#Neutral!Reader

[luvbabydoll]

john price never expected much from retirement. peace and quiet, maybe a drink at the bar in the evening, and the occasional fishing trip to keep his hands busy. but what he didn’t expect was you.

he first saw you at the local café, where you’d waltz in wearing little sundresses, always with a book in your hands, always smiling at the staff. a sweet little thing—too young for him, too pretty, too full of life. but you had a habit of looking at him, big eyes lingering a little too long, lips curling when you caught him staring back.

it didn’t take long after that.

one drink turned into two, turned into his hand resting on your thigh, turned into him murmuring in your ear, low and rough—“let’s get out of here, love.”

you barely made it through the door of his place before he had you against the wall. his hands were big, rough from years of work, gripping your hips like he was holding himself back from something deeper, something darker. but when you whined, arching up against him, his restraint snapped.

price fucked you like he had something to prove.

like he needed you to feel him, needed you ruined and wrecked and too dumb to think of anything but him. he had you on your hands and knees, dragging out those sweet, needy sounds from your throat until you weren’t sure if you were moaning and mewling.

“you take it so well,” he grunted, palming your ass, watching the way you trembled under him. “little thing like you, stretched around my cock—”

your nails scraped the sheets as you whined, pushing back into him. “p—price—”

his hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. "john, love. s’john to you now.”

and fuck, you liked that. you liked the way it sounded, the way it felt, warm and thick on your tongue as you gasped it over and over, sobbing it into the pillow when he pressed down on your back and fucked you deep.

when it was over, you should’ve left. should’ve gathered yourself, slipped out before he could say anything, made this nothing more than a memory.

but when he moved to get up, you made a soft, breathy noise and curled around him, clinging like he might disappear if you let go

"where you goin’?" you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

john exhaled through his nose, looking down at you. his hand hesitated before settling on your hip, big and warm.

"nowhere, love," he murmured, giving you just enough to keep you holding on.

[paranoiddreams]

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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.

You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??

All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.

The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.

You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.

“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.

Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.

It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡

[faintrustle]

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[danijaci]

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

You're an autistic biologist that has crashed on a strange planet. A curious male naga approaches as you leave your wrecked ship.

Your universal translator implant is working and you strike up a conversation.

Obsessed naga man flirting: "Wow, you're so small and soft! I would really like to get to know you better~"

You, wanting to satisfy scientific curiousity: "And you seem very large and durable, perfectly adapted to this environment! I am very interested in learning more about you too!"

Your Research Journal: A friendly native seems interested in the exchange of information. I am eager to learn more about this species.

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM

It takes you a few minutes to work up the nerve to do it. You’re standing outside Toji’s bedroom door, shifting on your feet, feeling ridiculous considering you’re fucking grown yet scared like a kid because of some random nightmare. But the nightmare still lingers, the shadows in your room feeling too heavy, a bit too real. You just need… something.

You knock lightly. Silence. You debate turning around, but then there’s a low, groggy grunt from inside. “What?”

You push the door open just enough to peek in. The room is dark but you can make out his large form sprawled across the bed, barely covered by the blanket. His voice is thick and deep with sleep when he mutters, “The hell you doing?”

You hesitate. “Had a nightmare”.

Toji sighs, shifting slightly to look at your silhouette better in the dark. “So?”

You fidget with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. Feeling awkward and embarrassed to even ask. “Can I sleep with you?”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re convinced he’s about to laugh or worse, tell you to fuck off. But then— “Yeah yeah. C’mere kid.” His voice is gruff, but there’s no irritation in it. Just exhaustion and weary.

You don’t waste time, slipping under the covers, and the warmth of his bed immediately makes your body more relaxed and calm. He doesn’t even hesitate— just slings a big arm over you, gently yanking you in against his broad chest with ease. His skin is warm and comforting. You exhale, pressing your cheek against his pecs and resting your head against him while he holds you.

“Better?” he mutters, voice already fading. “Yeah,” you whisper back. He grunts in acknowledgment and then, just as you start to drift off, he starts snoring. Loudly.

You almost laugh but the steady rise and fall of his chest is sooo comforting and relaxing that you would’ve fell asleep even if you weren’t tired. The nightmare feels so far away now that you’re lying with him and being so close in his arms.

And despite the snoring, you fall asleep easily.

[marionettesgarden]

THE MANAGER DESERVES A RAISE! | saja boys x reader

SYNOPSIS. through some stroke of luck, you ended up being the manager of a demon boy band. from teaching them about phones and social media to managing their idol activities. did you sign up for more than you bargained for?

CONTENT. crackfic, fluff, lighthearted, gn!reader, one use of (y/n), ambiguous reader, mystery centric (for now), brief mention of needles and piercings, saja boys being saja boys

WORD COUNT. 922

AUTHOR'S NOTE. i've been so obsessed with this show and the songs lol i just HAD to write something (also bc i literally didn't see a single xreader fic on ao3 when i wrote this)! i also want to write more and kinda make this a compilation of minifics bc i also do have an overarching plot for this as well and theyre so fun to write!

“Abs, just sit still.”

The manchild blatantly ignores you, too focused on spinning the chair around and twisting and turning just to see how his stomach flexes in response.

Your eye twitches and you contemplate whether this plan really needed all five of them. Surely a four member boy group would do? 

A hand pats your shoulder and you glance over at Mystery furiously pointing at himself.

“You want to go first?” you ask unsurely.

“Mmh, mmh!” he responds.

Your face drops, unamused. “I know you can speak, Mystery.”

His lips pull up into a shit eating smirk as he raises a hand, twisting it so the back faced you, and. . .

. . . flips you off.

You short circuit, mouth agape before whirling around to the rest of the group who were busily tapping away at their phone (you don’t want to remember how many tears were shed and how many lives–phones–were lost just trying to teach them).

“Which one of you taught him that?!”

Tap, tap, tap.

Some chronically online, brainrot, AI generated meme blasted from Baby’s phone, giggles erupting from the couch he and Romance lounged on as they scrolled through whatever inane app they were on. Jinu wasn’t any better as he wrestled with his bird and Abs was. . . Abs.

Breathe in. Count to five. Breathe out.

You turned back to Mystery, gesturing to the set of chairs–spinnable, of course, Gwi-Ma was paying for it after all–as you pulled a cart over. 

As he sat down, content from showing you just how much of human culture he was learning about, you tugged his chair closer to yours as you plucked up a hollow needle with a gloved hand.

“I hope you know that I’m not letting that slide.” You smile cheerfully, the needle glinting threateningly in your grasp. He nervously gulps and you could feel his gaze fix on the instrument. You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, I’m not going to do anything to you right now. But I hope this haunts you every day, even in your dreams, that I could be enacting some plan to get back at you. You won’t know when, you won’t know where, it might be in the bathhouse, or it might not. But know that I will be getting my revenge.”

Mystery’s lips grew still. Behind his bangs, his eyes furiously darted around, to his members, the needle, you, the chairs–wow, they were really nice chairs–then to your face. Oh, nevermind, you were still looking scary. He instead focuses on his bandmates, the people he’s suffered with, bled with, for one last glance at something that would calm his distressed heart before he died in the very near future. 

The sound of random and, quite frankly, unfunny videos blasting from the couch as Baby and Romance cackled, several clicks and flashes of light as Abs took photos of his abs, and Jinu cursing as his bird pecked him again for daring to touch his hat were the last things he witnessed before he closed his eyes. 

Mentally sending two giant middle fingers to each and every one of his members, he shed a silent tear as he began planning his funeral. Hydrangeas, he wanted hydrangeas at his funeral.

“. . . aaand there! All done. How d’ya like your new piercings?” You handed him a mirror and discarded your gloves, eyeing the other boys for your next target.

“It’s nice.” he answered, tilting and turning his head to observe the new jewelry dangling about.

“And?” you pressed.

“And what?”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you waved a dismissive hand despite the pang of disappointment welling in your chest. They were demons and soon-to-be idols on top of that, you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You just had to see this plan through, help Jinu manage the team, and, once they defeated Huntrix, you’d be free. Forming any relationship with them outside of ‘convenient helper’ was unnecessary, no matter how desperately you missed inane conversations, inside jokes, and late nights spent trying whatever oddly flavored ramen all of you found.

“Hey, I’m next, right?” 

You blinked, pushing those thoughts back as Romance plopped down on the chair in front of you. A little confused, you glanced over to the couch to see Mystery sitting by Baby now.

Did he. . . ?

No, Mystery was definitely not being nice. It was just a coincidence. He wasn’t being nice and just shooed Romance over so that he could lounge on the couch that they all had an odd obsession with. 

“Yup. Here’re the piercings I have. Since you all heal so fast, you can get pierced with the prettier ones.” you explained, tugging the cart closer as you handed him a mirror.

He flicked his hair, an annoying action he’s picked up from all the idol videos you’ve been showing them, and casually leaned back in the chair. “Obviously, the fans would eat up anything I wore. Just pick whichever you like, cutie.”

You swore you could hear Mystery laughing to himself as you held back a barely restrained scream of frustration. Yeah, definitely not just being nice.

Your phone buzzed beside you as you laid in bed, tucked in and just about to go to sleep.

Mystery

Your good sat You’re good at piercing They look nice That you Thank you

(y/n)

no problem!! ur welcome :)

Suddenly, simple conversations don’t seem all that impossible anymore. Smiling to yourself, you fall asleep with your phone clutched tight to your chest and pleasant dreams of a life you had given up.

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[ruesol]

Boxer!Sukuna annoying you while you pamper him.

Masterlist

If the world knew what Sukuna was up to now, he’d be eaten alive. Emasculated and ridiculed by thousands of his fans that consisted of teenage boys, martial artists and “alpha” podcast bros.

Here he was, sitting in your pink room, wrapped in a fluffy Hello Kitty blanket as you did his skincare. The best sight of all was him (reluctantly) wearing a bunny ear headband to keep his unruly hair out of his face.

“How much more?” the boxer groaned as you poured a hydrating toner in your palm. “This is literally the first product, you giant baby. I’m so glad I noticed your huge pores. I feel I’ve scrubbed off a whole layer of your face with the amount of dead skin that came off after that mask.”

He rolled his eyes. “Beggars can’t be choosers. I gotta fight all the time and most of my sparring mates don’t really wash their hands before punching me in the face, ya know?”

“Well, I wish they did,” you say as you massage a vitamin serum in his face. “It’s cold and slimy. I don’t like it.”

“Shut up and let me do my job.”

“I deserve compensation.”

“Pizza’s on the way.”

“Monetary compensation sounds better.”

“I’m already using my expensive ass skincare on you. You’ve sucked me dry of my money.” He chuckled after you said that. You knew what was coming after this. “Sukuna, don’t you dare-“

“Maybe you could suck me dry instead.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You couldn’t believe that the dumbass you’re dating is one of the most feared men in the ring.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You’re so lucky we’re past the first three months of our relationship or I would’ve ghosted you after tonight.”

“Hey!”

[rexhya]

aranged marriage with nanami kento except he's so painfully awkward around you think he just fucking hates you

"can you pass the salt, please?" you voice quivers slightly and curse the guilt that floods his system, he tries to cheer you up.

"no." you flinch and don't say anything for the rest of the dinner, it was supposed to be sarcasm but his mind was so tense with anticipation it came out sounding like he'd actually meant it.

kento tries to fix things, planning a long and drawn out apology he's gone over at least 6 times before he's ready to say it aloud but as soon as you finish your last dish you mutter a quick goodbye and scramble as far away to the other side of the palace

so he tries again the next morning, he makes the two of you tea and things are going well untill you realize what said tea contains

"nanami..." you whisper. he looks up from his book to see your pretty face on the verge of tears and uncharacteristically red...

"i'm alergic to green tea.."

safe to say after that incident you avoided him like the plague, you no longer came down for dinners, you were pretty much awol if he was around

he understood why, but it didn't break his heart any less.

as a last and final resort, nanami tries to be blunt, he'd heard you sob when he passed by your door and knew it was time to get overhimself

he goes all out, flowers gifts and a book you'd mentioned in passing conversation

your very confused when you return home from your outing, wondering if it was somebody's birthday before the blonde makes it clear it's all meant for you.

"but...why?" you can't help yourself, it just didn't seem real considering

he takes a deep breath, "you, you—" he closes his mouth and lets the wave of shame pass

"i dont want you to take your ring off." he starts, and he can tell he had to speak fast because you look shocked now. "i was just passing by, and i heard you speaking to Elizebeth, don't take off your ring. And let me apologize properly, for...my behavior."

"but, but i dont understand..." and truly you don't, nanami kento, a man of little words and even fewer actions was trying to say sorry to you

"i've not been a good husband to my wife, not a good one at all. i let my own character take over and have caused to you far to much pain. so if you have me, only if you'll have me, would you be willing to give me another chance?"

you couldn't lie at the way nanami said wife, it made you feel special, it made you feel noticed.

it made you feel loved.

"yes, yes you may."

[tojishousewife]

NEEDY FOR TOJI AT HIS PARENT’S HOUSE

Toji told you very clearly before you even stepped inside his parent’s house—be good. No whining, no pawing at him, no begging. Just sweet smiles and polite manners, like the perfect little girlfriend you can be when you try.

But he’s been ignoring you all day. He’s wearing that tight black shirt that stretches over his beefy arms, the one that clings to his back when he leans down to help his dad fix the shed. Grunting with effort, his hands calloused, and veins popping while you sit on the porch with your legs crossed tight, trying not to squirm and make it obvious that you want your cunt stretched open with his cock.

Now it’s evening, and you’re curled on the edge of the guest bed, legs swinging and your heart pounding. Toji’s in the en suite brushing his teeth—shirtless, of course, acting like he doesn't notice the way you've been staring all day, how you're practically vibrating out of your skin.

“Toji...” you whisper, and it's sweet and high and desperate.

He catches your eyes in the mirror, and he already knows. He spits, rinses then wipes his mouth with a towel, and sighs like a man being tested.

“What’d I tell you?” he mutters as he comes back into the room, bare chest glistening slightly from the steam. “Told you to behave, didn't I?”

“But I did,” you protest softly, bouncing a little on the bed. “Didn't even touch you once today—not even once”. Toji raises a brow, hands on his hips. “You were staring at me like you wanted to eat me alive, baby”.

Your bottom lip juts out, heat rising to your cheeks. “You just looked so good...”

He exhales heavily, dragging a hand down his face. “We're in my parents’s house,” he mutters. “You're acting like a lil’ nymph”.

You scoot to the edge of the bed, slipping your hands up his stomach, looking up at him, eyes wide and innocent. “I'll be quiet” you whisper. “Just wanna sit on it for a little...”

Toji's jaw clenches.

“You're something else,” he murmurs. But his hands are already cupping your waist, fingers digging in and guiding you up against him like he's been thinking about this all day too. “All you think about is getting stuffed, huh?”

You nod.

“Wanna feel full,” you mumble. “Please, daddy. Just a lil bit, promise”.

He grits his teeth, backing you into the mattress before you can even blink. “You better stay quiet,” he warns, pulling his sweats down just enough. “If I hear one fucking sound, you're not getting this cock for a week, you understand me?”

You nod, eyes wide, thighs already clenching and trembling.

And when he slowly sinks into you, burying himself in your needy little cunt right under his parent’s roof, you bite into his shoulders just to muffle the pathetic moan that escapes your throat as your cunt happily swallows him in deeper—because you’ve missed him all day, and he’s so big and you already feel like crying from how good it feels.

Toji groans low against your ear, arms shaking with restraint.

“Goddamn brat,” he groaned, his voice already wrecked and deep. “Can't leave you empty for one fucking day”.

[aventurineswife]

[tetriminas]

dating Miles Edgeworth headcanons (Miles Edgeworth x fem reader)

He leaves you for a man

[vampmira]

open up what you got in your mind to me. [pt.1 – huntrix]

they've never met someone like you — a mortal who almost knew them .. better than they knew themselves. for the boys, it's annoyingly intriguing. for the girls, it's comforting.

paring(s): huntrix & saja boys x demon expert!gn!reader

warning(s): some movie changes, probably effected lore that makes no sense for the sake of the narrative

request: here ! this is part 1 – i loved it so much i had to make 2 parts hehe ,,, part 2 is here !

your family worked with the demon hunters for generations – mortals who studied the demons, found their strengths and weaknesses, worked as field researcher on demonology alongside the hunter to keep the honmoon safe.

unfortunately, your ancestors were unpowerful beyond their intellect and aura vision. physically, they were weak – protected only by the hunters. becayse of this, there was .. an accident. the demons found the weaknesses of the hunters – their darling researchers, so they did what demons would do.

thousands of years of pages and books and studies were lost in their attack. most information was mentally stored by hunters, but a substantial amount was still lost in physical ink. in modern times, these researchers are almost myths to hunters – legends. however, mythology tales say that the descendents of the researchers have all knowledge of the honmoon and the demons sealed away by it. of course, it remained apart of the stories celine told rumi, mira, and zoey growing up ... all until they met you.

they met you at a hidden pastry shop in seoul, hidden in an alleyway around the same area as that wack doctor zoey had so much faith in

it was the only place open after practice and rumi, as tired as she was, guided the girls in to enjoy the warm lighting and atmosphere

after declining the offers to go to the bathhouse for the 100th time, she thought this could be the perfect way to make it up to them

she ordered a few treats – mochi for herself, a little apple pie for zoey, steamed red bean buns for mira, and matcha for them all

the girls talked quietly, waiting for their order, until you called rumi up to retrieve the neatly wrapped box of sweets

when she came up to you, your fingers wrapped around her wrist, cold and startling

"i'm not sure how you got in here..", her eyes met yours, now void of the warmth you once held when she walked in, "but if a demon is ordering pastries from me, times must have changed." she shuttered under your hushed voice.

"d-demon...?" her skin was fully covered. even though her markings hadn't spread too far yet, she took precautions regardless, worried of the news that might ruin her relationships.

"i noticed your aura when you sat down. though, you don't seem that threatening... and the honmoon is completely intact aroun–"

"how do you..?" her eyes shook, almost pure horror behind them. there's tension between you two, fueled by her anxiety of being seen, of being exposed when her members were just right by the door. you studied her, her friends, and their auras alike, before you half smiled at her.

"my ancestors and yours were... very close." your voice rose, catching the attention of the pink and black haired girls. "do hunters not teach about researchers anymore?"

the three of them surrounded you quickly, eyes bright and curious

things like "we thought they were myths!!" and "you know about the honmoon!?" were thrown at you immediately

you debunked their mythology left and right, spending an hour after closing chatting with them

they felt.. seen? YOU felt seen!

you could finally talk to others about your aura vision and they could FINALLY get their hunter secrets off their chest

maybe it wasn't the best idea to spill it all in such a public place but who else would listen ?

celine got a very chaotic phone call later that night

and you? you got an invite to a luxurious penthouse and a few new friends

since then, you've helped them immensely

your memory was working like an endless library of information

you'd show them old diagrams your greatest great great great great grandparents had tucked away

discuss old journals that survived the attacks that became family heirlooms

told them fun facts about demons

especially to zoey, who seemed very intrigued by the fact that all demons had a weak spot in their chests due to their lack of personal souls

even, eventually, helped rumi tell the girls about her marks

zoey and mira were stunned in silence. rumi's arms were exposed, hands shaking in anxious terror, but you were right by her side. celine told her to always hide them but .. you understood. you accepted her mere minutes after meeting her. maybe the girls would do the same.

"rumi is.. something fascinating." you admitted. it sounded blunt, but you expressed it with a look of soft excitement. "she has mixed blood – the marks of a demon, the voice, soul, and heart of a hunter. she's never once lied about the kindness of her heart... the traits of hunters overpower any demon urges." you spoke for rumi as she stood there, feeling naked and scared under the judging eyes of her closest friends. "she's a pure experiment – but she's no less rumi. her aura proves that."

it took a few hours of conversations, explanations from both you, the expert, and her, the secret holder, but eventually, zoey and mira engulfed her in a hug – promising to keep the secret contained between the four of you. not even telling celine, in case she got them all in trouble. the golden honmoon was so close.. they'd be able to do this together, especially now that they have you.

during the events of the movie, they needed you a lot

but the last thing they wanted was a repeat of the accident

so they kept you their secret weapon ! working with you behind the scenes and away from the actual action

when the saja boys grabbed everyone's attention with their beautiful bodies and alluring voices, you were staring at their markings, especially at the joint fansigning they held

jinu noticed you about as much as he noticed bobby – just another person on staff

that is until he noticed how you stared at him

not ogling, but studying,, writing things down in the notebook you carried, covered in huntrix stickers

be lucky he noticed you over baby or mystery, otherwise you may have been targeted by their powers to throw you and huntrix off

he asked about you to rumi once .. the "mysterious person" on their staff that "always wrote in that notebook"

she was more worried about your safety than opening up to him but .. she thought..

if you helped her reveal herself to huntrix, maybe you could help jinu and the saja boys ?

they never expressed wanting help but she couldn't help but think about it

you hopped on board with her plan in secret, working on ways out of their servitude to gwima

it took a while but you figured that if you could channel your aura vision and hold them above the honmoon when it sealed, they could be healed of their marks too, human disguises left in tact.

it was only a matter of time before you tried it out.

[danijaci]

money talks ft. aventurine

based on this post by @mewnbuns!! so kewl an aven post fr???1111!!

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[bunnis-monsters]

Vampire bf that lost his previous lover to the plague, so when you come down with the common cold he’s genuinely upset.

And he just starts writing you a will, teary eyed as he longingly gazes at your crumpled form as you flick through TV channels and cough before wiping your nose on his shirt.

Usually he’d gag or whine about you being unhygienic, but now he’s considering keeping this shirt unwashed forever. It’s a memento to you, after all.

If he told you the memento he’d be keeping of you was the sullied tshirt you blew your nose in, you’d probably be offended. Well, you did blow your nose on your boyfriend, but he was being annoying and wouldn’t hand you a tissue!!

He’s just so in love with you, and will start bawling and begging you not to die before you have to explain that your cold will be gone within a few days.

So damn dramatic.

[holeforzenin]

The soft morning light barely peeked through the curtains when you stirred awake, still tangled up in the comfort of Toji’s chest. Your legs are wrapped around one of his thick thighs, arms clinging to his side like a little octopus. His scent is warm skin and faint cologne— it was all over the sheets and you breathed it in, still half asleep.

Toji was already wide awake. He always woke up before you did. Lying there quietly with one hand lazily stroking up and down your back, slow and gentle. His chest calming rose and fell under your cheek, steady and calm— because of you.

Then his alarm buzzed.

The second it went off, your grip tightened around him and you let out a sleepy, pitiful whine. “Nooo…”

He groaned, silencing it with a smack of his palm over the screen, then rubbed his face. “Gotta get up, baby”.

“No!,” you mumbled again, fisting his shirt and burying your face deeper into his warm chest. “Don’t wanna let go”

Toji smiled to himself. “You know I gotta work, kid”.

You shook your head, lips brushing his skin. “Call out. Just today. Please Tojiii…”

The way you said it— so soft and so sweet, all wrapped up in sleep and need went straight to his heart. And his cock. He should’ve gotten up. He should’ve.

But instead, he reached over— grabbed his phone, and pressed it to his ear.

You blinked, peeking up at him. “Wait… really?”

He shushed you gently, placing a finger over your lips as he spoke. “Hey. Yeah, I’m not gonna make it in today. Something came up”.

You gasped quietly, eyes wide. Toji just hung up, tossed the phone aside, and turned fully to wrap you in his arms again.

“There. You win, darling”.

You smiled against his chest, your whole body relaxing like he just flipped a switch in your nervous system. “You love it”.

He huffed a laugh, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah, I do. Nothing better than waking up with my baby wrapped around me like this. How the hell am I supposed to leave you?”

You snuggled in closer, a little happy sigh leaving your lips. “You’re the best”.

Toji rubbed slow circles into your lower back with one hand, the other resting warm and heavy on your hip. “Damn right I am. But you gotta be nice to me today, yeah? No bratting around”.

“No promises,” you whispered with a grin, already dozing off into his chest again.

Toji just chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Shit, I’m so fucking whipped”.