An omelette originating from emu eggs is not called an "emulet" as an "emulet" is an amulet made from emu eyes for improved omens while obtaining emu eggs for emu egg omelettes.
Warnings: mostly fluff, suggestive/suggestive language, mentions of alcohol and drugs
Synopsis: just a little domestic “drabble”? about Fratboy!Sukuna being soft every once in a while and playing in your hair.
Sukuna isn’t necessarily your lover, there is no label attached to whatever connection you two have.
Random calls and texts, inside jokes, gifts exchanged with a short “just thought about ya,” random food runs that often ended in you stealing his food, and late night links that ended with the two of you breathless, skin connected in a way that felt lewd but soft, almost sincere.
You silently told yourself that Sukuna was too rigid for a real relationship, he was the notorious fratboy afterall.
Nights for him started with shots, party games, a blunt, and music so loud you felt it in your throat. Nights ending in a drunken haze, ready to repeat the cycle, like he could stay in it forever.
For you it was different, your nights beginning with your meticulous shower routine, favorite perfume, your quickest comfort meal, and whatever exhausting assignment you had due at 11:59P.M.
You spent your nights checking your phone every now and again, waiting for that text, the one that gives you butterflies, heart racing just a bit faster. You secretly longed for him, for that connection.
He longed for you too, unable to display that longing in a meaningful way.
There were glimpses of it, something reminiscent of walking along a trail surrounded by trees, branches occasionally separating allowing the warmth of the sun to caress your skin.
Every once in a while you two would be domestic; as if you were playing house.
Nights where you’d shower together, sharing quiet giggles and quick kisses. Washing each other gently. Silently cooking together, as to not wake anyone up, fleeting glances and pauses to let each other taste test.
You’d eat together, complementing one another's culinary skills. He’d clean the dishes as you put them away. A routine that felt natural on nights like this.
The night would end with the two of you in bed, your head laid on his chest, Your breath matching each other's pace. The sound of an old movie you let him pick settles in the room, heavy eyes watching but not quite paying attention.
“you know what would be beautiful right now?” you say, breaking the silence as your voice slurred a bit from drowsiness. His eyes drift towards you, he knows the answer but he asks anyway “what would be beautiful right now?” “If you played in my hair.. please?”
“you’re gonna fall asleep on me” he says. “no I wont, I promise Ryo!” you say as you finally sit up to fully look at him.
He looks at you for a moment, you can’t quite read his facial expression; and then he leans in, leaving a soft peck on your lips “i’ll get the comb” he says, sitting up from the bed to search for a comb.
“yayyy you’re the sweetest!”
He comes back to bed, settling his back on his headboard, legs set straight out for you to lay your head on.
You take a pillow and lay it across his thighs, settling on your side as you lay your head on the pillow, pulling his blanket up to your neck.
A slight smirk sprawls across your face and goosebumps on your skin as he gently touches your hair, moving it from your face as he brings the comb to your scalp, gently dragging it back and separating your hair with care.
You close your eyes and soak in the feeling. Sukuna never talks when he does this, he knows you enjoy the silence. Content with the sound of the movie, the feeling of his fingertips on your scalp, and the cold drag of the comb.
He repeats the process, gently combing your hair back, dragging the comb gently against your scalp, separating the hair; taking his finger and dragging it slowly against the part he just made.
You drift to sleep, lulled by his touch.
You felt so safe.. comfortable, content on nights like this.
This was your favorite routine.
Sukuna would slowly lean forward, catching the sight of you, lashes sitting gently atop of your cheeks, lips slightly parted, as you breathed steadily, fast asleep.
Sukuna felt warm inside, a feeling unknown to him until the two of you met.
He was never the romantic type, he’s still unsure of how to show affection, still learning how to be vulnerable, to show up for you in a meaningful way, but this feels right.
His love language.
He reaches over, setting the comb on his nightstand.
He gently moves your head up so that you’re laying straight, he shifts himself, settling beside you.
His night ends with a gentle kiss to your forehead, eyes set on you, the way your lips part as you rest, the way your eyes move ever so slightly as you dream, hands holding each other as they sit under your chin.
He wanted to be fluent in his love language if it meant having endless nights like this.
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Divider by- @anitalenia
Authors note: hello! I had been thinking of writing this for a while after feeling absolutely euphoric getting my hair played with lol, I wrote this in like less than two hours so if it’s messy I truly apologize. I hope you guys like it <3
Set apart from the moment he was born and raised to lead, for his people, Omen was to be a replacement for the god that in centuries past had turned his back and abandoned them. To his elders he was a flawless avatar of the great daemon who sired his line, but those who knew him best saw the cracks- the soft nature that would inevitably bring their religion, their community, their very way of life crashing down if left unchecked.
