𓆩✧𓆪Heian!Sukuna x forestdeity!reader; Sukuna being a little shit when you just wanna go to sleep
drabble; no CW, fluff
Sukuna had anger issues, he'd always been self-aware enough to recognize it. It could be explosive at times, and as in control as he tried to appear it was always simmering beneath the surface.
Something fundamentally wrong, twisted in his soul.
He never claimed to be a good person, he knew he was far far from it. Some might even say he was evil, a monster. Including you.
He watches you sleep a bit too soundly, using his upper right arm as a pillow. Dead to the world, lips parted— he could feel warm puffs of air brush his skin with every breath you took. The audacity, he couldn’t fathom it. The sheer gall of this tiny woman to be able to sleep so peacefully. (Average sized but to him? tiny)
His brow twitches with annoyance as he continues to watch his little forest deity nap on him. His arm was numb, he wanted to move.
A gentleman would either stay as he was or slide his arm free, careful not to disturb you. Sukuna?
He raises his other hand and flicks your forehead, hard. Letting out a loud thwack that jolts you awake.
“Ow!!” Your hands fly to your forehead, eyes involuntarily tearing up at the sharp sting as you glare, “what in the Hells Sukuna!”
“My arm was growing numb woman” he huffs, tugging his arm free and stretching it above his head as he stares down at you, unamused. One would think he was the one violently flicked awake given the look on his face.
“Could’ve just nudged me awake or something. Ow..” you grumbled, rubbing your forehead in soft circles with your fingertips as you shuffle away from him to lay back on the bed, this time with a sizeable gap.
“I did technically nudge you." To the untrained ear he sounded almost bored, but you picked up on the underlying amusement in his tone as he watched you roll over, “where are you going?”
You throw him a dirty look over your shoulder as you settle in once again, this time choosing to rest your head on a fluffy pillow “back to sleep”
His expression hardens as he watches you, piercing red eyes narrowing in offence as it wasn't his own fault, “who said you could move away from me brat”
It takes a second for his words to register. But when they do you turn on your side to face him, blinking at the sheer audacity of his question. How dare he sound offended after HE whacked you!
“I do not appreciate being woken up so violently by a rude ruffian!” You spat before rolling over to show him your back once more, still rubbing your sore forehead, a small red mark blooming on it. You could heal it immediately, it wouldn't even take a second to use your powers to do so but you rather milk this situation.
“Tch” you hear Sukuna click his tongue, followed by faint rustling as he reaches out and immediately grabs your waist with his lower arms to drag you back against his chest. His large palms grip your waist before he rolls over so you're now resting on his left arm this time.
“Let go! I don’t wanna be flicked again” you snap, trying to wiggle free only for all four of his arms to tighten around you in a stifling grip.
That’s all the brute offers, no excuses or reason, no promise not to do it again.
You struggle and grumble, trying for a moment longer before going limp in his arms with a sigh of defeat. You knew better than to waste energy in a futile struggle. Sukuna loosens his grip ever so slightly, enough for you to breathe comfortably but not enough for an escape.
He burrows his face against your hair, warm breath fanning your scalp as he huffs again, “you were sleeping too peacefully” he murmurs his twisted excuse behind his prior actions.
You feel your eye twitch in growing annoyance, “you’re so infuriating, what does that even mean!” You struggle again in his grasp only for his grip to tighten once again until you stopped.
With an exaggerated sigh of defeat you settle down, head resting on his bicep. His grip loosens further, one hand gently stroking your waist as if urging you to relax. You hated that it worked, the slow rhythm of his calloused fingertips dragging up and down you side, "go back to sleep".
As annoyed as you were by his antics, it was warm in his embrace. It was hard to stay awake with your head resting on your favourite pillow once again.
Sukuna’s soul was definitely twisted but it didn’t always show in destructive ways. Sometimes it was in the way he gained pleasure in ragebating his poor wife who just wanted a good nights rest.
a/n: I have a proper story for forest deity reader, it's kinda all over the place but I plan to make it a series soon. I need to write more regularly instead of in random bursts when I'm trying to go to sleep
divider by @/cursed-carmine
