໑𓏲 — Oii, gente! Fiquei muito tempo off por que estava resolvendo algumas coisas na minha vida (sorry💔), e nesse intervalo que eu passei fora da comunidade do Tumblr (as vezes entrava no twitter) eu aprimorei meu conhecimento e manifestei muitaaaas coisas no 3d‼️
And sorry por não responder as perguntas na caixinha 😞 juro que só vi agora que voltei (meses depois
“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way
iwtv seasons one and two was like being tucked into bed and read a heartbreaking story by Louis du pointe du lac. The Vampire Lestat is like your blackout drunk uncle trying to tell you an anecdote at a family gathering
By the time the bell finally announced the last period of the day, the sky had darkened completely. Where this morning the sun still had been shining bright and warm, there were now heavy grey clouds blocking the sun out.
You kept your eyes on the window, watching and praying that the rain wasn’t going to fall any time soon , or at least not until you were home. Preferably dry and preferably without any more incidents.
After waking up late, your pen exploding and ruining your notebook, a teacher yelling at you for nearly falling asleep because you definitely stayed up to late once again and the new guy thinking he’s the hottest shit this school had ever seen, you for sure didn’t need to arrive home soaking wet because the weather decided it had to switch from sunshine to heavy downpour in the matter of half an hour.
The bell rang shrill and chairs scraped back all around you as everyone rushed to beat the weather. You stuffed your things into your bag and slung it over your shoulder; hurrying to beat the obvious incoming rain.
Your hopes, now shattered as the first drops landed on the pavement, shattered. The air felt heavy, thick and smelling like a storm rolling in, the kind that would soak you through within seconds.
You barely made it down the front steps before the first drops hit the ground, splattering dark spots across the concrete.
“Of course,” you muttered, tugging your jacket closer around yourself as the sky finally gave in.
A heavy sigh left your lip before you stepped off the last stair and into the rain anyway.
It wasn’t a dramatic, movie-like downpour yet but more like an insistent drizzle that promised to get worse fast. Cold drops were already soaking into your hair and the shoulders of your jacket. You pulled the hood up with a groan, half laughing at your own luck as you started toward the parking lot.
At least the day was over. That alone made everything feel a little lighter, like you could finally breathe again. The tension from class slowly unraveled with each step, the buzz of voices fading behind you as students scattered for cars, buses and rides home.
None of them your destination however. You were going to walk like you always did.
30 Minutes on normal day. Today you’d do your damn best to manage the way in 25.
You tightened your grip on the strap of your bag and picked up your pace, sneakers already giving up holding puddle water off.
Wet.
That was the only word that could properly describe you.
And not in the fun way.
You shoved your hands deeper into your sleeves, head down, counting steps instead of dwelling on how miserable your hair must look by now. The parking lot was thinning out fast, engines roaring to life and tires hissing against wet asphalt as people escaped into warm cars and dry clothes.
You were just about to cross the far edge of the lot when the low rumble of an engine slowed beside you.
Not stopping.
Just… rolling.
Shoulders instinctively tense you glanced sideways just to spot a blue Camaro rolling along at walking speed, window already lowered.
And of course.
Because apparently the universe had decided you weren’t done with Billy Hargrove today either.
The Camaros engine was purring loudly. A noise sending a pleasant shudder through as it slowly kept rolling beside you.
You kept walking stubbornly but that didn’t stop him from leaning an elbow out the window, eyes flicking back and forth between you and the road.
“You know,” he drawled. Eyes, as striking as they were seeming a bit like the ones of a predator. “most people would kill for a personal chauffeur in weather like this.”
You scoffed, not even looking at him. “Most people also wouldn’t get into the car of a walking red flag. At least if they have any sense of self-preservation.”
That just made him grin wider. “Ouch. And here I was thinking we were bonding in class this morning.”
He eased the car a little closer, close enough that you could hear the smirk in his voice. “C’mon, sweetheart. I promise I don’t bite. Not unless you ask real nice at least.”
You hesitated despite yourself, rain dripping off your lashes as you finally looked at him even as you kept walking down the sidewalk.
Billy met your gaze, blue eyes bright and amused.
The redhead in the passenger seat, obviously younger and obviously annoyed by Billy’s antics, rolled her eyes.
“Looks like you already got company with you, hm?” you said and nodded past him at the young girl with a small smile which earned you surprised smile back.
“Ah, Maxine has no problem sitting in the back. Don’t you?”
His tone went colder then just a second before, the tension between the two thick enough that you could have cut it with a knife if you had one with you.
You hesitated, rain dripping from your lashes as you stared at the open window, weighing your options while your shoes slowly soaked through. Every part of you was screaming don’t, but the cold started to bite and your jacket was useless.
Billy seemed to sense your internal battle. He exhaled through his nose, tapped the steering wheel and then finally pulls the car to a full stop.
“Jesus, you’re stubborn.” he mutterd, reaching across to shove the passenger door open.
“Get in before you catch pneumonia or something. I’m not driving off without you.”
You blinked at him, surprised by the firmness in his voice and before you could say something, the girl in the passenger seat huffed loudly.
“I can move,” she said and was already unbuckling her seatbelt. “It’s fine.”
She climbed out, rain immediately plastering her red hair to her face and shoots Billy an annoyed look as she slid into the back instead.
“And it’s Max,” she added sharply, kicking the back of his seat. “Not Maxine. Don’t be weird.”
Billy just smirks unfazed, but you caught the way his jaw tightened just a little at the backtalk.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, then looked back at you. “You getting in or planning to drown out there?”
You hesitated for half a second longer, rain dripping down your nose as you bit your lip in doubt before finally letting out a defeated breath.
“Fine,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you jogged around the car and slid into the front seat. The door slammed shut behind you with a solid thunk, instantly cutting out most of the rain and noise.
Warm air hit your skin a second later, the heater blasting, and you couldn’t stop the small shiver that ran through you as feeling slowly returned to your fingers.
Billy glanced at you once, quick and unreadable, before pulling the car back onto the road.
“See?” he said lightly. “Not so scary.”
You didn’t answer right away, too busy pushing wet hair out of your face and trying to ignore how different everything felt now that you were inside his car—dry, warm, and very much trapped with him.
And Max.
THo you guessed Max was the smaller threat in this situation.
Not that Billy himself had given you a real reason to think he was one. It was just a hunch you had.
The door clicked shut and Billy glanced at you again, one corner of his mouth lifting like he was already entertained.
“Relax.” he said, pulling back onto the road with one hand on the wheel, the other gesturing toward Max in the back.
“If I wanted to kidnap you, I wouldn’t have done so with the shitbird in the car.”
Calming. And oh so friendly…
You huffed, staring out the window. “Very comforting, indeed.”
He chuckled, low and easy. “Hey, I’m just saying. Most people don’t get chauffeured home on day one.”
You shot him a look. “I didn’t ask you to.”
“Oh, I know.” He shrugged, unfazed.
From the backseat, Max watched the exchange in silence, eyes flicking between the two of you like she was memorizing the moment for later.
Billy caught your expression again and smirked. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll try not to make a habit out of rescuing you.”
You rolled your eyes, but this time it was harder to hide the tiny laugh that slipped out anyway.
“You mean because you rescued me out of the rain once?”
Billy let out a low cocky laugh, sounding like he was far more entertained than he should be. He flicked his eyes over to you for half a second before returning them to the road.
“Once?” he echoed, amused. “Nah. I’ve got a feeling you’re the type who ends up needing rescuing more than you’d like to admit.”
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“That’s true,” he agreed easily, then tilted his head just enough to look at you again. “But I do know you walked halfway home in the rain instead of asking for a ride. Which tells me you’re stubborn.”
His grin widened when you didn’t answer right away.
“And judging by the look on your face right now?” he added. “You hate that I’m right.”
Max let out an exaggerated gag from the backseat. “Oh my god, you’re unbearable.”
Billy only laughed again, completely unapologetic. “Relax. I’m just making conversation.” His gaze flicked back to you, lazy and curious. “Besides… it’s not every day someone tells me to my face they think I’m trouble. Kinda refreshing, actually.”
The car kept rolling through the rain, wipers swishing steadily, and whether you liked it or not, you could already tell that his wasn’t going to be the last time Billy Hargrove would get under your skin.
You rolled your eyes, turning back to the window, but the corner of your mouth twitched despite yourself. “Don’t get used to it,” you muttered. “I’m not in the habit of accepting rides from strangers with egos bigger than their cars.”
Billy hummed thoughtfully, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “Funny,” he said, smirking, “I was just thinking the same thing about you. All attitude, zero survival instincts.”
You shot him a look. “I survived just fine before you showed up.”
“Yeah?” His eyes flicked to you again, something sharp and amused glinting there. “Could’ve fooled me. You looked about five minutes away from turning into a drowned rat.”
From the backseat, Max groaned. “Can you two flirt quieter? I’m trying to exist back here.”
You felt heat creep up your neck instantly. “I’m not—”
Billy cut you off with a grin. “Relax, Max. If I were flirting, she’d know.”
And somehow, annoyingly, the way he said it made your stomach flip just a little.
You opened your mouth to snap back, but the words tangled somewhere between annoyance and something dangerously close to flustered. Instead, you huffed and crossed your arms tighter, eyes fixed on the rain streaking down the window.
“God, you’re insufferable,” you muttered.
Billy’s grin only widened. “Yeah,” he said easily, taking a turn a little too fast just to feel the car pull. “I get that a lot.”
For a few moments, the only sounds were the hum of the engine and the steady beat of rain against metal. The road blurred past, familiar streets slipping by, and despite yourself, you started to relax again. Your shoulders loosened. Your breathing evened out. It annoyed you how quickly his stupid car had become a bubble away from the rest of the day.
Then he spoke again, quieter this time. “So… where am I dropping you off?”
You hesitated before answering, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “Just up the hill. Blue house, chipped paint. You can’t miss it.”
He nodded, eyes forward, but there was something thoughtful in the way his jaw shifted. “Got it.”
Max leaned forward between the seats, peering past him at you. “You live up there? That walk sucks in the rain.”
You shrugged. “You get used to it.”
Billy snorted softly. “Yeah. You seem like the type who does.”
The car slowed as it reached your street, tires hissing softly over the wet pavement. Billy eased to a stop in front of your house, the engine idling low as rain drummed against the roof. For a moment, none of you spoke, the silence settling in heavier than expected.
“There,” he said eventually, nodding toward your driveway. “Made it in one piece.”
You huffed out a quiet breath and reached for the door handle. “Yeah. Guess I did.”
Then, softer, almost reluctant, “Thanks. For the ride.”
He glanced at you, something unreadable flickering across his face before that familiar smirk tugged at his mouth. “Anytime,” he said lightly. “Would’ve been a shame to let you drown on my watch.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile that slipped through as you stepped out into the rain. Cold immediately soaked into your clothes again, but you barely noticed it as you shut the door behind you.
The Camaro’s engine rumbled back to life just as you reached your porch, and you swore you could still feel his gaze on you as you fumbled for your keys.
People need a thousand excuses to ship two characters or justify why they like a ship, I just need them to look hot as hell together. We're not the same.
can we have sleepy headcanons about Billy ? Please I want him to be on top of us all snoring and drooling and squeezing his girl using her as a human mattress...this big bear 🥰🤭
Sure absolutely hehehe I love this. I love to think about him snoozin' away <3
Definitely would not be a big cuddler at first smh. He'd say he gets to hot, he moves around too much (he doesn't, he's as stiff as a board smh) or something else to try and pretend like he doesn't love to snuggle. What a brat.
Once it finally happens, probably by accident? Just sort of happened, maybe after you were both watching a movie? lying side by side after some niiiiiice sex? But after that first event he absolutely looooooves to snuggle up with you now hehe. No more pretending.
So at night he's the first one to initiate it, tugging you close and wrapping his strong arms around you <3 ugh and he always smells soooo good too.
But I think he's very much a deep/heavy sleeper once he's finally out. Especially if he's no longer at home and you both have your own spot hehe.
And you're so right he's definitely a snorer. Very very loud to the point that sometimes he wakes you up lmao. But he can't help it. And after all he always looks so cute and peaceful when he's sleeping hehe.
And before he passes out his voice gets all raspy, his eyes hazy hehe. I think he would be one that rubs his eyes a lot when he's sleepy. I think for the most part he doesn't really take naps or anything so the exhaustion would hit all at once. He'd be mumbling and rubbing his face and just snuggling up against you?? love him.
On that topic too I think he gets a lot softer when he's sleepy so he's kissing your face and your hands and kinda gets rambly?? Whether it's talking about his day or asking you about things he just... it's when he's more relaxed I think hehe.
So I think this man is a human heater ya know, always so hot and warm but but but. I think his hands get cold when he's sleeping :( so definitely expect for his hands to accidentally end up inside of your pajama pants oooor up your shirt (and well if he's gripping your chest when you wake up then that's his business lmao)
But he loves to have you all tucked up against him, all snuggled against his body as his strong hands hold you in place. I think he likes to keep his face buried in the crook of your shoulder, that way you get to feel the vibrations from his snoring and wake up to your skin soaked in his drool lmao.
He is also a bed/blanket hog. You will be at the end of the bed and wake up to no sheets or blankets, so just prepare for that. He will deny it of course hehe.
And he's so strong and heavy too? so if he lays on top of you he's like a giant heated blanket hehe. He'll keep you warm and cozy without even trying. And then you can have easy access to playing with those pretty curls against the nape of his neck. Which I also think he looooves to have his hair played with but -
So if you wake up in the middle of the night good luck trying to pry yourself away lmao. He shall not be moved. He is like a rock when he sleeps.
Oooh and if you get to spoon him?? he'd complain about it so hard but he would so secretly love it. Especially when you start kissing along his strong shoulders and rubbing your fingertips across his skin. He'd be huffing and puffing but also melting deeper against your touch lmao. Just as long as he gets to cuddle with his boo <3
basic biology part two part three (completed) - you’re paired with billy for a biology project. you only visit his house once, but it’s enough for you to understand why he doesn’t want you to come over again. when he starts showing up more and more in your life, you realize that it’s basic biology: you were made for him, and he was made for you.
supernova - max's english tutor has a black eye and a shitty alibi. billy sees right through it.
like we'll never have sex - billy's not used to getting less attention than the movie playing on the theater screen.
stuck - billy doesn't know how you keep landing in ridiculous situations, but he'll be your savior every time.
got a light? - billy gives you the help he wishes someone would give to him
window shopping - billy's a perv, but so are you.
possession - sometimes billy's mouth moves, but his dad's voice comes out
figure you out - billy doesn't realize what he's missing until you're with steve
touch starved - headcanons of billy being touch/love starved
smoke break - billy meets a cheerleader on a smoke break that isn't who he thought she would be
oral fixation - headcanons of billy with an oral fixation
widsom teeth - billy drives you home after getting your wisdom teeth removed
cheerleader - headcanons of billy dating a cheerleader
main kinks - headcanons of what i think billy hargrove's kinks would be
moody - billy's girlfriend is moody and he can't figure out why, so he asks max
promposal - how billy hargrove would ask you to prom
rings - headcanons on billy, his rings, and you
lunch break - karen wheeler is jealous of your lunch break with billy
little things - billy notices the little things about you, like the way that you play with your hair when you're anxious
medic - billy needs an ice pack after a rough play on the court, and you're the courtside medic
improvisation - you take control during sex and billy likes it
new york, baby - headcanons of billy dating someone who's similar to him and from new york
warnings: smoking (both of you), implied smut, but it doesn't happen anything because you say no and Billy is okay with it, a few swear words, screaming (only Billy screaming at Max to open the door to let you in), and trans friendly, can be read by asexuals and poc ig
Summary: You tutor Billy so Lucas can get Max out of the house. One thing leads to another.
Lucas's voice had sounded a little shakey when he had called you. He had said something about you needing to distract Billy Hargrove for him, so he could get Max out of their house unnoticed by her step brother.
You had agreed, and were now on your way to Billy's house. Your excuse would be the promised tutoring of him by you, which basically all of his teachers had demanded. Both of you weren't too amazed of that fact, but now you could make it useful for yourself.
When you arrived, Lucas was out of sight, probably already behind the house to get Max through a backdoor or something.
You took a deep breath and knocked. You could hear some loud music through the door, which was interrupted by screaming. In the next second Max opened the door.
"Hi", you greeted "I'm here for Billy", she only nodded, probably already knowing what was actually up.
"It's for you", she told her brother when walking past him, you heard an annoyed grunt, then Billy got up from lifting weights and groaned at you the moment he recognised your face.
"Nice to see you too", you answered "I don't like this as much either, but we'll have to get through it."
"Can't you just leave? I got way more important stuff to do"
"Me too, you want to start with English?"
He groaned again but turned the volume of his music down and gestured for you to sit at the kitchen table. You had imagined this to be a lot more of convincing, but you weren't complaining, honestly.
After a good twenty minutes of you explaining some texts of important authors to him, he offered you a beer, which you politely declined.
He tsk'd at you "Always playing the good boy, huh"
You bit your lip, grinning, and decided to not answer, but you assumed he knew how that had sounded.
When Billy sat down with a can of beer in his hand, his chair was noticeable closer to yours than before, but again, you decided not to comment on it. Instead you asked him to underline the most important parts of the text while you would prepare another task.
He got so close to you that you could smell the very masculine perfume he had on, when he was leaning over to grab a textmarker from your pencil case.
You didn't bother admitting to yourself that your heart had made a little jump at that.
Billy shot you a very small grin, he definetly knew what he was doing. Flirting with a guy. He seemed to have changed his mind about not wanting you here. Goosebumps spread over your neck, of which you hoped he didn't notice.
You discussed what he had worked on afterwards, which, again, proved to you that Billy wasn't stupid at all. He just wasn't interested in school. Which wasn't great, but it could be worse. You had to accept him wasting his potential. Or not.
"Why don't you go to school more often?", you asked, off topic "You could actually use your brain for something more complicated than going to parties, drinking, smoking, and all that stuff", you looked him in the eyes "You're smart."
He smiled teasingly "Why do you care?"
"I don't understand why you are wasting your chance of graduating, going to university, having a nice life, you know."
"I think you just want to see me more often."
You didn't know why you were blushing at that bastard's stupid flirting, but your cheeks were getting warmer and you narrowed your eyes down towards the worksheets again.
"Nuh uh", Billy tsk'd again, and put a finger under your chin, forcing your head up "Keep looking at me"
There were five intense seconds of eye contact between you and him before you kissed. Billy's lips were soft, and plump, and he kissed a lot more gentle than you would have expected.
"Would you still like me to continue working on English?", he asked with a grin much more obvious than the last one.
"I think you need a break", you answered, trying not to stutter - you were very surprised by the situation, but you guessed it was fine. Actually probably more than fine, it was nice.
"I always relax in my room" - "Then I guess, let's go"
He grabbed your wrist, pulling you up from the chair and leading you to his room. He turned around halfway "You don't seem to be the good boy I was thinking you were"
"You just don't know me that well yet, Hargrove", you said, finding your confidence again, and slammed him against his door in the next second, pressing your lips to his in a much more firey kiss.
Your tongue was finding its way into Billy's mouth, past his oh so soft lips, and brushing his tongue. Your hands were on his cheeks while his were lying on your waist. Right before he could establish dominance, you broke off the contact and got into his room, grinning at him.
He followed you in an instant, grabbing your collar and pulling you in.
Billy found the way to his bed blindly, now sitting, leaned against his headboard with you in his lap, one thigh on either side of his.
You could feel his lips moving to your cheek, your jawline, and your neck. Billy was sucking bruises into your skin, at which you moaned silently. His tongue was all hot when he licked over his work.
When he tried to get your shirt off, you broke the kiss.
"Hey, Billy?"
"Hm", he sounded slightly annoyed.
"I'm not really the type of having sex right away", you tried to reassure him with a smile "Sorry"
"What a pity", he answered "Did you really think I wanted something else than sex from you?"
You gulped down the lump in your throat and answered "Yes, I did."
"Well, you were right", he stroked your cheek "Fucker", you chuckled at that "Kiss me again, then", Billy demanded and you gladly fullfilled his wish.
Half an hour later you both were so out of breath that you decided to have a short break, in which you could smoke together.
When Billy offered you a cigarette, you declined, pulling out your own prepped one's. It was only then that you noticed you had forgotten your lighter.
Billy already held his out for you, and when you leaned down to catch the flame with the end of your cigarette between your lips you looked up at him through your eyelashes. You were still straddling him and he could see the fire reflecting in your eyes. It sent shocks through his body, giving him goosebumps as well, which he later wouldn't admit had happened to you.
Then the moment was over, you leaned back, but were still looking directly at him. He lightened his own cigarette as well, then the mood was set. Billy's right hand was placed on your thigh, while your own fingers were playing with his shirt. And you both still weren't able to take your eyes off the other.
Until Billy noticed the slightly different smell of your smoke:
"What's in there?", he asked, his own red lips engulfing his cigarette.
"Normal tobacco mixed with some mint and dried flowers, cinnamon on christmas.", you answered.
"Can I try?", his smile could only be described as challenging. You smirked and took another drag, keeping the smoke in your mouth this time. You leaned over to him, Billy already opening his mouth, and blew it inside, then sealing his lips with a kiss.
Billy moaned into you and was eagerly licking over your tongue, you assumed he liked the taste of your tobacco. You were kissing ever so slowly as to cheerish the moment until you broke it, swearing.
You quickly patted out the little flame that had been caused by your cigarette before it could properly damage Billy's bedsheets. The blonde only chuckled at that, seeming like he was used to that kind of stuff happening. At least he wasn't angry at you, because now there was a little hole in the fabric.
You still smiled apologetically at him, but he shook his head "'s no problem", he shifted a little under your weight "Pretty boys are allowed to burn my stuff all the time."
Natasha knows perhaps before you do that you’re sick. She heard the slight congestion in your voice yesterday and noted it mentally.
Natasha is already prepared. She’s got tissues—the kind that are gentle on your nose and wont rub it raw because she loves to kiss your nose and doesn’t want you in pain. She’s got plans to make soup, whatever kind you want. She will run a bath or shower for you, whatever you feel up to.
Natasha understands that particular fatigue that comes with a cold or virus. She knows it’s hard to sleep, but you feel drained. She’ll sit there all day, with you on her lap. Her strong arms will hold you close, if that’s what you want. Or maybe you don’t want to be touched, and if that’s the case she nods and smiles at you, completely accepting. She’ll just sit next to you, for however long you need it.
Natasha will make sure you’re comfy. She’s a bit obsessive over it. Pillows, fresh clothes even when you don’t feel like changing, water or some other form of hydration nearby. You don’t have to worry about anything. She’s got everything handled.
Natasha makes sure you don’t feel gross about being sick. She assures you that it’s normal, “everyone gets sick, moya lyubov”. She’ll run her fingers through your hair and tie it back if need be, keeping it off your neck and face. She’ll rub vapor rub on your chest, down your neck, under your nose, and tracing your sinuses. She’ll point out how cute you look with flushed cheeks and a red nose, “I always find you cute, but you look especially adorable”. Maybe she says it to tease you but she means it.
Natasha has a stronger immune system, so it’s not likely she’ll catch your cold. If she does? Good luck. She becomes clingy. Baby koala-sloth hybrid clingy.
helping hands . sukuna x reader : sukuna hates physical touch but he tries for you
sukuna wasn't one for affection. touch simply made his skin crawl. unfortunately, your love language was physical touch. the first few weeks of dating sukuna was the hardest. every touch you'd have to apologize for. it was hard for you.
you wanted to hold his hand or cuddle with him when you watched a movie.
you liked sukuna enough to get used to it. you used words or small gifts to show him your love and he was grateful you weren't too pushy about touch.
you were in the kitchen getting a cup of tea to drink. your tummy was hurting and tea always helped calm it down.
sukuna knew your stomach was hurting. he knew the routine you'd take. drink warm tea and put a heating pad till the pain went away.
sukuna also knew his hands were warm.
he sat on the couch listening to you warm up so water for your tea. he was debating going and helping you out. touch just wasn't something he liked but he wanted to help you. you were in pain and if he could help, he wanted to.
he got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. your back was turned towards him and he allowed himself to think about this a little longer.
he was about to touch you.
he watched you hunch over the counter and hold your tummy while the water warmed up and he made his final decision.
he approached you and slipped his hands under your shirt. he pressed them onto your tummy, warming your skin with his hands.
he felt you freeze for a second before melting against him. he was tense. he wasn't used to this and he definitely didn't like it but he wanted to do it for you.
he hesitantly started to move his thumb gently over your skin. hoping to soothe the pain in your stomach.
you didn't say anything. you didn't even move. you were afraid one wrong move and he'd pull away.
sukuna stayed close though. evenutally hiding his face in your neck. he held you when you made your tea and followed you to your bedroom. he layed next to you, keeping his hand on your tummy.
sukuna hated physical touch, but he'd try for you.
