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Childhood trio Pt. Burgers 🍔

Caleb: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times.

Zayne: I hope you understand how food poisoning works.

Caleb: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger I couldn’t eat.

MC: That's true. He ate many of my food experiments.

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#Caleb would look around then looked away. School has already been over; in fact, he is past an hour. He is looking for a perfect spot in school. And when he is satisfied, he would grab your arm and pull you into an empty music room. Before dropping your arms from his grip, he takes a few steps back because he wants you to come running into his arms before he crushes his lips against you. Gods know how many romance novels he read behind his parents' and Zayne's backs to get the thoroughly enjoyed and well-versed First Kiss. No Caleb is smart he doesn't want to kiss under the bench and call it a day. He wants you to know what kiss is so even if you get your hands on those smutty novels, he knows that you know how your man kisses naturally.

When you come running into his arms, he twirls you to provoke a genuine laugh. Caleb again is a simple guy; he smiles to see you smile. So when you smile, he smiles louder in a challenging way. To which you never back down. He edged in for a spell; it felt like he was eager to see if your lips harmonized with his, and sweet mercy, he had never tasted anything on his lips so delightful, not even a scrumptious ice cream he stole from your hands. Something much better and sweeter. He didn't even let your feet touch the ground; he held your hips before pushing his lips against yours. I never learned this from those trashy novels, but as anyone can guess, he deepened into the space with your lips. He knows the drill; heck, he made color-coded notes the first time in this life because you think this method is clinically, mythologically, mythically, scientifically accurate and tested by Jesus to memorize things.

1. You initiated a kiss but made her comfortable—well, you jumped on him. He made you laugh like an idiot.

2. You leaned in at the start to see if the your beloved is interested—well, you didn't slap so he is good!

3. Slowly hold the body of your beloved to guide—he has a dead grip on you from the start.

Caleb is an Attentive Guy. But he kicked this quality of his with associated the movement you flimsy runs your mouth to mimic you little pip-squeak. He smiles before he sucks your bottom lip; he did see your teenage body shiver in his confusion but always so persistent, and you wrapped your hands around his neck, pushing yourself closer; Caleb no longer needs to lean in. You are up to his nose. He never met someone so equal and his at the same time. He tilted his face to find a rhythm; he was moving his lips fast but not at a scary rate.

7. Don't push; let your beloved know that they need to enjoy this shared movement together.

All of these color-coded charts show how to kiss someone thrown away the second your tongue gazes at his. Onto this logical reasoning, he knows you want to breathe, but dear lord. He tightens his grip—nodding into himself—praying for dear heaven as he pushes his tongue inside your warm mouth, the first "don't" in his chart.

28. Never push your tongue inside her mouth on a first kiss—first date.

Initially, he let his tongue run wild and free inside your mouth before slowing down the pace, letting you have a space if it was even psychologically possible. But you let out a disappointing noise as you felt this slow change of momentum. To follow through with the chase for elevation, you take the initiative, tightening your grip around his neck and curling your smooth tongue around his, flipping the narrative. Orders were flimsy; drill was never made. Yet charges were shifting. You moved to suck his lips in a brief pause of breath. Your lips were never apart before sucking it all over again. But he can see you are truly tired, kissing his mid-air to maintain a rhythm. Which is the biggest no in his book called "Rules to Live By for Caleb - Never Let Pip-Squeak Be Frustrated," which has enough range of motivations he claims your lips again. With conviction and affection, you without hesitation match his action with flow. As if you studied his color coded Notes. Color coded notes which include reference drawings, do's and don'ts, appropriate spots, appropriate times, and Precautions. YES PRECAUTIONS

Muscle fatigue is real. This can dampen the whole experience.

Caleb is A Caring Guy. the studies diversely to understand the one must put their put down at the right time. He sees you investing every ounce of core strength into this delicate balance. Your body steadies itself in his arms, a testament to trust and poise. In this intimate moment, you embrace vulnerability, dancing between stability and surrender. With each breath, you create a seamless connection, gracefully defying the odds. And you seem not to be someone to do so. He gradually begins strolling toward the long-forsaken piano without interrupting the kiss he caringly positioned on it, keeping you close while gliding his hands over your back as if he is shifting the pace of his lips from vigorous to soft and slow, ultimately pulling back, beaming, observing a giggle as he caught sight of your rosy cheeks and gently pursed lips before snickering.

"What was that Pip-squeakkk?"

A/n: I dreamt this, so world building is ass. I woke up and chose to write an extra long kissing scene.

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running a hand through his golden locks before looking you at his peripheral vision "Financial advice, huh?" he muttered, sitting on his chair. "Well, that's a bit more reasonable."his expression remained fixed. "What's it about? And try to make it quick, I've got a meeting in twenty minutes." He glanced at the clock on his wrist, tapping his keyboard impatiently working on some balance sheet yet again.

"Well consider this if I solely submitting my Assets to someone I know in Hope's to return after sometime how can i ask it back with interest perhaps?

"Any written Contract?"

"Nope"

"That's not exactly wise," he stated bluntly,

"But, if it's that important to you, then you need to sit them down and explain your situation clearly." He picked up a pen and started to twirl it between his fingers, his mind already calculating potential outcomes.

"Be assertive, but not aggressive. People are more likely to respond positively when they don't feel threatened." He slowly stood up from his chair, considering your case further.

Instinctively nodding. Nanami's stern demeanor momentarily faltered as he felt your soft hands grabbing his manly shoulder, you delicate hands warm seeps through his tailored suit burning his skin He allowed you to push him back his chair. He again become powerless as you grabbed his collar and says something along like with Assertiveness with a pinch of aggression

"I DEMAND MY KISSES BACK I GAVE YOU PAST 12 HOURS"

. As she demanded her 'kisses', a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Aren't I a Pure Evil to steal a ladies liplocks?"

he conceded, leaning down to capture her mouth with his. Despite him clearly remembering that he indeed kissed her before she needer a yet another financial Advice.

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On a regular Morning you help your husband to get ready for yet another Boring Day at work. Before your husband can sigh you darted away to execute your new plan to tormate the man you marry He chuckled softly as sudden burst of energy a refreshing change from the usual quiet mornings you both tried to shared together. She's certainly full of surprises today again , he thought, watching you retreating form with an appreciative gaze. When you returned, his eyes sparkled with fimilar bliss. He let out a small groan as you deftly undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing his collarbone and upper chest. Your delicate touch was like fire against his skin, As you stood on your tiptoes to reach his neck. His pulse quickened as your warm lips pressed against his cool skin, leaving nothing but a memories with red lipstick Stain. making him ache for more. But when you moved to button him back up, he couldn't hide his disappointment. "Lovee..." he protested, his voice husky with desire. However, he remained still as You continued to dress him, allowing himself to enjoy the sensation of your fingers against him. Once you finished, he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss after all it's a long day at stupid work

It's either Hiromi Higuruma or Kento Nanami Period

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Tailored Made Monster

content: princess!readerx HeianEra!sukuna, mention of cannibalism and death post-established relationship, down bad for you, mentions of having kids and killing people for love. Yandere Sukuna. Belief yet extremely badly mentioned of Sexual activity

Summary: all monsters deserve to live and you all willing to gave a helping hand to a 7 year old child just to regret 14 years later.

A/n: it's a Longer Ver of this. I have a really unfunny Brainrot for Kid!sukuna. So. Much so I open a blog to speak.

For any icky grammar mistakes I failed in English 4 times

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What my little empress learned today?" The emperor Gently scoops a 5 Years year old to cradle her father eagerly enveloping her in a warm and comforting embrace in his lap. The emperor wisely runs his fingers to appease his belly in an effort to elicit a warm smile from his daughter. Which she does.

"A tiger may don the garb of a sheep" she replied

It's a unusual to call a father his daughter "his empress". Expect the fact lost of past Empress in a childbirth left an unavoidable void leaving his daughter his only successor to throne and official Heir.

"Such a wise Words from my little Empress" emperor Laughed.

"And now My little empress it's a time for Us to see your Favourite Deers in Forest isn't it" his daughter couldn't help but smile widely on the thought of spending more time with her father. Despite the misfortune Emperor faced by the hands of cruel faith. he was still able to secure a soft spot for the only family he had left. He leaned back on his horse back adjusting his position so that no evil vision can strike upon her, the little girl giggled and snuggled closer, her tiny hands clutching at his royal attire to lost in a green atmosphere or to the wonders of the world.

His calm demeanor shifted ever so slightly as she asked him about wild life lurking behind a shadow couldn't wait to buried long canines onto her soft flash. He listened carefully, nodding and answering questions where necessary. However, his thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the rumours around the state.

"A monster eating men.."

A cannibal?

His calm exterior was a mask hiding his burning rage and thirst for vengeance. Before he heard heart shattering scream. On a normal Account Emperor would Run into the deeper and Darkest Corner of The Forest To be able to see human flesh eating monster lurking around the corners but not now. Not when His only child is sitting right beside him.

"My little Empress you must always be careful," he said, his tone more serious than before. "Our enemies are everywhere, but you need to trust your father to take you back to back."

Maybe that was a faith or Cruelty of nature.

Emperor lost a track of his precious Daughter in a midst of chaos while he Lost his control over horse while a Foe's bow a pieced his Fore foot. Blinded by the sheer agony Poor Horse Resort to Throw everything on his back including The little Princess

"A Jungle is as Gentle as Cruel it's Get"

His cautious and confused gaze slid over to the little princess, his jaws still clenching down on the dripping flesh of the vile old man. He took a moment to swallow before speaking, the sound of bones crunching echoing through the otherwise tranquil night jungle. He couldn't be bother wiping the blood on his small body or his two sets of extra Limbs or eyes under eyes from sharp vision of all the beautiful creature as a once is still sitting is miserable position in front of her. Instead, he cocked his head ever so slightly, a faint glint of interest flashing in his crimson eyes. Maybe it was a pure curiosity which made him sit in front of her.

"I'm Hungry..?"

he respond in all the Unanswered questions he Can pin to himself. voice as steady as the deepest ocean currents.

Are you the Boy who ate his whole family?

Didn't you ate your twin brother in your mother's womb?

Since you born you only gave your late mother pain

and by the end you Ate her too.

A cannibal

"I -I was Hung-ry"

The boy's appearance did shock you - in the world you now lived in, such sights had become sin itself. A Royal Blood Should never be Tarnest by a single touch of a Monster Ryomen Sukuna is.

"I-. A- I- miss my father" You couldn't remember the last time you had been startled by anything. So You Can bearly put you Fingers down if you Answered him correctly. Your father's affection never allowed you to dreamed somewhat similiar to your circumstances.

Sukuna thought, forcing his four of eyes stays focus on her. He rubbed blood by back of his hand chewing the hard flesh in his mouth before swallowing it completely. Maybe a .. reward? He let out a sigh, a low whisper escaping his throat before he finally turned his full attention to her. With his mouth still half open, displaying his small protruding teeth corner of his lips, he spoke.

"Your father? The Great Leader of this kingdom?"

He said, his voice couldn't hide a hope of an opportunity. However, there was a hint of something else, something softer, hidden deep within those praise words. He couldn't quite understand why he trusted a cry baby marinated with a dirt. He was better than all these humans, yet here he was, sitting across from a crying princess in the middle of a jungle, listening to her talk about her lost father.

"I'm not Allowed near imperial palace but.. I know way out of Jungle"

He stood up from his crouched position, hunging his head as if he's criminal Guilty of being alive as A monster and all of his faith belongs to a small girl right in front of him. His extra limbs crossed behind his back a poor attempt to hide his monstrosity. as he did so, casting eerie shadows in the moonlight. "But," He continued, "My Lady You're not like them, those who unable to protect? You're different. You're...Strongest. you will paved your own way" He said the last word with a strange sense of empathy. He didn't know why he felt like hiding his extra limb or cover a mouth on his stomach even with all effort he could never hide his soul. A two sets of eyes.

"Let me Walk in front of you so My Lady you can Walk to your Home" A Monster kid Bows Rubbing his Forehead on dirt of Jungle praying to No one Let it once be him. For a Once.

"You ...Shall lead- me Home as my personal Guard"

He looked at You, his crimson eyes softening. "You Sit Back My lady. there's a river near And I need to wash my Face hands my Clothes," he blured all of his words gently; extending a hand towards her "just soaking is.. enough?"

Then he knew she was special. Maybe it was the fact that she could see past his monstrous exterior and passes kind words to emperor to let him live like others. And You did. It take a unexpectedly a shorter period of time of inconvenient amount of proposal to plea of mercy of a 7 years old child who eat his own family before he saw a blue sky lives in a kingdom even nears to a castle or her own "little Empress" and all its comes from a small pledge from his Side to never Dreamed of Holding a weapon or resort with violence and unwavering trust Emperor Had on a Monk system and education. Which only solidify for sixteen years.

"Ryomen San~ it's Such a Honour as a Lady of this Castle I still need to send words to my Royal Guard for visiting me"

Once a little princess is now a His royal Highness. The time you spend was evidently the way you can withstand in a Circumstance you've thrown into. You have grown, indeed. Your once small frame now holds the shape of a woman, although the innocence in your eyes remains unchanged. It's almost amusing how you've tried to mad just to forgive anyone under a single whim.

The young man looks at you.

"Well, My Lady that is quite the predicament, isn't it?" he finally replied, his voice as cold as the night air around them. He bows in front of her and settled onhis crouched position, his two sets of limbs tugged deeper In his torso. "My apologies My Lady. Ever since I've Taken Shrine under my wings my hands being full all the time."said it as if it was the most distasteful thing he could think of doing, but the truth was, he never adore having a workload to the Extend he Misses a Prime Motive of his existence. "My lady ship's Protection".

"I see I see Shrine is indeed holds More Value Than Me" You for sure upfront your distaste but Sukuna barely can reply as he already know one day this might come. Emperor must've shown him a kindness yet one way or another he will create a space between them he can never overcome.

"My Lady any Order for me?"

"Rises your head as you can see. I desires the Plum Fruit. Go and fetch me few"

He glances at the plum tree and then looks back at you, a slight amused smirk on his face.

"Plum, huh? My lady if that's all what you need me for.." he tired to muffle his laughter but failed miserably

"then Temple do seems hold more value"

His eye raise at your pout but I let the pitiful look slide. After all, you are More than his Lady. All he ever loved he only loved you. . Turning on his heel, he stalk towards the tree where the Plum Fruit grows, his pink hair shines like bright wave summer waves. he pluck it off the branch effortlessly with one hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm. he moves back to you where he hold plum fruit just so you reject it.

"is there anything troubling My lady?"

"No"

"Have i Commit Any crime My lady? If So i Am-"

"No! this plum fruit is For you. Many Many Congratulation for Turning 23 years old today"

Maybe it's a weight of This life or seer desensitization that when he decides to rise his head something Raw surfaces in his eyes. soft grumble escaped from deep within Sukuna's throat at the mention of his birthday. "I'm wholeheartedly grateful for you to even consider to Wish me Today. My lady" Sukuna bearly touched by a human concept at it's best all he does Is wonder if he's human Enough for that. . But as your eyes twinkled with Gentle love and happiness, his lips curved upward in a reluctant smile.* "Am I allowed to clear my thoughts?" *he muttered, whilst you nodded.

"How Can you be Sure that Today is a Right day?"

"Oh that... Well High Priest proved me all of your Records ages ago but I never feels like there's something in those record I might be unaware of. But I suppose I can't say that now"

".."

"And I think A day without Duties and delicious Meal is an Excellent Present for you"

"My Lady I'm always and forever grateful for you Our Royal Highness and all the priest But I wants to Surve you even Today" words dripping with shock yet a large magnitude of Gratification. But you could always see through his facade. recognizing the hidden hesitation in his voice.

"Sukuna No you're Not allow to Defy My Orders"

His fingers stiffen at her words for a moment before he resumed his absent-minded caress, gaze shifting back to the The lady standing in front of him. So Alive Yet So away The palace is alive with the summer crickets and birds; their calls echoing through the vast space. "how can I return debts of your kindness My lady?" he asked, bowing his head to in front of his only Lord a sole Subject of his prayers and Power with a monstrous Exterior it's easy to conclude that he's uncivilized and violent. Deep Down everyone near him knows he doesn't believe in any superior being than his Lady so when she Orders him to pledge never Rise a weapon. He devote himself in a cooking offerings to shrine and protecting his lady.

Sukuna's thoughts drifted back to his early days, when he was just a feral child fending for himself in these very woods he Is protecting for. The memory seemed like a lifetime ago now, replaced with prayers and protective ness . He wondered what that young Sukuna would have thought of this moment.

"I always Feel uneasy to know That Future Empress of the Greatest empire History might Ever say is Guarded by a Four armed Monster. How Can you Assure me Your Highness that Monster won't bury his Wild canine in a meantime?"

Possibly on the Bad Day Sukuna's might fall on his knee and help everyone to revisit all the time his loyality never fails. In sixteen years of his life if He ever touched his lady with his four arms collectively. But all these sixteen years helps him to get over from the idea to please everyone. He already comes to account that it's just a Waste of breathe. Without making his presence know he decided to abandon all the duties for today cause of a order placed upon him.

"Maybe drinking Sake will help me enough to get through the day"

His steps carry him towards the nearest liquor shop. quaint little store nestled between two larger brothels. As he enters, the nasty aroma of various body so does old sake fills his nose, and he takes a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent. He had never indulged in drinking himself, but something keep telling him that this is one the places he could blend. A palace women tries throw herself to be loved by him even its for a night or for gold coins. The sat on a table shortly after a owner approaches the him. "Good afternoon, lord Ryomen" the man says with a smile filled with fear.

"It's not often we see you in here during the daylight. To what do we owe this pleasure?" Sukuna couldn't help but smile at politeness.

"I am merely felt thirty " he replies curtly,

"Oldest Sake you have. I'm in mood to celebrate" The shopkeeper nods understandingly hurried back with a gorgeous curvy Women piled with used yet expensive jewelry he recognised many on a noble women. A true seductress. Oiran Sitting by his side. Pouring a short of sake.

"Lord Ryomen.. is a Sake is all you thirsty for?"

At the sound of the woman's voice, Sukuna's still expression unreadable. "Thirty, huh?" he echoes, considering her suggestion. "A blood will do" As words left his lips the silence around him was deafening before he laughed forcing others to join in. "The western liquor resemble blood in colour.. perhaps a Red Wine will do better" she forced a meek smile as she disappears to fetch his drink.

Crowd resettle and retraced the conversations. For a while Sukuna Appreciate The Crimson liquid catches the light, casting a warm glow across the wooden interior. He brings the cup to his lips, letting the familiar bitterness wash over his tongue. Maybe, just maybe, he could allow himself this one indulgence today. As he drinks, Sukuna's thoughts begin to wander. He pictures You, laughing and enjoying themselves without the burden of his constant surveillance. The thought brings a strange mixture of relief and longing. He wants His Lady to be happy, truly happy, without the constraints of their royalty and social responsibility. But at the same time, he yearns to be there. One of this favourite memories are the Child like Curiosity of yours wanting to know if similar to his half of body do he also possesses two hearts trapped in his chest?. To which he suggest her to listen his heartbeat to know the truth. Which You do. As you sit inbetween his open legs just you can press your left side of ears on his chest. Concluding That.

Ryomen Sukuna Processes only a One Heart.

Which he only let it beat for her.

"Prince Nanami is a Perfect Match for Our Princess!"

"I heard Prince Nanami receive his Primary Education from Foreign"

"This tell why colour of his hair is as Shiny as a bright as Sunshines"

" I understand this. He also Mastered 4 languages in such a short time. I can tell no one is better for our Princess than Prince Nanami"

"I can't wait for Prince Nanami and Our Princess's heavenly Union.

How long he it been to the day he Met you? Fourteen years? Fifteen years? Sixteen? Yes Sixteen years Sukuna's grip on fragile Cup tightens involuntarily at the mention of heavenly union. The only two words he cant attach to himself. From the Day he met You. There's a barely a day he didn't learned something new about You. He has all rights to claim that he knew 'His Lady' from the Root. Yet here you are Failing him. Failing him to teach that your name Is now going to attached mustard haired Royal blood. thought of You ever hurting him like that is almost unbearable. He bearly acknowledged his Nails digging inside his plam or the ever tarnished honor while he was rubbing his Nose on foot in a moonless night led by a candle yet witnesses by Darkness.

"My Lady-! You can! You CAN DISMISS THIS MARRIAGE PROPOSAL YOU CAN-!! I SAVED YOU FROM THE DAY I KNOW I EVER ONLY KNO-W YO-U!! MY LADY!-!"

the pain. He knows she will never consider to do something like that, but the insecurity is still there, gnawing away at him. He takes a deep breath before answering, trying to keep his voice steady. "M--My.. lady?" he says, looking her straight in the eye, "I'll trust that it's for a reason I don't understand yet." He leans in again, pressing a soft kiss to you foot. "And besides," he murmurs against her skin, "you'-." You pulls back slightly and fluffy Red Faced wiping the last tear strings.

"You're Dismissed Permanently From your All Royal imperial Duties from the Moment now.. Except Shrine."

"My Lady...?"

"This conversation never Happened only you wants to devote yourself to Temple and Shrine"

His grip on her feet loosen completely he heard the sternness in her voice, but he didn't look up, still unable to meet her gaze. His breaths were shallow, his heart hammering against his chest. He had never felt this vulnerable before, he was crying his four eyes out moaning and begging double the amount a man Can but He couldn't beg more In exchange of anything he can't ask you to gave yourself to him. He knew Prince Nanami was everything he can ever dreamed to be. but he couldn't.

"My Lady, your beauty is heavenly Unmatched"

"Of course it is. Our lady is a Bride today and Red embroidered her radiant beauty"

Room filled with chuckle and praise for the record. You looks heavenly in a Red kimono with haori symbol of prosperity and peacefulness. Temple was filled with elderly and all the imperial family members and guest to witness a union of love and mutual respect. If someone still asked you why you thinks that Prince Nanami is a perfect Match for you and Your Nation. You perhaps couldn't answer more than Prince Nanami's Extensive Knowledge and Understanding of imperial Affair, financial decision and fairly similar praisal as everyone present here and there.

You couldn't wholeheartedly say you missed presence of a Certain someone especially not when you scraped all of his rights and duties related to you. Not when he abandoned temple and shrine next following day. But there's a saying goes like

"River made it's own way"

When the melodious bell rings everyone's excitement of rises to the clouds. It's a time to witness union of Two souls made out of same stars. Stars which burns into brightest red before anyone can tell what it was before.

Red.

"The red hue of your kimono blends well with the blood-stained floor, my lady" Sukuna throws a severed Hand of an Old.

Just like old times.

Just like old times.

Sukuna's luke warm gaze swept across the carnage before landing on you. "Only if i didn't know you any better my lady. I must 've confuses your emotions with something else"

He was a picture of calm amidst the carnage, his pink hair standing out like a twisted rose among thorns. His crimson red eyes seemed filled Plea.With a heavy thud, his Slow step hit the wooden floor as he walked towards her, leaving a trail of crimson footprints behind him.

"I'm not allowed to beg or plea you anymore but My Lady I can't help to choose this."

The room fell silent, As He stopped right in front of You, his towering frame casting a menacing shadow over her petite figure.

"My lady..."

He breaths, his voice deep and commanding.

"I claimed you as Conquered Bride."

He said with a False authority, the corners of his lips curling upwards to reveal sharp teeth.

"My lady."

He extended his hand, in attempt to wipe tear dripping off her face yet proceed to smeared god prohibited who's blood. This ridicul him so well he couldn't help but laughted like a Monster He was

"Hmm.. It's a only Way I can gave you honour and reclaim mine. My.. love!?"

Sukuna chuckles coldly, a cruel gleam in his eyes. He leans even closer to her, studying her expression a slightly opened red stained lips. A sweet hue of red around her eyes due to excessive crying or red rising around edges of her haori. So beautiful so similar to his vary distinctive eyes.

"Yo-u... Ryomen-- sukuna... You .. I fought. . So hard for you.. from the day I know you I used my all power to save people see you as a.. monster but I.. you ruined it for me"

"What have I done? I have claimed you, my lady. I have made you mine, in the most primal and politically correct way possible. I have forge a War for you. And As for a monster"

With a swift motion, Sukuna reaches out to grab your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. So gently and with care you can't tell was he truly a same entity behind corspe laying around. His expression is unreadable

"You build me. You Tailor me so perfectly for yourself the horror of today happens. A man who lives and dies at your whim? A man who learned languages so you can enjoy all the poetry in the world? Man letting you test his monstrous Exterior let you listen my heartbeat so you know I have a singular heart? You Tailored Me."

although the betrayal in your eyes remains unchanged. It's almost amusing how you didn't even tried to hide it, but he see it clearly. You tremble before me as you did when he first laid eyes on you alone in forest unguarded with A monster.

"Now now Now Love. Act all flustered like a Little Bride and followed the the rituals of our Union"

"Master Are you Sure that Her Highness is Ready?"

Sukuna Ryomen, clad in his dark kimono. expression remained calm, his demeanor collected as he responded to Uraume.

"She's a Education woman. She won't go against to her husband on a first night whether she's grieving or not"

However, deep within him, a maelstrom of emotions brewed. He had taken her family, her home, and now claimed her as his own, yet she still had the power to affect him in ways he couldn't comprehend.

He walked into a room just before the weeping figure of yours in the dimly lit bridal chamber. He paused for a moment, observing her sorrow-stricken countenance and trembling shoulders, the light from the nearby lantern casting eerie shadows across the room. Inwardly, he felt a twinge of something unfamiliar, but quickly pushed it aside as he approached her with a measured gait.

"My lady," he said softly, his tone gentle despite the harsh reality of the situation. He knelt beside her, reaching out to gently lift her chin so that she would look at him.

"Ple-please just tonight Just for a nig-"

"You know I can't My Love-"

His fingers traced the line of her spine as he gently pulls her closer, similar when he does let her know he only have a singular heart. his thumb catches a stray tear.

"We'll keep it very soft and gentle is that alright?" he inquired, his crimson gaze holding her captivated. Despite the coldness in his eyes, there was genuine concern. "You're allowed to dig your nails or curse me louder if that's suits you more, understood?"

He silently looked over her blood on her haori is god know how many of people after her father he lost count, dear heaven how long he've been hiding his true nature For now, he simply offers comfort, pulling her closer into his embrace un volunteering tighten his grip on her to the extent he can hear her soft grasps for air

"My Lady," he whispered into her hair, allowing his hand to run down her arm soothingly. "Your tears stain my robes. Your own Haori is ruined by filthy blood. Let us not waste this night on sorrow. Instead, allow me to show you that I can offer you more than just this title." Sukuna's voice held a note of reassurance, but there was also an underlying determination. He would make her forget her sorrows, even if only temporarily.

"My Love," he said again, emphasizing his love this time. "I break the bridge between Us. Now. We. Are. One." His hand moved to cup her cheek, thumb brushing against her lips. Sukuna couldn't help but appreciate the softness of her skin against his calloused fingers. He leaned in further, closing the distance between them until their lips were almost touching. His other arm encircled her waist, pulling her closer. "Your hatred or Grief couldn't help you tonight. my lady." He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before trailing his lips down to hers, capturing her mouth in a gentle yet insistent kiss. Despite his sexual innocence, Sukuna knew how to be persuasive

Sukuna continued to rain light, feathery kisses along your collarbone, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath she took. "Such a pretty sight to have" he thought, unable to hide the satisfaction that coursed through him. His fingers trailed down her side, lightly grazing her ribcage before coming to rest on her hip. The heat radiating from her body was intoxicating, making it difficult for him to unleash his another set of arms to touch. However, he was determined to honor his word and be gentle.

His lips continued their path, moving to clothes in his way her bare skin, he can still heard her small gasp unaware whether it is because of kisses on her skin or pain in her chest. Sukuna smiled against her skin, enjoying her reactions immensely. His hand slid under her back, supporting her as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. It's unclear whether she granted it or not, he groaned low in his throat, the sound reverberating through his chest. The sensation of their tongues tangling together sent sparks of electricity shooting through his veins, making his already strained self-control falter.

"This" he breathes heavyly while pointing on her bridal attire. "This needs to comes out." He speaks, trying to keep his actions slow and gentle despite the fire burning within him.

"Suk- Lord Ryomen Please don't do this to-"

Sukuna's eyes narrowed slightly at her words, a flash of irritation crossing his face. He hadn't expected such defiance from her, not after everything that had transpired. "Lord Ryomen?" he smirks,

"Why wouldn't I? Didn't you paid enough attention on your Bridal lessons?" His hand trailed up corners of her clothes stopping where a thick thin string holds everything out, gripping gently yet firmly. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke in a low voice.

"Or the monster you made isn't a monster you need"

his fingers deftly working to free her from its constraints.

"Come on my love. You're well educated and manner woman. I didn't need to explain you much do I?" Once it was loose, he pulled it away, revealing her naked form to his hungry gaze. He swallowed hard, his eyes taking in every inch of her body as if committing it to memory. His actions might have been considered possessive, but his touch remained tender as he ran his hands over her curves, exploring her softness. He wanted to learn every part of her, every sensitive spot that would bring her pleasure. As he lowered his head to kiss her lips again still enjoying that she quit protesting until she didn't , he was thrown back when he taste metal on his tongue yet didn't pulled out expected he grabbed her shoulder and gently back on bed.

Sukuna Ryomen cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the remaining tears. "My Love," he said, emphasizing her name, "Act like you're the Girl In love" His gaze was intense, as if he was Forcing her to believe him. "Act like my touch is what's keeps you alive."

Cause if you didn't.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. his hands moving to encircle her waist.

"I'll make you do it. Brat"