#being held

[lena-oleanderson]

you're allowed to be held.

[poetrybyonur]

If you speak to her softness, she will reply with her fire.

[puppyfenn]

bf!sukuna catches you crying.

X fem reader! (Fluff! No TW!).

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The door to your shared apartment slams shut, as heavy footsteps follow. That being no other than your boyfriend sukuna . He had just arrived after a long day of dealing with pesky customers inquiring about how a microwave worked.

He lets out a sigh of relief, as he undoes his tie loosing it. Relieving some of the pent up pressure rolling his shoulders back to relieve some muscle tension.

Then there it was. The silence that caught his attention first.

Typically you were running to him abandoning your previous task to embrace him in a hug but today? Nothing.

He wasn’t too worried assuming that you had just taken a nap and were in a deep sleep, so he went to check your shared bedroom. The door squeaks as his eyes scan the room.

The bed wasn’t made, sheets rumpled and pillows just above one another in an interlinked parallel.

A sign of life.

From this observation he went to check anywhere else that you could possibly be. That’s when he noticed it.

The door was locked, so gently he knocked to get your attention. How long had you been in there?

“Baby?”, He called out softly, brows furrowing together in worry.

No reply.

“Everything alright in there?”.

A sniffle was heard through the door, followed by a heavy breath.

“Please open the door. I’m getting concerned”, He calls out with urgency evident in his voice.

Finally you speak up, voice hoarse from crying for whoever knows long.

“Kuna?”, Your voice wavering, your delivery barely a whisper.

That’s when a click was heard as the door slowly opened ajar just enough to see your face. You’re visibly teary eyed, pink puffy eyelids. Red flushed cheeks.

As your eyes meet his, his usual stoic expression replaced by dilated pupils. Brows furrowed at the sight of you being distressed or hurt. He opens his arms instinctively inching closer to you.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he brings you closer until you meet his chest. His sizeable, calloused hands move to cup your face to softly signal eye contact.

The moment he meets your eyes, noticing the visible hurt. The sorrow in those beautiful eyes.

He always noticed even if it was subtle, he knew your body like the back of his hand. So in this exact moment comfort was his main priority.

Circling his arms to your back bringing you closer to him. Until your face was buried in his chest.

Letting you go through the motions because when you were ready. You would tell him what was worrying you to make you feel so troubled.

But for now he was content being your anchor for however long you needed him.

Because you were his baby.

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A/N: I’m hoping you guys like this one cuz I did! It’s a shorter one but I just love the concept of kuna being a softy whenever you cry. Or just a big softy for his girl. 🥹‼️

Also! Thank u for the support on the other post, as it was my first ever one shot and I’m so glad you all liked it!!

I ever so enjoy writing as it is my passion. So thank u for interacting with my work :3!

[best-thing]

Which thing is better?

Being held

Fire

Voting ended onSep 15, 2025

[ageremoji]

Being held emoji!

[heartofmuse]

To hold you in my arms as gently as the moon sparkles on the water, feeling the peace of being held with reverence and devotion—with a heart that beats love into existence, a warm current that always calls you home.

e.v.e.

[goodtransgirl]

Her alarm goes off, I grumble in my head since I don't have to get up for a while...only then she takes me in her arms and suddenly it's later and I crave all the memories of her holding me I missed while sleeping...

[cybercatharsis]

am i able to exist without being witnessed?