#second post

sunshine!fem reader + grump!megumi fushiguro

| MAJORR fluff 🥹🥹 (might be ooc 🥹)

megumi was a very cold person.

his posture was always upright, shoulders bunched into a wall of steel. his brows always furrowed into an unmoving expression that even the most perceptive of sorcerers couldn’t read.

so, when megumi was caught trailing behind you, heavy bags bunched between his fingers, with such a soft, puppy-like gaze, it’s no surprise that everyone had suddenly piqued interest on why he was suddenly his guard was lowered around you.

“FUSHIGUROOOOOO!” the screech of yujis voice bellowed into megumis dormitory, gojo and nobara trailing behind the jumping boy. a startled megumi flinches, involuntarily lifting his gaze to eye the pink haired menace.

“Whatever you’re going to ask, no.” he outright sneers, the book between his knuckles suddenly crumpled at the edges.

yuji, nobara, and gojo alike all symbolize their disapproval through frustrated glares and a choir of angry strings, as an unfazed megumi doesn’t even flinch.

LATER THAT DAY

your giggles echo through the pink sky of the sunset, hair flowing in the wind as if it were impersonating an ethereal bush of cherry blossoms, your grin widening as megumis two wolf shikigamis lay in between your lap. their happy, howling vows and cuddling into your abdomen shadow their clear approval of the soft pets in between their ears.

megumi doesn’t care to admit it, but under his breath and hiding from the gaze of your soft eyes, he enjoys watching you with his shikigami. your gentle aura makes his heart race, makes the blood flow into his cheeks, just slightly.

when you look up into megumis eyes, your gazes locking into a gentle embrace of love and air alike, he lets an unguarded, soft smile carve its way into his jaw.

he doesn’t often say it, but these gentle moments with you stop time.

he’s just adoring you.

if you’ve gotten this far, thank you for reading!! this is my second post on this account, and i’m not very good at posting schedules so if you’ve seen my previous work (about sukuna) thank you so much!! you don’t have to, but if you’re interested in my works, please answer this poll below 🥹🥹❤️❤️

Drawing based on Easterman's journal entry "Not Unpleasant"

Had to censor Lupara 💔 Most sites are strict about gun stuff, especially since this might look like something else. I swear Easterman is just being a little freak in this!!

it started off innocent— your boyfriend sweetly handfeeding you while yours were busy digging in your purse. sae was never the type for theatrics, but he wasn't cruel enough to deny you the food you were so excited to try. however, the moment your lips brushed against his fingers, something new ignited within him. a crackling fire in the depths of his protected heart.

so when his legs were spread, leaning back against the soft, rich cushioning of his couch, you were straddling his clothed thigh — completely bare waist under.

the best part? he was on a phone call. an important one at that. even so, he made no effort to stop you, his lithe fingers softly rubbing your waist. "you just love to bother me, huh?" sae scoffs at the phone, before deadpanning. "i already told you it's a shit project."

his harsh words blend in with your soft panting, making your mind fuzzy. this is common. you tell yourself, hands steadied at his broad shoulders as you rub your clit over his thigh once more. messing his slacks with your wet slick. he's barely in the mood for anything else.

your lost thoughts hang around as you grind on him, mindlessly trying to get off before you hear the tantalizing click of sae's tongue. "sae, ah—" you pant into his free ear. his brows furrow before his fingers dig into the plush of your ass, "shh, i'm on the phone, love." he whispers against your temple.

but you don't let up. holding him close, grinding faster, and whining louder. "fuck—" you mewl, hips rolling at a desperate pace, his toned thighs sculpting the perfect spot to rub on. "right there!—"

his fingers slip into your mouth, your lips brushing against his knuckles.

"right there?" he hums, his occupied hand moving to slot his phone between his ear and shoulder, coming over to draw precise circles over your throbbing clit. the sensation entices a gasp around his digits before he rubs at the back of your tongue. "told you to be quiet." sae murmurs softly, ignoring your soft gagging. "i-i can't." you whine, muffled by his digits, feeling your core tighten with searing heat.

sae only scoffs, before slipping two long fingers into your aching hole. "you can." he mockingly encourages, his thumb coming over to rub over your clit. "now, where was i?" he absentmindedly mutters into the phone, ignoring the drool pooling at his knuckles. his fingers ramming in and out of you at a brutal pace. obscene squelching fill the room. "the project's shit, your pestering is seriously something, and—"

his fingers curl into a gummy, wet spot, enticing muffled sobs. sae pauses — only momentarily, before a faint smile graces his lips, curling and rubbing up into the same spot. over and over.

your hips jerk, brain too mushy to even right now, and his hand covered in drool. the pooling heat in your tummy snaps, gushing all over his fingers.

you need air. need to breathe, need to kiss him—

until sae's digits pull out of your hole, the emptiness foreign and empty. he quickly uses the pads of his fingers to rub filthily at your clit. it felt completely numbing, yet at the same time — like everything all at once.

you squeal into his shoulder, mouth still occupied as obscene noises permeate the living room. your thoughts are barely coherent, you can process only these words:

"—i'm not joining, so don't call me again."

he pulls out the fingers from your mouth to hang up, brows furrowing at your saliva on his screen.

"hm."

personal nurse

ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ SYNOPSIS :: cleaning up katsuki after fighting a villain

ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ TAGS :: (injuried prohero husband!)katsuki x f!reader ᯓ fluff ᯓ kinda whump ᯓ minor injuries ᯓ cuts ᯓ wc: 600 ᯓ proofread! ᯓ oneshot ᯓ

you were half asleep on the couch in you and katsuki’s shared apartment waiting for him to get home. he usually gets off around 11pm, but tonight he was a little late to come home. you didn't realize what time it was until you check your phone and noticed the time; 11:45pm. for some reason, that woke you up out of your groggy state, a knotty feeling in your stomach began to arouse as you sat up on the couch and called katsuki. you heard the ringtone of your lover’s phone from outside the door and dashed towards it, unlocking and opening the door to see him leaning his arm against the door frame above his head. your eyes widen at the sight of him. his usual spiky hair was curled and droopy at the top, and there were multiple cuts through his black long sleeve compression shirt.

“katsuki what happened!?” you squeal, yanking his hand and leading him towards the bathroom.

“what does it look like?” he scoffs as you sit him down on the counter with his head against the mirror. you grab the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet and open it right next to him.

Maybe I'll make a sketch of them making up... Maybe. This is so funny to me. They defo ragebait each other ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹