It’s YOUR job to nag the King of Curses.

“It’s just some blood, I’ve laid down with worse.” Sukuna stated as you lifted his large bottom arm, examining it thoroughly. Traces of blood were amongst it, the sight of it making your stomach twist slightly. Being engaged to Sukuna wasn’t easy, most times he never showed affection or love towards you, but you knew deep down that he truly cared for you.

Sukuna was about to say something snarky, but recently he’d learned to fear you a bit more. Being his lover meant he couldn’t hurt you, but you sure as hell could ‘hurt’ him. Pain didn’t always have to be physical.

Silent treatment, nagging, lecturing him endlessly about hygiene. Those were pains of his life if he wasn’t up to your stupid standards.

“I’ll shower in a second. I’m tired, sweetheart.” The King groaned lowly, trying to buy your sympathy.