#thank u for lurking nat! I hope u have a spectacular day

[lovenona]

Hello. I'm Nat. I'm not on this app but I lurk sometimes and I'm an absolute W H O R E for Sukuna. Anyways. House husband Sukuna convincing you to "take some time off work" coz you've been working your ass off since the year begun. Just a short break, 5 working days, he says, as he lifts your drooping head up by your chin with his forefinger and thumb, frowning at your dark circles and eyebags. So you listen, you apply for the days, and he spends them fucking you stupid to calm you down.

no because househusband sukuna cares so deeply abt ur wellbeing... he knows ur a hard worker, loves ur dedication and ur passion (it’s one of the many reasons he married u....) but he also knows that u can get very swept up in it, that it’s easy for u to slip into unhealthy habits (read: never sleeping, never resting, always working, always stressing) because ur not one to half ass anything ... so what does he do when he realizes ur not going to stop anytime soon?

well, he says, in that deep voice u can’t resist, he thinks u need a vacation. just a few days, just you and me, no obligations, no emails. and how can you disagree when a large and handsome man says he’s going to take care of everything, that he’ll do your laundry and cook whatever you ask him for? well, you sigh, you can’t. 

and sukuna knows, even as you stay home that first day, that your mind is still elsewhere, on those unfinished projects at your desk, at the emails that must be piling in your inbox, on the world that must be ending because you’re not at work. so he takes things slow. 

first, it’s making sure you don’t set a sinfully early alarm when there’s no reason to. then, it’s making you breakfast, the kind you really like, and sitting beside you while you eat all it in your pajamas. it’s logging you out of your work email and dragging you for a bike ride or a walk or even a movie on the couch because it’s been too long since you afforded yourself the pleasure of doing something you enjoy. 

(he holds your hand tightly on that walk around the block, enough pressure to make you aware of the physical contact you’ve been missing.) 

and later, when dinner’s cleared away (another masterpiece by Chef Sukuna), when the new puzzle’s been finished and you’re tired of television, he strikes. sukuna knows it’s been haunting you all day – the warmth of his tender hands, the harrowing anxiety of not working, the desperation to try and relax – and he knows how easy you’ll crumble. 

it’s easy to make you beg at that point, and househusband sukuna is more than willing to give. it’s almost sweet how fast you fall apart for him and how desperate you are to be closer and closer and closer like you’ve never been in love before. he gives you whatever you ask for and then some: orgasms until you’re sobbing, kisses until you forget how to speak. 

(he repeats this, day in and day out, morning and night, until he reckons he’s fucked the corporate anxiety and the capitalist nightmare right out of you.) 

the best part is that every day of your makeshift vacation ends with you together in the shower or the bathtub with househusband sukuna dutifully doing your skincare like the aftercare king he is. he’ll wash your hair and help you into your pajamas and listen to your sleepy and fucked-out ted talk about your animal crossing island as if it were the greatest thing he’s ever heard. he’ll hold you against his chest and let you steal all the blankets and won’t even complain: because, for the first time in a thousand years, you seem peaceful and happy again.