In the King of Curses’ residence habited his servants and his most favoured mortal. Despite what people would think of his sadistic demeanour, it all seemed to melt away at the sight of his little human. And it seemed to be happening once again.

Laying on the fanciest bed he had, the King of Curses himself was resting, or at least trying to. His mortal’s constant squirming on his lap, with their hands squishing his cheeks wasn’t helping.

Sukuna, whom you always refer to him as, tried to hold back a long sigh as you said ‘boop’ for the 100th time now.

It was a ‘game’ you often liked to play, in which it consisted in squishing his cheeks, while the word ‘boop’ would be said at each squish. He used to think it was awfully adorable, something he’d never admit. He was the King of Cruses, after all.

“Darling, stop with this nonsense.” He mumbled, his eyes closed. Keeping up with your goofy antics would get tiring.

Ignoring his protests, you didn’t falter your affectionate assault on his cheeks. He barely managed to hold back a groan of annoyance, deciding instead to snake his arms around your waist, pulling you down on top of him.

“Know your place.” He commanded more sternly this time. He rested his forehead against yours, boring his red eyes into yours in an attempt to intimidate you. He often did this; pulling the King of Curses card, showing his superiority. As for you, fear wasn’t an emotion available if he was around. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Unintimidated, you smiled and gave him a peck on the lips, before playing with his pink hair.

“You mortals always think you can defy” Sukuna grunted out, seemingly pretending to be irritated at your various displays of affections.

He was the King of Curses, after all.