Do you do NSFW alphabets? Could we please have a Pucci one đ I feel like the only pucci fucker in existence rn đ if you don't feel comfortable since he's a priest, I'll happily accept a Rohan one <333
Authors Note(s): Hey Unzipped! I will being doing Rohan at this moment because I am unsure of how I feel about doing Pucci, but I think I might do a SFW alphabet for him next time though. I hope you enjoy this either way. đ
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Warning(s): NSFW, a lot of NSFW guys. Ageless and minor blogs DNI. Switch Rohan, brat taming, eye contact, mentions of BDSM but not in graphic detail, etc. Rohan is so hot I had sm fun with this 𤤠Possible spelling or grammar errors, apologies in advance if so.
Word Count: 1,564.
âšáĄŁđŠââ A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex?)
đš Rohan is pretty decent with aftercare! When he's dominantâHe's quiet when he does it, but he takes the time to prepare you both a bath to settle in. He always uses your favorite bath salts and soaps to help with relaxing as he cleans you with a wash cloth.
đš If he was submissive, he expects this kind of treatment in return. Loves body massages soooo much, especially scalp massages. It really helps him relax and unwind his body. It also guarantees he actually sleeps after this instead of going to work more on his manga afterwards.
âšáĄŁđŠââ B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs.)
đš His brainâDoes that count? No? Then his hands, as his hands are creating what ideas come to his mind. They're also used to hold your wrists and pin you down, but that's neither here nor there (hehe).
đš For you, he loves your face most of all, he loves your expressions. Outside of sex, whether you're an expressive person or not, you're his muse, and he loves using you for reference constantly. There are quite a few characters he's based off of you!
âšáĄŁđŠââ C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically.)
đš His cum is a cloudy white that is still thick, but a little watery. He likes pulling out of you and spilling on your back or tummy, it shoots in ropes. He loves it because it's like he's painting your body with himself.
âšáĄŁđŠââ D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)
đš You guys remember the scene where he was tonguing the spider? Honestly, he does that with your used underwear. He feels so filthy, but he likes to fantasize about you stuffing your underwear in his mouth, gagging him, as you have your way with him.
âšáĄŁđŠââ E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
đš I believe he has some experience, he had a few short term relationships that didn't work out due to his arrogance and abrasiveness. He has a good grasp on sex, but you being his long term partner, he gets to experiment different kinks and fetishes that he's curious about.
âšáĄŁđŠââ F = Favorite position (This goes without saying.)
đš He loves trying new positions, but he loves simple missionary, the lotus, butterfly, standing up, spooning and you riding himâNot reverse cowgirl style though, eyes on him. He likes positions where he can actually see you.
âšáĄŁđŠââ G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
đš Doesn't think sex is a laughing matter (LMAO), I think laughing during sex would make him feel like you're laughing at him, which turns him off and lowkey makes him salty. He's moody if you do it.
âšáĄŁđŠââ H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
đš Very well-groomed if he keeps a happy trail/bush, nicely trimmed, never untamed or messy. Used to wax and shave completely, but he's gained a new appreciation for body hair, especially if you like it.
âšáĄŁđŠââ I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
đš I like to think he's lowkey a romantic, so when he's on top and feeling romantic, he'll be slow and sensual with you. Your leg resting on his shoulder as he rolls his hips into yours, panting as his eyes watch your every reaction. If he's feeling particularly sappy, he will throw in the rare praiseâprobably the rare few times he tells you you're beautiful/handsome and how much he loves and adores you. (Bit of a tsundere outside and during sex so it's best to appreciate these sappy little moments).
âšáĄŁđŠââ J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.)
đš Didn't really masturbate before you, he did yes but it was on the rare occasion he was really pent up and needy. He rarely masturbates now that you two are together. Saves any sexual intimacy between the two of you.
âšáĄŁđŠââ K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.)
đš Hate/rough sex (this includes makeup sex), restraints, pegging (loves pegging, unless you have a dick then it's not pegging LMAO), eye contact, oral (giving), brat taming (receiving), if you have a stand? Improper use of a stand, etc.,
âšáĄŁđŠââ L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)
đš Anywhere in the house. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchenâLiterally anywhere inside the house EXCEPT his art studio. Will not happen unless it's riding him or his thigh, but even then that's the rare exception, he does not want to fuck up his art.
âšáĄŁđŠââ M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)
đš You know, he'll be sketching you and your nude body for anatomy practice, then he's getting really into it then suddenly he's dragging you to the bedroom. He rarely gets needy but sometimes when he does he's a lot more touchy and affectionateâHe becomes a real brat too if he isn't getting the attention he wants, then you have to punish him (to his delight).
âšáĄŁđŠââ N = No (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs.)
đš Having sex in public, hard no. Also not fond of any sort of knife, gun or blood play. Don't even think about any piss or scat, you'll never see him again if you even suggest that.
âšáĄŁđŠââ O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
đš He's weird about receiving oral, he's just not a big fan of it. But he likes giving it for his âartistic researchâ. It's all for his artistic research when his tongue is deep in your hole and his eyes are burning into yours as he tongue fucks you and demands you keep your eyes on him.
âšáĄŁđŠââ P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
đš He's a fan of both, but I think he prefers to take his time with it sometimes, leaves more room for teasing you and loving you properly. Although, if he's in a rush or in a foul mood, it's fast and rough, either with you or him being dominant, he needs to fuck or be fucked like you two hate each other.
âšáĄŁđŠââ Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
đš When he gets frustrated from art block or anything of the sort, he's down for quickies. That's when it's mostly fast and rough.
âšáĄŁđŠââ R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
đš The closest risk you're gonna get to do is sex in the living room with the blinds open, leaving some room in getting caught. But that's about it really.
âšáĄŁđŠââ S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
đš You'll get about 1-3 rounds out of that man, depending on how he's feeling. If he's tired because he decided he wouldn't sleep the night before, one round. If something good happens and he's in a really good mood, might actually end up being more than three.
âšáĄŁđŠââ T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
đš Yes, he owns toys, a lot of them. I believe he's into BDSM lowkey, so he has some of those items in the toy box. He uses said toys on both himself and his partner, really likes being on the receiving end of it. Type of man to have monster dildos, like a lot of them. He's trying to collect all the species.
âšáĄŁđŠââ U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.)
đš Oh, he can be a real bitch when he's teasing. He will draw it out as long as he can to get every expression and reaction he can out of you. But if he's bottoming, he can't handle teasing, he becomes such a brat (EDGE HIM AND MAKE HIM CRY).
âšáĄŁđŠââ V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
đš When dominating, he just yaps about how pathetic you look and can be degrading. He grunts and moans, but when he's submissive, he's louder, he whimpers too. Babbles a lot too but it's breathless and jumbled since he's fucked out of his mind.
âšáĄŁđŠââ W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character.)
đš I know I wrote him mostly being a top, but I think he likes being a bottom a lot of the time. He likes being a pampered pillow princess.
âšáĄŁđŠââ X = X-ray (Letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes.)
đš He's got an average sized penis, around 5.3 inches, leaning more on the thinner side versus thicker. Circumcised, (he hated foreskin, thought it looked ugly), pretty pink tip. His dick is pretty, very smooth, only has one prominent vein, and it's on the underside that's really sensitive. Round, firm balls, they do not hang.
âšáĄŁđŠââ Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
đš Sex drive is leaning more to the low-average scale. He doesn't need it constantly. Probably has it at least once a week, maybe two weeks. He can survive without it if need be.
âšáĄŁđŠââ Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)
đš After a bath, he falls asleep in bed with you. However, if he didn't properly unwind after sex, there is no rest for the wicked. He will go straight to the art studio after tucking you in and sketch out some ideas he got.
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⎠minors dni. selfship-coded, suggestive, reigen x reader, slight angst, mentions of alcohol consumption (i guess, it's probably 99% juice lol)
same old, same old.
cool air and cream-colored moonlight filter in through your open window. the chill leaves a raised path of goosebumps along the exposed skin of your arms â ones wrapped around reigen's neck.
his kiss is one of want, but his hands? they may be anything but. they squeeze and slack at your waist, fingers digging into your skin to pull you closer before all but retreating altogether. you can almost make out the inner turmoil in his head, the one he's having all the time when it comes to you. the two halves of his brain arguing over the ethics of making out with his employee.
at the end of the kiss, the side of professionalism loses once again. reigen wraps an arm around your waist, hugging you tight, brushing the hardness behind his unbuttoned work slacks against your core. he tugs gently at the collar of your blouse, kissing along your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin. marks he'll act borderline repulsed by the next day, causing a petty spat before everyone else arrives. responding to "you're the one that put them there, dumbass" with his own "we were tipsy, i got carried away".
and despite that lame and tired and repeated excuse, reigen barely puts up a fight when you accompany him to whatever small bar he's heading to after work. doesn't put a halt to your flirty comments fueled by alcohol. entertains them, in fact. gets more touchy than coworkers should be, because you like it, because he likes how you giggle when he whispers against your neck. follows you to your apartment, or leads you to his if it's closer. he starts with a kiss that's controversial in his mind, and ends with his clothes on the floor and tangled in the sheets with you.
sometimes you wake up in time to catch him leaving. sometimes you don't see reigen until you make it to work that day, where he acts like nothing happened, nothing changed, you're still his annoying little psychic secretary with an attitude he's forced to tolerate. damn all the sweet nothings he said to you last night. until the next time. same old, same old.
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part vi. one last meeting with sukuna before winter break
âą ŰŤ × â§ cw. fingering, reader gets her period, kissing, squirting, mild bloodplay, fluff, they're both being idiots, both povs
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In light of you leaving campus for winter break, Sukuna's managed to lure you into his dorm one last time.
And how did he manage to lure you?
By telling you he has an unused felting kit⌠which you can try out only at his dorm.
Except as soon as the door opens, he's already pulling you onto his bed, informing you that you get to do your "dorky little crafts" after he's done with you.
Then his lips are crashing onto yoursâyou panic a little as he starts squeezing your tits and grinding his erection into you.
Meanwhile his hand slides lower, no doubt on its way to slip into your underwear.
"Wait," you gasp, managing to get away from his greedy mouth.
"What."
"What about your râ"
"I stole his keys," Sukuna quickly reassures you. "The idiot didn't realize before he left the dorm. He won't be able to get in."
He tries to kiss you again but you pull back once more, frowning.
"Are you really denying him of his rights to this living space because of⌠me? That's unethical. I don't want to have unethical sex."
He doesn't even flinchâonly tightens his hold on your waist. "Well you're not going anywhereâso would you rather have him walk in on us? Maybe get a real good look at what a slut I make outta youâ"
"Sukuna!" you squeak, feeling a bit scandalized. "Okay, fine⌠just⌠stop talking like that."
"Oh, so you're not wet right now?"
You gulp. "I'm always wet. I drink a lot of water."
"Right," he hums, fingers sliding down your belly just till the band of your panties, tillâ
"Wait."
You stop him again, grabbing his wrist.
"What now?!"
For a second you just stare helplessly because honestly it's kind of an embarrassing thing to admitâjust as much as it is stupid.
"I, uhâŚ"
"Spit it out woman."
"...So you know how I shaved last time?"
You swear his face drops a little just from recalling it. "Yeah, I remember."
"So it's been growing outâbecause you refuse to let me shave itâand it's in that weird prickly stubble phase and it's so itchy all the time and I hate it."
"I don't care," he says flatly.
"No, like its really bad and so itchy and grossâ"
You squeal when he suddenly hooks two fingers into your waistband with a casual ease and pulls them down to expose your mons where new hair is beginning to sprout.
"Hm. Looks fine. Just stop scratching it, idiot," he comments, so unmoved he almost seems bored.
Slapping his hand away to try and preserve a little bit of your dignity, you shoot him an indignant glare.
"Can you not?! It's so uncomfortable feeling them poke out of my underwear like some⌠hedgehog."
"I'd still hit that even if it was aâ"
Sukuna starts too quickly, before pausing and thinking.
"âŚNevermind."
Before you can question him, his lips are pressing back onto yours.
These days, when you nip and worry at his lip, he leans into it, letting out a sound thatâs suspiciously close to a purr.
This time you don't flinch as his fingertips slide lower and lower, slipping into your underwear and over the stubbled skin of your mound to brush against your clit.
You sigh into his mouth, thighs tensing as you press yourself into the touch, especially when he begins rubbing small circles on the bud.
And just as you start to really get worked upâhe breaks the kiss, breath a bit heavy as he peers down at you.
"Turn around," he rasps, already pulling his hand out to manhandle you into the position he wantsâyou laying up against him, back to his chest, soaking in the heat of his muscled body.
"What's the point of telling me to do it if you're just going to do it for me?"
"Shut up," he tells you, but not unkindly. "And can you relax? Stop acting like you don't even like me."
You didn't even notice your body was automatically wound tight, reflexively tensing away from himâfrom the intimacy of this position.
"What?! I showed you my trinket collection."
Which, for you, translates to "I do like you."
Luckily Sukuna's somehow picked up more of your language than he ever intended to, so he gets the memo.
He rolls his eyesânormally he'd push you into him to force you into that state but he knows if he does that you'll just become even more stiff.
So instead, he leans in and presses a kiss to your neck.
One hand climbs up to gently squeeze one of your tits, the other one finds its way back into your panties to toy with your sensitive clit till it perks up under his touch.
And just like that, you're loosening up like honey in warm water.
"See? Not so bad, huh?"
You only make some small whimper.
Sukuna enjoys it too much seeing how you unravel just from thisâsome wet kisses sucked and bitten into the delicate skin of your neck along with a little bit of clit play.
"Wanna take these off?" he suggests, snapping the band of your panties.
You pout ever so slightly. "âŚI don't wanna see my hedgehog."
The soft laugh that he lets out after is more so amused than mean.
"We can get under the cover. It's kinda cold anyways."
After a second you nodâthen comes about three minutes of you wriggling out of your bottoms under the sheets.
You hesitate before slipping off your underwear. Even knowing youâll be hidden from direct view, youâre still not used to the vulnerability of simply being⌠bare, with someone else so close.
And it doesnât help that a few too many dreams of being helplessly nude in places you shouldnât be still cling to you, prickling unease along your skin.
But with a few coaxing words and kisses from him, soon you're tugging your panties off to quickly ball them up and put them to the side.
"Good. Just try to relax," he murmurs into your hair as he pulls your thighs apart under the cover, settling you in till your ass is right on top of where his pants are starting to tighten.
You're already shaky, breathing uneven as his finger ventures lower to stroke your sticky slit.
You shiver as he circles the entrance, never quite fully slipping in but feeling the wetness collected there.
He teases you until finallyâ
"Sukuna⌠pleaseâ"
You swallow. "You should finger me."
You say it like its just another random objective fact or observation you're spitting out.
"Oh, I should?"
"Yesâit's the right thing to do."
"Mhm. Well I guess since you suggested so nicelyâŚ"
He shifts you to get easier access.
"One or two fingers?"
"One⌠for now."
He obliges your request, slipping a single finger in. It's not really a stretch but even then it feels a little strange at first â having something other than your own fingers in there.
"I've been waiting to feel you from the inside for so long," he murmurs.
"Good thing you're not my surgeon."
You nervously blurt out the jokeâthen mentally slap yourself after for saying that stupid shit in the middle of sex.
Though at this point it doesn't even throw him off nearly as much as it shouldâhe only sighs again.
"How about you just keep that pretty little mouth shut unless it's to make some cute noises for me."
You decide that's probably a good course of action for you.
Soon you're relaxing again as his finger moves inside of youânot fingering you yet exactly, more like⌠exploring.
Feeling along the ridges and texture of your fleshy, slick covered walls.
Then at last there's pressure as he starts massaging a certain spot.
For a few seconds you don't feel muchâmore like someone's probing inside you. Those few seconds drag on till you start considering just faking it when suddenlyâ
You moan.
Loudly. Uncontrollablyâlike you don't expect that noise.
He hums like he did though⌠like he was waiting for it.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he whispers. "Needed this bad, didn't you?"
Your brain feels like mushâlike literal soup in your skull.
"Mhm," you whine, a little too needy that a coherent version of you would've liked.
He doesn't let up and your muscles tense, core clenching as sweat starts to bead your skin.
"Oh, f-fuckâ"
Youâwho normally doesn't like touchâare practically fawning over him. Pressing your cheek into his warm chest, drowning in the faint smell of him.
So when his fingers slide out, you hate the pathetic little noise you let loose.
He only smirks. "Patience⌠just wanna see how wet you already are."
Before you can say anything, his fingers pull out from under the coverâand both of you freeze.
Glistening, bright crimson coats his finger.
A beat passes.
Then naturally, Sukuna's first reaction is alarm.
"Fuckâdid I hurt you?!â"
Meanwhile, your reaction is pure mortification.
You can't rmembee the last time you felt this much hatred for your period⌠except maybe during your last period.
"I got my period," your nerves confess for you. "I knew I'd get it some time soon but not right now since I was only having ghost periods all day so I thought I'd be okay for a few more hoursâ"
"Ghost period? What the fuck is a ghost period?!â"
"Like I get cramps and sometimes I even feel something slipping out and I'm so sure I got my period but then I check and there's literally nothing there it's just a false alarmâ Can you please wash your hands? Ohmygod this is so embarrassing I'm so sorryâ"
Sukuna looks over at you panickingâmeanwhile he's more than relieved that it's your period.
Suddenly you pause mid sentence to nervously ask. "âŚWhy are you looking at me like that."
Before you even give him a chance your embarrassment envelopes you again and you try to wriggle off himâonly for his other arm to tighten around you.
"Stay. It's okay, I don't mind some blood."
"It isn't just blood, that's my shed endometrium actually," you mutter hoarsely.
"Whateverâ"
"And what about your sheets?! Do you know how hâ"
Youâre bringing up a very reasonable and valid point.
But when you've got him going like you have right now, the area of his brain responsible for rational practicality has pretty much shut down.
"I don't care," he hisses. "It's hot."
You freeze and give him a look. "Stop fucking with meâ"
He lifts the blood (endometrium) covered finger and sucks it cleanâmaking the most obscene show out of it tooâas you stare in⌠you're honestly not sure what you're feeling.
"YouâŚ"
He grins. "Protein."
Then he's already back to sliding his hand between your thighs and carrying on like absolutely nothing happened.
"SukunaâŚ" you start nervously.
"Besides⌠blood makes really good lube," he whipers into your ear. "See?"
A second finger pushes into your heatânot stretching you but certainly filling you from inside.
They get back into rhythm and you already feel yourself going dumb.
"âŚYou mean endometrium," you barely manage to weakly correct him.
"Alright, you're banned from talking again."
"Buâ"
Suddenly his other hand is lifting to force his thumb between your lips despite your startled squeak. "Here⌠how about we give your mouth something else to do."
You don't know if the effectâs intentional or not but with your verbal outlet blocked⌠your mind blanks in the best way possible.
No more noise.
Just him.
His fingers sliding to rub even deeper into you.
His thumb in your mouth.
You don't even realize you've started running your tongue around it and sucking softly.
The pleasure intensifies as he curls his fingertips into the soft pockets of flesh right next to where your cervix protrudes.
He massages it⌠and you seize.
Of course, you can't pinpoint where exactly it's coming from, just that it radiates outward from deep inside you, filling your whole body till your head lolls back and your spine bows.
When you masturbate with your own hand you intermittently take short breaks to give your body a second or so of reliefâand you never knew how much you've needed those few seconds till now.
Your muscles are contracting tight, abs beginning to burn from the buildup of lactic acid.
Sweat drips as you overheat like you've got a fever, body under so much strain that you arch into him with your eyes rolling back, unable to get anything out more than a few choked whimpers around his finger.
Sukuna's zoned in, feeding off every micro reaction as he feels you tremble so violently it seems like you might just explode
It snaps.
Tears drip over your waterline as you fall apart, pelvic muscles working overtime and⌠a hot rush of watery fluid for which youâre too far gone to care about.
However, Sukuna's cock twitches at the sensation of your sticky walls sucking him in⌠and he grins when he feels you gush around his fingers, absolutely soaking your entire cunt till its dampening his bedsheets.
Nevermind that your teeth are digging into his finger.
It almost feels like relief as your orgasm finally finishes and frees its grip on you, leaving you to go limp on him.
As you catch your breath he slides his fingers out from between your legs and out from underneath covers.
"That's not fair," you murmur breathlessly. "Why does it never feel that good when I finger myself?"
"Same reason it wouldn't feel as good if I sucked my own dick."
"That's because sucking your own dick would feel less like getting your dick sucked and more like you're sucking dickâ"
He shuts you up by dangling his bloody fingers still dripping with your
"Look at that," he tells you almost proudly, holding his bloody fingers still dripping with your juices right in front of your face.
You recoil, wrinkling your nose. "Ew stop, go wash yâno, do not lick it againâ"
He pauses with his fingers just centimeters away from his lips.
"Either you use your tongue to clean or I use mine⌠which is it?"
You stare at him as though you're being physically pained.
"Exactly," he concludes, already sucking his fingers clean.
You don't want to see how gross he's going to be about it, so you avert your gaze as you start your post-coital yap.
"That was intense. I feel like if sex and orgasms didn't feel good they'd probably be horrific and, like⌠really painful. Good thing orgasms have analgesic properties because I didn't even know my abs could crunch for that long⌠ohmygosh, do you think I'll be sore tomorrow? Like delayed onset muscle sorenessâ"
Sukuna keeps quiet though his eyes are on you, listening to you ramble. His (not so) well-kept secret is how endearing he finds it⌠like you're relaxed and comfortable enough that a good orgasm just opened you up completely to feel light and easy.
Because you're noticeably less rigid nowâyour body melting into his like it's meant to be there.
He doesn't even notice he's absentmindedly running his nails along the soft skin of your belly in an almost affectionate gesture.
Suddenly you pause, as if remembering something. "Also just to be clear I did not pee myself on youâI know it probably really felt like that but I swear I have excellent bladder controlâ"
"Relax, princess I know what squirting is. And yeah I know it doesn't shoot out like a literal geyser in porn."
"It wasn't pee I did not pee myself! Even if it is pee I do not suffer from incontinenceâ"
He shrugs. "It's okay if you did, not like I'd mindâ"
Your jaw drops. "Iâ What?! Noâ Is this a piss kink? I do not have a pee kink. That's weirdâ Ohmygosh, do you have a piss kink?!"
"âŚWouldn't call it a kink, but it's not exactly a turn offâ"
Your hand flies to your mouth, eyes widening⌠though now that you think about it, pee really isn't much worse than period blood.
But you need to keep up the act because under no circumstance can you let him know you're actually kind of chill with itâ
Suddenly he's lifting the coversâyou're alerted with a cool breeze across the throbbing, dripping mess he's made out of your pussy.
And even worseâ
"Mhm, love that smellâ"
You shriek, yanking the sheet back down. "Do you hate me or something?"
"Relax, I've literally had my nose in your pussy beforeâ"
By now you've learned that anytime Sukuna says relax, anything that follows is bound to provoke the exact opposite reaction.
And still, you're at a loss for words at what to possibly say to that.
Rolling his eyes, he once again throws the cover back.
You're lucky your period barely just startedâbecause the sheets aren't terribly stained. Still you insist on helping Sukuna change them after getting cleaned up (and shoving a wad of balled up toilet paper in your panties as a temporary makeshift pad).
And after you're done you turn to pick up your bag whenâ
Sukuna frowns. "Where you going? Roommate probably won't be back for like another two hours at least."
You blink. "I mean we did that and we also finished our project, so like⌠is there something else you wanted to do?"
It's a genuine questionâSukuna doesn't know why it makes him falter.
Sometimes your cluelessness makes him feel like an absolute idiot.
And this time he almost lets you go too.
But he takes a deep breath and steadies himself instead. "We can just⌠hangout or something⌠Wonât see each other after this because of break," he half-jokes.
He hates that dumb face you make that always makes his chest flutter like he's a teen girl with a high school crush instead of a grown man.
Except you're trying to hide it, clearing your throat because you don't want to misread the situation and assume that all of this is something more than it actually is.
Assuming the bare minimum leaves no room for disappointment.
"Are you⌠sure? I don't wanna bother you or anything since, you know, you've âgot a lifeâ and allâ"
"Just⌠stay."
"No seriously it's okay I don't expect any like⌠emotional obligations or something, I don't knowâ"
He glares at you. Like an actual ice cold glare, before crossing his arms.
"You're not allowed to leave."
"What? What do you mean ânot allowedâ, I can literally walk out the door right thâ"
"Try it."
You gulp.
His stony glare doesn't let upâjust keeps you pinned in place.
"âŚAnd I still have a felting kit for you to try.â
Somehow that's what makes you drop your bag againâand beam.
That's how your end up in his bed again under the covers (pants off, panties on) aggressively stabbing some felt with a needle to make something he can't identify.
Sukuna's flat on his back next to you, pretending like he's simply scrolling his phone and half-listening to the documentary you put on as background noise.
Like he isn't drowning in oxytocin as you lean on him and yap idly, colored wool spread everywhere like shed feathers.
"Did you know a recent study actually showed that menstrual blood is incredibly rich in stem cells and greatly speeds up the process of wound healing? And about 385 of the over a thousand proteins in period blood are unique to period bloodâ"
"Mm, so I was right about the protein⌠you letting me eat that next?"
You freezeâwhich only spurs him on.
"Heard it helps with cramps⌠and makes your period go by faster."
He says it in that low voice and with that stupid smirk and a hand on your side⌠and you clear your throat as blood runs to your cheeks. "Stop distracting me."
Every so often you make a small, satisfied noise as you stab the needle into the wool with intense concentration.
âYouâre gonna poke your finger,â he says without looking up.
âI havenât yet,â you reply proudly. âStatistically, thatâs impressive.â
He snorts.
Half an hour passes like that â quiet, domestic in a way neither of you comment on.
Then you clear your throat.
âOkay,â you say, sitting up straighter. âIâm done.â
He finally looks over.
You're holding something out toward him with both hands.
It is⌠objectively awful.
A lumpy, misshapen felted creature with uneven stripes, one ear bigger than the other, legs that are more suggestion than structure. Its body is round to the point of absurdity.
You beam anyway.
âItâs a tiger,â you announce.
He blinks at it. Then at you.
ââŚIs it.â
âYes,â you state firmly. âBecause tigers remind me of you.â
He squints. âWhy is it so fat.â
You gasp, offended. âItâs not fat. Itâs seasonal.â
âSeasonal.â
âIt put on weight for the winter,â you explain seriously. âFor insulation.â
He stares at the thing for a long moment, silent.
Too long.
Your smile wavers.
Then you laugh, a little too fast, already pulling it back. âOkay, yeah, itâs bad. I know itâs bad. I justâ it looked better in my head. Itâs fine, Iâll justââ
You turn away, reaching for the wool pile like you can unmake it if you donât look at him.
Before you can, his hand closes gently around your wrist.
âHey.â
You freeze.
He takes the felted tiger from your hands before you can protest and turns it over, examining it like itâs something delicate.
âYou made this for me?â he asks.
You shrug, suddenly shy. âI mean. Yeah. I thought itâd be stupid if I didnât give it to you after spending all this time on it.â
He looks at it again. The crooked stripes. The ridiculous round body. One beady eye slightly higher than the other.
Then he says, very plainly, âI love it.â
You blink. âYou⌠what?â
âItâs the best gift I got all year," he adds with a small grin.
Your chest tightens painfully.
ââŚAre you just trying to make me feel better about it?â
"I don't care about your feelings enough to lie to you."
He sets the tiger on his nightstand, carefully, like it belongs there.
âItâs mine,â he adds. âYou donât get to take it back.â
For some reason, your eyes sting.
ââŚOkay," you laugh softly.
He reaches out, pulls you back against his side with an easy familiarity that feels dangerous in hindsight.
And pretends to go back to his phone.
But every few seconds, his gaze flicks back to the ugly little thing on the nightstand.
And he thinks, distantly, with something like awe, you made this for him.
Sometime later after you've left, his roommate returns and the oaf dares to makes a comment on the creature sitting on his nightstand.
Said roommate learns very quickly to never, ever insult the felted tiger again.
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