Satoru Has Never Gotten Into Your Bed Gently; Has Never Sunk Into The Mattress Without A Bounce, Without

Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage

Writing challenge: Describe everything with only the most random fucking details.

"Gregory had ten unclipped fingernails and nine unclipped toenails, as a 14-year-old he had had the greatest lung capacity in his entire biology glass, and his eyes were the colour of moon dust."

"They entered a building that had been constructed from 12,9050 calcium-silicate bricks."

"Emma's dog barked at 92 decibels. He had four strong legs and no knowledge that he had an ancestor who once mauled a man to death for trying to steal a cappage."

the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu

A/N: HI! I rewrote these, because I hated them. Now you can expect a part two lol.

Synopsis: These are separate drabbles of Megumi x reader encounters where his dogs come and visit you when he’s getting it on. These are just progression encounters in an strangers to lovers timeline. I intend a part two, but here are the first five in the series.

All of the characters in this are aged up, despite still living on the campus of Jujitsu Tech. (They live in the teachers yard) I never really specify, but the readers job is to research the places sorcerers are to vacate curses from. They then hand the info over to ijich. They are called the Jujutsu Librarians.

One

Your cheeks coat in cold moist streaks. Your half asleep state chalks it up to a window left open, likely a November chill nipping your skin, but then its warm, then cold and wet. Licking.

You snake your hands around your attackers neck, pulling them into a snuggle, soft fur puffing between your fingers. You beg for five more minutes with a promise to give them all your attention at a waking hour, but as your mind begins to slip back into a blissful rest you are presented with two absolutes.

You are not home, and this is not your dog.

With a grog you have to fling yourself from a black dog leans on your side while another white on peaks at you from the foot of your bed frame. You’d ask who they belong to, but the red symbols on their foreheads tag them as Megumi’s.

The black dog weaves through your still packed suitcases hopping to your unoccupied side. You look around wondering why they could be here.

The only times you’d seen the pups was when they were hunting curses and from the look and feel of your surroundings their was none.

White dog pants onto your nose, slathering you in a slobber gooped kiss.

“oof,” you say, rubbing your nose, you voice caught between normal and sandpaper. “thanks for that, um-” you look around the shut window and door. “how did you?”

Behind your studio apartments door three knocks echo through the room pulling your and the dogs attention.

“Come in-”

Megumi peaks over the lip of the door, freshly showered hair dripping onto the rug. “hey,” His eyes find both butts of his dogs wagging at him as he steps inside. “I’m sorry about them. They uh- Tend to wander when not working.”

“it’s fine. I don’t mind the company,” you say, thinking about the millisecond of peace you felt in the animals familiarity. “My dog hasn’t yet arrived from my home country, so they’re being very comforting.”

“right um-” he holds out his hands, the dogs dissipating from reality. He goes to turn before pausing in the doorway. “you’re the new librarian, right?”

You pull your pajama shirt straight wishing this wasn’t your first official meeting of the sorcerer. “At standing yes.”

He nods. “what is your name?”

“L/N.”

“Hm,” he says, “nice to meet you L/N, sorry again about the dogs.”

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BAM: Empty Beds

in which king gojo satoru returns from a diplomatic mission to find his bed empty, and has qualms with it

gojo satoru x fem!reader

word count: 3k genre: kinda hurt/comfort but mostly fluff, royal au, childhood friends to lovers type: one-shot reader: fem (she/her pronouns, fem terms, fem clothing including dresses) warnings: gojo picks up the reader, the end is a little bit intense emotionally but not super bad the reader just has intimacy issues and gojo confronts her abt it

usurper!gojo tag || masterlist

“embrace me,” he orders, muffled against your throat. it’s sullen, demanding, and you make no move to comply.

your husband whines wordlessly at you—it’s that noise which calms the tumultuous unease within you, an assurance that whatever mood he’d been in is quickly passing (or that your touch is so important he’ll cast aside any other thoughts in favor of pleading with you). he kisses up your throat, along your jaw, only to nose against your cheek like some affectionate cat. when he speaks it’s a beg; beseeching. “embrace me, wife.”

“talk to me, husband,” you retort. “your sulking is bad for my health. i was terrified.”

against your skin, his lips quirk into a teasing smile. “you’re adorable when you’re terrified.”

Someone has slipped into your room.

You’re asleep. You have been for hours, yet Satoru’s borderline paranoid insistence on you learning to defend yourself even while resting have led to a far less deep manner of slumber, and so you’re roused by the simple sound of the door opening and are made aware of this unwelcome visitor the moment they enter.

It’s all you can do to keep still, even out your breath. Your mind conjures thoughts of your guards slaughtered just beyond your door, your maids and your ladies-in-waiting massacred in your vast array of rooms meant to be a sanctuary, your king returning home from his diplomatic trip east to find your own body not even in your shared bed but in the lonely one occupying the queen’s bedchamber, yours in name but so rarely used.

You hear the figure’s footsteps approach you; they sound large, imposing, though you dare not open your eyes until the ornate dagger beneath your pillow is in hand and the possible assassin close enough that it can do you any good.

Your fingers find the heavy hilt, wrap around it securely just as the mattress beneath you dips with the weight of the trespasser. The motions are ingrained in your body from weeks of practice with your husband; you lash out, knife against the intruder’s throat before they can realize you’re not asleep, aiming to slash at the throat—but then you pause, thankful that you’d opened your eyes to see the face of your attacker before you spilled their blood.

“Satoru?”

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WHO LOVES WHO ??? (1.5k)

— fushiguro megumi x reader

synopsis: don’t trust your thoughts after 10pm because now you’re convinced he doesn’t love you back

warnings: super fluffy, aged up, mentions of sex, megumi wees (in a toilet not sexually chill LOL), erm self insert… maybe ?

a/n: my first time writing megumi and if it’s ooc i don’t care lol i love the guy. inspired off that one girlfriends scene with joan n her boyf i’ve been watching a lot of girlfriends :)

fushiguro megumi doesn’t love you.

this is the conclusion you have come to, sitting fully clothed on the edge of your bath with your head in your hands.

after being together for three months, the words have yet to be uttered past his lips. aside from all the… more than friendly activities you’ve been doing; the sweet sex where he stuffs his head into your neck to hide his pitiful groans, how he softly kisses your ankle whilst gazing down into your eyes before he starts between your legs and the way he always crawls into your chest after he cleans you up… you’re not sure there’s been anything else to show he loves you back.

yes, you are in love with fushiguro megumi.

rubbing your fists against your tired eyes, you honestly found it hard to think of all the reasons why you didn’t love the man. the way with one scan over your body, he knows what you’re thinking or what you want. often disappearing in a room full of people to appear by your side to hand you a drink or sliding into a seat beside you to patiently help you with your assignments. his calculating intelligence, how he seemed to know everything or if he didn’t, after a minute he’d have worked it all out. able to explain something to you easily and only you… often ignoring if anybody else wanted help because he always had a second sense to if someone had bad intentions.

you love fushiguro megumi because he makes you feel like a good person. which you guess is an odd thing to say, but it’s true. you’ve often thought you weren’t always the nicest, occasionally impatient, sometimes stubborn. and although those traits are still in you, megumi makes you accept yourself. you know it’s due to the fact he’s seen the worst in people, met others that murder and lie to get what they want so relative to him you’re close to a goddess. the way he listens when you ramble about something petty, rant about somebody that’s been pissing you off, through your most annoying moments, megumi makes you feel loveable.

your thoughts slam to a halt as the man himself strolls into your bathroom. scratching at his dark locks and opening his mouth in a massive yawn. his top half is bare, a few scars from his work as a sorcerer littered about whilst his other half is in a pair of plaid navy pyjama bottoms. he eyes you, still fully clothed on the edge of the bath, for about three seconds. pretty thick eyelashes batting against his cheeks as he ponders over the reasons you’re sitting there. but it’s also four am and he doesn’t work well this early.

you try to give him a tiny smile, to not look as suspicious as you feel when he asks, “why’re you sitting there?”

coated in sleep and a little grunt, he then pads over to the toilet and pulls down his pyjama bottoms far enough to take his dick out. you don’t have time to admire his cute pale ass because fushiguro megumi is acting so very out of character.

“‘gumi!” you cover your eyes and face away from him, the tinkle against the porcelain sounding in the room. “don’t piss in-front of me!”

you try to rationalise it’s probably because he’s half asleep right now and honestly, it’s nothing you’ve never seen before. but since when have you both got to the point of being so bare with each other?

“hmm?” he mumbles, feeling his body lighten at the action. why are you so loud at four in the morning? “babe, when two people are in love, this isn’t a big deal.”

babe. two people. wait… love?

the strangest most strangled sound leaves your throat, as you whip your head to the back of the man you loved.

“megumi, what? who loves who?”

you just needed to be sure. he could be sleepwalking right now for all you know.

but he also definitely wasn’t with how he turned his head to stare you down like you just offended him. “i love you and you love me? why are you looking like that?”

then he turns back around to finish his business, about to do the classic shake before you ram yourself into his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tightly. he places a hand flat on the wall before him to steady both of your bodies so he doesn’t go falling into the toilet.

“wait, let me clean up. we can cuddle in bed.”

but he’s not saying anything you care about, “‘gumi, you love me? since when?!” you squeal.

he scoffs, sleepy half-lidded eyes as he shakes and tucks himself back into his bottoms. “erm… since i met you? the first time we kissed? forever? why are you so shocked?”

he awkwardly shuffles to your bathroom sink, you still clinging to his back like a koala with a massive smile on your face like you’ve just won the lottery. it feels like you have.

you peep behind his back at the mirror before you both. megumi pumps soap onto his hands, lathering his slender fingers with the stuff and then hovering his hands under the tap to wash it off. you ignored all of that, staring at your lover's reflection as you feel your heart physically swell.

fushiguro megumi loves you back.

between that all, he glances up at you again, your cheeks high and your eyes bright like you just took a ginger shot, hyped up and ready to run a marathon.

“don’t you love me back?” the dark-haired man asks you, so quiet and tender you almost cooed aloud.

“of course i love you, i was just sitting there thinking you didn’t love me! you’ve never told me you have!”

megumi frowns, lips slightly pouted and staring at you through the mirror. his voice is a dull unimpressed monotone, “i don’t remember you ever telling me.”

now it’s your turn to pout, squeezing your arms around him in defiance but he doesn’t mind your touch. you’re making him all warm and toasty.

“well, i didn’t want to be the one to say it and be rejected. but if you said it i would have said it back.”

“babe,” he blanks and his face is telling you that you’re being silly but the impatient, almost rough rasp of the babe has you almost buckling your knees. “imagine i said it and you rejected me. i would have laid flat on the train tracks.”

“‘gumi!” you slap his arm playfully, kissing his bare bicep as his eyes twinkle at your laugh.

quickly he dries his hands on a random towel before spinning around to face you, his hands finding home on your waist.

and as fushiguro megumi stares down at you with his shiny albeit lethargic denim blue eyes, your smile grow bigger. so big he wasn’t aware a face could mimic the sun that had yet to rise outside. he should have been telling you he loves you daily if this is what he gets. a tiny chuckle breathes past his lips, your finger tracing up his spine making him feel a little drowsy.

“i love you. should’ve told you before,” megumi whispers almost apologetic, tipping your chin up to press a soft kiss to your lips. you can’t help but smile into that too with a pleasant hum and soon enough megumi is smiling too. a tiny one with makes your teeth clink together.

once you peck his cheek on your tiptoes, you wrap your arms around his neck. then his palms reach down to tap your ass, a signal to jump. as you do, your legs lock around his bare waist, “i love you too, ‘gumi. love when you call me babe too.”

the sight of the man still sleepy, muscles tensed to hold you up, you almost sigh lovingly. “really?” he mumbles, walking back into your bedroom and laying you down on your bed. “how about baby?” a kiss on your cheek. “honey?” you giggle as another lands on your jaw, “how about princess?” you’re now fully squealing at the tickle of his lips, especially as megumi, controlled by sleep lays all his body weight on top of you, only resting on his forearms to lay his attacks on you.

“yes, ‘gumi! yes!” and you feel the rumble of megumi’s laugh through his chest into yours. you throw the quilt over you both, now safe and warm with love.

once you both quiet down, megumi shuffles to get comfortable, tucking his head in the crook of your neck to go to sleep.

“love you ‘gumi.”

“love you too babe.”

well pee in a can and call me pie