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: katsuki bakugo x reader

synopsis: katsuki bakugo and his girlfriend, reader, are cuddling after an exhausting day of training

content: mdi — second year!katsuki, sweet!reader, gentle affection, after the war au, praising, light kissing

wc: 0.8k

— searching…

everything was quieter now. 

 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 student– 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 healing– 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. 

 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 room– 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 training– boyfriend like girlfriend, apparently. 

 “quit bein’ a jerk and scratch my head.. brat.” bakugo grumbles under his breath as he nudges his head into reader’s chin, his voice slightly muffled by her shirt. 

 “i was texting.” reader shot back, placing her phone down onto the floor beside the couch before reaching up and cupping the back of bakugo’s head. she pushes her fingers into his thick tufts of ash blonde hair and starts to gently massage and scratch with her nails. 

 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. 

 “ashido was jus’ asking me how you were doing.. they’re all still a bit worried bout you, if ‘m being honest.” reader murmurs in explanation, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. 

 “tch.. like i care what those extras worry about. ‘m fine.” katsuki grumbles as he snuggles deeper into her embrace, his muscles starting to relax with her touch. 

 “i know.. they jus’ care. don’t be too grouchy.” reader comments as her hand continues to move in his hair. 

 “.. ‘m not grouchy.” 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. 

 a comfortable silence soon falls over them, only the chatter on the tv and the sound of bakugo’s deep breathing is audible. reader continues to gently massage his scalp, occasionally pressing kisses to his head or rubbing circles on his back. 

 she strategically waits till he was half-asleep, knowing he would now be too exhausted to protest what would happen next– which was a long assault of praise and affection that katsuki usually rejected cause he was too prideful. 

 “mmm..” reader hums in contentment, planting a gentle kiss onto bakugo’s head. “my brave boy.. so tired after working so hard.” she praises quietly.

 katsuki, meanwhile, grunts in annoyance (though it seemed more like embarrassment than anything). “mmm.. so strong an’ hardworking.” reader repeats with a quiet laugh, her expression softening.

 “stop teasin’ me..” he grumbles, shaking his head and nuzzling deeper into her chest (when had he moved down there?). 

 “.. ‘m not teasing you, ya big baby– ‘m praising you.. cause i love you so much.” reader explains with another gentle kiss to his head. katsuki doesn’t say anything for a few seconds and then shakes his head, grumbling like a stubborn cat.

 “i love ya too.. stupid brat.” katsuki mutters after a few seconds of silence. 

 “ah, my good boy–”

 “oi! ‘m not yer damn dog!” his head snaps up, his eyes narrowing into a glare of pure flustered annoyance. 

 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 day– and used as blackmail later…

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: megumi fushiguro x reader

synopsis: megumi fushiguro is confused about is feelings for reader but decides to act anyways!

content: mdi — high-school!megumi, fem!reader, slow burn, modern age, no curses au, bratty!megumi, no smut, best friend!yuuji

wc: 1.1k

— searching…

“here.” fushiguro states bluntly as he shoves a manga– the manga that reader had mentioned the day prior– into her chest, gaze averted.

 “you can borrow it. i’ve already read it anyways, just return it when you’re done and..” he pauses as he adjusts the strap on his bookbag, still staring off to the side. “... and i’ll give you the next volume.” 

 reader takes the book into her hand, looking down at it for a few seconds before she looks up at him in disbelief. she didn’t 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.

 “thanks, i’ll be careful with it..” reader murmurs as she carefully stuffs the manga into her bag. 

 fushiguro doesn’t 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 wouldn’t or hasn’t already noticed the deep blush staining the tips of his ears and bottom of his neck. 

 he was never flustered easily, but something about the situation was just so embarrassing to him. he didn’t know what was going on… and he didn’t 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. she’s always extra careful with each book, making sure not to damage any of the pages or covers– 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. he’s feigns nonchalance through each exchange, holding back the urge to ask her how she’s 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 arrives– faster than either of them expected. the first semester of school moved faster than the second, that much was obvious. 

 on the last day of class before the break would be starting, reader approached fushiguro, holding volume 10 of the manga she’d been borrowing from him. 

 “i jus’ finished this one.. thank you, fushiguro.” 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.

 “ah, two this time?” she questions with a quiet laugh, holding the books close to her chest while turning her head to look up at him. “spoiling me..”

 that comment forces a deep flush to appear on fushiguro’s 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. 

 “..’m not spoiling you, moron. i just wanted you to have an extra volume for the break since you’ll probably finish the first one before the week is over.” he explains quietly, trying to neutralize his expression, though the blush persisted. 

 “mmmhm, understandable.” reader comments with a another quiet giggle, her expression softening at his bashful demeanor. “anyways, thanks. i hope you have a good break. i’ll return these afterwards.”

 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 didn’t say anything. he didn’t even understand why he wanted this– why he borderline craved her presence.. he’d 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. 

 “reader–” 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.

 “do you want to walk home together? since we’re neighbors.. and all.” he questions in a low voice, trying to find a logical reasoning for his desire. 

 reader smiles up at him, her expression softening all over again. “yeah! that sounds good.. wanted some company anyways.” she agrees with a quiet laugh.

 fushiguro lets out a subtle sigh of relief– somewhat glad that she hadn’t rejected his offer. that would’ve been embarrassing… 

 “mmhm.” he hums quietly as he quickly catches up to her, the both of them now starting to walk to their respective homes. 

 the walk itself mostly consisted of reader chattering on about whatever she wanted to chatter on about– the stressful classes, the clubs or sports she’s interested in joining, drama happening between some friends, etc. she filled the silence with gentle laughs and sweet words, as per usual. fushiguro didn’t mind. he preferred to listen rather than talk anyways– with yuuji, with her…

 they ended up on their street rather quickly, to fushiguro’s disappointment. they stop on the sidewalk in between their two buildings. 

 before megumi could say anything, reader speaks up first. 

 “hey, would you mind if i come over next week? incase i finish the volumes before the week finishes.” she questions as she reaches up to brush some hair out of her face. 

 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?

 he’d never had a girl over, or really anyone other than yuuji over– but the idea of her inside his space didn’t 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?

 “yeah, i don’t mind. shoot me a text and drop by whenever..” he mutters, feigning nonchalance (as per usual), even though he was pretty excited about the idea of her coming over. 

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note: I apologize for being absent for over a month! I've had finals and extracurriculars since the beginning of the semester and have been overwhelemed! I will start to post consistently again, 1-3 times a week here. "broken cameras" will continue to be released weekly & the new day is monday. thank you for all the supoort and for over 500 followers!

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!

it’s february 14th and satoru gojo is sulking– why you may ask?

 because reader didn’t give him any chocolates. 

 it’s customary that girls bring their crushes boxes of chocolates or other little treats to display their affections– yet it was the afternoon and satoru still hadn’t received anything from her! he knew that at this rate it wasn’t happening. 

 but he also wasn’t one to give up that easily!

 even though it wasn’t the standard for guys to give any gifts for another month (white day, march 14th), he didn’t care. he needed this day to be romantic and if reader wasn’t 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 money– 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 reader’s reaction to his romantic gesture, hoping she wouldn’t think he was doing too much. 

 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! 

 he bought white hydrangeas and light pink lilies as well as some stinky little white flowers to act as a filler (baby’s 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 reader’s ever seen. 

 with the flowers in one arm, satoru heads to his next location– a bakery, where he buys a dozen red velvet cupcakes with hearts on them (as well as some mochi for himself, he couldn’t resist). 

 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 other– though he still had some more stops.

 he was just hoping he wouldn’t drop anything.

 that would suck.

 his last two stops are to reader’s 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 it’d be a cute and practical gift– 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 anything– 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 it’s a neat little bow. 

 then he grabs this little wicker basket he’s 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 well– he had to make this as romantic as possible! 

 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 it– though it wasn’t suguru or shoko…

 it was reader.

 she was standing there holding a box of what appeared to be mochi as well as a card and two tickets somewhere– and she looked so cute. he noticed that quickly. she wasn’t 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.

 “reader?” he murmurs in confusion as he looks down at her, his hand planted gently on the doorframe. 

 “this is for you, happy valentine's day..” 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 reader’s handwriting. the tickets were two tickets to an aquarium that just opened in tokyo that he’d been thinking about visiting– but now it was a date, or at least he’s considering it a date, with reader.

 “i didn't think you were getting me anything..” satoru murmurs with a light pout as he looks off to the side, a subtle flush appearing on his face. 

 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 something– why was he so impatient? 

 “it just took me a while because i had to go buy the tickets at the actual aquarium since they were sold out online.” reader comments with a gentle laugh, neatly folding her hands in front of her.

 “oh.”

 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.

 “well i got ya some stuff too..” he admits with a sheepish chuckle as he steps back so she can enter his room and see all the gifts on his desk. 

 “woah.. what the hell?” reader comments with a giggle as she stops in front of his desk, looking at all the different items he bought her. she didn’t think he was insane and she didn’t think the gifts were too much– she just thought the gesture was sweet!

 “aw! satoru!” 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 gift– 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.

 “so yummy, then–” 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. 

 “yeah, yummy..” he murmurs against his lips, his eyes fluttering open to look down at her. “happy valentine's day..” he adds a second later. 

 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.

 “happy valentine’s day..” 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 enough– frosting and impatience.

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MINI FANFICTIONS

synopsis: choso's band, the löded curses, play at a frat party where he meets reader— 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

word count: 1.6k

the room is filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and weed– and sweat as apparently college students don’t understand how deodorant works. though it doesn’t affect choso as much as he isn’t in the crowed, rather up on some crappy makeshift stage. 

he’s 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. 

 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 band– löded curses– 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 was– brought in the crowds. their two other members, ryomen sukuna and shoko ieriri were lead guitarist and main vocalist. they’ve been making music and playing for parties for a while now and have grown decently popular on campus. 

 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. 

 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 wasn’t over, they needed a break, so they’d wander around the party for a bit before getting back on stage to finish the night. 

 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. 

 it’s not that he couldn’t be alone– he just didn’t 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 didn’t flock to him. maybe cause he was in the back, or maybe cause he looked a bit more intimidating– 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 didn’t talk to–

 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 packed…

 “shit, sorry.” choso quickly apologies as he looks down at the girl he’d bumped into, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to steady the both of them. 

 “swear i didn’t mean to, some jackass bumped into–” he begins to explain before his words falter and he pauses. the girl he bumped into had turned around and holy shit she was stunning– somehow his exact type. choso quickly jerks his hand back, not wanting to accidentally creep her out by touching her for so long.

 “no, it’s ok. you don’t need to apologize, the place is packed..” the girl comments with a quiet laugh. 

 choso swallows roughly while nodding in understanding, still staring down at her like she’d hung the moon and the stars, or like she was some kind of goddes– which, to him, that’s what she looks like.

 before she could walk away and their interaction could be over, he quickly steps forward and blurts out: “i’m choso.” 

 “i’m in the band that as just playing, i don’t know if ya saw me, i’m the drummer so i’m kind of in the back..” he murmurs, trying to give her more of a reason to stay and talk with him.

 “oh.” the girls turns back around to him, looking toward the stage before her eyes find his again. “you guys are really good– i’ve never listened to music like this but it’s enjoyable..” she compliments with a gentle smile.

 “yeah, i’m reader.” the girl introduces herself, extending her hand for him to shake. 

 “reader..” choso mutters as he reaches out to shake her hand, hoping his palms weren’t as sweaty as the rest of him was. “you’re fuckin’ stunning, ya know that?” 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, stunning– he couldn’t have just said cute or pretty like a normal person? she’s going to think he’s a complete creep. crap.

 though, the girl, reader, doesn’t seem to react negatively, instead giving choso a quiet laugh, her cheeks dusting with a light blush. 

 “ah, you think so?” she questions with a giggle and a slight tilt of her head. “thanks, you’re pretty stunning yourself.” she compliments him with another giggle leaving her lips, clearly more amused than creeped out– to choso’s relief.

 “my bad..” he murmurs with his own quiet laugh, his shoulders easing with relief. “i didn’t mean to say that out loud but i guess my mouth moved faster than my brain could.” he explains.

 “no worries, i don’t really mind compliments from cute guys in bands..” reader mentions, leaning a bit closer to him.

 “mmmhm? you have cute guys from bands makin’ moves on you often?” 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 wasn’t sure how he’d gotten from a nervous wreck to confident in just mere seconds but it was happening, and he was actively flirting with reader now. 

 “maybe– but you’re definitely the cutest, if that makes ya feel better.” reader clarified with another amused laugh. 

 “cute enough to let me get ya a drink?”

 “mmhm.. but not beer, please. can’t stand it.” 

 “you got it, gorgeous..” 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. 

 “here ya go– don’t worry, i watched them make it so everythin’ is safe..” he reassures her as she takes a deep sip of the drink, the red plastic against her lips.

 “mm, what a gentlemen..” reader giggles between sips, looking up at him with wide and somewhat affectionate eyes– at least that’s what choso thinks he sees. 

 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. “quit makin’ out and come back on stage, needa finish up the setlist.” he pointed out as he removes his hand from choso’s 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.

 “come up front and watch me, i’ll sing somethin’ for ya, beautiful..” choso murmurs before rushing back on stage to request geto and shoko to play a specific song– and give him a mic to let him sing too. 

 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 he’d play for her– 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 they’d written just months prior and a much slower song than what they usually played– and this time choso was secondary vocals instead of geto, his rougher voice mixing perfectly with shoko’s 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 play– he’d 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 it’s like their own little world– everyone and everything else blocked out.

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note: this is based on rodrick heffley from the diary of the wimpy kid. should I do a part 2 with smut?

synopsis: fushiguro gets reader's number but ends up chickening out & not texting her— 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

“she’s gonna think i hate her…” fushiguro murmurs, staring up at the ceiling while his phone lay open on his and reader’s messages– 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 hasn’t texted her.

 it’s not that he didn’t want to, quite the opposite actually, he really did want to text her. he just didn’t know what to say and mess things up before things even start! he doesn’t want to be too generic and be another face in the crowd but on the other hand he didn’t want to be too bold and scare her off either. 

 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. “so stupid…” 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 say– ending up just not texting her the entire weekend. he had completely chickened out. 

 as a result of his chickening out– the next day at school was somewhat awkward for him, well, at least first period was. 

 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 jerk– practically ghosting her the entire weekend and then preceding to ignore her during their one class together. 

 this awkwardness (mostly all from fushiguro) ends up continuing for the next week– though reader doesn’t exactly notice that he’s 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 normal– whatever normal is– though fushiguro still hasn’t texted her, even if it’s been on his mind. 

 now, it’s wednesday morning– 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. 

 while they’re 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. “hmm?” he hums in confusion, waiting for her to speak.

 “you read manga?” 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. 

 “yeah..” he murmurs as he reaches down and pulls out the manga, showing her the cover and the back. “this one is really good, it’s a slice of life, or romance, i guess.” he explains in a quiet voice. though he was slightly embarrassed to admitting that he willingly read romance books. 

 however, reader didn’t 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. 

 “i’ve been wanting to read another manga from this author– i’ve heard his stuff is pretty good..” reader murmurs as she traces her finger over the author’s name on the cover as fushiguro watched her.

 “which one? i might’ve read it.” he comments as he takes the manga back from her, carefully stuffing the book back into his bag.

 “i don’t remember the exact title, it’s about a gardening club or somethin’ though..” reader murmurs in though as she taps her index finger on her chin, looking off to the side. 

 “i think it’s called gardening club–” fushiguro laughs quietly while leaning back into his seat. “i have it, it was really sweet. it’s kind of on the longer side, like 15 or 16 volumes..” he explains. 

 “whaaattt?” reader exclaims as she leans forward, her hands braced on the wooden seat of the chair, “15 volumes? that is on the longer side..” she murmurs as she tilts her head slightly to the side.

 “yeah..” 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, megumi’s mind strays to reader’s comment about wanting to read this manga, which he happens to have– he knew that couldn’t 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 couldn’t just be some coincidence, right? 

 what’re the chances they're into the same genre of manga– well, it isn’t that strange that a girl would like a more feminine type of genre, so, whatever– but what’re the chances she’s been wanting to read a manga that he has the entirety of? now that’s no coincidence– that has to be fate!

 he didn’t 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. 

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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

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 he’s also involved in that stupid frat that gojo dragged him into– having him attend events & parties where the only goal is to get drunk. not to mention he’s 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, he’s 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. 

 he couldn’t handle dotting on some girl and taking her out for dates while also juggling a sport, a social life, a job, and his grades. he’d lose his mind. 

 though it seems like fate– and his heart– had other plans. (bars).

 —

 it was nine in the morning and ryomen had just left his lecture hall after his eight am class. why’d he decide to take an eight am class was something he didn’t 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 chest– forcing him to pause his steps while the person who bumped into him stumbled back a few steps. 

 “tch..” 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 person– or girl, as he now registered.

 “watch where you’re goin’.” 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. 

 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. 

 “the fuck?” 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 sort– maybe? ryomen couldn’t tell.

 “uh, ‘s fine..” 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. 

 “the hell was that..” 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. 

 it hits him when he reaches the library– the girl that bumped into him most likely had some sort of disability and she was signing to him, like sign language. jeez, he’s 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). 

 he never really concerned himself with interacting with strangers but he also tried not to be an ass to strangers– especially not cute girls who were just trying to apologize.

 because that girl was cute. 

 he couldn’t 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. 

 like he was doing something he shouldn’t be. he didn’t need to learn sign language anyways– not that he’d want to, even if he did have the time, which he doesn’t. 

 though the sign, and the girl, lingers in his mind for the next few days.

 he ends up running into the stranger– the sign-language girl, as he’s been calling her in his head– at a school fundraising event. it was some big ass farmers market like-thing with multiple clubs, organizations, sororities & frats. he didn’t 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.

 “you..” 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 her– 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.

 “fuck.” ryomen curses as he watches her hands move at a pace so rapid he wouldn’t be able to understand even if he did know sign language– which he didn’t, outside of how to say he was sorry.

 “no- no, i don’t know uh, fuck–” he murmurs in panic as she continues to sign at him. though she soon pauses as she realizes that he didn’t understand her. her face falls slightly and she drops her hands, staring up at him blankly. 

 “no, i don’t actually know sign language. my bad..” 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.

 : i’m sorry, i thought because you signed that you could understand everything. you only know i’m 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 moron– 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, it’s my fault for assuming. 

 she shows him her phone & gives him an awkward yet apologetic smile. 

 ryomen looks down at her phone and then at her face, his expression softening slightly– 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. 

 : you deaf?

 well, he could've been nicer but he just wanted to ask, he’s been pretty curious about it anyways. though she didn’t seem too offended. she turns her phone back toward her, nodding up at him to answer his question. 

 “what's yer name?” he asks out loud, assuming she most likely could read lips as she’d been responding to his comments. their communication tactic wasn’t 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. what’s 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 number– 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 he’d ever been when giving a girl his contact info.

 this girl was deaf and he didn’t know a lick of sign-language other than how to apologize. he didn’t 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 head– as per usual.

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synopsis: after defeating the king of curses, satoru is left with new scars & new insecurities— 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. 

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. 

it had been close to four months since sukuna had been defeated– gojo winning the battle in shinjuku. though he had won the battle, it wasn’t an easy feat by any means, leaving him with dozens of scars, too many to count, really. they covered him, head to toe– 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. 

he rarely wore short-sleeved shirts or shorts anymore, even if his physique was more than impressive. he didn’t even like undressing with his girlfriend– reader– 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 wasn’t used to feeling so uncomfortable with himself– he didn’t know how to handle it, or feel better. 

though he’s broken out of his thoughts when reader entered the room, looking as adorable as usual, even though she hadn’t 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. 

“good mornin’, angel, how’d ya sleep?” 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. “yeah, this new bed is comfortable– and not being near so much traffic has been nice too.”

after the fight with sukuna, with tokyo being mostly destroyed, and due to the extent of satoru’s injuries, the two of them bought a quaint little house in the japanese countryside and have been living there. it’s safe to say that they both enjoy it quite a bit. 

“mmhm..” 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 didn’t want her lifting his shirt, or even feeling his abdomen, afraid of what she’d think of the scarred skin. 

so even though they’ve had nothing but peace for the last four months, satoru and reader hadn’t been able to have any sort of intimacy as satoru just wouldn’t let her touch him– not even a quick bicep squeeze or anything. he ran a strict program.

“reader–” 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. “satoru, i understand if you’re not in the mood or anythin’ like that, but i know you are. we haven’t.. fucked for months– months, satoru..” she explains with a light frown.

“i know there’s somethin’ wrong. you won’t even shower with me anymore!” she exclaims, throwing her hands into the air.

satoru’s 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 long– he knew she’d figure it out eventually. he was honestly just embarrassed. he’d never been so insecure before and wasn’t 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.

“i just- i–” he sighs deeply, “i don’t want you to see me..” he murmurs awkwardly. “i’m not as attractive as i used to be, which i know, hard to believe– but sukuna really messed me up, and i just don’t look the same.”

he lets out a deep sigh of relief after the explanation is out, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders now that he’s confessed his insecurities to her.

reader stares at him for a few seconds, seemingly processing what he just said. then she sighs deeply.

“is this about your scars, satoru?” she questions as she steps closer to him, reaching out to gently uncross his arms. she didn’t want him blocking himself off from her– not physically and not emotionally either.

“they don’t change anythin’ you know. i mean, i find them sexy, and i mean that. i haven’t lost any attraction toward you..” reader explains as she holds his hand, her fingers interlacing with his.

“your appearance isn't a turn off, i mean like– far from it..” she murmurs. 

“you’re such a liar.” he grumbles, though a light flush appears on his cheeks, her words starting to get to him. 

“i’m not lying, and- and i can prove to you that i’m not.” reader protests, letting go of his hand to take a small step back. 

“and how are you going to do that?” satoru questions with a chuckle, placing his hands on his hips in amusement. 

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 he’d never seen before. what was she planning? and where did she look just now?

“take off your pants, and i’ll show you.” she requests (or more like commands), with a mischievous grin. 

“take– what?!” satoru exclaims as he takes a small step back, his ass hitting the edge of the counter.

“pants off.” 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 satoru’s pants off him, his cock springing to life now that it wasn’t 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 reader’s gentle lips on his shaft, carefully kissing up and down till she was ready to take him into her mouth– and when she did, the filthiest moan he’d ever let out escaped his throat. by the way her mouth was taking him and how his thighs were already shaking, he knew he wouldn’t last too long. 

“reader–” he whines as he reaches down to cup the back of her head, not pushing but guiding her movements. 

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 this– hearing all his little desperate noises while he held back the urge to finish within the first two seconds. 

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.

“are you feeling ok?” she questions as she places light kisses up and down his inner thigh, her expression gentle despite the lewd actions her hand is performing. “i don’t want to overwhelm you…” reader murmurs. 

satoru quickly shakes his head, reaching out to cup the back of reader’s neck to encourage her to place him into her mouth again. he was growing desperate now. “n-no, it’s not overwhelmin’ me..” 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.

“r-reader– fuck.. f-fuck.. please– i’m sorry..” 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. 

he watched as she swallowed his load, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a quiet pop as he began to harden again. “crap..” he reached down to wrap a hand around his length, giving it a few slow pumps. 

he knew that with his stamina and the fact they hadn’t screwed in ages that they’d be at this for hours– not that he was complaining, just that he was still nervous about his appearance (even after reader’s reassurance). 

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.

“are you- you gonna–” he gives her a rough kiss, pulling back to begin tugging off her sweatpants, “– gonna ride me?” he questions with a slightly pleading expression, his hands cupping her ass to give it a harsh squeeze.

“mmhm, ‘course i am, baby..” 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.

“then don’t tease me for so long.” satoru practically whines as he yanks off her panties as well, leaving her in just a t-shirt. 

with a quiet (and slightly exasperated laugh, reader sinks onto satoru’s 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 down– over and over again, starting to speed up after a few warm-up thrusts. 

then every thrust is met with a quiet slap of the skin, though it’s barely heard through the mixture of noises that they’re both letting out (mostly satoru’s 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 hadn’t been inside her for months.

“reader i-i’m sorry but- but i can’t last long..” he whimpered into her neck as he sat up, burying his face into her shoulder, his arms now wrapping around her middle. 

another thing that no one would assume is how desperate he got when he was close to finishing– 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.

“i-in– inside.. please let me- let me finish inside?” he requests (or more like pleads) with a ragged sigh, his voice slightly muffled from her skin.

“y-yeah–” 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. 

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. 

“you ok, baby?” 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. 

“mmhm..” 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 soft– it seems like that one round didn’t do it for him.

“you were so good, sweetheart.” 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). 

“so good for me..” 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 now– which is exactly what he wanted.

“mm, soaked again?” 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). “there we are, good girl.” 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

“are we- are we going to go again?” reader questions with a quiet whine as satoru inserts another finger. 

though satoru doesn’t 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 reader’s desperate clit, earning yet another whine from them. 

“no, i just want to thank you..” 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 reader’s 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.

“i forgot how tasty you are–” satoru murmurs into her skin, his grip on her thighs tightening briefly. 

“‘m so sorry, my baby..” he murmurs between gentle sucks and licks, “... i’m sorry i’ve been depriving you.”

“no– shit.. no- no need to apologize, toru.” reader whimpers as she tilts her head back, her fingers pushing into her hair to gently grip it. 

“mmm, but i do–” 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 her– without pleasuring his sweet angel. 

“i’m so.. so sorry, my baby..” 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 girlfriend– 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. 

“come on, let it out– let it out, sweet baby.” 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 wouldn’t 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.

“satoru- sat– toru–” 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 hadn’t 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 smile– like he just won an award instead of making his girlfriend finish.

“ah.. delicious.” he grins, planting an affectionate kiss on her stomach before crawling up to her face to pepper kisses all over her skin. “my beautiful angel– you were so good for me..” he praises between kisses as reader laughs in response.

“satoru–” she giggles in protest as he wraps his arms around her middle, snuggling into her side. 

“mmmm.. i love you, my sweet baby. you’re so perfect and sweet to me, i don’t deserve you.” satoru praises as he tugs her closer to his chest, gently hugging her.

“i love you too, satoru.” 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 they’d both finished, which meant much more intimacy for the next few days– lucky reader.

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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+ 

with everything that had happened, she was the light– the only thing that hadn’t been taken from him, and wouldn’t be, ever again.

 he wouldn’t let someone he loves, and who loves him, be taken again– not while he was still alive and kicking.

 “reader, come back– i don’t understand what this word means,” 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 another– something denji rarely got to do with others before he met her. 

 “i’m just getting an orange, do you want one?” 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.

 “we need nutrients to continue studying,” she comments with a bright smile, handing denji one of the peeled fruits. 

 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 weren’t doing anything worth blushing over, he couldn’t help it– reader was so sweet and gentle with him, like no one else had been. he just couldn’t 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. “i don’t want to study anymore,” he murmurs as he maneuvers his arms underneath hers, wrapping himself around her and burying his face into her shoulder.

 “but, we have the test and–” reader starts to protest before denji interrupts her. “don’t care about that, just care about you,” he mutters into her shoulder, his voice slightly muffled by her shirt.

 “just care about you,” 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. 

 it wasn’t 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 wouldn’t hurt him, he rarely let go of her– always keeping some sort of contact, whether it be holding hands or hugging, or simply brushing fingers. 

 he hated losing contact with her; it felt like losing her touch meant losing all of her– and that’s the one thing he didn’t want to happen. 

 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 wasn’t playing, the window was open just a smidge, and they weren’t talking either, instead just basking in each other’s 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 – 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 didn’t care.

 “mmphf..” denji murmurs as he moves even closer to reader, lifting his head slightly to look at her.

 “you’re so pretty,” 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 other’s. “i love you so much.” 

 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). 

 “i love you, reader,” he repeats with a whine when reader doesn’t answer him right away. reader just laughs quietly, her expression softening into something affectionate and tender. 

 “i love you more, denji,” 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.

 denji’s smile widens, the blush on his cheeks deepening as he buries his face into reader’s 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 giddy– he loved her so gosh darn much. 

 he almost giggled when he felt her start to run her fingers through his hair. 

 with her, he was able to be denji– just denji– 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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