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A/N: i honestly don’t know much about racing so bare wit me yall
⤷ "andddd here we are, at the race track with the two most famous race car drivers getting to compete against each other among the rest to win the tournament, on my left we have toji fushiguro and the one and only ryomen sukuna" you introduced both males as they both did a gesture towards the camera with a sweet smile.
"so, what are you boys predictions for today's race?" you held the mic in the middle. "well, i'm looking forward to winning of course and bringing home the trophy to my wife and kids who are watching" toji said as he smiled and waved towards the camera. "that's very sweet mr. fushiguro now, mr. ryomen what are your predictions?" you held the mic towards him, it being slightly lower since he was so tall along with toji. he bent down and spoked.
"you should already know what my predictions are" he smirked as he winked at you. you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. toji shook his head as he brushed his jet black hair from his face. sukuna noticed your slight irritation and smiled a bit like he won. you asked them a few more questions before it was time for them to go and get ready to race.
you couldn't lie, sukuna looked good in uniform as he wiped his hair back with his hands and soon grabbed his helmet and placed on it onto his head before getting into his race car and settling in as his mechanics made his tires and car was ready to go. he then zoomed past you to make it towards the track and wait at the starting point of the race.
you stood there looking into your script for the day before your friend, kacie who is also a new reporter, came and stood next to you. "i saw the way he looked at you" she smiled. you sighed. "kacie, i seriously don't have time for this" you chuckled bitterly. "okay, but hear me out-" she took off her headset. "i think he actually likes you for real and you should hop on that before somebody else does" she shrugged.
“he's a whore" you deadpanned. "i want someone who is willing to be there for me when im having trouble with my mentality and simply be loyal, i know that's the bare minimum but that's all i ever wanted in a man kacie"
kacie stayed quiet for a moment before breaking it. "you know what, i can totally understand why you wouldn't want him" she nodded before grabbed onto your shoulder. "buttttt i think he actually changed his ways, i mean has he had any other scandals lately?" she questioned.
"no, but it wouldn't feel right to me especially since we're basically co workers...i don't wanna ruin my good job for a man who can't keep his dick in his pants" you sigh heavily before turning towards her. "i'm really grateful for your support with me and my discombobulated love life" you laughed as she laughed too. "okayyy, let's go monitor this race" she took her hand off your shoulder before leading the way.
"you two are awfully late" your co worker, sam said as he looked at you both. "we're not, the race hasn't even started yet sam" kacie rolled her eyes as you giggled. "what do you mean? the race is about to start in less than a minute" he stressed. "sam, did you not hear what you just said? it starts in less than a minute, meaning we have enough time to see them take off" you stated putting on your own headset and leaned towards the computer that has the camera view of the racers.
you can see the racers initials on the monitors screen as the little dots all came up beside it each other.(i don't exactly know how this stuff works so bear with me) as the anticipation and excitement for the race continues, as the audience is heard through out the arena. roaring and cheering can be heard as they all dressed in their favorite drivers colors, waving flags of their country's flag with face paint on as well.
"the racers are here so the show must go on, everybody let's get ready to rumbleeeeeeeeeee" the narrator declared as the crowd roared with excitement. just then the race had begun and you can see on the monitor that sukuna has already passed up three racers and was heading towards apex. many people cheered on for him as you watched in amusement. soon sukuna burnt out his tires and was making his way to the mechanics.
"come on, come on guys he's on his way" one of the team members said as they got alerted by the others. he came in, halting his car a bit too hard and the workers got to work. "how many minutes before they make it here?" he asked one of the workers.
"about a minute, why?" "saves me just enough time to get ahead and make it towards the next lap" he smirked as the workers were finally done with his car. and with that he revved his car's engine, speeding off onto the track completely passing two cars that were half a second ahead of him. he chuckled looking into his rear view mirror, seeing one of the cars trying to catch up to him.
"not on my watch" he quickly pressed down onto the turbo button to increase his speed. from his sudden speed the dirt on the road blew onto the other racers view making them swerve a bit.
"fucking asshole" toji mumbled, rolling his eyes. sukuna is now heading towards apex as he's cruising through the race. "gosh, he's so cool" you heard one of the reporters say as they kept their eyes on the tv screen above you all as it was showing the drivers. you couldn't lie, what he did was cool you just wish he wasn't so damn cocky all the time.
the race continued on for many laps and soon sukuna made it towards the finish line. he hurriedly got out of the car and jumped up in excitement as the other racers were groaning and mumbling from the lost. toji walked up to him and placed his hand onto his shoulder. "congrats ryomen, maybe you'll finally get the girl you've been fiending over " toji squeezed his shoulder before patting it and walking away.
sukuna halted his excitement as he skimmed his eyes over towards where you usually sat, smiling as he you saw you calmly sitting there with your head down as everyone else cheered. he smirked before walking over towards you. he sneaked behind you and placed his hands over your eyes. you jumped from the sudden touch. "guess who" he tried deepening his voice more.
"sukuna, i don't really have time for you" you pulled his hands away off of your face, getting up and turning towards him. "come on baby, why are you so angry with me? what did i do to deserve your harsh love, huh?" he stared into your eyes, grabbing one of you braids to fiddle with it between his fingers.
you continued staring him with a scowl before one of his many fan girls came up to him. "hey, ryomen wanna come by my place tonight? we're having a after party and we'll be happy if you're there" the dirty blonde asked as she pointed towards her friends as they giggled. sukuna looked at her and then back towards you. "uhhh, i would appreciate that but im kinda busy right now" he smoothly replied, dropping your hair as she stopped rubbing his arm, rolling her eyes before looking at you up and down with scoff before walking away.
you looked at him shocked. you didn't expect him to turn her down for you? "why'd you do that?" "what do you mean, pretty?" you rolled your eyes crossing your arms. "you know what i'm talking about, why didn't you accept her offer like you always do to groupies" you squinted your eyes at him. "heh, i'm a changed man y/n, i know what i want and i won't stop until i get it" he seriously expressed, staring deep into your eyes.
you nervously gulped from the sudden change in atmosphere and his body being so close you to the point that you can barely breathe.
"uhm, i-i'll see y-you later okay?" you hummed before walking away or attempting to because he quickly pulled you by the arm, turning you around as you was now pressed against his chest. you gasped, separating the yourself from him by placing your hands onto his chest. his hands held your waist as he took the initiative to lean in for a kiss, you mentally screamed as you forcefully pushed yourself away from him.
"n-no, no no no" you only said before quickly walking away from him. sukuna watched in complete sorrow before shaking his head and walking away as well. kacie seen the whole thing happening in a state of shock before mentally noting that she'll ask you about it later on.
you found yourself in your comfy home, crying as you sat in the bathtub. you never expected for him to just throw himself onto like that. how dare he? how dare he all of a sudden change his ways for you. maybe he just wants to get into your pants because he thinks he can easily break you. yeah, that's it, that's all he wanted. he wanted to get you alone so he can use you. you rolled your eyes, wiping your tears as your phone started to ring. you grabbed your towel, wiping your hands before reaching for your phone and answering the call without even looking at the caller ID.
"hey, what's up?" you weakly asked as you used your washcloth to clean yourself. "y/n? girl are you okay? i saw what happened with you and sukuna" you stopped your movement as you responded, "yes, i'm fine....just a little tired is all" you lied as you continued cleaning yourself, rubbing the soap on your legs.
"y/n, i know when you're lying it's okay, you can tell me that you aren't" she pleaded. you sighed softly, "kacie.....do you really think he likes me? i'm having second thoughts" you carefully asked.
“yes girl, i'm telling you that man wants you but like i said before it's totally fine if you don't want him" she hummed. you stayed silent for a while. "i...i don't know, im scared" you voiced. "i'm scared that i'll just be another booty call to him" you continued. "yeah, i understand how you feel.....well, i'll leave you alone about it but if you DO somehow wanna talk to him, i got you girl" she reassured.
"okay" you weakly smiled as you two continued to talk before you got out of the tub and heard the sound of your doorbell ringing. you froze in place as you were putting on your shirt and panties. "now, who could be at my door this time of night" you more likely asked yourself.
"maybe you should answer it" kacie voice echoed through the hallway as you walked down it and towards your front door. you looked through the peephole seeing a tall figure dressed in all black.
"i can't see their face" you commented. "open it" she told you shuffling around in her room. "no!, i don't know who this could be" you quietly yelled. "y/n? it's sukuna, i just wanna say that im sorry" you heard a deep rough voice call out from outside. your eyes widened in shock, "kacieeeee, it's himmmmm" you dragged out.
"WHAT?! girl open the damn door" she yelled. "okay, okay, i'll call you back" you hurriedly said as she said her last few words before hanging up. you took a deep breath before unlocking your door and opening it.
there he stood, in his all black nike tech tracksuit with the hood over his head. the black beanie he wore covered his hair ever so slightly, the pink strands showing themselves.
"what're you doing here? who gave me you my address?" you hastily asked. "i been asked kacie for it" he rubbed his chin. “uhm okay come in" you stepped aside to let him in.
he simply nodded and walked through the doorway. you closed and locked the door after before turning around seeing him already taking a seat on the couch with his shoes by the side of the couch. "yeah, you knew to take off them shoes" you mugged as he only lightly chuckled at you. "come m'ere" he lowly said.
his eyes were watching you like a hawk as you made your way to sit next to him. you sat a few inches away from him as he chuckled. "why are you so far? i want you closer" he lightly grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. your nerves were spazzing out of control at this point. he can feel your shaking making him grab your chin to make you look at him.
"why are you so scared, huh? i just wanted to come see you and apologize for what happened, mmk?" your eyes didn't meet his gaze just yet as you looked anywhere but into his beautiful crimson eyes.
they were so enticing and pleasing to look at. sukuna's grip on your chin had gotten tighter as he forcefully turned your head towards him. "look at me" you winced as you finally made eye contact with him.
"there she is, my beautiful angel" he smiled softly. "s-sukuna why are you doing this?" you trembled. "why? because i want you y/n, i don't care about that stupid contract.....you're all i ever wanted baby" by the look in his eyes you can tell he was sure about it.
his crimson irises twinkled with desperation. "b-but i don't wanna lose my job sukuna" you gulped feeling him use his other hand to rub circles on your thighs.
"you won't" "but what if i do, huh? you can't always be so sure about everything" you sighed standing up causing his hand to fall from your chin.
you paced around the living room as he watched you. "y/n" he simply expressed as he sat back onto the couch, his arms crossed behind his head. you continued pacing slightly scolding yourself for even letting him into your home and basically falling for em even more.
“y/n, can you calm down for a moment? you’re over exaggerating” he rolled his eyes. “what do you mean i’m over exaggerating? YOU think i’m just gonna say yes to your proposal? NO, I WONT, you can just go back to being a womanizer and leave me the fuck out of it!” at this point you were shaking with anger as you finally let out your frustration.
there was silence. sukuna looked you with as much sympathy he can muster up. soon, he sighed standing up with a grunt before walking over to your shuttering form.
he slowly lifted his hand and placed it onto your cheek causing you to jump back, pushing him back with your palms against his chest. "no, get away from me and leave right now" you choked out your cries as you pointed towards the door.
yet, he didn't move a muscle. he instead just chuckled at you as he shook his head before sitting back down. "you think i'm playing? i want you gone" you suddenly gained the balls to talk to him with more dominance.
"ouuu feisty, i like that" he smirked. "you're so insatiable" you rolled your eyes as you groaned. "and you love it" he got up from the couch and pulled you towards him, making you become mush in his chiseled chest.
you shook your head, inhaling his scent. "i can't stand you, you know that right?" your voice came out mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. your face was still wet with tears but you couldn't care less anymore about that. "yeah, yeah i know" he replied.
you looked up into his eyes, your chin sitting prettily against his chest. his own eyes stared back at you with a slight glint of softness.
the silence was comfortable as it can get before he decided to break it by slowing lowering his head to kiss your lips. your eye closed at the feeling of his lips on yours. it was a soft passionate kiss. you turned your head to the side and deepened the kiss.
you felt him smirk against your lips as he picked you up and soon carried you towards what seemed to him to be your room. he kicked the door as you tightened your grip on his waist with your legs. he walked over to your bed and laid you down. he stared for a moment, gawking at your beauty.
you felt a bit shy under his intense gaze as you instinctively covered your face with your hands. he only chuckled before moving your hands. "why are you so shy?" he questioned placing a hand onto your cheek. you sheepishly smiled. “i don’t know i just-“ you paused for a second.
“i just can’t believe im letting the known “fuck boy” do things to me knowing i wouldn’t have allowed it” you chuckled. he hooked a finger under chin before slowly bending down to kiss your lips. he pulled back with a bite of your lip, watching it fall back into place.
“heh, looks like you’ve been wanting me along” he chuckled gesturing towards your soaked panties. you instinctively pulled the shirt down only for him to move them above your head as he kneeled down to come face to face with your cunt.
“damn, you’re leaking” keeping a tight grip on your wrist, he leaned in to lightly suckle against the fabric. your breath hitched as you slightly jolted from the sudden feeling of his lips grazing against your lips.
he made out with your panties as he placed his tongue flat against your cunt and took a long lick. you softly moaned squirming from the pleasure. “ngh~ stop playing sukuna and just eat my pussy already” you complained furrowing your eyebrows.
“huh? what do you want me to do? i couldn’t hear you” he let go of your wrist and pulled away to hook his fingers under your panties. “you know, what i said” rolling your eyes, softly bucking your hips towards him.
“oh? i can’t seem to remember, can you enlighten me….please?” he whispered whilst a smirk slowly forming on his face. “ugh you’re so annoying, i’m just gonna do it myself” you attempted to place a hand down to rub your cunt but he immediately pulled your panties down in a swift motion as your slick stuck to the fabric.
“finally” you sighed closing your eyes. he only chuckled before pulling you closer by your hips and gripped onto your thighs as he began tongue kissing your vigina. he sloppily made out with it as you gripped his hair. he groaned against your vigina tightly sucking your clit. you quivered and shook trying to run away from his mouth.
“unt unt, come back here” he mumbled tightening his grip on your thighs. you were pretty sure if he held it any tighter it would sure bruise. you moaned helplessly as he continued antagonizing your cunt. “kuna~ babyyyy im almost there~” you say feeling your stomach tighten.
“yeah? you wanna cum all on daddy’s tongue, don’t you baby?” he mumbled now giving your cunt kitty licks. occasionally softly thrusting his tongue in your hole. you whined tucking your bottom lip between your teeth from the sensation. “yessss, keep eating my pussy” moaned out sitting up on your elbows as you felt yourself release.
he held eye contact with you as he slurped up all of your body fluids. his eyes low and hazy as his mouth continued doing wonders to you. you sighed rubbing his head as you laid your head against your shoulder. “you’re killing me sukuna~ fuck~” your face scrunched up as he only hummed against your cunt before pulling away.
a long strip of saliva mixed with your juices connected you both until it finally snapped. his chin was covered in your juices as he licked his lips. the fluid dripped down his chin and landed onto his crotch that seemed to be protruding a bit with his cock standing up.
“i love this pussy” he spoked before standing up. you immediately looked up at him spreading your legs wider. “you do? come own it then” you boldly replied using your foot to softly rub his harden cock through his sweats. “fuck~” he threw his head back, “you’re gonna make me feral” he brought his head back down.
you giggled stopping your teasing before turning yourself around, arching your back as deep as you can. your arms stretched out in front of you as you looked over your shoulder towards him. “what are you waiting for?” you rocked your hips back and forth seductively, “come fuck me” you bit your lip.
sukuna breath got caught in his throat as he watched how your cunt spread with how far you arched your back. placing a hand over his bulge before gripping your hips with force as he slowly pushed his hips against your ass. you moaned dropping your head into the pillow. “fuck, i can’t wait anymore” he groaned letting go of your hips, pulling his sweats down along with his briefs as he pumped his thick cock.
you lifted your head and looked over your shoulder once again. you bit your lip watching as he gripped his cock in his hand as pre-cum oozed from the tip. “put it in kuna~” you pushed your ass back onto him. “kuna? i’m ngh~ kuna now?” he questioned stroking his cock. “yesss, please put it in” you whined. “goshhh, okay” he pulled your hips back onto him more as he slowly inserted his dick into your hole.
immediately, he threw his head back moaning. “you’re so fucking tight, i can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me” he groaned continuing to insert himself. your fingers gripped the sheets. his dick was becoming too much to handle at this point. “fuck kuna~ how big are you?” you questioned in strained voice. he deeply chuckle.
“baby……this is only half of it” you snapped your head back seeing that he was for sure not lying. you can see that he about three more inches left to put in. you physically groaned as tears began to form at your waterline. “please tell you aren’t putting all of it in” you whined. “y/n, it’s either go big or home” he smiled, rubbing your back to soothe your worries.
“shit…..okay, y/n you can do this” you quietly as you looked at it once more before mentally preparing yourself again as you placed your head down. “you never had something this big before?” he laughed. “NO! now i see why all those girls fell in love with you” you groaned. “heh, it’s all yours now baby” he said before pulling his hips back and slamming right into cunt. your breath got caught in your throat as you literally felt the wind get taken out of you.
“my goshhh~ slow d-down kuna~” you cried gripping your sheets squeezing your eyes shut. “sorry baby, not with the way this pussy gripping me” he groaned snapping his hips into you at a fast pace reaching forward to grip your neck with his tattooed hand. his other hand kept an iron grip on your hip as he held your neck. your body jolted with each movement.
the bed shook with his heavy brutal thrusts. you sat up on your elbows in a daze as you continued to take thrust after thrust from the male. you began to bounce your ass back onto him to meet his thrust. “hah~ you’re taking me so well” he whimpered feeling your cunt tighten around his dick.
“tell me you love this dick” he suddenly slowed down his pace as he curled his hand in your hair. “why’d you stop?” you whined. “tell me” he replied slowly thrusting as the sounds of your slick and his own bodily fluids made themselves known in the bedroom. “tell me, right now or i’ll stop” he demanded.
“fuck, i-i love your dick” you stupidly stuttered hoping he would take that response and keep fucking you. “yeah? show me how much you love it” he rebutted completely stopping his movement. “please~ kuna” you pleaded. “do it” he once again demanded pulling your hair with a harsh tug. you unintentionally moaned from the force.
you began to rock your hips back and forth onto him as he continued to hold your hair, watching the way your cunt sucked in his dick as it disappeared inch by inch. he moaned biting his lip.
“go ahead, keep fucking yourself” he groaned throwing his head back. “mmh~ i’m close princess~” he whimpered tugging your hair as he forced your head to lean back. your eyes fell onto the ceiling as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“m-me t-too” you fastened your pace as your boobs bounced feeling yourself release all over his dick. he looked at the cock ring that formed. “shit, where do you want it?” he let go of your hair as you dropped your head onto the pillow, feeling him grip onto your hips again and fucked into you. beads of sweat began to form on both of your foreheads. his trickled down his face and rolled down to neck. “i want it inside…” you said in a unsure tone.
sukuna noticed and kept that noted in his mind as he felt his release coming. he hurriedly pulled out and came onto your back. the warm semen decorated your lower back like white paint on a canvas. your juices coated his dick as he tried catching his breath. your body went limp as you laid flat against the bed. your body shook as you tried catching your breath as well.
after a few minutes sukuna flipped you over and looked at your fucked out face. “you’re so pretty” he smiled. “really? i mean, i would i hope i still look good to you after you fucked me like a slut” you mumbled wincing as you sat all the up on the bed. “yeah, i’ll get some towels to clean you and then we can take a shower” he said before kissing you on the lips, pulling his sweats and briefs up and later leaving the room.
you sighed looking at your worn out pussy. “girl, you’ve been through a lot” you shook your head. sukuna soon came back a few minutes later, “sorry i took so long, i was trying to figure out the layout of your house and find the towels” he apologized. “you could’ve just asked me” you giggled.
“yeah, yeah” he placed the warm towel against your cunt and began gently wiping you off. after he was done, he grabbed you and carried you bridal towards your bathroom so you both can shower. you could’ve walked but you were sure that your legs weren’t usable right now after the very eventful night you just had with sukuna.
you planned to tell kacie all about this tomorrow as you both laid in your bed cuddling watching “good girls” on netflix.
⌗ ⠀ soldier boy ‘benjamin’ ⠀ ✗ ⠀𝒇 ! reader , O.963k . ⠀ 𓊈 ⠀reader has long hair ༝ reader has tits + pussy ༝ abled - bodied ༝ reader was written with a black woman in mind but there’s no description of her ethnicity here ༝ 6Os ! alternative universe ༝ crude language ( its sb after all . . ) ༝ sex working ( self explanatory ; reader is a pornstar ) ༝ degrading language ༝ slut shamming ( kinda ) ༝ mean ! soldier boy ? ༝ no use of y / n ⠀𓊉 ⠀ ✴︎ ⠀ 𝒎𝓲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 .
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⠀𓊈 ♰ 𓊉 ⠀݁⠀⠀⠀˖⠀⠀ 𓃭 ⠀゛⠀𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 , you hadn’t expected to see Soldier Boy manspreading over the overly expensive couch occupying the middle of the room . His face was smooth , freshly shaven . He held a whiskey glass in one hand while the other rested loosely on his thigh . You lifted a brow and kept your words to yourself . Your silk ponytail danced gracefully as you walked towards the vanity . The loose baby blue baby doll dress floated beautifully around your body , conceiting the defined curves of bust from being seen. All except your bouncing tits he couldn’t dart his gaze away from .
“ What are you doing here ? I thought you had an event at noon . “ You inquired. Two fingers held the cotton pad you were using to rub off the heavy make up you wore for today’s filming . Vanessa had been fond of make over, looking good, neat, presentable . . But that funky make up you was forced to use to look decent on screen always bothered you more than the creepy men you had to film with from time to time .
“ I still do .” From the mirror you watched him rise from his seat with a grunt . He strode his way , wrist twirling the brown liquor sitting at the bottom of its glass . “ Told them to go fuck themselve . I’m not a fucking preacher .”
“ Oh .” Was all that exited your lips . Many religious associations had been built off from normal people, choosing supes as the faces of many . Of course, the skilled PR team engaged by Vought America thought it was a good idea, and pressed many supes into accepting even though many of them didn’t care as much about God as they pretended to . Ben wasn’t a pretender . This was useful in many ways but so bad in so many others .
You could feel him stand tall behind you thus even with the wedged sandals in your feet .
“ Smell good, babydoll.”
“ I smell like a kid who played too much in the mud .” Vanessa easily brushed off the compliment . Who knew pretending to have sex and enjoying it could be more exhausting than the real thing ? “
A hand grasped your hip and soon enough his lips met the behind of your ear where he pressed a kiss. “ Forgot you were a fucking slut .” He huffed and released your hip to roughly get a hold of your tits . A hum escaped from your lips, your hands reached for his, helping him to feel your breast through the layers of fabric .
“ I don’t really have sex with them . It’s choreographed , it’s more . . aesthetically pleasing . We actually have standards to respect-”
“ Same shit as a stag . Shit gets it done because you’re cock hungry . Hm ? “ He sets down his glass and forces you to look up at him . His grip tightens slightly where he holds her under your jaw . His hand squeezed your tit hard and you let out a small whimper that made him smile and he bowed over to press a kiss to your mouth . It wasn’t soft , sophisticated . It was rather messy ; his mouth swallowed yours and his tongue found itself entangled with a confusing and sloppy dance you weren't one to ever refuse . It turned you on , your cunt throbbed furiously in the panties that soon clung to your lips due to the wetness already soaking the lace . When he parted away he gave you an abrupt jolt as he released you free from his grasp . The voluminous lashes battled at him through the looking glass and you dramatically fanned yourself with your hand .
“ Jesus, I’m already hot. You aren’t helping.”
“ Stop fucking whining.” He spits harshly and you're quick to give him a tap on the arm while he settles next to you and examines the make up scattered across the vanity with indifference. He doesn’t look at you but he knows you’s still looking at him as if he’s a fucking puzzle.
“ Why are you here ? I’ve had a busy day . I just wanna go home . ”
“ I can call someone and ask them to drive us to your place .” He said it so casually you almost thought he had already done it before . With other girls . Her eyes followed every move of his .
“ No . I’m good .” You turned around and grabbed the hem of your dress to pull it over your head _ while also making sure your slicked back hair stayed impeccable- and threw it over the back of the chair. His eyes immediately went to your butt , his tongue darted out to swipe the alcohol from his bottom lip . “ You’re gonna walk home ? ”
“ I have my own chauffeur and I bet he’s as impatient as me to drop me home so he can go about his evening . “ Ben admired both your backside and the bit of attitude you were giving him . Women would throw themselves at him , eyefucking or sweet talking him into falling in his favor which always worked because he liked being liked . He was a fucking national treasure . Whenever you refused him , that made him hard . Painfully hard . He lifted a brow at the sight of you stepping into a yellow dress . Your hands went behind your back and You managed to zip it up. You flipped your ponytail in place and faced your counterpart again .
“ I don’t like that dress on you.” He comments .
“ I . . . don’t really want you to like it ? ”
Like the spoiled kid he secretly was, he rolled his eyes and walked to you .
“ When will your movie even come out ?” He asks and you blinks a few times.
“ Oh , somewhere about November .” Ben huffed and quietly walked towards the exit without adding anything else .
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I’m (s)creaming that’s so good !! and at the end of the day it’s a still a criminal AU so you get to write something you like and I get to read it so yayy !!
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※ filed beneath ring in the drawer / his side of the bed / already home / c. 4.1k
his true north
pairing · toji fushiguro × afro‑latina reader
rating · mature
shape · established relationship · morning‑after proposal · domestic permanence · practical devotion
contains · post‑sex intimacy · nudity mentioned · soreness · possessive marks · marriage proposal · toji being terrible at romance
weather · weak morning light, a ring hidden in your own drawer, and a man finally admitting he already knows the way home.
inspired by @cumchiato’s drabble, with gratitude ♡
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Toji woke up with your hair in his mouth.
That should have irritated him more than it did.
A curl had found its way between his lips sometime before morning, soft, stubborn, and apparently determined to kill him in his own bed. Not his bed. Your bed. Your apartment. Your curtains blocking most of the weak sunlight from the window, your candle burned low on the dresser, your books stacked too close to the edge of the nightstand, your body sprawled over him like you had claimed the mattress through violence and then fallen asleep before anyone could contest it.
He opened one eye.
You were still out cold.
One cheek pressed to his chest. One knee hooked over his thigh. One hand loose against his ribs, nails resting there like punctuation. Your curls spilled over his shoulder, his arm, the pillow — dense and wild from his hands and the hours neither of you had spent sleeping.
Toji turned his face and spat the curl away.
“Menace,” he muttered.
You made a sound into his chest. It was not a word. It had too much gravel in it to be a word, and too much attitude to be sleep.
His mouth twitched.
Morning had not done either of you any favors.
The fitted sheet had given up sometime before dawn. The blanket was twisted low around your hips, the rest kicked halfway onto the floor. The glass of water on your nightstand sat dangerously close to a paperback you would have mourned for three days if it got wet. The air carried the warm, ruined smell of sweat, skin, stale coffee from the kitchen, and the clove-and-smoke candle you insisted was subtle.
It was not subtle.
He liked it anyway.
That was the problem with most of your things.
He liked them.
The dark green curtains you bought after telling him his old blinds had “the emotional temperature of a parking garage.” The brass dish where your rings lived at night. The bad lamp that buzzed when the apartment got too warm. The blankets draped over the couch because you claimed every room needed an emergency soft thing. The plant on the kitchen counter that looked dead to him but apparently was “dramatic, not deceased.”
His boots were by your door, his watch in your ring dish, his spare shirt on your floor.
His duffel sat under the chair in the corner, half-swallowed by one of your sweaters. He had not packed it in weeks. Maybe longer. At some point, you had cleared the bottom drawer of your dresser and shoved his clothes into it without looking at him.
“You keep leaving that ugly bag where I can trip over it,” you had said.
“Don’t trip.”
“I’m giving you a drawer, asshole.”
He had stared at you.
You had stared back, one hand on your hip, curls piled high on your head, mouth set like you were daring him to make it sentimental.
He had not.
He had only said, “You got room?”
You rolled your eyes so hard he almost smiled.
Now his socks were in that drawer. His toothbrush was in the bathroom cup beside yours. His razor lived under the sink. His cash was in the old tea tin because you found loose bills in his pockets before laundry and told him, with real disgust, that money did not belong in the washing machine.
He had moved into your life the way he did most things: without announcing himself, and too late to pretend he had not.
You shifted against him.
He felt the wince before he saw it.
His hand loosened at your hip, his fingers easing away from the marks he had left the night before. He did not press. He only let his thumb pass close to the darkening shape of his grip, careful around the tender places because careful was not the same thing as soft, and he had learned the difference with you.
Every time your breath had changed wrong, he stopped.
Every time he tried to ease up and you dragged his hand back where you wanted it, he listened to that too.
Now you lay limp across him, warm and wrecked, breathing slowly enough that his own body kept trying to follow.
He should have gone back to sleep.
Instead, he stared at the ceiling and let the apartment give him evidence.
Your mug on the windowsill. The black one with the chipped handle and the little gold moon painted on the side.
His mug in the kitchen. The brown one with the bear on it. A stupid mug. An ugly mug. A mug he used every morning because the handle was good and for no other reason.
Your books.
His knives in your kitchen drawer.
Your candle.
His shirt under your thigh.
Your apartment.
His side of the bed.
A direction, whether he liked naming it or not.
Your fingers twitched against his stomach.
“Stop thinking so loud,” you mumbled.
His mouth curved. “Didn’t know you were awake.”
“I’m not.” You shifted again, then went carefully motionless. “I have passed away.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm. Tragic.”
“You sore?”
One of your eyes opened. Slow. Accusing. “That is an insane question.”
“Can you walk?”
“Unclear.”
“Good.”
“Good?” You lifted your head enough to glare at him. Your curls fell forward around your face, one side crushed from the pillow and the other doing whatever it wanted. “Do not sound proud of yourself.”
“I don’t.”
“You absolutely do.”
He let his hand settle at your hip again, lighter this time. “Need anything?”
The glare gentled before you were ready for it. He saw you try to stop it.
Failed.
“Water eventually.”
“Now?”
“In a minute.”
He grunted.
You dropped your cheek back to his chest but kept your eyes open. Your gaze moved lazily around the bedroom, taking in the same things he had been staring at. The ruined bed. His watch in your dish. His duffel under the chair.
Your mouth curved.
“What?” he said.
“You live here.”
“Do I?”
“Toji.”
“What.”
“You have a drawer.”
“One drawer doesn’t mean shit.”
“You have opinions about my dish towels.”
“They’re bad towels.”
“You replaced my showerhead.”
“Water pressure was pathetic.”
“You know which mug is yours.”
His eyes narrowed.
“The brown one,” you said, smiling wider, “with the bear on it.”
“That mug’s ugly.”
“You use it every morning.”
“Handle’s good.”
“You like the bear.”
“Don’t start.”
“You are the bear.”
“I said don’t start.”
Your laugh came out low and rough, and the sound moved through his chest before he knew what to do with it. It settled somewhere behind his ribs. Stayed there. Made itself comfortable with all the other things you kept putting inside him without permission.
You pressed your face into him as if you could hide your smile there. “You are so easy.”
He snorted.
You touched the bite mark on his chest, the one you were absolutely going to deny later even though it was shaped exactly like your mouth.
His brow lifted.
“You were being annoying,” you said.
“That why you bit me?”
“You laughed at me.”
“You looked funny.”
“I was naked.”
“You were still funny.”
You stared at him.
He stared back.
Then you groaned and dropped your forehead to his chest. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Your hand went slack against his stomach. “No,” you admitted, quieter. “I don’t.”
The words should not have landed like that.
You said it often enough. Usually after he ate the last of something you wanted. Usually after he moved you out of the way by your waist instead of saying excuse me. Usually after he made you laugh when you were trying to stay mad.
This time, the apartment heard it too.
The refrigerator kicked on in the kitchen. The lamp gave its faint electric buzz. Outside, a car door shut, and the rest of the world continued without knowing that his whole life had just narrowed to the weight of you breathing against him.
Toji looked past you, toward the nightstand.
The drawer was not fully closed. It never was. One of your charging cables was always getting caught in it.
Inside were the usual things. Receipts. Lip balm. A book light. Two batteries that might have been dead. A loose packet of painkillers. A lighter he was not allowed to use in the bedroom. One satin scrunchie. His pocketknife.
And the small box pushed to the back.
He had bought the ring three weeks ago from a man who talked too much.
The man asked about cut and clarity and setting and budget until Toji considered whether murder in a jewelry store would be worth the inconvenience. Then he saw the ring in the corner of the display case and pointed.
“That one.”
The man hesitated. “That’s a less traditional choice.”
“Didn’t ask.”
Warm gold. Hammered lightly so it caught the light without looking polished to death. A small dark stone set low into the band, deep enough that it would not snag on your sweaters, your pockets, or your hair.
Practical.
Pretty without begging for attention.
Sturdy enough for daily wear.
You, basically.
That had pissed him off.
He bought it anyway.
For three weeks, it sat in your apartment, in your drawer, under your things, because he had no better plan. He considered restaurants and dismissed the idea in six seconds. He considered asking after dinner one night, but you fell asleep on the couch with your head tipped back and your mouth open, and he decided he was not proposing to a woman drooling on herself no matter how much he liked her.
He considered saying it during sex.
Even he knew that was a bad idea.
Mostly.
Now you were here, warm across his chest, your hair in his mouth, your body carrying the proof of him because you had wanted him close and made him believe it. His things were already inside your life. His side of the bed had become a fact. He had been living here without saying so because saying it made the thing real enough to lose.
You let him not say it.
That was the part that got under his skin.
You made room for him without making a spectacle of the room. You bought the extra towel and never called it his. Added his coffee to the grocery list and never watched his face when he noticed. Cleared a drawer, insulted his duffel, and moved on. You folded him into the apartment like staying could happen quietly, if nobody scared it off by naming it too soon.
His hand moved before he finished deciding.
You felt it immediately. “Where are you going?”
“Drawer.”
“Why?”
“Need something.”
“If it’s a cigarette, I’m throwing you out the window.”
“Relax.”
“I am very relaxed. I have no bones.”
“Noticed.”
“Toji.”
He reached past you and pulled the nightstand drawer open.
The charging cable caught, as always. He yanked it free with more patience than it deserved, shifted the lip balm aside, moved the lighter, and found the box.
You went still against him.
He knew that kind of silence.
Not frightened. Not wrong. Just aware.
He brought the box out and set it on the mattress between you.
The apartment did not rearrange itself for the moment. The bad lamp kept buzzing. Your hair clung to his shoulder. Somewhere outside, someone laughed too loudly for the hour. His chest still carried your teeth. Your hip still carried his hand.
Nothing gave the moment permission to be important.
It was important anyway.
“Marry me,” he said.
You stared at the box.
Then at him.
Then back at the box.
Your voice came out careful. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.”
“I have your handprints on my hips.”
“Yeah.”
“And I can’t feel my legs.”
“You’ll live.”
“This is when you’re asking?”
“You busy?”
Your mouth opened.
Closed.
He watched you process it, which was worse than getting shot in several places. Your eyes sharpened first. Then softened. Then narrowed, like you were offended by your own softness.
Your fingers flexed once against his chest, directly over the bite mark.
“Are you serious?” you asked.
His jaw shifted.
That was all.
The smile left your face.
That was the trouble with you. You knew when his mouth was being useless. You knew when his body had started telling the truth without asking him first.
“Toji,” you said, quieter now.
He looked at the ceiling for half a second because looking straight at you was going to make the apartment too small.
“Been carrying it around,” he said.
“In my drawer?”
“Wasn’t carrying it the whole time.”
A breath escaped you. It might have been a laugh if it had not been shaking.
“You hid my engagement ring in my own nightstand?”
“Worked, didn’t it?”
“I use this drawer every day.”
“Bad hiding spot.”
“Terrible hiding spot.”
“You didn’t find it.”
“Because apparently I trusted the drawer.”
“Your mistake.”
You pressed your lips together. Your eyes were bright now, but he was not stupid enough to mention it. You reached for the box, then stopped before touching it.
“Why now?”
That question landed harder than the proposal.
He had three jokes waiting in his mouth. All of them bad. All of them safer than the truth.
Because your hair was in my mouth.
Because you look like hell.
Because I keep waiting for a better version of me to do this, and that guy’s not coming.
Because I woke up here.
Because I keep waking up here.
Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t know which way home is.
His throat worked once.
You saw that too.
“Got tired,” he said.
You waited.
He hated you a little for that.
He loved you more.
“Of what?”
He looked back at you. Your curls were a mess around your face. The sheet had slipped low enough that he reached for it without thinking and pulled it higher over your back because the morning air had cooled and your skin had pebbled under his hand.
You noticed.
Your face did something he could not stand.
He finished roughly, “Of acting like I’m not already here.”
For a moment, neither of you moved.
The apartment sat around you in small, damning pieces.
Your mug. His watch.
Your lamp. His shirt.
Your books. His boots.
Your drawer. His ring.
You swallowed.
“You are already here,” you said.
“Yeah.”
“You live here.”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re asking me to marry you because you finally noticed?”
He gave you a look. “I noticed.”
“Did you?”
“Woman.”
“No, I’m asking.” Your voice stayed soft, but the edge was there, the stubborn line he had learned to respect because it held. “Did you notice, or did you wake up with my hair in your mouth and panic?”
His mouth twitched despite himself.
“Could be both.”
A sound broke out of you then, half laugh and half sob, and you covered your face with one hand.
Toji stopped moving.
He did not reach. Did not crowd. Did not make the moment easier on himself by trying to take the answer before you gave it.
He let you have the breath.
When your hand dropped, your eyes were wet.
“You’re such an asshole,” you whispered.
“Yeah.”
“You’re terrible at this.”
“Yeah.”
“You couldn’t ask over breakfast?”
“You’re not standing long enough to make breakfast.”
“Oh my god.”
“I’ll make it.”
That did it.
Your face crumpled into a smile you tried to bite back and failed. He watched the heat gather under your skin, deepening through your cheeks and throat until you looked alive with it. Wrecked and wild-haired and sore and staring at him like he had handed you something too heavy to hold alone.
He wanted to look away.
He did not.
You reached for him.
He leaned in, then stopped when two of your fingers touched his sternum.
Light pressure.
Wait.
So he waited.
His jaw tightened. You saw that, of course. You saw what it cost when his whole body wanted to close the distance and put his mouth on whatever answer you were about to give.
Your fingers slid up his chest, over the bite you had left, then curled into the chain at his neck.
You pulled.
He came down carefully, one forearm braced beside your shoulder, his weight held off you even though your hand in his chain told him you wanted him close. He lowered himself only as much as your body allowed, close enough that your curls brushed his mouth again.
“Menace,” he muttered.
You laughed under him, breath catching around it.
“You proposed to me while I’m naked and one bad movement away from seeing God.”
“Dramatic.”
“Toji.”
“You remember your name?”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No,” you said, softer now. “I really don’t.”
His breath went uneven once.
Just once.
You lifted your left hand between you.
He looked at it.
Then at you.
“Yeah?” he asked.
One word. Low. Rough. The closest thing to trembling he had ever let touch his voice.
Your eyes held his.
“Yeah.”
His hand moved to the box.
For all the things those hands had done, all the damage they knew how to make cleanly and without hesitation, he was almost absurdly careful opening it. The hinge resisted. He scowled at it.
You laughed again. “Please don’t fight the ring box.”
“Thing’s cheap.”
“You bought it.”
“Still cheap.”
“It is not cheap.”
“You haven’t seen it.”
“I know you.”
He gave you a look, but the edge had gone out of it.
The box opened.
Your breath stopped.
That was enough to make him watch your face instead of the ring. He saw the exact moment you took it in: the hammered gold, the low-set dark stone, the warm glint of it in the weak morning light. Nothing too clean. Nothing too delicate to live in. Nothing that asked you to become another woman to wear it.
Your fingers touched the edge of the box.
“Toji,” you said.
He braced himself for something soft and unbearable.
You looked up at him. “Did you ask whether it would catch in my hair?”
His expression flattened.
You stared.
He stared back.
Then your mouth fell open.
“You did.”
“Shut up.”
“You asked.”
“Didn’t ask like that.”
“Oh my god, you asked.”
“Woman, you want the ring or not?”
You were laughing now, fully laughing, and it made your whole body shift under him. You winced immediately.
“Don’t move,” he said.
“I am experiencing joy.”
“Experience it without moving.”
“You are so romantic.”
“Put your hand out.”
You did.
The laughter thinned when he took your hand in his. His palm dwarfed yours, rough and warm, his thumb dragging once over your knuckles before he could stop it. Your nails caught the light, dark and glossy, and the ring slid over your finger with slight resistance that made something in his chest go settled and strange.
The ring fit.
Of course it did.
He had taken one of your rings from the brass dish two months ago and brought it back before you noticed.
Mostly before you noticed.
You stared at the dish for a long time that night, then looked at him with narrowed eyes.
He had said, “What?”
You had said, “Nothing.”
You had known.
He had known you knew.
Neither of you said a word.
Now the ring sat on your hand like it had been waiting there longer than either of you had admitted. Warm gold against warm brown skin. Dark stone catching the morning in one small, stubborn spark.
You looked at it.
Then at him.
“Hi,” you said, very quietly.
His brow creased. “Hi?”
“I don’t know. I panicked.”
He huffed once, almost a laugh, and dropped his forehead to your shoulder.
Your hand came up immediately, fingers sliding into his hair. Holding him there. He went because you pulled him and because he wanted to, because honest requests from you were the one thing he did not resent answering.
His mouth found the mark on your shoulder and stopped just shy of it.
For once, he did not put his teeth there.
He only breathed.
Your fingers tightened in his hair.
“Does this mean I can officially throw away your duffel bag?” you asked.
“No.”
“Toji.”
“Bag’s fine.”
“The bag is a biohazard.”
“It’s not.”
“It has blood on it.”
“Not fresh.”
You made a sound of deep, exhausted disgust. “We’re engaged for thirty seconds and already I want a divorce.”
“Can’t divorce me from engaged.”
“Watch me.”
His mouth dragged against your skin. This time, he did laugh, low and private, the sound pressed into your shoulder because he did not know how to hand it to you any other way.
You went quiet again.
Your fingers moved through his hair more slowly, less teasing now. The ring touched his scalp, cool for a second before your warmth found it. He closed his eyes.
There were things he could say.
Maybe.
Things other men would know how to arrange.
I love you.
I want to stay.
You are the first place that has ever made leaving feel stupid.
But the words were too clean. Too easy to ruin by saying them wrong. His body was better at this than his mouth, so his body did what it knew.
He kept his weight off you.
He left his hand open on the mattress where you could take it.
He breathed against your shoulder until your breathing matched his.
After a while, you touched his hand.
He turned his palm up.
Your fingers slid between his, ring and all.
“Breakfast,” you said.
He groaned. “Now?”
“You offered.”
“You said eventually.”
“I’m hungry now.”
“You can’t walk.”
“You said you’d make it.”
“Should’ve known the ring would make you bossy.”
“I was bossy before.”
“Yeah.” He lifted his head and looked down at you, your curls spilled everywhere, your eyes tired and bright, your mouth swollen from him and smiling anyway. “I noticed.”
Your expression softened again, and this time he looked away before it killed him.
He pushed himself off the bed carefully. You watched him stand, your gaze moving over the scratches down his back, the bite on his chest, the sweatpants he dragged off the floor and pulled on without bothering to find underwear. He caught your eyes in the dresser mirror.
“What?”
“You look like shit,” you said sweetly.
His mouth curved. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He bent, picked up his shirt, and threw it at your face.
You caught it badly because your arms were apparently still not working. “Rude.”
“Put that on before you get cold.”
“It smells like you.”
“Then don’t.”
You pulled it on.
He watched for half a second too long as the shirt settled over you, loose and worn soft from too many wash cycles in your machine, the collar slipping off one shoulder and leaving his mark visible above the fabric. The ring flashed when you pushed your curls out of your face.
His ring.
Your hand.
Your choice.
The difference mattered in a way he would never be able to explain without sounding like someone else.
He went to the kitchen.
It was small and badly arranged, though you insisted it was “efficient if certain large men would stop standing in the way.” He knew where everything was. The good pan on the left. Coffee in the tin with the broken clasp. Mugs on the second shelf because you had once said the top shelf was ableist and he had not known whether you were joking. Bread in the drawer. Eggs in the carton, with one cracked one he should use first.
The brown bear mug waited at the back, handle turned toward him.
He took it down without thinking.
From the bedroom, your voice floated out, hoarse and pleased.
“I saw that.”
He looked at the mug in his hand.
Then toward the bedroom.
“Go back to sleep.”
“You love the bear.”
“You want breakfast or you want to talk shit?”
“Both.”
He shook his head and filled the kettle.
The apartment moved around him in its usual small sounds. Pipes. Floorboards. The spoon against ceramic. Your lamp buzzing in the other room. The city waking badly outside the window. Nothing special. Nothing clean enough for a wedding story your family could hear without clutching their pearls.
Good.
He did not need clean.
Clean could be packed in ten minutes and left behind.
This was better.
The ring was in the bedroom. You were in the bed. His boots were by the door, and he had no plans to put them on.
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left in the drawer: thank you for reading in the quiet with me. reblogs and tag commentary are always kept close.
𝒮ukuna might be a fiercely competitive gamer byf, but he’s always quick to seek comfort in your arms after a tough loss.
614 words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. gamer!kuna
The neon glow from the TV screen was the only thing lighting up the living room, flickering rapidly as Sukuna’s character took another hit in a flurry of digital sparks. He was hunched forward on the edge of the couch, his thumbs moving at a blurring speed over the controller, a string of creative insults directed at his headset mic. You kicked your heels off by the door and sauntered in, not bothering to be quiet as you dropped your heavy tote bag on the floor with a loud thud.
"Damn, you still playing that same shit? You been at it for like three hours, kuna. My feet are killing me and I’m hungry," you announced, tossing your phone onto the coffee table before claiming the space right next to him. “It’s a Tuesday. Touch grass, kuna. Or touch me. Preferably me."
Sukuna didn’t take his eyes off the screen, but his lips quirked into that signature smirk. "Patience, princess. Almost got him. If you’re hungry, there’s leftovers in the fridge, or you can just sit your pretty ass down and be quiet for five minutes so I can finish this round."
"I’m waiting, and my patience is thin," you rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment as you reached over and started playing with the silver necklace on his neck. You leaned in close, batting your lashes so he’d get a good look at the fresh set you’d just had applied. "But first, tell me you like the lashes. I dropped a whole hundred bucks on these, so don't even try to lie."
He finally paused the game, letting the controller drop into his lap as he turned to look at you. His eyes swept over your face, lingering on your eyes before he reached out, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. "They’re alright. Make you look like a doll, which I guess is the point. You look good, baby."
You grinned, satisfied, and immediately took advantage of the opening. "Kiss."
He groaned, a fake, dramatic sound of protest, but he didn't pull away. He leaned in, giving you a quick, firm press on your lips before pulling back just an inch, his voice dropping into that nonchalant register. "Happy? Now let me finish this before I break this controller."
"You promise you'll get off after this?" you teased, already shifting so you could straddle his lap, settling in comfortably despite his frantic button-mashing when he unpaused the game. He didn't complain, just shifted his legs to accommodate you, his arm wrapping securely around your waist to hold you in place.
"Yeah, yeah, I’m quitting after this one," he muttered, though you both knew it was a lie.
Predictably, five minutes later, a loud 'DEFEAT' splashed across the screen. Sukuna let out a sharp, frustrated breath, tossed the controller onto the cushion, and immediately slumped back against the couch, dragging you down with him. He didn't even bother with the game anymore. He pulled you flush against his chest, his head tucking firmly into the crook of your neck. You felt his hand slide down to your hip, giving your ass a firm squeeze that made you giggle. He let out a long, grounding sigh against your skin, the tension of the game finally draining out of him.
"You’re such a sore loser," you chuckled, running your fingers through his messy, spiked hair.
"Shut up," he murmured, his voice muffled by your neck. "Just stay still. You’re lucky you're pretty, otherwise, I’d have kicked you out an hour ago."
"Mhm, sure you would have," you whispered, resting your chin on top of his head, feeling him relax even more into your touch. "You love me too much to ever let me go, kuna."
He didn't answer, just squeezed you tighter, his breath hitching slightly in a way that told you exactly how much he needed the comfort. You just laughed again, turning your head to kiss his temple, perfectly happy to stay right there while he tried to hide the fact that he was actually a massive softie.
᭡ kali’s notes ⸻ I wanted to try out a new format, something a bit shorter, because sometimes I have ideas for scenes that don’t always turn into a full-length story, so I decided to switch things up and write in this format whenever an idea pops into my head. Soo yeahhh anddd sorry for any typos I missed. I proofread it, but I don’t always catch everything, sooo. anywaysss love y'all mwahh !
shoko who worked you a little too hard the night before...
shoko who now was woken up the fourth time by your over excessive alarms.
shoko who has to refrain from launching your phone across the room as she grabbed it from under the covers to end the torture.
shoko who now laid fully awake, taking in the atmosphere of the room illuminated by the dawning of the morning. she looks over at you, cracking a small grin. your cheek pressed against the off-white sheets, breathing in softly as your eyebrows scrunched occasionally. the bonnet that was supposed to be secured, slipping down your hair revealing a few stray pieces of the very hairstyle that got you in this predicament.
shoko who watched your face churn as her cold hands gently caressed your body, coaxing you awake. a deep sleep you were in, but you'd kill her if you were even a minute late to your lecture. she sighed, walking over to your side of the bed.
shoko who took matters in her own hands.
shoko who lifted you gently into her arms, even though you clearly seemed to be awakening a part of you was still stuck in a dream state.
shoko who carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. letting out a small hiss for you, it's probably super cold.
shoko who caught your head before it could tilt over. delicately grasping your neck to hold you up right.
shoko who felt oh so bad to wake her sweet, sweet girl.
shoko who lightly taps your cheek, watching you stir awake in her palm. you slowly opened your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the change in brightness. the first thing your eyes landed on after adapting, was the girl who put you in this dazed state.
shoko who looking at the hand holding your neck steady, mumbling "i'm gonna let go now, okay? you have to get ready for class."
shoko who didn't give you another warning after that, just slowly withdrawing her hand.
shoko who hides her snicker when your head drops down, before you reflexively catch it. glaring at her with sleepy eyes and a puffy face.
shoko who pretends not to notice by grabbing your toothbrush from the holder. turning on the sink, running it under the water, applying the toothpaste, then running it under once more.
shoko who glances back at you, sighing at your dopey state.
shoko who taps your chin, signaling for you to open your mouth. half-consciously obeying her command, you opened your mouth leaning you head back against the mirror, exhaling softly. "i got you, just relax."
shoko who grips your chin, firmly. working the toothbrush inside your mouth.
shoko who places soft kisses on your cheek every few moments.
shoko who talks you through the process in her sultry sweet voice, "hm, open up don't close on me" "you're doing so good i'm almost done" "stick your tounge out, justtt like that" "my pretty baby is 'so sleepy huh"
and if anyone was listening from the hallway, they would've thought the two of you were getting freaky...
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i remember reading a fic on wattpad of someone brushing readers teeth for them & i still think about it often
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I like 50/50 !! maybe she can have selective mutism , she doesn’t talk to her coworkers at all -to them she seems off putting , weird even. poor baby :((- but she does talk to the clients even though that takes her a lot of courage.
so for her dynamic with him I imagine something like overly freaked out criminal (who’s still a softie towards her) and she’s just sheepish towards him but she’s still enjoying his company despite the situation + he’s the hottest man she’s ever seen so that’s not helping.
thats perfect i brainstormed an idea :))))) 50/50 is semi-verbal, its a new autistic reader im excited to experience !!!
wait im just realizing, you want reader to work in the bank or being a criminal with connie ? because i developped a whole plot for her to work in a criminal organization as a hacker and thief and she is shy/introverted and his cowerker connie is obsessed with her pink outfits and they have to do a bank robbery together lmfaooooo. maybe you wanted reader to work at the bank 😓😓 if thats the case i dont think i can make the trope justice 😩 i dont know how connie can have insta-love for a banker lol maybe a kindnapping au ? i had a whole plot 💔💔💔💔💔 #dumb
hii i keep checking your profile to se eid you dropped another fic especially about eren my man🥹🥹👅 i need him so bad i really hope your gonna repost your old fic about the reader being insecure too and i really see you writing a 3sum with the reader ony and eren and the both are gay too fuck👅🥹🥹 bye girlie
girl... you stalk me at this point... how do you know my wips...
im sorry i wont repost the insecure fic because it went extremely viral lol, everyone read it i dont want to bore people so i have another similar insecure reader wip, i hope its okay!!!! i will try to write it in the summer because with my novels and my emotional depth focused fics i make a lot of research and cant write a lot yet, brainstorming takes so much time i swear.
i have a threesome/throuple fic for ony & eren but a REAL one lmfao, they love everyone is that throuple. it will be angsty and i hope emotional :)))
things can change but the overall summary will be like that ⚠️
the ony & eren one is the fic i will post first, i need to finish brainstorming it but i will try to finish it this week or the next one!!!! im excited i hope you are too <3
heyy, i’m the anon that talked abt the poly fic and how hot ony and eren were
luckily i do follow u and i’m hella excited to see what comes next!!!!!! literally on the edge of my seat!! ik whatever it is will be amazing and HOT (cuz you’re a good ass writer obvi)<333
also, didn’t know that you’re bi. i’m bi too, maybe that’s why i’m into mxm action so much lol.
happy pride!!!!!! 🌈
YAYYYYY IM SO GLAD YOU FOLLOWED ME I THINK OF YOU WHEN I BRAINSTORM THE FIC HEHE
it will be more angsty/emotional than hot since there is a lot of trauma, but i will try to add sexy stuff too dw!!!!!
i hate when i have an emotional depth focused plot because i need several days to develop the idea in a satisfying way + research stuff about the emotional wound portrayed meanwhile i want to write already during these days 😩😩😩😩😩 that ony x reader x eren fic takes me hours of brainstorming lol, but im excited to finish it!!! i have others fics like this, but same problem, lots of brainstorming 😓😓😓 but heavy plotting is the way to be calm during the process of writing. just writing with vibes in mind and discovering the plot as i write is IMPOSSIBLE for me ❌❌❌
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