Boyfie Sukuna In Your Bed In The Morning

It has been a hot minute. Thank you so much, depression. It's such a BIG artsy mood killer.

As stated in my little blurb near my profile pic on my page, I am an Autistic goof that occasionally posts art.

So! Here is my first finished piece in a long while!

Does the face need to be an actual face or can I wear a noh mask?

impostor syndrome: Oh no what if they can all tell that I'm an idiot who's not even supposed to be here, this is terrible. goblin mode: I am the idiot that they use to test whether something's idiot-proof, and boy is this place not up to code.

Blunt enough to say he wants to bend me over the railing and fuck me on the viewing platform of the replica Eiffel Tower at the Paris Casino/Hotel while watching the The Bellagio Fountain's water show.

How blunt do ya want All In Bucky bc... he gonna be pretty straightforward

Goodnight, my lovely followers and moots, all who I adore and wish I could hug because sleep deprived me is quite clingy.

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

nanami kento likes doing the crossword in the mornings, it is part of his routine.

sitting in the kitchen, coffee on the table, some light breakfast to go along with it, and you — next to him.

his legs crossed, the newspaper rested on his lap, he casually takes your hand into his and intertwines his fingers with yours as he works his way through the word game. every now and then drawing your hand close to his lips and planting a soft peck on it.

his expression rarely changes, no matter how tricky the clue is — he always approaches it calmly. because, he always has the answer.

except for this one.

“could you please take a look at this?”, he asks, without peeling his eyes off the paper.

this is a surprise, it must be quite the question — you think, but — “sure”, you mutter. “let me see”, you lean in as he points at the clue with the tip of his pencil.

proposal, asking for a hand — it reads.

you squint. hmm.

14 letters — you count. hmm . . .

“w-i-l-l y-o-u m-a-r-r-y m-e”, you spell out loud. easy. you wonder why he got stuck on that one in the first place—

oh.

the realization hits after you look at him.

his eyes are still expecting, your answer.

“what do you think? will you?”

a/n: of course, he had to pull some strings to make this crossword happen. he’s been meaning to propose to you for a while but never really knew how to go about it exactly, until this idea came to him one day and he thought it was the most befitting, perfect. the ring is in his pocket, and he’s been quite nervous all morning — although he never showed it.

sukuna core <3