annie

i write just fluff!

she they, annie/ann, i love eren, toru & suna ˃̶͈◡˂̶͈

dni; if you use ai or accuse me of using it, haters, if you want smut cause im not writing it, under the age of 16 cause my fics can be somewhat suggestive sometimes:)

“c’mere.”

satoru was sitting on the couch, manspread and patting his thigh, for you to sit.

you looked at him and then at his lap. you frown slightly, “are you sure..?” you ask, hesitant.

“yes baby, just come here, pleaseee.” he whines like the dramatic man that he is.

you chewed on the inside of your cheek, “i’m too heavy, satoru,” you say quietly.

satorus brows furrowed immediately. “…what?”

you looked away, “i said i’m too heavy…”

he blinked, “baby.” he stared at you like you just said the dumbest thing ever.

“you’re so skinny, im gonna crush you like this.” you say, seriously.

he scoffs, to him, you sounded real ridiculous right now.

“come here.”

“satoru..”

“i said come here.”

you hesitantly walk over to him. he puts his hands on your hips and pulls you into his lap.

instinctively, you tense at that.

“see?,” he smiles, “i’m more than just fine.”

“for now.”

he laughs, shaking his head. “baby, look at me.”

you don’t. you can’t.

“c’mon, sweetheart.”

reluctantly, you look at him.

his bright eyes immediately soften. “why are you so mean to yourself?” he asks with a frown.

you’re quiet for a moment, “i’m not.”

“you are.”

one of his hands slide up to your waist, gently resting it there.

“you talk about yourself like you’re something i have to put up with.”

your gaze drops.

“but i don’t see you the way you see yourself,”

he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. “when i look at you, all i see is my absolutely beautiful wife.”

heat rushes to your face and your stomach churns. “satoru…”

he presses a kiss to your cheek. “i love your smile,” another kiss, “i love your face,” another on the tip your nose, “i love your body.”

you try to hide your face in his shoulder, embarrassed. “stop.”

“no,” he says, pulling your face back to meet his own, “i love all of you.” he kisses you gently, then pulls back again.

“really?” you ask softly.

“always, so don’t be mean to yourself, my heart can’t take it.” he squeezes your waist gently and kisses you again.

satoru loved hearing himself talk. which was unfortunate for you. because once he started talking, he never seemed to stop.

today’s topic happened to be something about a movie he had watched yesterday. you had stopped paying attention five minutes ago.

“and then the guy looks at him and actually-“ 

you leaned over and kissed his cheek. satoru paused. “…anyway,” he continued. “then he was like-”

another kiss. this time a little closer to the corner of his mouth. he blinked. “are you listening?”

you nodded. “mhm.”

“good.” he continued. “so then-“

kiss.

his sentence died immediately. you tried not to smile. “what was that for?” he asks, pouty.

you shrugged. “wanted to.”

satoru stared at you for a second before continuing. “right. as i was saying-“

kiss.

“hey.”

kiss.

“seriously.”

kiss.

you could see him fighting back a smile.

“you know,” he says, trying to sound annoyed, “most wives let their husbands finish speaking.”

you hummed. “i’m not most wives.” 

he rolled his eyes. “obviously.”

satoru tried one last time. “so the movie ends and-“

you grabbed his face and kissed the tip of his nose. silence. he stared at you. you stared back.

“…forgot what i was talking about.”

you smiled. “finally.”

“don’t sound so happy.”

he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. “you did that on purpose.”

“did what?”

“made me forget.”

you smiled innocently. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

satoru narrowed his eyes. then immediately kissed your cheek.

once. twice. three times.

until you were laughing and trying to push him away. “okay, okay!”

“no,” he said, grinning against your skin. “i wasn’t finished talking.”

“you literally forgot.”

“details.”

he kissed your forehead. then your cheek. then the corner of your mouth.

“will you ever let me talk?” he asks.

you kiss him to shut him up, wrapping your hands around his neck. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer. 

“okay i would actually rather kiss you than talk.” he smiles and pecks your lips.

you grin and smush his cheeks. “cuteness aggression….”

satoru loved kissing you, whether it was your lips or your cheeks, shoulders or stomach. he’d press a kiss to the tip of your nose because he thought you were cute, your hand whenever it happened to be close enough. 

he just couldn’t resist you, ever. he kisses you right after you wake up and right before you go to sleep. he says he won’t have a good nights sleep if he doesn’t kiss you.

“mmf- toru… stop!” you giggle between his kisses. you had just gotten home from mall with your friends. satoru missed you dearly. and immediately when you walked through the door, he basically pounced on you. taking you in his arms and walking to the bedroom whilst kissing you everywhere.

“not a chance, sweets.” he mumbles against your collarbone. he puts you gently on the bed, kissing you from your cheeks, to your nose, your chin, your jaw. moving down to your neck and shoulders.

he goes lower and lower, while sliding off your dress, you help him, lifting your hips. he reaches your thighs, gently kissing down your knee, to your calf. he takes off your shoes and looks at you.

“i missed you so much, y’know.” he frowns, putting your dress neatly on the bed beside your body. he admires your half naked body and smiles softly.

“come here, baby.” you say softly, your arms wide open for him. 

he wastes no time in getting on top of you, and holding you close to him. breathing in your scent from your neck. your arms comfortably settled around him. one hand in his hair, caressing and playing with the soft locks. 

“don’t ever go anywhere without me…” he mumbles against your neck, kissing softly. 

“my big baby.” you smile and kiss him. he melts instantly, smiles against your lips and kisses harder. 

shortly after, you both fall asleep, in each others arms. 

satoru loved teasing you. it was something he enjoyed doing the most. whether it was stealing food from your plate, poking your cheek nonstop, when you tried to focus, or saying the most ridiculous things in public just to watch you get red from embarrassment.

he lived for your reactions. and tonight was no different.

"you know," satoru started, resting his chin in his hand, "i think the waitress likes me."

you didn't even look up from the menu.

"mhm."

"i'm serious." he pouts childishly.

"of course you are."

"she smiled at me." he says, grinning.

"she's a waitress, satoru. that's her job." you say, getting kind of irritated at his words.

he clicked his tongue. "wow. someone's jealous."

finally, you looked up. "satoru."

his grin widened. there it is. the reaction he wanted. a few minutes later, the waitress approached your table.

"are you ready to order?" she asks and smiles at you, then satoru.

you nodded and told her your order. then the waitress turned to satoru. before he could say anything, you casually looked over and said-

"my husband will have the same."

satoru choked on the water he was drinking. the waitress nodded and walked away.

silence.

satoru didn't move. he simply stared at you. his ears turning red, and his cheeks even redder. his smile, usually so effortless, twitched into something much softer.

you tried to hide your own smile. "you okay, toru?"

"you-..," the words died in his throat but he spoke anyway, "you can't just call me that and expect me to be okay."

you grin at that. "thought you liked getting reactions out of me."

he lets out a quiet groan, dropping his head back. "i deserved that..."

you hum. "you've been teasing me and whatnot nonstop lately." you say, defending yourself.

he looks away. "i know.." he says, ashamed.

"telling me the waitress likes you?"

he winced.

"calling me jealous?"

he looks guilty, a frown showing up on his pretty face.

"it's only fair for me to tease you a bit too."

"by calling me your husband?"

"it worked, didn't it?"

"...a little too well." he looks at you. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to keep pushing."

"it's okay, just maybe only focus on teasing, not making me jealous." you say, taking his hand in yours.

"whatever you say, wife."

toji wasn't paying much attention at first, too focused on his phone. half listening, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, looking as uninterested as always.

then you said it.

"you're pretty." you say. admiring him from the side. his soft hair and hard face features. looking like he came out of a dream.

his thumb stopped moving. "...what?"

you blinked, biting back a smile. "i said you're pretty."

a laugh left him, not because it was funny but because nobody has ever called him that. ever. it sounded so foreign to him.

handsome? sure. hot? oh, all the time.

but pretty?

toji looked at you like you just spoke another language.

"you look confused, 'ji." you smile, moving to sit closer to him. you wrap your arms around his big hand and lean into him.

"it's a weird thing to call me."

"how come?" you ask.

"come on, baby. i look far from pretty. i look okay."

you scoff, feigning offence. you sit up and face him, brows furrowed. "how dare you say my boyfriend looks just "okay"?" you get on his lap, your palms on his cheeks.

he puts his phone completely away, focused on just you.

"okay? just okay??" you repeat.

he bites back a grin. "you know what i mean."

you cup his cheeks tighter, squishing them together. the sight almost makes you laugh. "look at you."

"i'm looking at you." he teases, arms circling around your waist.

you huff. "these eyes.." you look into his eyes. "so pretty, breathtaking even."

you run your fingers through his hair. "the hair. soft and pretty."

he rolls his eyes. "you're making things up."

"this face?" you lean in, your nose almost touching his. "the prettiest."

his ears redden, so does his cheeks. "are you done?"

"my pretty boy."

he groans, dropping his head back and then straightening up and kissing you.

"i fucking love you. god, baby." he mumbles against your lips. "so sweet to me."

"you deserve it." you smile against him.

"do i?"

"always."

dating nanami was still new. new enough that you still got butterflies whenever he reached for your hand. new enough that every kiss made you feel unreal.

new enough that you were standing by his front door at eleven thirty at night, wondering whether it was too soon to ask if he wanted you to stay.

so you didn't.

"i should probably get going" you say instead.

nanami looked up from where he had been cleaning the dishes from earlier dinner. "already?" he says quickly, sounding.. disappointed?

you both froze. you weren't exactly expecting that.

"i mean," he clears his throat. "it's late."

"it is." you say, frowning.

and as if he could read your thoughts, he asks.

"do you.. wanna stay the night? i don't want you to go."

he sounded vulnerable, unlike him. while you were all up in your mind, he had walked over to you. "hm?" he hums, his hand reaching for your cheek.

you were getting so red, his words alone made you so giddy, and his touch? oh god.

you finally let out a breath and smile, like you were hoping he says that for weeks. "yes, okay. i'll stay."

he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear. "thank you, love." he leans down and kisses you. it's slow. gentle. the kind of kiss that makes your chest ache in the best way possible.

satoru had seen you in oversized hoodies, pajamas, his shirts that practically swallowed your frame whole.

a bikini, however, was entirely a new territory.

the moment you took of your shirt and shorts, on the beach, adjusting the straps of the bikini top, like it was no big deal, satoru forgot how to function.

"..oh." he mumbles. that was akk the so called strongest sorcerer in the world could manage.

you blinked, "oh?"

his face was already turning pink. "no, I-...you just-". the words died somewhere in his throat, he couldn't even think.

you stared for a second before smiling. "toru.. are you blushing?"

"what? no.."

he absolutely was. the tips of his ears were pink. whole face red. and he couldn't seem to decide whether he wanted to look at you or literally anywhere else.

a sweet laugh slipped frm your lips. he looked away immediately.

"you are blushing."

"i'm not..." he whines.

you took a step closer. "satoru."

his breath caught. the strongest sorcerer in the world had fought curses, survived impssible battles, and stared death in the face more times thn he could count.

yet somehow this was worse. his eyes found yours again. for a moment, he just stared. then his face turned even redder.

"you look... so beautiful, baby." he says, focused on just you.

your smile softened instantly. "thank you, toru."

satoru swallowed. he wanted to say more. tell you that he thought you were beautiful everyday, that the sight of you still managed to take his breath away.

but nothing came out. his brain had compleyely given up.

your smile softened. you stepped closer, slipping your hand into his. a quiet smile tugged at his lips as he squeezed it gently.

maybe he didn’t need to say anything else.

the warmth in his chest, the blush on his cheeks, and the way he couldn’t seem to look away from you said enough.

satoru was already having the worst day imaginable.

he woke up late, spilled coffee on his shirt before the clock even went past twelve in the morning. his phone wouldn’t stop ringing, and by the time he finally got done with work, he was convinced the universe wanted to make him miserable.

all he wanted was to go home. all he wanted was you.

he unlocks the front door to the apartment with a sigh, already preparing himself to complain dramatically in the satoru way, the moment he sees you.

“god-..baby you’re not gonna bel-“ the words die in his throat as he stops in his tracks. there you were. curled on the coach, in his shirt, looking so beautiful and comfortable.

his chest tightened and he felt relieved. his expression softens as he closes the door behind him. shrugging off his coat, hanging it, quickly taking off his shoes as well.

you look up at him the moment he starts walking towards you. “toru! baby you’re home.” you smile opening your arms for him to hug.

he leans down immediately, falling in between your legs, his hands tightening around you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“toru?” you laugh softly, wrapping your arms around him more comfortably.

“don’t.”

“don’t what?” you ask confused, with a soft smile on your face.

“be cute right now.”

you giggle. “im just sitting here.”

he pouts like a child. “exactly.” his grip tightens. “that’s the problem.”

you smile and run your fingers through his soft white locks. it’s much softer than it looks. he practically melts in your embrace. “bad day?” you ask quietly.

“the worst.” he lifts his head to look at you. “spilled my coffee,” he frowns, “almost drove into a curb.” he furrows his brows at you when he sees you fighting back a smile. “is my suffering funny to you, hm?”

you finally laugh. “sorry, baby.”

“unbelievable.” he shakes his head dramatically and feigns offence. “i come home traumatized, hoping for support and comfort… and this is what i get?”

you giggle, “traumatized?”

he groans. “nobody takes me seriously.” despite his complaining, his arms tighten around your waist. you feel him relax a little more the longer he stays in your arms.

you smile softly and continue playing with his hair. almost immediately his eyes flutter shut. “there he is.” you mumble.

“hm?” he hums.

you smile, brushing a few strands of his beautiful white hair away from his eyes. “my satoru.”

he peeks one eye open. “your satoru?”

you nod. “mhm. all mine.”

a sleep smile tugs at his lips. “i like the sound of that.” for once, he isn’t being dramatic. or teasing. he just looks at you with that soft expression he saves for nobody but you. his hand finds yous, intertwining your fingers together.

“today sucked.” he admits quietly.

“i know, baby.” you lean down and press a kiss on his head.

“coming home to you fixes all my problems. i love you.” he says it so sincerely that your heart breaks.

you melt instantly. “i love you too, my baby.”

“don’t go anywhere.”

you smile. “wasn’t planning to.”

“good.” he sighs and closes his eyes again, laying against you ever so comfortably. and within the minutes, the frustration the day gave him, is completely forgotten. replaced by the comfort of your arms around him, your body against his.