He Think

⭒ 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀

gn reader. sfw. slow mornings with sunday. i like the idea that is quite clingy / dazed when he first wakes up. petnames used; my dear, my angel. penacony sunday. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist

it was a rare occurrence for you to wake up as SUNDAY still remained next to you in bed. normally, the head of the oak family would've long started his day before you, having to leave quite early to make a start on preparations and his ever growing schedule.

but today seems to be an exception to that as you roll over onto your side, surprised to feel his familiar body heat still sinking into the space next to you. it urges you push yourself up to rest on your forearm, squinting down at him in wonder if he's a drowsy hallucination or a dream as you press your palms into your eyes.

your sudden movement seems to rouse sunday next to you as he grumbles to himself, still finding waking up to be as much a struggle as he always has- even considering how often he has to.

you found his habits in the morning to be quite charming, in the rare moments you got to see them that is. uncharacteristically to what people may expect, the oak family head did not immediately wake up ready to take on his day; with his polite tone of voice and immaculate, tidy appearance.

in fact, sunday didn't wake well at all,

quite the opposite actually as he rests on his pillow now, gazing up at you as you stare back down at him and he offers you no more than a bleary blink before his eyes are closing again and he's trying to tug you back into him.

he sighs when you dont budge much- willing himself to speak despite the way you can tell he'd rather not, "is something the matter? but do tell me it is not time to get up yet, my dear." sunday's voice sounds gravely and low, matching his still drowsy exterior, although comforting enough for you to wind up wriggling yourself closer anyway.

its a movement that he seems to be quite pleased to welcome, holding you into him as your fingertips press beneath the fabric of his night robe, feeling him shudder as they dance along his bare skin.

he was quite the picture of sin in his morning state actually; the darker blue robe he favours as nightwear seeming to drape itself messily from one of his shoulders, revealing the smooth plains of his bare chest and collarbones beneath as the gold embroidery still makes him seem akin to royalty. his usual perfect hairstyle is more of a mused bedhead now and his face is puffy and flushed from sleep still.

he almost looks dazed as he blinks at you slowly, clouded gaze and parted lips, it takes everything in you not to giggle at sunday's adorable state.

"nothings wrong. just surprised to still see you is all." you say softly as you lean in to press a quick kiss against the tip of his nose and it makes him scrunch it ticklishly. he follows the movement with a sigh before his eyes are closing again and he nuzzles into his pillow,

"hm? yes well, rest is important after all. so we mustn’t let the opportunity go to waste." sunday's way of speaking is slow and drawn out, like drowsy-drunken sentences that sound barely strung together.

although you find the opportunity to see him like this quite amusing, you can't help but want to enjoy it a little longer. especially given how irregularly this happens, he can't really blame you.. you're sure he'd feel the same if he were to see himself right now.

but then again, maybe not.

you remain staring at sunday as he rests opposite you, his brows furrowed as he melts into his pillow and breathing softly as you squint at him through the still dimly lit room.

"you know im pretty hungry actually." you speak again, just above a mere whisper and even though he stays silent for the most part, you know he's awake when his fingers squeeze at your waist.

"has talking in your sleep always been a quality of yours, my angel? i'm afraid i don't remember having much.. experience with it, is all." sunday responds flatly, almost sarcastic in his drowsy state and it makes you snort for a moment before you compose yourself again.

you opt to wriggle yourself into his chest a little more as you push yourself to accompany him on his pillow, sinking into the plush cushion and your lover welcomes you despite being half asleep. he hugs you close to him, similar to how one might hold a plushie before he nuzzles his face into you.

your lashes flutter as you find yourself quite comfortable, fingertips keeping themselves busy as they trace the outline of sunday's pecs beneath his robe. although every featherlight touch seems to make him twitch, followed by a soft sort of sound that he's most likely unaware of in his dreamlike state.

you sigh as he hugs you and you feel his arms around you tighten, a wordless sort of welfare check. "i mean it is around time for breakfast, you know." you hum, curiously and he seems to mirror the sound unknowingly.

"ah yes.. breakfast." sunday's sentence seems to trail off at the end, you're not sure if he's even fully asleep or fully awake right now. if you ever had any bad news to break to him or a favour to ask, you're sure this would be a preferred state to do it— he'd most likely give you whatever you wanted.. although unknowingly.

you manage to free yourself just enough to pull back and look at him again, admiring the features on his face as he rests beside you; from the curl of his lashes to the way his silver hair frames his pale skin.

it makes you hum, appreciatively and you feel sunday's hands squeeze at your waist, like he knows you're staring.

"it would be nice to eat together for once." you whisper into the space where you both take a breath and you watch his brows twitch before he moves closer by an inch, putting you almost nose to nose.

"mm, yes. and I shall see to it..." sunday grumbles, "in due time that is." before ultimately rolling onto his back— making sure to pull you with him as you end up pressing into the crook of his neck, half resting on top of his chest as his arm squeezes you into him tightly.

his voice seems quieter now, like he's back on the brink of sleep, "you seem to quite comfortable, after all. a moments rest longer shan't bare too many consequences, should we allow it." his fingers seem to take an almost convincing stance, smoothing their way along your skin in sleep-inducing circles.

although you can't deny that the new position and the close sound of sunday's soft breathing seems to be making your eyelids feel suddenly heavy themselves. its almost hard not too find yourself nuzzling into him, far too comfortable in your own suddenly drowsy state again.

"okay, maybe in a moment then.." your voice sounds, half-conscious as your lashes rest closed with your next blink and despite how tired your lover seems to be, if you were to look at him now you'd see the way he seems to be smiling.

sunday leans over to press his lips against your hairline as his breathing seems to sync with yours, shushing you lightly—

"shh~ now, my angel, we mustn't let this opportunity go amiss."

— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Eremite 🌱

忘了发画完的。。。

My new au

So I've been reading Powerless by Lauren Roberts.. and it has made me realize that I will never find a man who is in love with me with the way Kai is in love with Paedyn.

Is asking for a love like that, too much to ask? 😭😔

Dad! Sukuna

Sukuna blinks in surprise at the sight in front of him.

His little brat was undoubtedly a splitting image of him. Of course, she was born with your features as well— something Sukuna adored a lot, but his hair took prominence in her genetics.

But your little girl was currently having an artistic phase. Maybe that explains why she’s covered head to toe in doodles. You’re mad at her because now you’re the one left with having to scrub them off of her, but pause when she stumbles to her father.

The four armed beast looks at her with a raised brow and she simply gives a cheeky smile.

“Twinsies!” She declares. It takes him a moment as he examines the marks she’s made on her face.

She was imitating his very own markings.

Piercing right through his cold heart with her adorable antics is something’s she’s definitely gotten from her mother. In a moment of pride, he scoops her up in his arm with a grin, “twinsies indeed, you little brat.”

He wipes off a smudge of an ink from her chubby cheek with one of his hands and she looks at you from over his shoulder, “mama! Twinsies!”

You nod, holding back tears at the adorable sight, “Yes baby, you look just like papa!”

She smiles proudly and you hide the wet washcloth behind your back, letting them have their little moment.

nanami kento never intended for your relationship to be the first page of his newest journal. he didn't even notice when he began documenting it with a black ink pen in a plain leather notebook—writing down the moment you finally agreed to be his, as if you hadn’t been smitten by him from the first time you laid eyes on him.

each passing page became a piece of you. his dilemma on buying you flowers filled the 14th page, and by the 34th, there was a polaroid of you holding your favorite flowers—this time, he knew with confidence. your trips together occupied a few more pages, and even more were dedicated to the places he dreamed of taking you. from losses to love, nanami wrote it all down. it was his best way of keeping you—of keeping what you shared. he wanted your love to remain forever, not only in his heart but also in his hands.

when the wedding bells finally rang and he wore a suit unlike his usual ones, nanami kento stood before you, journal in hand. he read from it, a love documented from the beginning to what felt like the end of the beginning. his vows were written as though he'd known all along that he would marry you. but no, his journal didn’t just record the start of your relationship or the journey leading up to that day.

what nanami kento had not expected was that he would end up documenting your entire story.

as he began the last page with your name, followed by a comma, he wrote down everything he planned for your future together—plans he wanted to set in motion as soon as he returned from his mission. plans he would have given to you immediately after.

"let me take you to malaysia?"

you read over and over again, desperately hoping for more to follow, for another page to turn. but there were no more words. no more pages. and nanami’s voice, his presence, would no longer carry past this page.

yet, it’s hard to be angry with him. because, in the end, nanami was always a gentleman. whether knowingly or not, he left you one final letter—a letter filled with love, just like every page in his journal. because maybe, just maybe, the journal wasn’t for him to keep your love. maybe it was for you to keep his—not only in your heart but in your hands, after all.

𓆩♡𓆪 jing yuan x gender-neutral!reader — domestic fluff, established relationship!au

[12:00 AM] you’re woken up by a kiss. literally. 

jing yuan smiles against your lips, only allowing a hair’s breadth of space to form in between you both as you let out an annoyed huff. you roll onto your back and he towers over you, arms braced on either side of your head.

“hi,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“go to sleep,” you grumble, cracking one eye open lazily.

“it’s midnight.”

“exactly.” you try to turn over, but the general nuzzles into your neck, pressing a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the sliver of skin exposed near your shoulder. 

“you know what that means.” he presses his fingers into your waist, bunching up your robe. his hair tickles your neck; you smile.

“it means you need to sleep,” you say pointedly, squinting into the darkness. you bring a hand up and card it through his hair. he sighs softly when you lightly scratch on his scalp.

“and it also means it’s a new day already.”

“‘s not a new day ‘til the sun comes up,” you murmur sleepily.

jing yuan doesn’t argue. he only grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. the muted lights that penetrate the darkness through your open window are reflected in his eyes—but he looks at you like you’ve hung up all the stars in the luofu’s sky, just for him.

“happy birthday,” he says, mouth splitting into a wide grin, and despite your drowsiness, you let him pull you into a kiss.