Hello! My name is Caitlyn, my favorite hobbies include playing guitar and indulging in video games, and my fav colors are pink and red!
Some of the games I’ve played are Devil May Cry, Farcry, TLOU, Genshin Impact, resident evil, and red dead redemption. I also consider myself to be super duper cool and swagger.
I also love to listen to music! Some of my favorite bands are Linkin Park, Korn, Sevendust, and MCR!
I dabble in a bit of art, but I currently haven’t drawn something in so long. Maybe in the future I’ll post some of my art… but I doubt it.
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Synopsis: It’s late at night when you get a call from Choso… what could possibly be the reason?
Tags: Choso x reader, college au, they have class together, both secretly crushing hard on each other, cursing, smut, phone sex, he’s soooo needy, mutual masturbation, doesn’t start out as it though…. Mentions of creampies and tummy buldging… basically all the good stuff!
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Mouth wide open, drool slipping down your chin, head laying against your soft pillow… until you were rudely interrupted by your phone buzzing next to you.
You let out an annoyed groan, blindly reaching for the buzzing object. You wipe the remnants of drool from your chin with the sleeve of ‘your’ hoodie, before you bring the device to your face, squinting your eyes to try and focus your blurry vision.
You manage to make out the name Choso lit up on the screen. It was kind of ironic because of what you happened to be wearing.
Sliding the green button, you bring the receiver to your ear.
“…what’s up?” You answer, voice groggy from sleep.
“I have a question about the project we were working on….”
“Ughh… it’s three in the morning… can’t you ask me during class?” You throw your arm over your face, wanting to go back to your sweet dreams.
“Fuck… I j-just…. 5 minutes and you can go back to sleep, I promise.”
His heavy breathing filled your ears and you sat up in bed. “Fine. Tell me.”
“W-well, the teacher said we had to make a giant presentation on the topic… a-and I’ve made about 5 slides and I can’t think of anything else to write...”
His words came out very rushed with shuffled movements coming from the line.
“So… could you help me?”
You threw the blanket off you and decided to kiss your hopes of going back to sleep goodbye.
“Sure,” You said, unenthusiastically, “just let me grab my laptop.” You rolled your eyes, reaching for the item.
“T-thanks…”
You heard a little noise come from him, and it sounded off. Now that you thought about it, the whole situation sounded a little phony. Why was he even working on this project so late at night? Normally, homework was the last thing he thought of; too busy doomscrolling on Instagram to even look in the general vicinity of it.
“Have you thought about bringing up the opposing side of the topic? Not just the agreeing side?”
“Y-yeah…” you heard rustling from his end, followed by an out of breath groan.
What the hell?
“Are you okay? You sound like your dying…”
“Everything’s fine, just- f-fuck, just getting comfortable.”
“Okay…” you shrugged it off, pulling up the shared presentation on your laptop.
That’s when you noticed, it didn’t show that he was active on it at all.
Sure, a few slides were added since you last looked at it, but he wasn’t on it currently, which was very suspicious since he made it sound like he was actively working on it.
“Cho?”
“Fuck- yes,”
“Choso.”
“Y-yeah… yeah? Whats up?”
“Why does it say you don’t even have the slides open? I thought you said you were working on it.”
Fuck.
Why couldn’t he have come up with a better excuse? Hell, couldn’t he have atleast opened the project on his laptop? Fuck, maybe he could still save himself… His mind raced as he tried to think of a last Hail Mary.
“I- uhm… fuck-“
“Did you seriously wake me up this late at night to jerk off to my fucking voice?”
Shit.
He was caught. He didn’t even have time to come up with another excuse before you figured it out. This obvious lie, paired with the heavy breathing and cursing, had been enough for you to realize the truth.
Did he really think you were that stupid?
“I just- no, of course not!” He was sweating now, and his voice was shaking. Partially from the fact he had his hand fully wrapped around his cock, pumping up and down, feeling the pre-cum drip down his knuckles, but also from the fact you just caught him.
He couldn’t think of any other excuses. It was plain as day what he was doing, and there was no use in trying to lie to you again.
“Fuck… fine, you’re right. I just- shit-“ he couldn’t stop himself, he felt too good. He could just picture your pissed off face right now. How you would probably curse him out, before abruptly hanging up and refusing to look at him ever again.
On top of that, he could just imagine how disgusted you were, at the fact he couldn’t stop pumping his cock even though he was found out. Shit, you could probably hear the wet plap-plap-plaps! over the phone.
“Keep going.”
…
Did he just hear you right?
“W-what?” Choso held back a moan by biting the inside of his cheek. Did you really want to hear him fuck himself to the thought of you?
“Yeah… keep going, Cho…” you made your voice sound a little extra sultry when you said his name, causing him to bite his lip and stifle a moan. God… hearing you say his name like that, he was destined to soak his sheets soon.
“Fuck… don’t- don’t say my name like that.”
“Why? Getting off to it?” A devious smirk tugged at your lips by hearing him whine from your words.
“Fuck- yes… so much… just- keep talking… please.”
His helpless pleading filled your ears, and you couldn’t stop the wetness that pooled between your legs.
Truth is, everything about Choso made you want him. The veins that covered his hands, the mark across the bridge of his nose… fuck, even his eyes… it all made you want to grab him by his shirt and slam his lips against yours.
“What do you want me to say then, hm?”
“Anything-fuck- just… I need to hear your voice…” you heard the obscene squelching of his hand around his cock, and you could just picture his fucked out and needy expression. Eyebrows furrowed, lower lip caught between his teeth, and eyes roller faaaar back into his skull.
“Can you- mmph! - can you tell me what you’re wearing? …p-please?”
God, he couldn’t have picked a better question.
“I’m wearing your black hoodie… ya know, the one with the red stitching?” You laid yourself against your soft pillows, delicately gliding your hand down your stomach and between your slick thighs.
“Shit- are you serious?” He almost didn’t believe you, until he remember that the piece of clothing went missing about a week ago.
Fuck, he could just imagine what it smelled like.. how it probably smelled like your perfume and body wash… shit, he could feel himself get closer and closer to cumming at the thought of it.
“You little t-thief…”
“Yeah… I stole it from you when I came over last week to work on the project, remember?” Your voice faltered just a bit as you felt your fingers slide under the waistband of your panties.
Jesus Christ the things you did to him.
His hand couldn’t stop pump-pump-pumping his fattened tip, feeling that nice and creamy pre-cum drip down his fist.
“Shit- baby… are you touchin yourself right now?” Choso questioned after hearing you let out a soft whimper.
“So what if I a-am? It’s only fair…” you pouted, feeling your finger rub delicate, precise circles on the little bundle of sensitive nerves, causing your breath to hitch just slightly.
“Fuck… don’t moan like that- I might- mmph… I might-“
Before he could finish his sentence, thiiiick ropes of hot cum spurted out of his reddened tip, completely soaking his bed sheets and absolutely covering his stomach.
You could hear it pour out of him too, how his moans turned breathless and his breathing turned more ragged. “Fuck!” He threw his head back, continuing to stroke his overly sensitive tip, feeling the creamy liquid foam up his hand and mix with his sweat.
Hearing him release like that only pushed you further, slowly sliding two of your fingers inside of weeping cunt, desperately poke-poke-poking around at the spot that made you shake. You could feel how needy you turned from how your pussy practically sucked your fingers in in. God, you could just imagine how it would feel if it was Chosos cock instead of your fingers.
You could just picture how he would look coming inside of you. The feeling of his creamy cum filling you up so much you had a pretty little buldge in your tummy from it.
“Choso… I-… fuck- I need you. I need you right now.”
“…what?”
“You heard me you fucking loser, get your ass over here right now!” You groaned out in frustration, the feeling of your fingers not being near enough to satisfy you.
Tell me why I just spent an hour of my life writing a fic on tumblr just for it to not save… genuinely almost started crying but I had a smoke break so now I realize that this is just an opportunity for me to write it better
why is it the only fanfictions I can find are about PREGNANCY. Like, broski, brochacho, my bro, listen when I say this….. who on earth fantasizes about having to deal with a snotty, rude, annoying, loud, baby???
Listen, if you want kids, go for it. I just can’t see myself EVER wanting to get pregnant and having to care for greedy little babies.
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Choso is so in love with you, his perfect girlfriend, so you obviously had to use this to your advantage.
Tags: pure fluff, he’s such a toddler, lowkey wrote this off 4 hours of sleep at 1am
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“Choooo…. Can you get me a glass of water?”
Choso laid against your chest, bunching up the fabric of your shirt with his fist and letting out a groan.
He groggily sat up, staring at you with his half lidded eyes and messed up hair.
“I’ll give you a kiss if you do.”
He shot up off that couch faster than you’d ever seen, all that laziness instantly disappearing once a kiss was put on the line.
“Heres your water,” he handed you the cup, leaning towards your face in anticipation for his reward.
A little peck was planted on his lips, and you saw a kiddish smile spread over his face.
That night, when you realized you could bribe Choso with a kiss, you couldn’t stop abusing that new found power.
“Hey Cho, can you go pick up my takeout? I’ll give you a kiss…”
“Hey babe… can you massage my back? I’ll give you a kiss…”
“Hey Cho? Can you….”
You opened the bedroom door, and this time when you glanced at Choso, who laid comfortably on his bed scrolling through his phone, he gave you the darkest glare you’ve ever seen him give you.
Which of course wasn’t too dark of a glare, since he could never hate his sweet girlfriend.
“… can you go grab me some coffee?”
You saw how his eyebrows furrowed when he put his phone down and sat up to face you better.
“no.”
Poor Choso looked like a kid whose just got asked to take a bath. His lower lip pouting a bit as he stared at you.
“Please…? I’ll give you a kiss.” This bribe was a classic, and Choso had a 99.9% acceptance rate.
“no.”
“2 kisses?”
“…no.”
You tossed yourself on the bed, scooting closer to him and playing with the hem of his shirt.
“…3 kisses?”
He glanced to the side, still pouting his lip as he looked like he was debating on saving the world or letting it burn.
“…make it 5…”
A big smile spread across your face.
“You have a deal! I’ll throw in an extra few for you since you’re so nice.”
He rolled his eyes as he got up, and you couldn’t miss the little smile that tugged at his lips.
“I’ll make it 10 if you get me a cake pop too!”
20 minutes later, Choso showed up with a coffee and 3 cake pops in his hand.
🔞 Pt. 2 of Toji being a disgusting, desperate whore for his girlfriend
Tags: smut, oral (fem receiving), cursing, degradation, overstimulation, use of the name Princess, Baby, and Bitch (if that even counts), FILTHY.
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The second he had you over him, fingers tugging at the hem of your panties, he let out the loudest, most guttural groan you’ve ever heard from him.
Before revealing the one thing he said he would ‘die for’, you felt him yank your hips down and slam his nose deep- deep- deeeeep into the fabric, inhaling like a starved man who just got to smell his first meal in centuries.
“Fuckkkkk…. I live for this baby, my favorite scent ever.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.” You scrunched your nose up, feeling him start to slide the fabric down.
“Yeah that’s it, keep talking to me like that. I love it when you do.” You leaned over to see that he had that dirty smirk on his face, making you regret giving him his undeserved 10 minutes of ‘between your legs time’.
“Clocks ticking, ‘ji. 9 minutes left”
It was like he suddenly decided to race against time, and he literally ripped your panties off your thighs, before slamming his mouth against your cunt.
Lewd, sloppy noises filled the room, and most of them were from Toji. He couldn’t stop groaning and whining into your poor pussy, savoring every single lick and suck you let him have.
“Don’t be shy baby, fuckin’ suffocate me… I wanna be crushed by this absolute gift.” He forced your hips down onto his face while you gripped the couch for dear life, feeling every poke and prod of his tongue inside you.
Your fingernails dug into the fabric of the sofa,trying to hold on while your utter beast of a boyfriend devoured his dessert.
“God damn, it’s like a fucking drug…” his lips locked around your clit, sucking harshly to draw out any sounds you’d make.
“Shit, those noises… you drive me absolutely crazy, Princess…”
His fingernail dug into the plush of your thighs, stopping you from squirming away. You could feel how harshly he was digging into your plush skin, and you definitely knew there’d be crescent-shaped marks afterwards.
“Baby, baby, stop squirming… you gave me 10 minutes, and I want to enjoy every last second of it until you’re practically crying.”
“Oh, f-fuck off.” You said between shaky breaths, tugging at his hair to annoy him.
“Y-you’ve got- fuck,- 7 minutes left.” You choked out, feeling every precise slip and sliiide of his tongue against your wet folds.
You would never admit it, but Toji was like the God of pussy eating. 99% of the reason he got between your legs was so he could taste your sweet, sweet slick and smell all he could of it. Even so, he still made sure you got everything you wanted out of it to.
“Fuck! Slow down ‘ji, I’m close…” his tongue was constantly swirling tight circles on your clit, occasionally slipping inside so he could spread the muscle and feel you tighten.
“Nah, I’ll enjoy my time here however I want…” he ignored your pleas, this time shoving two fingers inside to search for that sweet spot that would make you scream.
“Christ, Toji!” You threw your head back, tugging on his hair to get him to back off even just a little bit. With his strength though, it was like trying to push a brick wall. Hell, even if you managed to pull him away, he’d just use his big arms to pull your right back on him.
Once he found that spot that made your legs tremble, he just kept abusing and abusing it with his restless fingers.
“Come on, baby, come on my tongue,” he groaned, pushing his pointed muscle over your most sensitive areas. “I wanna feel it. Come on, you can do it, squirt on my face like the nasty bitch you are…”
His words sent vibrations straight to your clit, and it was like heaven. His tongue swirling, his mouth sucking, and his nose bumping…. It all added up to you practically being thrown over the edge into overstimulation.
His mouth made your legs weak, and once your sweet release finally came, your legs turned to mush and you practically suffocated Toji. Well, that is what he wanted, wasn’t it?
His muffled moans started pouring out once he felt you start pouring out all over him.
“Yes, fuck yes! Gimme all of it, baby, wanna taste it in my sleep…” you heard him groan between your legs, slurping and sucking up all that release like it was the most delicious liquid he could drink.
To him, it probably was. Especially since it was yours.
Once your high finally died down, and your vision cleared, you glanced at the clock.
“Ji’, it’s been 10 minutes,” you said through a shaky breath, attempting to crawl off of him.
That’s when a strong grip stopped you, shoving your right back down onto his soaking wet face.
“No, no… I haven’t had my fill of you juuuust yet.”
Nerd!Choso has a big exam coming up, and there’s only one place were he can focus on his studies…
Tags: fluff, he’s so cute and needy but also a little bratty, choso x reader, kinda wrote this when I was at the roller rink….
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“Cho, remind me why you have to be here of all places to study?” Your sweet voice filled his ears, causing him to turn away from his laptop and look up at you.
“Because, analysis shows that being warmer when studying can cause more focus, and being with a loved one boosts brain health and memory.” He pushed glasses further up his nose, turning his head back to his work.
You let out a long sigh, turning your attention back to your phone while Choso nuzzled his head deeper between your thighs
“I’m almost done reviewing, I promise.” He clicked along the keyboard, glancing further at his online flash cards.
“Sure, sure… you definitely haven’t been saying that the past hour and a half.” You said, looking at the clock that currently read 1:15 AM.
He let out a simple hum, choosing to ignore your little rebuttal.
It’s not like you didn’t like Choso being this close to you. You got to hang out with him, play with his hair, listen to his nerdy little facts… you just really had to go to the bathroom, and he refused to get up.
How many times have you said “I’m about to pee myself, get up!!” And he looked up at you, then immediately turned back to his work, shrugging you off and saying he was ‘almost done’.
You tugged at his precious locks, causing him to grunt and look at you with a harsh glare.
“Give me 10 minutes.”
“I have to goooo…!”
“Just let me finish this flash card set.”
“Ughh!” You threw your had back in annoyance, shoving his head as you did.
You reached for your phone, trying to distract yourself and make time go by faster. Exactly 10 minutes later, that precise little asshole, the sound of his computer shutting made your ears perk up.
He placed it to the side of the bed and turned around, crawling up to your chest and laying down on you.
“I think I’m gonna pass out.” He said, referring to how late it was, and how exhausted he must be.
“Great, your done. Now get off.”
“No.”
“Choso.”
“…”
He glared up at you, clearly annoyed.
“Fine...” he groaned.
Hearing you say his actual name, instead of the usual ‘Cho’ or ‘Baby’ made him realize how mad you actually were. So, he rolled off you and laid on the edge of the bed, eagerly awaiting your return.
Not even giving you a second to situate yourself on the bed, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close.
“Can you let me live…” you sighed, entangling yourself with him.
“Not without me, no.” He reached for the bedside lamp, shutting it off and nuzzling his nose into your neck.
He started planting sweet kisses along your skin, trailing them up your jaw until he planted one on your lips. You immediately kissed back, enjoying this loving side of Choso instead of the annoying little brat he was earlier.
When the kiss ended, you decided to fuck with him a bit.
“I’m kinda thirsty,” you said, watching as his face visibly scrunched up in annoyance.
“Are you serious?”
“No.”
“Oh my god.”
He pinched your side, causing a smile to appear on your face as you wriggled away from him.
“Keep pinching me and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“I’m sorry!” He quickly kissed you as an apology, and you fell for it.
“Ok fine, apology accepted,” you paused, a playfully smirk appearing on your face.
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Summary: Choso is so shy that he has to make up excuses to hold your hand…
Tags: pure fluff, he’s such a cute little baby, it’s lowkey the middle of summer but this fic takes place in da wintah, I wrote this at 5:30 am during a sleepover
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“Are your hands cold? Here, let me warm them up.”
You saw as his warm breath caused a cloud of vapor to form in the air.
You two were currently walking back to your place in the cold winter air because you wanted to check out this new Cafe that opened up around the corner. Of course, you decided to walk and torture yourself a bit because you decided you didn’t need a heated vehicle to take you only a measly 4 blocks down.
“That’s nice of you Cho!”
You slipped your hand into his grasp and looked up at him with a cute smile.
Of course, you really knew that he just wanted to hold your hand, but you would never admit that to him. You didn’t want to embarrass the poor boy more than how he already got when asking to simply hold your hand. (Even if he never asked directly)
As you slipped your fingers between his, you looked up and saw how red his ears were turning. He tucked his face deeper into his scarf to hide his face, since he couldn’t stop the smile he got from getting to feel your touch.
Just a few more minutes and you arrived back at your place. After going inside, slipping your coats off, and curling up on the couch to watch some TV, Choso did it again.
“Here, let me help,” he offered to assist in your search for a movie while he carefully placed his hand over yours on the remote, helping to look for something to watch.
After finding what seemed to be a good movie, he curled up against your stomach while you gently played with his hair.
Suddenly, two characters in the movie started comparing hand sizes, and Choso took that as the perfect opportunity to touch your hand.
He grabbed it gently, bringing it up to his before you finally realized what he was doing.
“Your hand is bigger, but that’s pretty typical,” you commented, bringing your palm flat up against his.
“yeah…” he mumbled, wrapping his fingers around your hand while he inched closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.
You finally decided to break his pattern.
“Cho, if you wanna hold my hand, all you gotta do is ask. Or you could just grab it, I won’t mind.”
He’s ears immediately turned back to that pinkish shade, finally realizing he was caught.
“sorry… it’s just a habit…” he murmured, turning his head and glancing up at you.
“So then, what should you ask?” You say, pulling your hand away from his, watching his expression turn a little sad.
Dante tries to mind his business and ignore the painfully unfunny guy hitting on you at his signature ice cream shop, but he can’t bear to watch his girl get snatched away by some bad-joke-making loser!
Tags: fluff, mild cursing, lowkey a cornball fic but still enjoyable, Dante only has eyes for you (and maybe some stank eyes for the chud tryna steal his girl)
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Sitting at the bar, chowing down on his delectable strawberry Sunday, the white haired boy couldn’t help but notice the thug that was talking to his beautiful girlfriend.
It started out as a simple conversation, and Dante let it slide. “I like your shirt,” or whatever unfunny one-liners the guy threw at you to try and make you laugh. Of course, Dante knows he’s the only person able to make you laugh so hard your stomach starts to hurt, but he was still sad when you giggled (even if it was only a bit) at his clearly unfunny jokes.
Now, all the weirdo is talking about to you are really bad pick-up lines to try and get you to come to his place.
For your sake, and mostly his, he figured that it was time to finally step in and be the heroic figure that would save you from you certain demise; AKA getting kidnapped by this creep.
“Listen pal, you’ve been talking to my girl nonstop since you got here and it’s been pissing me off.”
The guy flirting with you finally took notice of Dante.
“Oh damn, this your girl? Couldn’t tell by how you didn’t even glance at her. I thought you were a total stranger to her!”
That set him off. Him? A stranger? To you? The person he shares late night snacks with and can’t fall asleep without being next to?
Oh yeah, this guy was gonna get it.
“Alright let’s take this outside, or maybe you wanna save yourself from the embarrassment and leave before I kick your ass.”
Dante got off his barstool and stepped closer to the punk, attempting to intimidate him.
“Alright guys that’s enough….” You tried to defuse the situation, but just got a hand from Dante.
“Nah, I’m gonna show this guy what happens when he tries to steal my girl…”
5 minutes later that rando was face first in the dirt.
“Damn, didn’t know you were so protective of me…” you eyed Dante, teasing him a bit.
“Yep. Love you to much to let you get stolen from me, especially if it’s right in front of my eyes. Now, let’s get home please… there’s a creepy looking guy over there that’s been eyeing us the past few minutes.”
“Maybe that’s because you’ve been kicking that guys ass the past few minutes.”
Dante took a minute to process what you meant.
“Ohh! You mean he was to enchanted by my ass kicking that he couldn’t stop staring!”
You slammed your palm against your face in defeat.
“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Now let’s get home, my shows almost on!”
You grabbed Dante’s hand and started dragging him back to your place, watching the once strong and resilient demon hunter get turned into mush by your touch.
“Y-yeah… whatever you want, babe…”
This was lowkirkenuenly a crack fic because I’ve been back in my DMC phase and I REALLY RESLLY REALLY wanted to write about Dante, I just didn’t know what…. So I figured (since this is my first DMC fic) I’d start out light hearted and silly!
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Megumi may be cold hearted, but he definitely isn’t cold blooded.
Tags: fluff, megumi x reader, he’s such a sweetie pie to you, and he’s also your personal heater, lowkey wrote this at 2am when I was DYING
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“Can I help you guys with anything else? Refills maybe? Or some dessert?” The waitress eyed Megumi up and down, making him seem visibly uncomfortable.
“No.”
He didn’t even bother glancing in here general direction.
“Are you sure? We have really good chocolate-“
“I said no.”
His cold gaze finally met her, and she seemed to be a little frightened at his demeanor.
“Alrighty, well I’ll just leave this here then,” she placed the check on the table and hurried off, not wanting to annoy the intimidating man any further.
“Damn, ‘gumi, that was pretty cold,” you looked at your boyfriend from across the table after the waitress scurried off.
“Didn’t like her. She was too pushy and it felt like she was flirting with me,” he paused, glancing up at you with a sudden change in his eyes.
“and since I’m with you, I didn’t like that she kept pestering me with flirtatious things.”
“Oh relax, she’s just doing her job,” you waved your hand in a carefree manner, patiently waiting for Megumi to finish signing the check.
“Let’s go before she tries anything else.” He quickly grabbed your hand and walked you to the car, desperate to go home and be with you.
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“You’ve been so clingy ever since we ate dinner… did that waitress really bother you?”
Megumi snuggled his face inter your neck more, taking a deep breath as he pulled you closer to him.
“Yes. I didn’t like her flirting. And besides, it bothered me that she kept pushing herself towards me even when I clearly ignored her.” He says, recalling the times she would playfully grab his shoulder when making a joke.
He grabbed your waist tighter, pulling you more into his chest.
“Awww, your so cute sometimes.”
“Shut up.” He said, but you could feel the small smile forming on his lips that rested against your neck.
“you’re so warm too… a little sweetheart and my personal heater? I really hit the jackpot with you.” You giggled, feeling him pinch your side as a way for you to stop teasing him.
“At this rate,” he huffed, “I’m just gonna sleep on the couch and leave you here all cold and alone if you don’t let me enjoy this peaceful moment.”
“No!” You quickly protested, flipping around and glaring at him.
You knew he would never do that, it was just the fact he said it that made you mad at him.
“Oh relax, I love you too much to do that.”
“As you should.” You smiled, leaning into his chest and fidgeting with his hair.
“Wow, not even an ‘I love you’ back?” he playfully scoffed, slowly scooting away to mess with you.
“I love you too my personal heater, now get back here!” You tugged him by his shirt and forced him close to you, feeling his warmth shield you from the cold air.
“I’ll take personal heater over ‘Meggy’ any day.”
“Oh shut up, I called you that like, once, a few months ago.”
“Well I still think about it.”
“Well I don’t.”
There was an awkward silence before you both started laughing.
“Whatever, just go to sleep.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before bringing the blanket over you two more.
Though sometimes ‘forgetful’, Ryomen Sukuna isn’t a total dick. After all, his beautiful girlfriend is someone he could never be mean to. You on the other hand though… sometimes you just need to take your anger out.
Tags: fluff, cursing, I wrote this in one sitting, domestic life with Sukuna, etc
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It started out as a little comment.
“Ryo, pick up your clothes off the floor. I’m tired of tripping over them.”
Surely something as silly as leaving clothes on the floor wouldn’t last long. Sukuna would surely start picking up his clothes because his beautiful girlfriend told him to.
The next day, you tripped on his shirt again. The beige fabric blending in with your floor completely, catching you off guard.
“Sukuna. Pick up your fucking clothes for once!” You shout at the man who leasurly sat on the sofa.
Next, a whole week went by with no clothes to be tripped over. Finally, Sukuna had some sense knocked in to him and he started to pick them up.
That’s when you fell face first into the wall.
Glancing down, you see a black t-shirt caught on your foot.
Taking a deep breath, you stormed over to Sukuna with his shirt in your hand, all while he laid on your shared bed with a pillow to his chest and his phone in his hand.
“Ryomen Sukuna! I swear to fucking god, if I trip over your clothes one more time, your a dead man, you hear me!” Stomping over to him, he finally gets up off the bed and stands infront of you.
Seeing that smug smile on his face did nothing but enrage you further.
“Ya know, your really hot when your mad.”
That’s it. He’s dead.
You lunge at him, climbing his large frame and attempting to put him in a head lock. “I’m gonna kill you!” You shouted, attempting to atleast knock some sense into the dense man.
All the while you were breaking a sweat trying to attack him, he just stood there like a wall, not even pretending to be affected by our efforts.
With one tug of your arm, he brought you back down to the ground infront of him.
“Oh calm down woman, I’ll start picking them up.”
“Will you? Or will I keep having to remind you!!” You bashed your fist into his chest, not even moving him a centimeter.
He grabbed your wrist and leaned down into your face.
“I swear I’ll start picking them up…” he said in a promising way, “or maybe I’ll just ignore you again and keep leaving them on the floor so I have an excuse to watch you yell at me.” He smirked, causing all your hope to jump out the window.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“You can try to sweets,” he tightened his grip on your wrist,
