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"gentle demanor â fluff oneshot
"gentle demeanor
: katsuki bakugo x reader
synopsis: katsuki bakugo and his girlfriend, reader, are cuddling after an exhausting day of training
content: mdi â second year!katsuki, sweet!reader, gentle affection, after the war au, praising, light kissing
wc: 0.8k
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everything was quieter now.Â
 the hallways in u.a., the streets under reconstruction, the common room in the dormitory building. it seems like the end of the war brought peace upon everyone.
 this feeling of peace and silence was also present in a certain loud-mouthed, overly temperamental studentâ katsuki bakugo.
 he had sustained some of the worst injuries in the war, right there beside izuku. a hole blown through his chest, dozens of broken bones in his right arm and hand so severe that he had to undergo weeks to months of physical therapy. his heart was in such critical condition that his doctors forbid him from undergoing any massive levels of stress while he was still healingâ which meant he had to tone down all the yelling, and explosions, and loud threats..
 it was irritating having to soften his demeanor but what else could he do.Â
 reader made the whole situation more bearable though. her soft-spoken words and gentle attitude had already started to rub off on him before the war, so afterwards, when peace had fallen over the country of japan, it gotten even worse. it was like her sweetness was sticking to his skin and seeping into his bones as well as the deepest parts of himself.
 so now, here he was, his face buried in the crook of her neck while he lounged on top of her, resting most of his body weight on her. they were cuddling on one of the couches in the common roomâ which, in most cases, would be too public of a place for katsuki to even think about being affectionate, but the whole class was gone on some clean-up mission so they had the dormitory to themselves.
 only reader and bakugo were allowed to stay back, having over-exerted themselves at trainingâ boyfriend like girlfriend, apparently.Â
 âquit beinâ a jerk and scratch my head.. brat.â bakugo grumbles under his breath as he nudges his head into readerâs chin, his voice slightly muffled by her shirt.Â
 âi was texting.â reader shot back, placing her phone down onto the floor beside the couch before reaching up and cupping the back of bakugoâs head. she pushes her fingers into his thick tufts of ash blonde hair and starts to gently massage and scratch with her nails.Â
 it was a comforting action that reader had been doing for months now, starting when bakugo first broke down in front of her after his kidnapping. it had always been able to soothe him into relaxation, something katsuki craved.Â
 âashido was jusâ asking me how you were doing.. theyâre all still a bit worried bout you, if âm being honest.â reader murmurs in explanation, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head.Â
 âtch.. like i care what those extras worry about. âm fine.â katsuki grumbles as he snuggles deeper into her embrace, his muscles starting to relax with her touch.Â
 âi know.. they jusâ care. donât be too grouchy.â reader comments as her hand continues to move in his hair.Â
 â.. âm not grouchy.â he grumbles in slight irritation, though it was mixed with such apparent fondness it was hard to tell if he was truly annoyed or not.Â
 a comfortable silence soon falls over them, only the chatter on the tv and the sound of bakugoâs deep breathing is audible. reader continues to gently massage his scalp, occasionally pressing kisses to his head or rubbing circles on his back.Â
 she strategically waits till he was half-asleep, knowing he would now be too exhausted to protest what would happen nextâ which was a long assault of praise and affection that katsuki usually rejected cause he was too prideful.Â
 âmmm..â reader hums in contentment, planting a gentle kiss onto bakugoâs head. âmy brave boy.. so tired after working so hard.â she praises quietly.
 katsuki, meanwhile, grunts in annoyance (though it seemed more like embarrassment than anything). âmmm.. so strong anâ hardworking.â reader repeats with a quiet laugh, her expression softening.
 âstop teasinâ me..â he grumbles, shaking his head and nuzzling deeper into her chest (when had he moved down there?).Â
 â.. âm not teasing you, ya big babyâ âm praising you.. cause i love you so much.â reader explains with another gentle kiss to his head. katsuki doesnât say anything for a few seconds and then shakes his head, grumbling like a stubborn cat.
 âi love ya too.. stupid brat.â katsuki mutters after a few seconds of silence.Â
 âah, my good boyââ
 âoi! âm not yer damn dog!â his head snaps up, his eyes narrowing into a glare of pure flustered annoyance.Â
 when the rest of the class returns in the late afternoon, they find katsuki lying on top of reader, both of them in deep sleep. over a dozen photos were taken by numerous classmates that dayâ and used as blackmail laterâŚ
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"broken cameras ch 5
: megumi fushiguro x reader
synopsis: megumi fushiguro is confused about is feelings for reader but decides to act anyways!
content: mdi â high-school!megumi, fem!reader, slow burn, modern age, no curses au, bratty!megumi, no smut, best friend!yuuji
wc: 1.1k
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âhere.â fushiguro states bluntly as he shoves a mangaâ the manga that reader had mentioned the day priorâ into her chest, gaze averted.
 âyou can borrow it. iâve already read it anyways, just return it when youâre done and..â he pauses as he adjusts the strap on his bookbag, still staring off to the side. â... and iâll give you the next volume.âÂ
 reader takes the book into her hand, looking down at it for a few seconds before she looks up at him in disbelief. she didnât expect the gesture, nor for him to even remember her mentioning it. though she clearly appreciated it as her expression softened, a gentle smile appearing on her face.
 âthanks, iâll be careful with it..â reader murmurs as she carefully stuffs the manga into her bag.Â
 fushiguro doesnât say anything else, just gives her a quiet grunt in acknowledgement before going to sit down at his seat. he was silently praying that reader wouldnât or hasnât already noticed the deep blush staining the tips of his ears and bottom of his neck.Â
 he was never flustered easily, but something about the situation was just so embarrassing to him. he didnât know what was going on⌠and he didnât want to know either.
 as promised, after reader finishes the first volume of the manga she received from megumi, she returns it and exchanges it for the next volume. sheâs always extra careful with each book, making sure not to damage any of the pages or coversâ she also expresses her gratitude quite clearly, a bright smile on her face as she thanks megumi at each exchange. fushiguro brings each volume on time, starting to memorize how long it takes for her to read one volume. heâs feigns nonchalance through each exchange, holding back the urge to ask her how sheâs liking the series, or other questions.
 throughout these next few months and next few manga exchanges, they start to grow closer as friends as well. they flash one another smiles in the hallway (or, more like reader smiling and fushiguro giving her a small nod of acknowledgement), sometimes sit together at lunch, and sometimes work on assignments together.
 then, autumn break arrivesâ faster than either of them expected. the first semester of school moved faster than the second, that much was obvious.Â
 on the last day of class before the break would be starting, reader approached fushiguro, holding volume 10 of the manga sheâd been borrowing from him.Â
 âi jusâ finished this one.. thank you, fushiguro.â reader mutters with a gentle smile while handing the manga back to him. megumi nods in acknowledgment, taking the book back with a brief brush of fingers (which causes him to choke on his spit).
 he coughs quietly as he reaches into his bookbag and pulls out the next two volumes, holding them out to her.
 âah, two this time?â she questions with a quiet laugh, holding the books close to her chest while turning her head to look up at him. âspoiling me..â
 that comment forces a deep flush to appear on fushiguroâs cheeks, his brows furrowing slightly with flustered irritation. he clicks his tongue and whips his head to the side, now staring at a row of lockers instead of at reader.Â
 â..âm not spoiling you, moron. i just wanted you to have an extra volume for the break since youâll probably finish the first one before the week is over.â he explains quietly, trying to neutralize his expression, though the blush persisted.Â
 âmmmhm, understandable.â reader comments with a another quiet giggle, her expression softening at his bashful demeanor. âanyways, thanks. i hope you have a good break. iâll return these afterwards.â
 reader holds her hand up and gives fushiguro a small wave before starting to turn around and walk off.
 megumi clenches his fists by his side, holding back the urge to call out to her. he wanted to ask if she wanted to walk home together⌠or if she wanted to maybe hang out over the break. but he didnât say anything. he didnât even understand why he wanted thisâ why he borderline craved her presence.. heâd never felt like this about someone else.
 though, something inside him snaps.
 he was overly frustrated over not understanding his own feelings and even more frustrated with the fact he was being a coward.Â
 âreaderââ fushiguro calls out, taking a few hurried steps after her. reader hears him and pauses at the end of the hallway, coming to a stop and then turning around to face him again. he stops a few feet away from her.
 âdo you want to walk home together? since weâre neighbors.. and all.â he questions in a low voice, trying to find a logical reasoning for his desire.Â
 reader smiles up at him, her expression softening all over again. âyeah! that sounds good.. wanted some company anyways.â she agrees with a quiet laugh.
 fushiguro lets out a subtle sigh of reliefâ somewhat glad that she hadnât rejected his offer. that wouldâve been embarrassingâŚÂ
 âmmhm.â he hums quietly as he quickly catches up to her, the both of them now starting to walk to their respective homes.Â
 the walk itself mostly consisted of reader chattering on about whatever she wanted to chatter on aboutâ the stressful classes, the clubs or sports sheâs interested in joining, drama happening between some friends, etc. she filled the silence with gentle laughs and sweet words, as per usual. fushiguro didnât mind. he preferred to listen rather than talk anywaysâ with yuuji, with herâŚ
 they ended up on their street rather quickly, to fushiguroâs disappointment. they stop on the sidewalk in between their two buildings.Â
 before megumi could say anything, reader speaks up first.Â
 âhey, would you mind if i come over next week? incase i finish the volumes before the week finishes.â she questions as she reaches up to brush some hair out of her face.Â
 fushiguro pauses at her question, taking the time to watch her finger brush her soft locks from her forehead, her finger lingering by her ear. his gaze then snaps to her eyes, remembering that she had asked him a question.
 she wanted to come over? to his house?
 heâd never had a girl over, or really anyone other than yuuji overâ but the idea of her inside his space didnât make him uncomfortable or anything.. so he really had no reason to deny her request. it did seem logical, and they were pretty much friends, right?
 âyeah, i donât mind. shoot me a text and drop by whenever..â he mutters, feigning nonchalance (as per usual), even though he was pretty excited about the idea of her coming over.Â
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frosting & impatience
synopsis: satoru gojo thinks that reader isn't getting him a valentine's day gift, so he decides to get her one!
pairing featured: teen!satoru gojo x teen!reader
content: sfw, mdi, no smut, teen!satoru gojo, teen!reader, japanese traditions, japanese valentine's day, not modern au
word count: 1.3k
valentine's day special!
itâs february 14th and satoru gojo is sulkingâ why you may ask?
 because reader didnât give him any chocolates.Â
 itâs customary that girls bring their crushes boxes of chocolates or other little treats to display their affectionsâ yet it was the afternoon and satoru still hadnât received anything from her! he knew that at this rate it wasnât happening.Â
 but he also wasnât one to give up that easily!
 even though it wasnât the standard for guys to give any gifts for another month (white day, march 14th), he didnât care. he needed this day to be romantic and if reader wasnât going to do it then he was! he had been itching to confess anyways, and this just gives him an excuse to spill his heart out, and spend his moneyâ which he both loves.
 satoru leaves his dorm and campus within the next five minutes, not bothering to second-guess his plan. he even uses his sorcery to get to the city even faster, he was both impatient and eager to see readerâs reaction to his romantic gesture, hoping she wouldnât think he was doing too much.Â
 which he always did.
 within minutes he was in the middle of a flower store, looking around for the perfect bouquet, or should he make his own? yeah, that sounds better. he switches to looking for smaller bouquets of flowers and greenery he could just use to assemble the perfect bouquet for reader!Â
 he bought white hydrangeas and light pink lilies as well as some stinky little white flowers to act as a filler (babyâs breath) as well as some random green leaves to act as greenery. he was talking to the owner of the flower shop for like twenty minutes to make sure that this bouquet would be the best readerâs ever seen.Â
 with the flowers in one arm, satoru heads to his next locationâ a bakery, where he buys a dozen red velvet cupcakes with hearts on them (as well as some mochi for himself, he couldnât resist).Â
 then with his hands already full he heads to the third destination where he buys both a box of chocolate and an assortment of chocolate covered strawberries. by now he had multiple boxes stacked in one hand and the flowers in the otherâ though he still had some more stops.
 he was just hoping he wouldnât drop anything.
 that would suck.
 his last two stops are to readerâs favorite coffee shop, getting her favorite drink, and to this little ceramic shop he visited with her like two weeks ago. at the ceramic shop he buys them some matching mugs, thinking itâd be a cute and practical giftâ which he knows reader likes.
 everything was complete, now he just had to get back to his dorm room and assemble everything before it got too late!
 satoru somehow magically makes it back to his dorm room without dropping anythingâ which was a miracle as practically everything he was holding was fragile. but enough of that! now it was time to get everything ready to give to the reader!
 he first assembles the bouquet, his tongue slightly sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he buddles up the various flowers and greenery he bought. in the end he ties it with a silk ribbon (which he also bought for this occasion), making sure itâs a neat little bow.Â
 then he grabs this little wicker basket heâs had under his desk for ages and assembles all the other gifts. he places the box chocolates on the bottom with the chocolate covered strawberries on top and the two mugs beside it. he keeps the cupcakes separate, not wanting to accidentally squish them and ruin the frosting. with everything complete he scrambles to write a heartfelt note as wellâ he had to make this as romantic as possible!Â
 however, as he was just finishing up the note he hears a knock at his door. assuming it was suguru or shoko he goes to answer itâ though it wasnât suguru or shokoâŚ
 it was reader.
 she was standing there holding a box of what appeared to be mochi as well as a card and two tickets somewhereâ and she looked so cute. he noticed that quickly. she wasnât in her uniform but regular clothes and she had her hair down. he rarely got to see her like this but it was his favorite sight. she was just the cutest.
 âreader?â he murmurs in confusion as he looks down at her, his hand planted gently on the doorframe.Â
 âthis is for you, happy valentine's day..â she comments as he extends her arms, holding the items out for satoru to take.
 he only hesitates for a second before taking the gifts and looking through them. it was his favorite type of mochi, and the card was handmade, having a little drawing of a snow fox at the front with an essay inside, all readerâs handwriting. the tickets were two tickets to an aquarium that just opened in tokyo that heâd been thinking about visitingâ but now it was a date, or at least heâs considering it a date, with reader.
 âi didn't think you were getting me anything..â satoru murmurs with a light pout as he looks off to the side, a subtle flush appearing on his face.Â
 now knowing that reader had got him stuff he felt silly with his bouquet of flowers and all the treats and presents he bought him. she was going to think he was insane or somethingâ why was he so impatient?Â
 âit just took me a while because i had to go buy the tickets at the actual aquarium since they were sold out online.â reader comments with a gentle laugh, neatly folding her hands in front of her.
 âoh.â
 satoru stares at her for a few seconds and then puts the stuff she gifted him down onto his desk. he raises his hand to awkwardly rub the back of his neck.
 âwell i got ya some stuff too..â he admits with a sheepish chuckle as he steps back so she can enter his room and see all the gifts on his desk.Â
 âwoah.. what the hell?â reader comments with a giggle as she stops in front of his desk, looking at all the different items he bought her. she didnât think he was insane and she didnât think the gifts were too muchâ she just thought the gesture was sweet!
 âaw! satoru!â she stepped forward and opened the box of cupcakes, taking one out to take a big bite, humming in contentment as the flavors of frosting and cake filled her mouth.
 though while she was busy with the sweet treat all he could think about was that she had got him a giftâ that had to mean that she liked him, right? it had to! why else would she buy him something and go through all the work of heading all the way into tokyo.
 she liked him, and he liked her.
 âso yummy, thenââ before she could finish thanking him his mouth was on hers, one of his hands gently cupping her jaw while the other steadied her hand holding the cupcake, not wanting it to drop.Â
 âyeah, yummy..â he murmurs against his lips, his eyes fluttering open to look down at her. âhappy valentine's day..â he adds a second later.Â
 reader just stares up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, her lips still parted lightly from the kiss. she takes a few seconds to recover from the surprise of the kiss, her expression then softening.
 âhappy valentineâs day..â she mutters, putting the half-eated cupcake down on his desk before leaning in to kiss him again, her arms wrapping around his neck.
 no confession.
 no big declaration of love.
 this was enoughâ frosting and impatience.
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"sweet voices â rodrick!choso modern college au
sweet voices
synopsis: choso's band, the lĂśded curses, play at a frat party where he meets readerâ will something blossom?
pairing featured: rodrick!choso x reader
content: rodrick!choso, drummer!choso, fem!reader, modern college band au, frat party, bassist!geto, singer!shoko, guitarist!sukuna, meet cute, pierced!choso, mdi, no smut, sfw
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the room is filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and weedâ and sweat as apparently college students donât understand how deodorant works. though it doesnât affect choso as much as he isnât in the crowed, rather up on some crappy makeshift stage.Â
heâs seated at his drumset toward the back of the stage, his arms slick with sweat from the effort he was exerting as he smacked his drumsticks against his drums and cymbals to the beat of the song.Â
 while he hated parties, well hate was an understatement. he actively avoided parties, and the only reason he was at one now was because his band was booked to play. it was surprising to see a frat request the band as they primarily played punk rock & metal, but they were paying and the crowd/party attendees seemed to be enjoying it.
 his bandâ lĂśded cursesâ had been created in his freshmen year with him and one of his friends, suguru geto, starting it up. geto was the bassist and secondary vocalist. they needed him up front just cause of how pretty his stupid face wasâ brought in the crowds. their two other members, ryomen sukuna and shoko ieriri were lead guitarist and main vocalist. theyâve been making music and playing for parties for a while now and have grown decently popular on campus.Â
 now all of them were juniors, playing for parties or events practically every weekend, including this weekend. though while it was usually a different crowd of people renting them out, the sorority girls and frat bros seemed to be enjoying their songs and the atmosphere they brought.Â
 choso pants quietly as the song ends, shoko and geto both crowding around one mic to thank everyone for their support. he can see ryomen click his tongue in irritation as he sets his guitar down by his guitar, already exiting the stage to get a drink, or smoke, or both. while the night clearly wasnât over, they needed a break, so theyâd wander around the party for a bit before getting back on stage to finish the night.Â
 choso gets up from his drumset as suguru and ieriri both get off the stage as well. he trails behind them, though he quickly loses sight of them once he reaches the floor.Â
 itâs not that he couldnât be aloneâ he just didnât like being alone at things like this. he felt awkward trying to make small talk or flirt with girls, not that any came up to him. unlike suguru and ryomen, and even shoko, girls didnât flock to him. maybe cause he was in the back, or maybe cause he looked a bit more intimidatingâ dark hair covering his forehead with tons of piercings littered across his face (eyebrow piercing on his left, bridge, labret, snake bites and he had his piercings all over his ears).
 either way, girls just didnât talk toâ
 his thoughts are interrupted when someone bumps into him from behind, sending him stumbling just a few steps forward. before he could turn around to see who had accidentally shoved him, he realizes that he collided into someone else who was in front of him. the place was so packedâŚ
 âshit, sorry.â choso quickly apologies as he looks down at the girl heâd bumped into, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to steady the both of them.Â
 âswear i didnât mean to, some jackass bumped intoââ he begins to explain before his words falter and he pauses. the girl he bumped into had turned around and holy shit she was stunningâ somehow his exact type. choso quickly jerks his hand back, not wanting to accidentally creep her out by touching her for so long.
 âno, itâs ok. you donât need to apologize, the place is packed..â the girl comments with a quiet laugh.Â
 choso swallows roughly while nodding in understanding, still staring down at her like sheâd hung the moon and the stars, or like she was some kind of goddesâ which, to him, thatâs what she looks like.
 before she could walk away and their interaction could be over, he quickly steps forward and blurts out: âiâm choso.âÂ
 âiâm in the band that as just playing, i donât know if ya saw me, iâm the drummer so iâm kind of in the back..â he murmurs, trying to give her more of a reason to stay and talk with him.
 âoh.â the girls turns back around to him, looking toward the stage before her eyes find his again. âyou guys are really goodâ iâve never listened to music like this but itâs enjoyable..â she compliments with a gentle smile.
 âyeah, iâm reader.â the girl introduces herself, extending her hand for him to shake.Â
 âreader..â choso mutters as he reaches out to shake her hand, hoping his palms werenât as sweaty as the rest of him was. âyouâre fuckinâ stunning, ya know that?â he comments under his breath when his hand leaves hers.
 he quickly straightens up as he realizes that the compliment actually escaped his lips and he actually just told this complete stranger that she was stunning, stunningâ he couldnât have just said cute or pretty like a normal person? sheâs going to think heâs a complete creep. crap.
 though, the girl, reader, doesnât seem to react negatively, instead giving choso a quiet laugh, her cheeks dusting with a light blush.Â
 âah, you think so?â she questions with a giggle and a slight tilt of her head. âthanks, youâre pretty stunning yourself.â she compliments him with another giggle leaving her lips, clearly more amused than creeped outâ to chosoâs relief.
 âmy bad..â he murmurs with his own quiet laugh, his shoulders easing with relief. âi didnât mean to say that out loud but i guess my mouth moved faster than my brain could.â he explains.
 âno worries, i donât really mind compliments from cute guys in bands..â reader mentions, leaning a bit closer to him.
 âmmmhm? you have cute guys from bands makinâ moves on you often?â he questions as he also leans a bit closer to her, close enough that the smell of her perfume breaks through the mixture of alcohol and weed. he wasnât sure how heâd gotten from a nervous wreck to confident in just mere seconds but it was happening, and he was actively flirting with reader now.Â
 âmaybeâ but youâre definitely the cutest, if that makes ya feel better.â reader clarified with another amused laugh.Â
 âcute enough to let me get ya a drink?â
 âmmhm.. but not beer, please. canât stand it.âÂ
 âyou got it, gorgeous..â choso stated, making sure to add that little compliment before slipping away to get her a drink from the other side of the house.
 it was difficult to maneuver through the crowds of frat brothers but he was motivated to get this girl, who was actually interested in him, a drink. when he returns with some fruity vodka concoction he hands it to her while slightly crowding her against the wall, creating a more intimate atmosphere for the two of them.Â
 âhere ya goâ donât worry, i watched them make it so everythinâ is safe..â he reassures her as she takes a deep sip of the drink, the red plastic against her lips.
 âmm, what a gentlemen..â reader giggles between sips, looking up at him with wide and somewhat affectionate eyesâ at least thatâs what choso thinks he sees.Â
 before choso can open his mouth to continue their conversation he feels a familiar hand clap him on the back. when he turns his head he sees geto standing there, pointing to the stage. âquit makinâ out and come back on stage, needa finish up the setlist.â he pointed out as he removes his hand from chosoâs shoulder.
 choso groans quietly but nods in understanding, taking a small step back from reader. though before he goes back on stage he turns his attention back to her.
 âcome up front and watch me, iâll sing somethinâ for ya, beautiful..â choso murmurs before rushing back on stage to request geto and shoko to play a specific songâ and give him a mic to let him sing too.Â
 while the band is setting up to continue playing, reader makes her way to the front of the crowd so he could see the stage like choso requested, curious about what song heâd play for herâ it was an awfully romantic gesture since they just met, but was it cute at the same time.
 the chatter from the party attendees quiets down a bit as the band starts a song, geto beginning to hum into the mic and strum while ryomen does the same, choso beginning to lightly tap his drums. then the singing starts.
 this was a newer song theyâd written just months prior and a much slower song than what they usually playedâ and this time choso was secondary vocals instead of geto, his rougher voice mixing perfectly with shokoâs sweet yet raspier vocals. while he sings he looks around, his eyes searching for a certain beautiful face in the crowd. his expression brightens visibly when he spots her, reader, actually in the front and watching him playâ heâd for sure expected her to just walk off, but this meant she was actually interested, right?
 he was praying she was interested because now he was staring straight at her as he sung and played the drums.
 the atmosphere around them shifted to something more intimate and now with both of them maintaining eye contact itâs like their own little worldâ everyone and everything else blocked out.
plagiarism, feeding work into AI & reposting of content not allowed without permission (@mwagumi)
note: this is based on rodrick heffley from the diary of the wimpy kid. should I do a part 2 with smut?
divider credits to @cursed-carmine
broken cameras chapter 4
synopsis: fushiguro gets reader's number but ends up chickening out & not texting herâ though he does come up with a different plan to capture her attention.
pairing featured: megumi fushiguro x reader
content: sfw, mdi, fem!reader, high-school!megumi, slow burn, modern age, no curses au, mean/bratty!megumi
word count: 1k
âsheâs gonna think i hate herâŚâ fushiguro murmurs, staring up at the ceiling while his phone lay open on his and readerâs messagesâ well, empty conversation as neither of them had texted anything.
 it had been a few hours since they exchanged numbers as it was now two in the morning but he still hasnât texted her.
 itâs not that he didnât want to, quite the opposite actually, he really did want to text her. he just didnât know what to say and mess things up before things even start! he doesnât want to be too generic and be another face in the crowd but on the other hand he didnât want to be too bold and scare her off either.Â
 he sighs deeply, turning off his phone and then placing it face down on his nightstand, turning over to bury his face into his pillow. âso stupidâŚâ he grumbles, his voice muffled by the soft fabric.
 fushiguro ends up dozing off before he can think of something he could text her, and even when he wakes up the next morning he as no clue what to sayâ ending up just not texting her the entire weekend. he had completely chickened out.Â
 as a result of his chickening outâ the next day at school was somewhat awkward for him, well, at least first period was.Â
 he noticed when reader entered the room, and he noticed when she sat down in her seat beside him and gave him that cute little wave in greeting. while he would usually give her a wave or at least a verbal greeting in response, today he just gave her a stiff nod before turning his attention back to his notebook in front of him. he felt like a major jerkâ practically ghosting her the entire weekend and then preceding to ignore her during their one class together.Â
 this awkwardness (mostly all from fushiguro) ends up continuing for the next weekâ though reader doesnât exactly notice that heâs kind of avoiding her, excusing his behavior for his usual nonchalant demeanor. though they began to talk again the next week through a partner assignment the teacher assigned.
 then they kind of go back to normalâ whatever normal isâ though fushiguro still hasnât texted her, even if itâs been on his mind.Â
 now, itâs wednesday morningâ the leaves outside had begun to change colors and fall as autumn rapidly approached, the last signs of summer disappearing more & more everyday. fushiguro and reader were working on a (seperate) partner assignment, both of them listening to music in respective earbuds and chatting occasionally.Â
 while theyâre working in comfortable silence, their pervious conversation having died off a few minutes ago, reader notices a manga peeking out of his bag. she slips her earbud out and turns to him, tapping his arm to get his attention.
 megumi looks up at her, slipping his own earbud out of his ear. âhmm?â he hums in confusion, waiting for her to speak.
 âyou read manga?â she questions in a low voice while pointing to the book peeking out of his backpack. fushiguro follows her finger and notices what she was pointing to, nodding in response to her question.Â
 âyeah..â he murmurs as he reaches down and pulls out the manga, showing her the cover and the back. âthis one is really good, itâs a slice of life, or romance, i guess.â he explains in a quiet voice. though he was slightly embarrassed to admitting that he willingly read romance books.Â
 however, reader didnât seem to care that he read romance as she was more invested in the book he was holding. she reached out to gently take it from him, with his permission, briefly flipping through the pages.Â
 âiâve been wanting to read another manga from this authorâ iâve heard his stuff is pretty good..â reader murmurs as she traces her finger over the authorâs name on the cover as fushiguro watched her.
 âwhich one? i mightâve read it.â he comments as he takes the manga back from her, carefully stuffing the book back into his bag.
 âi donât remember the exact title, itâs about a gardening club or somethinâ though..â reader murmurs in though as she taps her index finger on her chin, looking off to the side.Â
 âi think itâs called gardening clubââ fushiguro laughs quietly while leaning back into his seat. âi have it, it was really sweet. itâs kind of on the longer side, like 15 or 16 volumes..â he explains.Â
 âwhaaattt?â reader exclaims as she leans forward, her hands braced on the wooden seat of the chair, â15 volumes? that is on the longer side..â she murmurs as she tilts her head slightly to the side.
 âyeah..â fushiguro chuckles while slipping his earbud back into his ear, focusing on the assignment they had due at the end of class. reader follows in suite a few seconds later.
 though while listening to music and working on the assignment, megumiâs mind strays to readerâs comment about wanting to read this manga, which he happens to haveâ he knew that couldnât just be a coincidence, it had to be fate or something.
 when he gets home that afternoon & wanders into his room, his eyes automatically find the manga reader mentioned on his shelf. he had all the volumes, having liked the series a decent amount. he walks closer to the shelf, his hand reaching out to trace the spine of the first volume.
 this couldnât just be some coincidence, right?Â
 whatâre the chances they're into the same genre of mangaâ well, it isnât that strange that a girl would like a more feminine type of genre, so, whateverâ but whatâre the chances sheâs been wanting to read a manga that he has the entirety of? now thatâs no coincidenceâ that has to be fate!
 he didnât even believe in such crap before he met her. what was happening to him?
 without overthinking it (he moved faster than his thoughts), he stuffed the first volume of the manga into his backpack.Â
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note: sorry that this chapter is so short and underwhelming! I wanted to set up the rest of the chapters in a solid way, I am confirming that this entire fic will have around 10 chapters in total
divider credits to @cursed-carmine
practiced hands
synopsis: ryomen sukuna, who has his plate full his sophmore year of college, meets reader & attitude shifts.
paring featued: frat!kuna ryomen sukuna x deaf reader
content: sfw, mdi, no smut, fluff, modern jjk, no curses au, frat!kuna, deaf!reader, fem!reader, wrestling captain!sukuna
word count: 1.5k
ryomen sukuna had his plate full his sophomore year of college.
 he had been made captain of the wrestling team after his impressive performance freshman year (taking his college to the championships & winning in his weight class) which brought a whole new set of responsibilities. with that heâs also involved in that stupid frat that gojo dragged him intoâ having him attend events & parties where the only goal is to get drunk. not to mention heâs had to get a part time job (he works at a gym) now that he has to buy his own meals. and to top it all off, heâs been working over time to not fail his classes, which is proving to be harder than last year.
 so the last thing he had time for was a girlfriend.Â
 he couldnât handle dotting on some girl and taking her out for dates while also juggling a sport, a social life, a job, and his grades. heâd lose his mind.Â
 though it seems like fateâ and his heartâ had other plans. (bars).
 â
 it was nine in the morning and ryomen had just left his lecture hall after his eight am class. whyâd he decide to take an eight am class was something he didnât know, seems like he was in way over his head at the beginning of the semester.
 he was walking through the building, heading to the library to study for a bit before his next class at ten. how the hell did his counselor let him schedule his classes like this? when he rounded a corner someone ran straight into his chestâ forcing him to pause his steps while the person who bumped into him stumbled back a few steps.Â
 âtch..â he clicked his tongue, trying to reign in his irritation to not snap at some clumsy stranger. he took a deep breath, looking down at the personâ or girl, as he now registered.
 âwatch where youâre goinâ.â ryomen comments in a gruff tone, his grip on his bag tightening as the girl who bumped into him stares up at him with wide eyes.
 though the girl didn't say anything, and just blankly blinked at him. sukuna felt his irritation rise and as he was about to open his mouth to snap at her, tell her off for being rude or something, the stranger bowed her head.Â
 when she lifted her head she raised her hands to her chest and made some, in his eyes, freaky-ass movements with her fingers and hands. then she stares up at him again with that same wide-eyed expression.Â
 âthe fuck?â he murmurs in confusion, raising an eyebrow at her. noticing his confusion, the girl bowed her head again, clasping her hands together in a praying motion. it seemed like an apology, of sortâ maybe? ryomen couldnât tell.
 âuh, âs fine..â he murmurs, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. the girl then raises her head again and scurries off, disappearing down the hallway within a few seconds.Â
 âthe hell was that..â ryomen mutters to himself as he raises his hand to awkwardly rub the back of his neck, his irritation now shifted to confusion and slight bewilderment.Â
 it hits him when he reaches the libraryâ the girl that bumped into him most likely had some sort of disability and she was signing to him, like sign language. jeez, heâs a moron. he was standing there staring & cursing at her like some kind of moron while he was just trying to communicate with him.
 he sits down at an empty desk, pulling out his laptop and searching up phrases in sign language, more specifically looking up the sign for apologizing. he finds the sign & quickly recognizes it as the same sign the girl did. he groans quietly in irritation (at himself).Â
 he never really concerned himself with interacting with strangers but he also tried not to be an ass to strangersâ especially not cute girls who were just trying to apologize.
 because that girl was cute.Â
 he couldnât focus much on her appearance cause he was busy being all confused & annoyed, but he thinks he remembers her being cute.
 he continues to stare at the hand sign for i am sorry, remembering how the girl did the same movement while he just stared at her. he hesitates for a second before he curls his hand into a fist, lifting it to his chest before moving it in a circular motion, copying the sign. it was rather simple but he felt kind of stupid doing it.Â
 like he was doing something he shouldnât be. he didnât need to learn sign language anywaysâ not that heâd want to, even if he did have the time, which he doesnât.Â
 though the sign, and the girl, lingers in his mind for the next few days.
 he ends up running into the strangerâ the sign-language girl, as heâs been calling her in his headâ at a school fundraising event. it was some big ass farmers market like-thing with multiple clubs, organizations, sororities & frats. he didnât want to be here but he had to be as he was taking turns watching the stand for his frat with his friend (if you could call him that), choso.
 he had just switched off with choso and was wandering around the event when he collided with someone (this sign-language girl, again). he looked down at the person he bumped into and paused before his usual annoyed scowl could appear on his face.
 âyou..â he murmurs to himself before he straightens up.
 he watches as the girl looks up at him, her eyes flashing with a brief recognition before she signs to him again, which he now recognizes as an apology.
 he nods in understanding, hesitating for just a quick second before he raises his own fist and repeats the sign to herâ apologizing in sign language.
 the girl watches him sign to apologize, her entire face lighting up in pure excitement as she watches his fist move across his chest in circular motions. she waits for him to drop his fist before she starts signing to him again, her hands & fingers moving rapidly as she communicates with him.
 âfuck.â ryomen curses as he watches her hands move at a pace so rapid he wouldnât be able to understand even if he did know sign languageâ which he didnât, outside of how to say he was sorry.
 âno- no, i donât know uh, fuckââ he murmurs in panic as she continues to sign at him. though she soon pauses as she realizes that he didnât understand her. her face falls slightly and she drops her hands, staring up at him blankly.Â
 âno, i donât actually know sign language. my bad..â he murmurs gruffly as he rubs the back of his neck in an awkward manner.
 the girl hesitates for a second before she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out her phone, typing something on it and then turning it toward sukuna so he could read what she wrote.
 : iâm sorry, i thought because you signed that you could understand everything. you only know iâm sorry?
 sukuna leans a bit closer, reading what she wrote before then nodding in response, a slightly sheepish look on his face. jeez, he felt like a moronâ standing in the middle of some fundraiser event communicating with a girl through her phone because he couldn't understand her.
 the girl yanks her phone back, typing as rapidly as she was signing.
 : no worries, itâs my fault for assuming.Â
 she shows him her phone & gives him an awkward yet apologetic smile.Â
 ryomen looks down at her phone and then at her face, his expression softening slightlyâ so he did remember right, she was pretty cute (especially with that cute expression on her face).
 before she could put her phone away, he reaches out and without taking her phone from her hand, he types something onto her notes app.Â
 : you deaf?
 well, he could've been nicer but he just wanted to ask, heâs been pretty curious about it anyways. though she didnât seem too offended. she turns her phone back toward her, nodding up at him to answer his question.Â
 âwhat's yer name?â he asks out loud, assuming she most likely could read lips as sheâd been responding to his comments. their communication tactic wasnât exactly thought out, or neat.
 she does manage to read her lips and writes her answer on her phone again, turning the screen toward him again.
 : reader. whatâs yours?
 ryomen then reaches out (acting without thinking, like usual), grabbing her phone to type something again. his fingers brush against her as he lets go of the phone, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
 when the girl, reader, turns her phone back around, a light blush appears on her face. ryomen had given her his name and numberâ telling her to call him.
 by the time she snapped her head up to look at him, he was already walking away, giving her a lazy wave by his shoulder. though while he seemed all nonchalant, he was more nervous than heâd ever been when giving a girl his contact info.
 this girl was deaf and he didnât know a lick of sign-language other than how to apologize. he didnât want to be disrespectful either and only used his phone to communicate with her so how the hell would this work?
 he was in way over his headâ as per usual.
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divider credits to @cursed-carmine

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countless scars
synopsis: after defeating the king of curses, satoru is left with new scars & new insecuritiesâ which reader helps resolve.
pairing: scarjo satoru gojo x reader
content: nsfw, mdni, smut ⎠oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, sexual comfort, praise
word count: 3k
the house was quiet (other than the birds chirping outside), with warm morning light spilling through the living room window, curtains pushed aside.Â
satoru gojo was standing in the kitchen, one hand braced behind him on the counter while the other held a mug of scalding hot tea. he was staring out the window, observing the first signs of spring now that all the snow had melted away.Â
it had been close to four months since sukuna had been defeatedâ gojo winning the battle in shinjuku. though he had won the battle, it wasnât an easy feat by any means, leaving him with dozens of scars, too many to count, really. they covered him, head to toeâ even his face was scarred pretty badly.
and so even though satoru had always been quite smug and downright arrogant about his appearance (and in general), the physical reminders of his battle with the king of curses have left him feeling insecure.Â
he rarely wore short-sleeved shirts or shorts anymore, even if his physique was more than impressive. he didnât even like undressing with his girlfriendâ readerâ present, even going as far as to refuse showering with her (which he used to agree to without a second of hesitation).
satoru turned his attention from the backyard to his hand holding the mug, with multiple jagged scars running along his knuckles and down to his wrist. his grip on the cup tightened in response. he wasnât used to feeling so uncomfortable with himselfâ he didnât know how to handle it, or feel better.Â
though heâs broken out of his thoughts when reader entered the room, looking as adorable as usual, even though she hadnât woken up too long ago.
he turned his head to look at her, his expression softening when he noticed her approaching her. he places his mug down and uses that hand to reach out, gently cupping her face.Â
âgood morninâ, angel, howâd ya sleep?â he questions with a slight tilt of his head, his thumb beginning to caress her cheek.
reader gives him a bright smile, placing her hand over his on her cheek. âyeah, this new bed is comfortableâ and not being near so much traffic has been nice too.â
after the fight with sukuna, with tokyo being mostly destroyed, and due to the extent of satoruâs injuries, the two of them bought a quaint little house in the japanese countryside and have been living there. itâs safe to say that they both enjoy it quite a bit.Â
âmmhm..â he leans closer to press a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds till he feels one of her hands on his hip, sliding beneath his shirt.
he quickly jerked back, his hand snapping down to grab hers, his expression suddenly hardening. the softness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by slight irritation and fear? he didnât want her lifting his shirt, or even feeling his abdomen, afraid of what sheâd think of the scarred skin.Â
so even though theyâve had nothing but peace for the last four months, satoru and reader hadnât been able to have any sort of intimacy as satoru just wouldnât let her touch himâ not even a quick bicep squeeze or anything. he ran a strict program.
âreaderââ he starts to protest, his hand still around her wrist, squeezing it tightly.
though reader cuts him off, yanking her hand from his firm grip. âsatoru, i understand if youâre not in the mood or anythinâ like that, but i know you are. we havenât.. fucked for monthsâ months, satoru..â she explains with a light frown.
âi know thereâs somethinâ wrong. you wonât even shower with me anymore!â she exclaims, throwing her hands into the air.
satoruâs expression turns slightly sheepish, his gaze dropping to the floor as his hand comes up to gently rub the back of his neck. he knew he had to come clean after avoiding her touch for so longâ he knew sheâd figure it out eventually. he was honestly just embarrassed. heâd never been so insecure before and wasnât sure how reader would take it.
though he knows he has to tell her.
he takes a deep breath while slumping back into the counter, his arms crossing over his chest as he meets her gaze again.
âi just- iââ he sighs deeply, âi donât want you to see me..â he murmurs awkwardly. âiâm not as attractive as i used to be, which i know, hard to believeâ but sukuna really messed me up, and i just donât look the same.â
he lets out a deep sigh of relief after the explanation is out, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders now that heâs confessed his insecurities to her.
reader stares at him for a few seconds, seemingly processing what he just said. then she sighs deeply.
âis this about your scars, satoru?â she questions as she steps closer to him, reaching out to gently uncross his arms. she didnât want him blocking himself off from herâ not physically and not emotionally either.
âthey donât change anythinâ you know. i mean, i find them sexy, and i mean that. i havenât lost any attraction toward you..â reader explains as she holds his hand, her fingers interlacing with his.
âyour appearance isn't a turn off, i mean likeâ far from it..â she murmurs.Â
âyouâre such a liar.â he grumbles, though a light flush appears on his cheeks, her words starting to get to him.Â
âiâm not lying, and- and i can prove to you that iâm not.â reader protests, letting go of his hand to take a small step back.Â
âand how are you going to do that?â satoru questions with a chuckle, placing his hands on his hips in amusement.Â
reader looks up at his face, and then down at his hips, and then up at his face again, a motivation in her eyes that heâd never seen before. what was she planning? and where did she look just now?
âtake off your pants, and iâll show you.â she requests (or more like commands), with a mischievous grin.Â
âtakeâ what?!â satoru exclaims as he takes a small step back, his ass hitting the edge of the counter.
âpants off.â reader repeats, reaching out for the waistband of his sweatpants (which earned quite the flustered noise of protest from him).
after a little more reassurance and convincing, reader managed to pry satoruâs pants off him, his cock springing to life now that it wasnât constrained by the fabric of his boxers. his muscular thighs were covered in those same jagged scars he had all over him, though they were still soft to the touch as reader reached out & placed her hands on them.
satoru had both his hands braced behind him on the counter while reader sank to her knees in front of him, his cock twitching in anticipation. he was so pent-up (after months of being celibate) that a thick bead of precum had already formed at his tip.
a quiet whine leaves his mouth when he feels readerâs gentle lips on his shaft, carefully kissing up and down till she was ready to take him into her mouthâ and when she did, the filthiest moan heâd ever let out escaped his throat. by the way her mouth was taking him and how his thighs were already shaking, he knew he wouldnât last too long.Â
âreaderââ he whines as he reaches down to cup the back of her head, not pushing but guiding her movements.Â
she pushed him deeper into her throat, her tongue flat on the bottom side of his cock till she reached the top, where she swirled it around his tip, stimulating him further. she had missed being able to pleasure him like thisâ hearing all his little desperate noises while he held back the urge to finish within the first two seconds.Â
satoru whines as reader begins forcing him deeper into her throat, her cheeks hollowing as she suckles on his cock, swallowing the precum that is now flowing rapidly. her tongue traced every ridge and vein along his cock, gagging slightly when her nose brushes against the hair above his crotch.
reader leans back, gently taking his cock out of the wet heat of her mouth to replace it with her hand, giving his length slow pumps while looking up at him.
âare you feeling ok?â she questions as she places light kisses up and down his inner thigh, her expression gentle despite the lewd actions her hand is performing. âi donât want to overwhelm youâŚâ reader murmurs.Â
satoru quickly shakes his head, reaching out to cup the back of readerâs neck to encourage her to place him into her mouth again. he was growing desperate now. ân-no, itâs not overwhelminâ me..â he protests as he nudges her head toward his aching cock.
reader gives him a light huff before opening her mouth and taking his dripping cock back between her lips.
âr-readerâ fuck.. f-fuck.. pleaseâ iâm sorry..â he moaned quietly as he finished down her throat a few minutes later, his shaky hand reaching up to brush some hair out of her face.Â
he watched as she swallowed his load, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a quiet pop as he began to harden again. âcrap..â he reached down to wrap a hand around his length, giving it a few slow pumps.Â
he knew that with his stamina and the fact they hadnât screwed in ages that theyâd be at this for hoursâ not that he was complaining, just that he was still nervous about his appearance (even after readerâs reassurance).Â
in no time, they were on the couch, satoru lying on his back while reader straddled him, her hands cupping his jaw before leaning in to kiss him. he quietly moaned into her mouth as he reciprocated it, starting to feel sort of desperate now that he realized how much he missed touching her.
âare you- you gonnaââ he gives her a rough kiss, pulling back to begin tugging off her sweatpants, ââ gonna ride me?â he questions with a slightly pleading expression, his hands cupping her ass to give it a harsh squeeze.
âmmhm, âcourse i am, baby..â reader murmurs into his hair as she wraps her arms around his neck, her clothed heat beginning to rub up and down his slick length.
âthen donât tease me for so long.â satoru practically whines as he yanks off her panties as well, leaving her in just a t-shirt.Â
with a quiet (and slightly exasperated laugh, reader sinks onto satoruâs waiting cock with a satisfying squelch and a shaky groan from him. his hands move from her ass back to her hips, holding them firmly as he guides her movements.
up and down, up and down, up and downâ over and over again, starting to speed up after a few warm-up thrusts.Â
then every thrust is met with a quiet slap of the skin, though itâs barely heard through the mixture of noises that theyâre both letting out (mostly satoruâs noises). no one would assume, but even with his size and stamina, satoru was more vocal than reader. he moaned when he felt her heat gently squeeze him, and whimpered when her chest brushed against his. he even began whining when he was close, which was coming rather quickly right now since he hadnât been inside her for months.
âreader i-iâm sorry but- but i canât last long..â he whimpered into her neck as he sat up, burying his face into her shoulder, his arms now wrapping around her middle.Â
another thing that no one would assume is how desperate he got when he was close to finishingâ clinging to reader, whining into any part of her he could find (her neck in this case), and the stuttering of his usually strong movements.
âi-inâ inside.. please let me- let me finish inside?â he requests (or more like pleads) with a ragged sigh, his voice slightly muffled from her skin.
ây-yeahââ reader whimpers quietly, starting to become sensitive herself.
at her permission, he gives one last strong thrust, or at least tries to, before finishing deep inside her, his white release painting the inside of her soft walls while he lets out an embarrassingly loud moan.Â
reader lets out her own quiet moans afterward, her own orgasm following just a few seconds after him. it takes a while for both of them to come down from the high, panting into each other as they get over the exhaustion.Â
âyou ok, baby?â reader murmurs as she sits up, carefully sliding off his cock to sit on the couch beside him, sinful fluids still leaking out of her.Â
âmmhm..â he slumps against her, his face burying itself into her shoulder as his half-hard cock twitches against his warm thigh. even after finishing, he was still not completely softâ it seems like that one round didnât do it for him.
âyou were so good, sweetheart.â satoru begins kissing her shoulder, trailing his lips down to her chest as he gently yanks her shirt off, tossing it randomly to the side (most likely on the floor or the coffee table).Â
âso good for me..â he murmurs as he kisses his face down to her chest. one of his hands makes its way up her body to cup her breast, giving it a light squeeze while his mouth reaches the other one.
his lips clasp around her nipple, tenderly biting and sucking while one of his hands works on the other one, making sure neither mound is neglected. he switched a few seconds later, alternating like this till reader was whining and squirming, her arousal fully returned nowâ which is exactly what he wanted.
âmm, soaked again?â he questions as he slides a hand down between her legs, parting her folds to feel her wetness mixed with his spunk (which had been leaking out of her this entire time). âthere we are, good girl.â he praises lightly as he sinks one finger inside, carefully thrusting it in and out as if to mimic what his cock was doing just minutes prior
âare we- are we going to go again?â reader questions with a quiet whine as satoru inserts another finger.Â
though satoru doesnât answer for a few seconds, staring down at her plush hole as his two fingers move in and out. the expression he had on his face was as if he were staring at the most beautiful piece of art. then he leans in to press a fleeting kiss to readerâs desperate clit, earning yet another whine from them.Â
âno, i just want to thank you..â he murmurs as he slips his fingers out of her, moving his hands to cup the bottoms of her thighs as he moves closer, burying his face between her legs.
in an instant, his mouth was on her, his tongue licking slow & teasing strips from her asshole up to her clit before he pushes it inside her. he gently rubs his nose against her sensitive bud as his tongue pistons in & out repeatedly.
a series of quiet, needy moans & whimpers quickly leave readerâs lips as his tongue pushes deeper into her crevices. he briefly slips his tongue out to gently suck on her clit before diving back inside. quiet hums leave his lips & vibrating against her folds, only increasing the pleasure.
âi forgot how tasty you areââ satoru murmurs into her skin, his grip on her thighs tightening briefly.Â
ââm so sorry, my baby..â he murmurs between gentle sucks and licks, â... iâm sorry iâve been depriving you.â
ânoâ shit.. no- no need to apologize, toru.â reader whimpers as she tilts her head back, her fingers pushing into her hair to gently grip it.Â
âmmm, but i doââ satoru protests, burying his face even deeper between her legs, forcing his tongue even deeper than usual. a mixture of guilt and arousal fuels his actions, wanting to make up for the months he went without touching herâ without pleasuring his sweet angel.Â
âiâm so.. so sorry, my baby..â he apologizes again, continuing to eat her out with increased effort, wanting to make sure that she feels the maximum amount of pleasure she could.
he was starting to think of this more as some fight instead of eating out with his girlfriendâ strategizing different techniques & forms to make sure that she would finish the fastest he could make her.
he needed her to finish, on his tongue specifically.Â
âcome on, let it outâ let it out, sweet baby.â he encourages with a gentle suck of her clit, peering up at her from where his face remains slotted between her legs.
with the combination of his gentle encouragement & repeated movements, reader knew she wouldnât last long with her orgasm quickly approaching. her grip in his hair tightens as more desperate whines escape her lips, her thighs pressing firmly against the sides of his head.
âsatoru- satâ toruââ reader whimpers loudly as her orgasm comes crashing down on her, pleasure overwhelming her senses.
gojo grins against her folds, lapping up the fluids that came with her release like a starved man who hadnât had anything to eat or drink in decades. he lifts his head from between her legs, resting his chin on her abdomen with a victorious smileâ like he just won an award instead of making his girlfriend finish.
âah.. delicious.â he grins, planting an affectionate kiss on her stomach before crawling up to her face to pepper kisses all over her skin. âmy beautiful angelâ you were so good for me..â he praises between kisses as reader laughs in response.
âsatoruââ she giggles in protest as he wraps his arms around her middle, snuggling into her side.Â
âmmmm.. i love you, my sweet baby. youâre so perfect and sweet to me, i donât deserve you.â satoru praises as he tugs her closer to his chest, gently hugging her.
âi love you too, satoru.â reader kisses the side of his head, leaning into his affection as they begin cuddling.
it seems like all his insecurity had vanished now that theyâd both finished, which meant much more intimacy for the next few daysâ lucky reader.
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his heart
synopsis: denji hangs out at his apartment with his girlfriend.
pairing featured: denji hayakawa x reader
content: fem!reader, girlfriend!reader, high school!denji, fluff, mdi, no nsfw, gentle affection
word count: 800+Â
with everything that had happened, she was the lightâ the only thing that hadnât been taken from him, and wouldnât be, ever again.
 he wouldnât let someone he loves, and who loves him, be taken againâ not while he was still alive and kicking.
 âreader, come backâ i donât understand what this word means,â denji whines quietly when he notices reader start to get up.
 the two of them were back at his apartment, studying for an upcoming exam in his english class (his least favorite subject). he and reader hung out here most days after school, mostly doing assignments but also just relaxing with one anotherâ something denji rarely got to do with others before he met her.Â
 âiâm just getting an orange, do you want one?â reader questions with a quiet laugh as she walks a few steps to the kitchen, grabbing two oranges off the counter. she starts to peel them as she walks back to denji. he nods in agreement, eyeing the oranges.
 âwe need nutrients to continue studying,â she comments with a bright smile, handing denji one of the peeled fruits.Â
 denji stares at her for maybe two long seconds before he nods in understanding and takes the orange from reader, a light blush spreading over his cheeks as he looks away from her face. while they werenât doing anything worth blushing over, he couldnât help itâ reader was so sweet and gentle with him, like no one else had been. he just couldnât help but blush.
 denji pops the orange into his mouth and then crawls over to her, trampling the notes and textbooks they had laid out on the ground. âi donât want to study anymore,â he murmurs as he maneuvers his arms underneath hers, wrapping himself around her and burying his face into her shoulder.
 âbut, we have the test andââ reader starts to protest before denji interrupts her. âdonât care about that, just care about you,â he mutters into her shoulder, his voice slightly muffled by her shirt.
 âjust care about you,â he repeats as he tightens his grip on her, pulling her closer to his chest, his hands tightly clenching her shirt.
 reader's expression softens, and she lifts a hand to the top of his head, her fingers gently tangling into his hair.Â
 it wasnât uncommon for them to hold each other like this, both of them often needing the comfort that they offered to each other. it was mostly denji who initiated. it took him a while to get so comfortable with reader, but once he knew she wouldnât hurt him, he rarely let go of herâ always keeping some sort of contact, whether it be holding hands or hugging, or simply brushing fingers.Â
 he hated losing contact with her; it felt like losing her touch meant losing all of herâ and thatâs the one thing he didnât want to happen.Â
 in the evening, just a few hours later, they make dinner together (or more like reader makes dinner and denji helps by attempting to cut up vegetables). now they were lying together on the couch.
 the tv wasnât playing, the window was open just a smidge, and they werenât talking either, instead just basking in each otherâs presence. denji had his arms around her (like usual) while lying his entire body weight on her, his head on her chest. he was listening to her heartbeat. he loved listening to her heartbeat â how it sped up when he snuggled closer, and how it sounded so loving, despite being a simple rhythmic pattern.
 he might be crazy, but he didnât care.
 âmmphf..â denji murmurs as he moves even closer to reader, lifting his head slightly to look at her.
 âyouâre so pretty,â he comments in a low voice as he tilts his head down, gently knocking his head into hers and resting it there, their noses brushing against each otherâs. âi love you so much.âÂ
 denji was shy when he first confessed his feelings to her, but since they began dating, he had grown much more comfortable expressing his feelings to her, often complimenting her and letting her know how much he cared for her (which was a lot).Â
 âi love you, reader,â he repeats with a whine when reader doesnât answer him right away. reader just laughs quietly, her expression softening into something affectionate and tender.Â
 âi love you more, denji,â she responds in a quiet yet clearly affectionate tone, reaching up to brush some hair out of his face. then she leans in and kisses the side of his face, her lips lingering for just a few seconds before she lies back down.
 denjiâs smile widens, the blush on his cheeks deepening as he buries his face into readerâs chest and wraps his arms around her again. whenever she told him she loved him, or when she kissed him, or when he did really anything, he just felt so giddyâ he loved her so gosh darn much.Â
 he almost giggled when he felt her start to run her fingers through his hair.Â
 with her, he was able to be denjiâ just denjiâ not chainsaw man, not a devil hunter, just denji. he loved being able to just be himself with her. he loved being just denji with her.
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