraume and the other servants wouldn’t have to face the wrath of a pregnant wife.
Unfortunately, he misjudged how quickly your mood changes. Uraume has kept him updated through letters, and he knows you haven’t been feeling quite jolly the past few days.
He did not realise his ‘matters’ would take so long.
Thus, an angry wife on Valentine's morning.
“ I took care of all of your whims and fancies before I left. I should not be receiving half a dozen letters from Uraume every week regarding your distaste for the holiday decorations put up as per your interests.”
He said simply, looking down at you. He shows less emotion, but anyone could tell that the King of Curses is hoping his wife doesn't maul his face off with her claws at the moment.
All you did was scrunch your face in further defiance, which left Sukuna with no option other than to iterate the same expression, but in a more serious manner.
"Do I have to make you speak, wife?"
"You are a horrible husband."
You said, before turning around and stomping back into the open garden, leaving your husband and his attendant both confused.
Uraume then looked at Sukuna, their eyes conveying enough words for the King to understand just how unpredictable his wife has been.
He silently sits down beside you as you sit with your back against the tree trunk, fiddling with the wild flowers surrounding the patch of grass, his gaze settled on your pathetic and frustrated little pout.
He may be the lord himself, but lord save him.
He gruffs out, pushing a bowl of fresh-cut peach slices towards you the same way one would push a bowl of rotting fish towards a stray cat in hopes the cat eats it and then snuggles them.
Sukuna had the same mental image, hoping you'd fall for the bait like the cat would.
But you don't even spare him a glance. And he realises that he keeps forgetting-- for you, he's just your cute little demon king husband. Not the fearful King of Curses.
"You can raise hell for all I care. I know you hate me."
You said casually, your brows furrowed as you spoke. You know you're being a little shit, a little insufferable, but again, getting under his skin was the only thing which could make up for him not even being home for Valentine's week.
Sukuna has to swallow down all his pride this time when he shifts just a little closer to you, plucking the flower you held out of your fingers and setting it down. Under usual circumstances, he would have crumpled the pitiful thing up and thrown it elsewhere.
"And why would I hate you?"
His brows furrowed like he wanted to show you he's annoyed by your behaviour, but his voice betrayed his feigned indifference.
You finally looked at him, getting up from your spot on the grass.
"You hate me because burning down villages was more important than staying home with your wife, your valentine!"
Sukuna stayed silent for a moment, but then he heaved out a heavy sigh, having the nerve to massage his forehead with his thumb and index just to show you how stupid your reasoning is.
But it's not stupid, and he knows that.
"You should know that every time I set out on my expeditions, I come back home after weeks."
He tried to reason, but you were quick to shoot back.
"But you didn't even send a letter! And now you're acting like I'm being insufferable."
"You are being insufferable,"
Sukuna said. You stood up and walked away, and his brows furrowed.
"Where do you think you're going?"
You turned your head back to face him, still scowling.
"Away from you because you clearly hate me!"
"At least eat the peaches, brat!"
You said, before angrily waddling off the green fields, while he sat there, a low 'tch' leaving his mouth as he grabbed the bowl of peaches ungracefully and threw the pieces of fresh cut fruit into his mouth.
"And what else is on that list?"
Uraume doesn't speak further, sweatdropping as they show Sukuna the list of food items, before dropping the paper until it unfurled and... hit the floor.
A pregnant woman and her demands. No wonder you're his wife.
Sukuna's eyes were closed shut, a deep sigh leaving his lips, and a vein popping out on his forehead.
A moment of silence passed by, which was spent with Sukuna trying to understand what he's done to be deprived of his 'usually-sweet-wife's' kisses and cuddles, while Uraume's gaze flickers across the hall in hopes of anything to break the silence.
"My lord... the chefs have been working since morning to complete all the food items listed, and--”
Sukuna said, his eyes opening now as Uraume looked up at their master with their eyes wide and mouth agape.
"... How much is there left to cook?"
Sukuna knew he'd regret the answer.
"More than half the list, my lord."
There's only one way to make it up to you, and the night before he left, he remembered you sleep-talking and muttering different food items under your breath.
All in between you going "honk-mimi" the entire night. So, as the loving and dutiful husband Sukuna is, of course, he would recreate every dish you had listed off that night. And that list was quite... long. But after hours of slaving away and taste-testing (devouring) the food with his stomach-mouth, he was finally done.
"Don't fight me, woman. You will like it."
He muttered as he tried to pick you up and jostle you awake, but you've been ignoring him since last night and are continuing to do so, your brows furrowing as you grumbled.
You said before face planting onto the pillow, and Sukuna made an audible sound of dissatisfaction as he maneuvered you till your bloated tummy was not pressing against the mattress.
"Can't even sleep properly."
He muttered, and you sharply turned your head back towards him, glaring.
"I'm already angry at you, and you're still being mean!"
You said, making him sigh. You're right, he's... not been very 'loving' since he arrived back home. Not like he ever is, his way of expressing love is being mean.
But right now you need him to be sweet to you, and you need him to be considerate of your mood swings, which you don't even know are in full swing right now, and if that's what gets you to finally let him carry you down to the dining hall, then so be it.
He murmured now, leaning down and brushing your hair away from your pouty face. He pauses, then lets out a deep, deep sigh.
He whispered, trying to hold back a grimace and hiding it by kissing your temple gently. Man, he hates apologizing.
"Will you let me redeem myself? Give me the chance to, at least?"
This was so out of character for him. He hates this. But also, the way your entire face softens, and the pout disappears, makes him think that for once, apologizing might be worth it.
And that's how you end up bundled up in his arms, being carried to the dining hall by his four arms cocooning you against him.
"This better be worth it, Kuna-"
You're cut off by the heavenly, mouth-watering scent of food. Lots and lots of delicious food. You look ahead to see the dining hall table, long and stretching endlessly with heaps of dishes, and catching a glimpse of a few- no, almost everything you've been craving.
Your wide-eyed expression makes Sukuna smirk just a slight bit.
"Bein' all pouty and grumbly for nothing, huh?"
He said, his gaze on you as you looked at him with huge eyes full of shock, hunger, and love that transcends your love for eating till you drop.
"Because my pregnant, pouty nuisance of a wife is always hungry and demanding. So I, the great King of Curses-"
He looks at you, and his smirk only widens. You grab his shoulders, and you mirror his expression with a wide smile.
"You cooked all of this for me?"
You asked, and if you weren't in his arms right now, you'd probably be jumping up and down with excitement right now.
Nothing can compare to the feeling of overwhelming fondness that takes over his heart at the moment. He walks over to the seat laid out for him and you, sitting down and placing you on his lap as he kisses your temple, before giving one of your cheeks a little pinch.
"Go ahead, wife. Eat to your heart's content."
He said, and you inspected the dining table with sparkly eyes. In no time, your cheeks were stuffed full with food, and Sukuna was all soft-eyed with the faintest smile on his lips, watching you eat and letting you feed him momentarily. But he was feeding you most of the time.
"Does the wife forgive me now?"
His arms pulled you closer into his chest, thumb brushing away a crumb from your mouth as he put his forehead against your temple.
You smile, cheeks still puffed up like a chipmunk storing chestnuts inside its mouth, "Call me your valentine first."
You demanded with a little grin, gulping down your food. Sukuna rolls his eyes, shaking his head.
"... My wife. My nuisance of a valentine."
He mutters with irritation under his breath, but the underlying hint of fondness and the kiss he places on your cheek after contrasts with his tone enough.
a/n: cause i missed valentines day and it was my birthday two days ago and I wanted sukuna fluff :3
dividers: @enchanthings @suupersonic
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