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weeping dragon

pairing: neuvillette x fem!reader

summary: neuvillette thinks he isn’t deserving of your love.

content: cliche !!!, reader trapped in his house bc of rain, lil antsy but happy ending

wc: 800

a/n: mm hii!! first fic here! I hope you enjoy it I kind of wrote it in twenty minutes and I’m just publishing it without beta reading bc (we die like men) I’m just too in love with neuv and I want to share it with the world lolol

Neuvillette couldn’t bring himself to even think about making a move.

He kept many secrets, and every time he faced your bright smile he would remember it was not his place to disturb your peace. After all, how could a young woman like you endure the dangerous claws of a dragon?

You had stopped by his house to discuss the latest trial and his emotions got the best of him, causing a rain to start pouring.

A storm was approaching; lighting was seen through the window and low thunders could be heard. Neuvillette plagued himself under his breath, hoping there would be a day where he could better control his feelings.

“Here,” he said as he handed you the cup of tea. You watched the lighting curiously, “I do not think the storm will pass for a few hours. You should stay. For the night, I mean.”

You took the cup of tea and averted your eyes from the window to Neuvillette’s face. You studied him with caution, as if it was the first time you ever saw the man — even though you worked together for many months.

“Are you okay?” you asked, ignoring completely his offer.

The words got stuck in his throat and, for a few seconds, he really thought he wouldn’t answer. The man sipped on his tea, his mind racing while trying to figure out why you would ask that all of the sudden. “May I ask why are you asking me such a question?”

It was a small gesture, but he saw it all the same; the way you flexed your hand. There was something you wanted to grab?

Something you wanted to hold?

“They say… It rains when the Hydro Dragon weeps. Yeah, that's what they say,” you murmured and once again looked out the window. To the storm. “The Hydro Dragon. That would be you, right?”

Neuvillette almost choked on his tea, every part of his body malfunctioning and leaving him with only one thing for sure: in his entire existence, this was the first time he was left completely and utterly speechless.

Your warm and comforting eyes turned to him, and you grabbed his cup of tea to put it alongside yours on the coffee table. “Neuvillette,” you spoke his name as if it was a piece of poetry you were yet to learn — eager to do so, “Talk to me.”

And then— your hands, so small and fragile if compared to his, touched him. Your fingers traced his, and you embraced his hand between yours. He could feel the warmth of your skin contrasting against his cold one, pulling him closer, closer, closer.

“When did you figure it out?” was the first thing he said, scared it may be recent. If so, there still is time for you to run, for you to escape. To turn your back and never see him again. It’s probably the best for you, he knows, but this little selfish part in him can’t stand the thought of seeing you gone.

“A month ago or so, it doesn't matter,” you’re quick to cut the subject. “I didn't mention it because I knew you didn't want me to. I’m just worried, that's all.”

Worried.

She is worried.

The realization clicks in Neuvillette’s mind, for the first time in so long acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, he was too, deserving of someone’s concern and care.

“You are saying it does not matter,” he repeats as if to confirm what he just heard.

I pushed you because I cared about you. I pushed you because you made me feel good and comfortable. I pushed you because I thought my true self would frighten you.

Yet, you’re here. And you’re telling me it doesn’t matter.

“It doesn’t. Never did,” you frown. “I just wanna know, no— I need to know why it is raining, Neuvillette. Why would you weep? I’m here with you, talk to me.”

Without giving it a second thought, Neuvillette’s right hand finds your lower back and in a split second you're pressed against his chest, the tightest hug you have ever been given. He’s much taller than you, and you can feel perfectly as he inhales your scent and hugs you tightly.

“Neuv—”

“I thought I had to restrain myself from you. I thought I was no good,” he finally speaks his mind, distancing himself enough for you to see his face; the weeping Dragon. Oh, the melancholy in his eyes.

The eyes of someone who almost lost something precious.

“Neuvillette,” you whispered. “There’s nothing better for me than you.”

And it was true; so you pulled on his hair just enough to have him connecting your lips, a sigh of relief escaping him as if there was nothing in this world he had anticipated more.

#wbysaber #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #fontaine #neuvillette x you #neuvilette #neuvilette x reader #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #imagine

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Stuck in a cabin ft. Megumi Fushiguro

Day 14 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — after a ski trip with a group of friends, a snowstorm traps you and the only person in the group you barely talk with, megumi fushiguro.

word count — 1.6k

content — MDNI, smut, mutual pining, mutual masturbation, praise kink (megumi has it), megumi is a little inexperienced but it’s not explicit, finger sucking (?), yuji x reader mentioned, lowercase intended

notes — happy bday megs!! my fav boy <3

it’s been one hour and a half since you and megumi started drinking and the silence is beyond excruciating.

you both have many things to say, he and you are aware of that, but somewhat the both of you can’t push yourselves to say any of it. fear holds your words back, locking them in your throats.

after a cheerful weekend with all of your friends, you were left alone; yuta and maki took off first thing in the morning and, since you slept until 1 p.m. and nobara had an assignment to turn in, yuji drove her.

megumi rented the place so, being the one who needed to hand the keys to the renter, promised yuji he would take you home instead.

problem is – by the time you got up and packed your things, a snowstorm started, trapping you and megumi in the cabin far above some mountains.

“uh, i forgot to tell you… yuji apologized for not driving you back. he was your ride, right?” megumi finally breaks the silence, his gaze locked on his empty glass of wine.

he wonders if he should fill it again.

he is a lightweight, but the wine isn’t that strong.

“that’s fine,” you couldn’t care less about yuji. not right now. this is the closest you’ve ever been to megumi, the guy who unknowingly has you on his knees, the reason you suggest drinking together in the first place. “sorry to trouble you, though.”

the raven-haired boy can feel your eyes on him, as if you’re trying to figure him out. if the wine hadn’t tinted his cheeks red yet, you would be able to see the blush on his face.

silence engulfs you again, and it sickens him to hear you gulping down your drink. with the silence, it becomes so very easy to hear all the little sounds you make, even your breathing. he’s not sure he can handle it.

he needs to break it.

“so… you and yuji?”

megumi wants to slap himself the moment the words leave his lips. what kind of question is that? he swears at himself, but he truly wants to know.

he has liked you for so long that, when he started growing suspicious about your relationship with yuji, he didn’t have the stomach to ask about it to his best friend. he would tell himself he was better off not knowing.

but yuji isn’t here.

and you… you are.

he hears it when you laugh – a laugh so genuine it warms his heart – and turns his head to look at you. you seem really amused, but he doesn’t get what’s so funny and a little pout appears on his lips.

“uh, me and yuji are just friends, megumi,” you say when your laugh comes to an end. “just friends.”

“ah,” should he believe you? you aren’t even close. why would you tell him? “i just thought…”

“what did you think, megs?” you’re fast to approach him, now sitting so close together your thighs touch and your breath fans over his jaw. you wear a playful, almost wicked, smile as you press further, “did you think i was fucking yuji?”

the dirty word in your voice makes megumi’s cock twitch. he tries to keep his breathing steady, putting his glass on the table before turning completely to you, although avoiding your eyes. does it matter if he lies? “yes.”

“why do you care?” your ambush has him almost collapsing in front of you. megumi can feel his blood running cold as he tries to think of an answer to give you, a decent one that won’t put him into further trouble. “do you want to fuck me instead, megumi?”

it is so hard to think when your face is so close. are you testing him? have you found out about his crush on you? about his perverted fantasies? are you trying to catch him red-handed?

megumi lifts his eyes to meet yours, a ‘sorry’ on the tip of his tongue when he catches on how you seem to be drowned in lust. your pupils dilated, shining bright, and a silent request you never make.

he kisses you with utter desperation, his hand grabbing the back of your neck to pull you closer and guide you through it. you straight up mewl against his lips, the sound making his blood run straight down to his dick.

as his tongue invades your mouth, you grab his shirt tight and lay down, pulling him with you. megumi doesn’t even know where to put his hands, shaking slightly as he runs them over your sides; grabbing, squeezing, making sure you are really there.

as soon as you part the kiss, your lips are on his neck and he groans, rutting his hips against your legs. he can feel his entire body growing hotter, his cheeks flushing, but you give him no time to doubt himself as you part your legs to accommodate him.

“shit…” he hisses, thrusting in a desperate attempt to have some relief. “can i… can i take these off? is this okay?”

you nod and he immediately retreats, just enough to take your sweatpants off you. too many clothes, he thinks. everything suddenly became so hot.

“take yours off, too,” you say. “please.”

you watch, lust and adoration filling you, as he stands and pulls his pants down with trembling hands. you can see the bulge on his underwear, your mouth salivating at the sight.

but megumi doesn’t wait another second before he’s on the couch again, kneeling in front of you. his hands are cold when they touch your knees, silently asking for you to open your legs again – and you do.

“kiss me again,” you notice he’s nervous so you ask, and when megumi presses his weight down on you and connects your lips again, you become a mess. “megumi…” you whisper between a kiss, moaning softly when he thrusts against you, the wetness in your panties making it feel so damn good. “are you sure you want this?”

megumi knows you can see his anxiety, but you erase it with each kiss. you erase it when you roll your hips on him, making him whimper. “yes. yes.”

you’re not sure he’s answering your question, and he buries his face on your neck as his right hand goes straight to your core. “megumi.”

“want this… want you so bad,” he whines close to your ear, pulling your panties down a little and cupping your pussy. you both moan, “shit– you’re so wet. i did this?”

his question is genuine, taking his face off your neck to look at you. he looks so fucked up and it drives you insane, knowing he was on cloud nine for touching you alone.

“y–yeah. you did,” you can barely express yourself as he massages your lower lips, his eyes locked on your face to gather every bit of your reactions. when he presses his thumb on your clit, it’s your turn to whimper, “fuck, fuck, –gumi.”

“feels good?” he’s so desperate for confirmation you’d find it cute if you weren’t so lost in yourself already.

“yeah, so good,” he hums happily with your answer, playing with your clit and circling your entrance with one of his fingers. you cry out when he pushes it inside, pumping a few times before pushing in another, “‘s so good. so good to me, megumi,” you’re out of your mind, moving your hips with him.

his chest fills with pride as he watches you squirm underneath him, hearing you praise him. he doesn’t even see you moving your hand to grab his cock, making him falter for a bit.

you push his underwear down just enough to free him, almost automatically smearing the pre-cum leaking from his tip as much as you can before wrapping your hand around him, “wanna make you– feel good too.”

he sighs in pleasure, curling his fingers inside you as he thrusts them and massages your clit. you stop pumping him for a second to collect your own wetness before enveloping him again, “fuck, fuck.” he doesn’t know for how long he can last, knowing damn well he looks like a dog in heat as he matches your movements and speed.

your orgasm comes crashing down and megumi eats the sounds you make by kissing you, the way your walls clench around his fingers and you make a mess on them being the last straw for him to cum as well.

you gasp, still coming down from your high as you feel his seed dripping on your sensitive pussy, painting it white. almost as if claiming you.

when you open your eyes to see there’s cum everywhere, you notice it wasn’t intentional. “shit, megumi, you’re so hot.”

he’s still shaking, so you motion for him to lay on top of you, “sorry, i didn’t want to–”

you shut him by taking your hand to your mouth, licking his cum off it with adoration. megumi feels his cock stir, but copies your movements, licking you off his fingers as well.

you don’t even have to think before you put your fingers on his mouth and he puts his on yours. you feel synchronized, eyes locked on each other and mind filled with dirty thoughts as you suck each other’s fingers off.

and then megumi kisses you again, your mouth filled with the taste of you both combined and you sigh, “you’re so good.”

you don’t mind how many times you’ve said it, you want to keep saying it over and over again. especially when his eyes light up like that.

megumi waited for you for a long time and now he truly is going to be good.

to you.

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #thirsty saber #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #megumi fushiguro smut #fanfic #smut

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Seeing snow for the first time ft. Ryomen Sukuna

Day 07 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — your long-lived boyfriend doesn’t see the big deal about snow.

word count — 465

content — sukuna’s down bad, fluff, you call sukuna ryo, he calls you “woman” once and “love”

notes — i swear i didn’t plan this to come out on gojo’s bday??? i swear im a satoru girlie! happy bday my love :( also i never thought id write a fluff sukuna fic. let alone a down bad sukuna one lol

Ryomen Sukuna usually wakes up before you do.

It is actually rare for him to sleep, since he doesn’t need to, but having you snuggled up against him all night makes him indulge in such trivial things.

When he wakes, he stays in bed.

He doesn’t know why, he just stays. His crimson eyes flickering from the ceiling to your face, wondering how he ended up being a hostage of such a foolish emotion; love.

He never thought he would care so much for another being, let alone a weak human.

Your eyes flutter open and he’s still shamelessly staring at you. By now, you’ve got used to waking up like this – wake being watched, analyzed.

“Morning,” he says calmly, even though he’s not.

It infuriates him how you make him feel, even though you’re already his. He wants to drown in you.

You’re about to answer when something else catches your attention; you quickly look at the window, excitement boiling in your stomach when you see snowflakes falling from the sky, “Oh, my God!”

Sukuna frowns.

He follows your gaze, but still doesn’t understand what is happening, “What?”

“Ryo!” you squeak, jumping from the bed, “It’s snowing!”

You’re out of the room before he can process what you were saying.

Sukuna takes a few seconds before going after you, grabbing one coat from the closet on his way to find you in the backyard, looking up with a dreamy smile on your face.

“What’s with you, woman?” he asks gruffly, putting the coat on your shoulders. “Don’t forget your body limitations, you can catch a cold. Die from it.”

You chuckle as he complains like an old man, treating you like a porcelain doll he is too scared of breaking.

He is.

But you…

“I just want to see the snow, Ryo. Feel it,” you close your eyes, feeling the snowflakes falling upon your face. Happiness fills you – it is like living a dream.

“What is so special about snow?” he sounds softer now. Seeing how peaceful you look, the lazy smile on your face. He wants it there forever, he wants to watch it forever.

You are so intriguing.

Everyday. More and more.

“It’s my first time seeing it, I always wanted to…”

He lifts an eyebrow, surprised with that information.

Snow, something so trivial like frozen water falling from the sky, was enough to put a smile on your face. It was something you dreamed of.

“I’m glad I’m seeing it for the first time with you, Ryo.”

Sukuna wraps his arms around you, his warmth engulfing and comforting you, and places a kiss on your exposed neck. He’s drowning, but he wants to dive deeper.

“This is nothing compared to everything I’ll show you as long as you live, my love.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #x reader #fanfic #fic #fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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Breaking up ft. Satoru Gojo

Day 13 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you break up with your partner a few weeks prior christmas.

word count — 1.2k

content — hurt/comfort, gojo is emotionally constipated but he’s trying ok, lowercase intended

notes — today was supposed to be obito’s fic but i wrote this one first because im kinda… going thru the same thing lol. enjoy <3

everything feels out of place as you lay in bed trying to place together pieces of an unfinished puzzle.

two weeks have passed since the last time you and gojo spoke to each other. two weeks since you broke up with him, leaving a part of your heart behind.

you know you have to move on, but it’s hard when you have years of friendship and a one-year-long relationship weighing on your back. you look back to all the efforts you put into it and, foremost, you can’t completely let him go.

you always knew about gojo’s personality, in fact, you fell in love with it. but it became unsustainable when you were the one doing everything while he sat back and watched.

you used to say to him, “you are a good person. you are the best person I’ve fallen for, like a window of light in the dark.” and never once you regretted those words. you made sure to repeat them to him during the breakup.

you truly believe satoru’s a good person, and he never intended to hurt you. what defined the fate of your relationship was his inconstancy, his fear of emotions.

gojo could shower you with kisses and “i love you”s for days, but they were always half-hearted and, whenever the conversation between the two of you took a deeper turn, he would instantly shut down.

become cold, even.

he also didn’t care much about life in general, talking about several topics and simply forgetting to ask simple questions like “how was your day?”

you knew he cared, but it didn’t feel like he did.

it killed you every time he’d disappear for an entire day, especially on days you weren’t okay, not even bothering to reply to your texts, and then replying with a mere “i was busy” – you knew it already, but a text would be nice.

and to match his emotionless self, you were the embodiment of intensity.

you tried to crack up his shell, always paying attention to what he said and remembering it. you dove head first into every interest he had, and supported him in every choice he made.

you cared, you asked and, mostly, you talked.

multiple times, you tried to express how you felt, how you wish he could open up more and maybe just regard you a little more – a few texts not to worry you wouldn’t hurt. gojo said he was like that, but that he would try to be better.

what mined your relationship was that lie.

because he never even tried.

and after another month of dealing with all of that, with not feeling wanted enough, cared enough, you decided to end everything.

you can’t lie a little part of you hoped he would fight for you, ask for you to stay. but as you watched distress filling his eyes, all he could muster was, “i’m really sorry i couldn’t be better.”

and you lost everything you thought you had.

you blink away your tears, trying to escape from your painful thoughts, and get up from the bed – it’s past seven now and you need to start getting ready for a christmas party at one of your friends’ house.

you need to move on.

after taking a quick shower, you put on the red dress you’ve decided to wear – a dress that gojo bought for you months before – before starting to do your makeup.

this is when your doorbell rings.

you frown, “who is it?” you yell as you make your way toward the door, but there’s no time for an answer before you open it.

you almost close it again when you see your ex-boyfriend standing there, but you don’t. you know you need to be mature about this situation, even if seeing him makes all the walls you’ve been building crumble down.

it hurts.

“gojo.”

you don’t look him in the eye, focusing on his christmas sweater instead. funnily, the one you gave him a year ago.

“can i come in? it’s freezing outside.”

if you looked into his eyes, though, you would see the big blue bag under them. you would see how faded his blue irises are, and how fucking anxious satoru is.

you don’t ask further questions, letting him into the house he knows all too well before you close the door. he follows you like a lost puppy, and keeps standing when you sit on the couch.

“you look gorgeous,” he compliments meekly.

“thank you. what do you want?” it takes all of you to not start crying right then and there, but you know you have to be firm.

“i want you back.”

satoru doesn’t beat around the bush, and the silence that follows is so loud it can be heard. you feel your heart beating in an insane rhythm, and your head spins.

“gojo, you can’t–”

“you were right. you are right. about everything,” he interrupts you. “i was a boy, and for that i’m sorry. i acted like you had to keep up with my shit, like you would always be there, and i’m sorry for that too,” gojo speaks so fast you can barely keep up with him, like he’s going to die if he doesn’t say those words. “i thought i couldn’t change, i thought i didn’t have to. because it is easier to live the way i live, but… it is much harder to live without you.”

“gojo–”

again, he doesn’t let you speak, “don’t call me that. please, don’t call me that,” gojo drops on his knees in front of you and grabs your hand. “call me satoru, toru, baby, love for all i care. just not gojo. i’ve been miserable without you, i never thought a person could get so miserable,” his voice cracks, pulling your hand towards his face in a desperate attempt to be comforted. “i promise you i will do better, i will pay attention, text you all the time, tell you all about my past and what made me who i am, scream through my pain for what’s worth. just take me back, please.”

you are so deeply in shock that it takes you a while to register the tears falling down his face, his eyes closed as he expects the worst.

all it takes is for your thumb to caress his cheek softly, and satoru sobs. you grab his face with both of your hands, cleaning his teardrops as your own fall, and you gently kiss his forehead.

it kills you to see him like that, but at the same time it gives you a reason to live to know that he’s willing to try. for you.

you kiss his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips.

satoru whimpers, pulling you into an embrace so strong you’re afraid he’ll never let go.

“toru,” you say when you part your lips and bury your face in his neck, feeling his scent. “everything’s okay now. i’m here, i’ll take care of you.”

“missed you so much, i’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“i missed you, too,” you confess, finally looking into his eyes and frowning when you notice he hasn't slept. “what’s past is past, we’ll be okay. but i guess we should just sleep a bit, hm? it was one hell of a ride.”

“sleep together, right?”

he sounds so clingy, you chuckle lightly.

“yes, toru. together.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojou #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fanfic #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort

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you know I love how yuuta has a fucking curse (THE queen of curses) protecting and loving him more than everything because it makes me THINK !!!!

yuuta WOULD absolutely let you consume him. if you’re insane if you’re obsessed if you want him all to yourself???? he doesn’t MIND. take him keep him love him

he’s the type to give give give everything you ask for and he won’t complain. never. he wants to make you happy and he’s happy because he knows you love him more than anything in the world and that’s enough??? to be loved like that???? so DEEPLY AND MADLY

can’t stop thinking about being jealous at a party and all pouty and sad and he’d be like no baby please i’m yours i’m all yours and he doesn’t even mind that you let the bathroom door half-open so the person you’re jealous of watch as he fucks you on the sink :(

#s.wonders #saber thinks about yuuta #thirsty saber #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuuta #wbysaber

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warnings: nsfw, dubcon, cockwarming, gojo is kinda obsessive/possessive. not beta’d.

needy best friend!satoru who can’t lose you like he lost suguru geto, so he forces himself so deep into your life it becomes suffocating.

needy best friend!satoru who’s always in your apartment, like it was his place to be. he’s there when you wake up and when you go to sleep, never respecting your personal space.

needy best friend!satoru who’s always trying to get your attention whenever you’re doing something that doesn’t involve him. he whines and plops himself on top of you every time you’re busy.

needy best friend!satoru who, after a long and tiring week, seeks comfort in your arms – the comfort only you can give him.

needy best friend!satoru who pleads, in a moment of weakness, for you not to leave him. ever. because you’re his everything and he would actually lose it without you.

needy best friend!satoru who can’t help but hold onto you like his life depends on it, his grip on your body tightening as his hands roam to places they’ve never been before.

needy best friend!satoru who has you cockdrunk hours later, making you promise you will stay with him forever as he pounds mercilessly into you.

“say it again,” he pleads, grabbing your face with his hand so you’d look at him. you fucked out face having an instant effect over his body, “f-fuck, you’re my everything. say you won’t leave. say– say you’re mine.”

his free hand is on your clit, teasing, about to get you to your fourth orgasm of the night. there’s already a cream at the base of his cock and the lewd noises are driving him crazy, but he needs you to understand.

you can’t go anywhere.

anywhere he can’t follow.

“‘toru… I won’t– won’t leave,” you promise, fighting to keep your eyes open. “‘m yours,” and his movements on your clit finally pick up, driving you to your climax.

“all mine,” he pants, feeling the way your warm walls contract around him. but he needs to make sure of it; he needs to make sure you won’t leave.

he delights himself on your high, prolonging it, “‘toru– wait! don’t cum inside!”, but it was too late. his movements falter and satoru moans loudly as he cums inside you, thrusting sloppily until you have milked him completely.

he kisses your shoulder, letting himself get comfortable on top of you, and doesn’t pull out. “sorry, I didn’t mean to cum inside. won’t happen again.”

but he wasn’t sorry at all.

and now that you said you were his, there was no coming back.

#wbysaber #thirsty saber #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #headcanons #fanfic

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— pairing: megumi x f!reader

— warnings: explicit, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, masturbation, dacryphilia kinda, asphyxiation kink

— words: 227

— notes: wrote this super fast! this is kinda a prequel to a fic i’ll post in the next couple days. megumi n reader are kinda fuck buddies and she fucks around a lot :)

“You look so pretty when you cry to me.”

Megumi doesn’t care how he ended up in such a situation; your hands around his neck, blocking his airway while bouncing your beautiful body up and down his dick, his eyes burning with tears that wouldn’t stop falling down his now rosy cheeks.

When the night started, he needed a friend and you were there. But now you have more to give; you offered your body, taking his soul in return.

He’s willing to give it all, feeling his cock pulsing and twitching as your warm walls squeeze him tight, satisfying him in ways he never dreamed possible.

You were one of his best friends, now he’s crying and whining as you take his dick like the slut he knows you are; but not for him — never for him.

Not until now.

You release his neck and he gasps for air, trying to process the lack of your warmth around his length all at the same time. But then he cries when his orgasm comes crashing down onto him as you jerk him off, a wicked smile plastered on your face.

“If I knew you were so fun to play with, I would’ve done it sooner, ‘Gumi.”

Watching you say that while his cum paints your stomach, Megumi decides he’s fine with being one of your playthings.

#wbysaber #thirsty saber #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #x reader #x you #fanfic #drabble

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Traveling to see your boyfriend ft. Megumi Fushiguro

(a day late) Day 09 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — after years of online communication, you surprise your boyfriend by showing up at his door to celebrate christmas together.

word count — 560

content — fluff

notes — i didn’t post yesterday sorry! later i’ll post day 10 as well <3

nobara <3: don’t worry, he is expecting *someone* to show up bc I told him me and yuuji were going to spend the day in his house lol

You reread the text from your friend at least a hundred times.

Kugisaki and Yuuji were essential for your plan to work, they helped you with everything. Both of them practically watched Megumi fall in love with you over the phone and, when you started a long-distance relationship, your boyfriend introduced you to his friends.

And they became your friends.

So now, with the Holidays coming and the need to be close to your boyfriend, to see and touch him for the first time, you’d decided to surprise him by traveling all the way to Japan.

But at that moment, standing in front of his apartment door, you wonder if that was a good idea.

Sure, you were in a long-term relationship and Megumi always expressed how badly he wanted to meet you in person. But what if you came at a bad time? What if he didn’t mean it?

Closing your eyes, you pushed all the bad thoughts aside and knocked on the door, feeling your blood freezing from anxiety as you let yourself think about how close you were.

Breathing the same air.

How would he react? Would he like your appearance in person? Would he kiss you like he told you he would – multiple times? Would he…

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the sound of the door being unlocked sounded, and you held your breath.

Within seconds, Megumi Fushiguro was in your eyesight.

His eyes widened instantly and, for almost a minute, he just stood there, looking at you as if you were a figment of his imagination.

You wondered if he could hear your fast-paced heartbeat, thumping loudly in your ears as your eyes filled with tears. Megumi wore a simple white tee with black sweatpants, his hair messy the same way you had always seen in pictures when he’d just woken up.

“Megumi…” you start, trying not to cry. Your emotions felt too strong to hide, “I came to spend Christmas with you, surprise!”

You tried to sound confident, but you still didn’t know how he felt about the entire situation and he just kept looking at you.

“I’m sorry if this is too sudden! I know I shouldn’t have come without saying anything first but I wanted to surprise you, and now looking back it really sounds like a stupid idea,” you started rambling nervously. “But I can stay with Kugisaki if this is too much, or even rent a–”

Putting a definite stop to your talking, Megumi said your name.

You didn’t have time to think about what was happening when you felt his hands on your cheeks, and then his lips pressed against yours.

Megumi kissed you like he missed you, like it was the first time, and also the last. He held your face gently and your own body responded to him; your hands moving to his hair and neck. And you fit like you were always meant to be together.

He broke the kiss leaving little pecks on your lips, and his eyes were on yours. Watching, dreamy.

“Gumi… you're not mad?”, you whispered, his hands still on your face, caressing it.

“This is the best gift I could’ve asked for.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi #x reader #fluff #fanfic #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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Santa’s prettiest Elf ft. Toji Fushiguro

Day 05 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — toji fushiguro takes his son to meet the local santa, and one of his elves catches his attention.

word count — 824

content — MDNI, smut, pwp, sex in public space, unprotected sex, bad christmas referencies, bad writing, little bit of praise/degradation/overstimulation

notes — i wish i had more time to write this one

Toji Fushiguro returns to the Christmas fair around its closing time, watching from afar as people leave and the place begins to empty.

He had brought Megumi there earlier to see all the decorations and meet Santa when one particular elf-dressed woman caught his attention, guarding Santa’s cabin door and talking cheerfully with everyone in the line.

You, with your little green dress, striped white-red socks, and the usual Christmas hat, held his intimidating gaze and chatted so sweetly with his son.

So, naturally, Toji comes back to get a taste of you.

A wicked smile grows on his lips when he sees you’re the only one closing everything around Santa’s cabin, making sure there’s no one near before approaching you, silently like a cat.

“You shouldn’t be here,” your voice sounds before he announces himself. You’re not facing him, and, for a moment, Toji is dumbfounded.

Amusement fills him, “Oh?”

“I saw you. Your presence is hard to miss,” you explain, facing the man with a smile yourself. “Is there anything you need, Mr…?”

“Call me Toji.”

You hum, locking the front fences and walking back towards the cabin, he follows you promptly, “And how can I help you, Toji?”

“Was wondering if I could get my Christmas gift now.”

You both feel the tension in the air, so palpable you could grab it and twist its neck. Toji is, by far, the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and that is the reason why you chuckle and step into Santa’s cabin, letting him follow you inside.

“Do you always let strangers in?”, he asks playfully when you close the door, making his way to the big red chair situated in the middle back of the place.

You watch cautiously as he sits, resting his head on his fist and looking at you as if you are the most intriguing thing in the world, “Just the handsome ones who come back looking for me.”

That devilish smile appears on his face again, “A smooth talker, aren’t you?”, he readjusts himself on the chair, “Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”

You go to him so quickly it feels like he has a leash around your neck; pulling, pulling, pulling.

Toji smashes your lips together the moment you’re on top of him, stealing your breath away and consuming you as he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

His hands are firmly pressed on your thighs, slowly going up alongside your dress, and finally squeezing your ass. You sigh into the kiss, moaning when he sucks on your tongue.

He breaks the kiss already licking your chin, biting on your jaw and it makes you dizzy.

You can barely keep up with him, yet you’re feeling it all.

You feel it when he removes his hands from your butt, lifts your dress, and presses his fingers on your wet cunt, you feel it when he fingers you like no one ever did and makes you cum oh so quickly.

You can hear the sound of his zipper and your attention goes straight to his cock, so big and thick it worries you for a moment. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he says as if reading your mind.

Your breathing is still uneven when Toji pumps his length a few times and pushes the tip inside, slowly burying himself in you.

You feel your body burning hot, adjusting yourself to him and clawing at his clothed shoulders, “Fuck, Toji…”, you cry out when he finally bottoms out.

The dark-haired man starts to move, “Took me so good,” he praises, using his hands to move you the way he wants as he snaps his hips. “You were born for my cock.”

He has utter control of your body and you’re completely out of your senses, feeling his hands on your waist and the shape of his cock, in and out, in and out. You can swear you’re drooling, and Toji is hyperfixed on where both of you connect.

“Hah, pretty elf… pretty fucking whore…”, he groans. You feel your high approaching suddenly and, before you know it, you’re shaking above him. Your second orgasm comes and Toji can feel your muscles contracting as you cry out and hold onto him, “Fuck, already?”

His grip on you gets tighter and his pace gets faster, rougher, “Wait– Toji–”, you whine, fucked out. “I’m– too sensitive…”, he can see the tears on your face and it only pushes him further.

“Sorry, pretty, gotta cum too. You can take it,” he bites your jaw, fucking you rashly.

When your third orgasm hits, he has to pull out immediately, cumming on your beautiful green dress and staining your elf costume.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Couldn’t have you squeezing me like that. Dangerous shit.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, still zoned out.

“You know…” he starts as he watches you coming down from your high, “You should be on Santa’s naughty list.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #thirsty saber #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #x reader #fanfic #smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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Decorating the house ft. Kento Nanami

Day 04 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — kento nanami indulges your love for christmas and helps you decorate your shared house because there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for you.

word count — 1k

content — tooth-rooting fluff, one kissing scene idk, gojo’s mentioned (and insulted), bad writing

notes — wrote this one in some sort of a rush and didn’t reread so if there’s any mistakes im sorry :/

Kento Nanami is ready to flee from his office when the clock ticks and his shift is over.

His coworkers don’t even see him leaving as he grabs all his things and speeds to the elevator to escape from that environment as fast as possible.

Nanami always disliked the concept of working in a big company, but today he has a couple of other reasons to want to rush home, and it all comes down to you; his full-of-life girlfriend who’s decided to bring the spirit of Christmas to your shared apartment.

That morning he left you with a pang in his chest, filled with some sort of guilt for not being able to share the same excitement you had as you went on and on about the plans you had for the day; set up the tree, some lights, decorate the tree and then the house.

His guilt only worsened when he arrived at his workplace, wondering how he could be unaffected by your undying light and the things that made you smile when he had to endure such a soul-crushing, dead place, day after day.

The blonde man stops at a local café to buy you some pastries and coffee before finally making his way towards home, careful not to drop anything as he paces rather hurriedly, sighing in relief only when he’s in the elevator and going up, up, up.

To you.

When he opens the door, everything already looks different – there’s a tree, now. It’s not fully decorated, lots of things splattered on the ground, but you also hung Christmas signs on the walls and covered the living room table with a Christmas tablecloth.

Nanami keeps scanning the room until he finds you, sitting on the floor with your face so deep inside a box he’s sure you’re not aware of his presence just yet. The ever so serious man can’t help but smile fondly at the sight, taking his glasses off and putting them and the coffee he bought on one of your shelves before making his way toward you.

“I’m home, love,” he calmly announces, trying not to startle you.

“Kento!” you are quick to stop everything you’re doing and get on your feet to have his arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing on your forehead. “How was your day?”

“I spent the entire day wanting to come back home and help you with the decorations,” he confesses in an attempt to redeem himself for the lack of interest he had shown earlier. Your eyes glow as you let out a low ‘Oh?’ and he continues, “Speaking of, since when do we have all of this?”

You follow his gaze to all the decorations around the living room and giggle, detangling yourself from his arms as you take some lights from the box you were previously checking and place them in his hands, “I went out and bought some things today. Gojo helped me with the tree because it was too big for me to carry alone. He left about thirty minutes ago.”

Nanami immediately frowns, “Gojo? Don’t hang with that degenerate,” a genuine laugh escapes your lips when he complains. “Next time I’ll help you.”

You smile widely at him, sick in love. You know Kento’s not one to celebrate things, especially if it involves spending money and doing extravagant stuff, but he understands your love for Christmas and the way your eyes shine so much brighter when you can see it in the small decorations.

“You can help me now,” you say softly, hands cupping his cheeks before you kiss him lovingly.

Nanami always gets lost in your kisses, your warmth. When your lips meet his, your soft touches on his face and neck, your love filling him, he feels complete. And he never wants to let you go; still holding the lights, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, his free hand caressing your cheek oh so gently until you pull away.

“Hmm… Miss you so much when you’re away,” you whisper close to his face. “But we gotta finish this first, Kento.”

“I know, love,” he sighs. “I bought us some coffee and pastries, but it’s probably cold right now.”

“I’m gonna heat it, then.”

Nanami nods and you grab the things he brought, going with it to the kitchen while he stands in the living room. He analyzes everything for a few seconds before starting to work; putting the Christmas lights on the windows – since you already have put some on the tree – and placing the star on the top of the tree.

“This looks beautiful, babe,” you praise when you come back, handing him one of the cups of coffee while you sip on your own. He just smiles softly at you, and you both start working together.

He laughs when you show him you’ve bought Christmas cushions, organizing them on the couch alongside a soft new blanket, “Good for movie nights,” he comments.

A fond smile grows on his lips when he sees you’ve also bought several Christmas cups. You are both coffee addicts and all the cups look adorable, just like you. He will make sure to drink on them every day.

At last, you place candles all around the house. Some aromatized, some not. “Don’t light them up at the same time, my nose can’t handle it,” he warns and it makes you laugh so loud he feels embarrassed.

“I guess that’s it,” you say as you exit your closet, where you’ve put the empty decorations box, going back to the living room to turn the normal lights out.

At the same time, Nanami turns on the Christmas lights.

You feel your heart beating faster, all the good feelings Christmas brings you washing over your body and making you smile like a little kid. And the fact that Kento’s there with you, that he built that with you, makes everything feel so much better.

Nanami is watching you as happiness overflows your body. He has a smile he can’t contain on his face, a happiness of his own, good feelings he never thought he was capable of having.

And it’s not about Christmas, it’s you.

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #kento nanami #nanami kento #x reader #fanfic #fluff

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Going on vacation ft. Kento Nanami

Day 11 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you and your lover, kento, decide to spend the holidays in malaysia.

word count — 329

content — fluff, suggestive at the end

notes — i want to take nanami to malaysia ugh :/ anyways another smaller one <3 hope u enjoy

“I’m still not sure if this was a good idea. I may be of assistance in Japan,” Kento Nanami says as the both of you make your way to your hotel room.

“Kento,” you stop in front of the door, looking at him with a serious expression. “You’re not responsible for everything, you’re allowed to get time off and have fun. You’re allowed to relax.”

Nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to ease his mind. It’s a conversation you’ve had multiple times, and he agrees with you.

“Now… let’s see our room, shall we?” you giggle, passing the card on the door and opening it for him to see.

You can see a light shining in his eyes when he enters the room, a rare glimpse of a content smile appearing on his lips as he sees the big glass walls, offering you a perfect view of the beach.

Of that beautiful, never-ending sea.

He places the suitcases he was holding on the floor and you do the same, closing the door, and you smile softly when you see him approaching the glass to admire the view.

Opening some of the baggage to start organizing your stuff, you remember something, “Oh, and I brought some books you’ve bought but never got around to reading. I think it’s the perfect moment, huh?”

Nanami looks at you, and he has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen on his face. His eyes are closed, and he seems happy.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Kento,” you walk over to him, embracing him from behind. “I want you to relax and have the best two weeks of your life.”

He grabs your hand, that’s placed on his chest, and brings it to his lips, kissing it lovingly while still looking at that wonderful view.

“I just hope this is a one-way mirror glass, love, because what I want to do to you is for our eyes only.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #s.shorties #kento nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami #x reader #fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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Losing something valuable ft. Levi

Day 12 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you lose a bracelet that means a lot to you a few days before christmas.

word count — 707

content — fluff, mentions off loss, pre-eren yeager, you’re a part of levi’s squad

notes — yooo!! day 12 yay. it’s 3am but istg i had 3/4 of this one written since yesterday, i just got super busy today. anyways enjoy <3

T W O D A Y S A G O

“What’s so important about this bracelet, anyway?”

Your eyes are filled with tears when you look up at Levi, and you try to find words to explain why it meant so much to you without sounding like a fool.

“My father gave it to me before he passed,” your voice cracks, your hand wrapping around your wrist in a failed attempt to find comfort. “It was a constant reminder that he was with me… the only thing I had left.”

Levi doesn’t answer you, averting his gaze instead.

You and the rest of the squad were killing titans when the situation got out of control, so all of you flew out of the forest only for you to find out the bracelet was no longer with you – and you couldn’t recover it, since the area was infested with titans.

Besides, you didn’t know where it could possibly be. The forest was vast, and the bracelet, ridiculously small.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

It’s Hange, and they really seem sorry.

You try to smile and blink away your tears; crying in front of Levi is something you don’t want to do, even if your heart aches.

No one else says anything, and you hop on your horses to head home.

When you’re riding home and think nobody’s looking, the tears fall down your face.

But Levi sees everything.

N O W — C H R I S T M A S

You can’t stop wrapping your hand around your wrist, trying to replace the feeling of the bracelet – to fill the hole in your chest.

You hate that you lost it, you feel stupid and sad, and even the Christmas lights in your house stay turned off. You don’t feel like celebrating; the only memory of your father is now gone forever.

You sigh in frustration, going to make another cup of tea when you hear knocks on your door.

You aren’t expecting visits. You didn’t plan anything.

Still, you make your way towards your door and open it, a gasp escaping your lips when you see Levi on the other side, wearing casual clothes.

“Captain Levi!?”

He holds a small box, wrapped perfectly, and you wonder what this is all about, “I came here just as Levi. No need to call me Captain,” he says, collected.

“Oh,” is all you can say.

You both stand there for a couple of seconds, looking at each other in silence, before he hands you the box he had with him, “It’s for you. A gift.”

Utter shock fills you. You can’t wrap your mind around the fact that Levi was giving you something.

Why?

“What? Levi, you don’t need to–” the Captain ignores your words, pushing the present into your hands and looking at you with seriousness in his gaze.

You simply nod, knowing there’s no way you can refuse this, and start unwrapping carefully the small box; it reveals a simple little black box, and you look at him once again before opening it.

A soft cry escapes your lips when you see what’s inside.

A bracelet, just like the one you had, placed carefully inside. It shines brightly, and you can feel your eyes burning as you look back up to the man standing in front of you.

“I know it’s not the same thing, since it’s not given by your father, but…” he looks away and, for the first time since you met Levi, he seems uncertain. “I hope this can give you some comfort.”

It amazes you that it is exactly like the one your father gave you, though. To think Levi paid attention to such details and went out of his way to get this for you warms your heart.

“It’s perfect, Levi. Thank you,” you say, smiling through your tears. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

He smiles gently, and you wish for time to stop at that moment; with such a wonderful gift in your hands, and that breathtaking smile.

“I…” you start, heart beating faster. “I just made some tea, do you want to come in?”

Levi thinks for a moment, then nods.

“That would be nice.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi #levi ackermann #x reader #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #fanfic #fluff

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Meeting a pretty stranger ft. Kakashi Hatake

Day 06 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you’re feeling down after all your christmas plans got canceled when a dog wearing elf clothes jumps on you.

word count — 1.1k

content — fluff, reader is a bit depressed, mentions of alcohol, fastburn i guess, modern au (kakashi still wears a mask)

notes — pretty happy with this one even though i almost didn’t finish it on time (so it’s not revised sorry)

THE FIRST time you and Kakashi Hatake crossed paths was rather an unusual experience.

You walked home wearing a disappointed expression, your hopes of having a nice Christmas had disappeared after all your plans got canceled; all of your friends were going out of town with their partners and families, and your short-term relationship had ended a few weeks prior.

Living far from home, you couldn’t celebrate it with your family either – you simply didn’t have enough money to afford that kind of trip.

So what awaited you was a lonely Christmas, with a liquor bottle and maybe a few treats, if you felt sympathetic enough about your own situation. You had 14 days left to plan for your “big night”, after all.

You stood in front of a liquor store, wondering if you should step in or not. Maybe I should start warming up, you thought, forget a little about my increasing melancholy.

“Pakkun, wait!”

A shout brought you back to the real world, but not fast enough to avoid the– what was that?– that jumped on you. You yelped, surprised, as you processed the small dog in green elf clothes that clawed at your sweater.

When you finally understood it was just a small dog, you chuckled and held him to keep him secure and away from your sweater, “Hi, doggy! Why so angry?”

In a heartbeat, a white-haired man with a mask covering his face was by your side, breathing heavily, “Gosh… I’m so sorry! Did he hurt you?”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh. He looked so desperate, “No, don’t worry. Did he outsmart you or something?”, you asked as you handed him his dog back.

The man grabbed the elf-dog and glared at him as if he was about to scold him for several minutes, but then his attention was back on you, “Yeah, something like that. I bought this cute little costume for him but he is an ungrateful dog…”

The dog growled and you threw your head back, laughing out loud, “I don’t think he wants to be an elf. What’s his name?”

“It’s Pakkun.”

“Well, Pakkun, you should know you look adorable,” you said, petting his head. Pakkun seemed to soften and you smiled, all the while the man watched the interaction. “I should get going now, but it was nice meeting you two.”

“You too,” the masked man said and, as you walked away, you could hear him whispering to the dog, “To her you listen, huh?”

You realized you ended up not buying any liquor and, fuck, you should’ve asked for his name as well.

THE SECOND time you encountered him was something else.

10 days left for Christmas and your sadness kept building up.

Grocery shopping and having to go through all those Christmas decorations, meals, and even gifts was a different kind of torture for you.

You gloomily roamed around the islands, picking only the essentials for your house and to keep yourself alive when you spotted that white hair you couldn’t quite forget.

“It’s Pakkun’s owner!”, you greeted, a bit of light taking over that sorrow inside you.

He turned to face you, confused at first, but his eyes lightened when recognition hit them, “It’s Pakkun’s victim!”

You both laughed like old friends. He seemed like a really good person, even with that mask covering half of his face, maybe it was the fact that he dressed his dog as an elf or his soothing voice or the way he closed his eyes when he laughed.

You couldn’t tell, but you liked his company already.

“What is your name?”, he asked you the question that was burning in your tongue. You told him and he repeated it as if testing how it sounded in his voice.

“What’s yours?”

“It’s Kakashi. Kakashi Hatake,” he smiled again, his eyes closing and you felt like you could melt right there and then.

“Kakashi… such a beautiful name,” you complimented and, if he wasn’t wearing that mask, you would see him blushing.

You both got lost for a moment, in your own thoughts and in each other, until he called your name again and you hummed, “I gotta get going… feed my dogs,” he explained.

“Oh, sure. See you around, Kakashi,” you say, stepping away so he could pass.

But you still stood in that place for a while, watching as he walked away.

Catching him when he looked back.

THE THIRD time Kakashi met you was intentional.

You stepped out of the liquor store, a pout on your lips and a bag with two bottles in your hand when you saw the man standing outside the door, apparently waiting for something.

“Kakashi?”

He looked at you, his eyes closing in that way that told you he was smiling, “Oh, hey.”

“What are you doing here?”

You tried to hide the alcohol you just bought; you had 4 days left until Christmas and still hadn’t pushed away all the melancholy you felt towards the date, but you didn’t want him to think you were some sort of an alcoholic or something like that.

“I was waiting for you, actually,” he said mindlessly. Noticing your confused expression, he added, “This is the place we first met, around this hour. I was trying my luck, since we didn’t exchange numbers.”

You could feel your cheeks warming up, your heart tightening in such a good way, and felt like a fool for wanting to drink your sadness away.

“I know we didn’t talk much, but… I’d like to know you better. Can I walk you home?”

THE FOURTH time you saw Kakashi was on Christmas Eve.

You didn’t expect it.

You had such a good time when he offered to walk you home; he ended up on your couch, talking with you for hours about everything you could think about. You hadn’t laughed so hard in years, but eventually, he had to leave.

So you didn’t expect it when, on Christmas Eve, you open your door to see Kakashi with Pakkun and two big bags of food, with a close-eyed smile.

“Kakashi!”

“I hope you don’t mind, but that day you said you would spend Christmas alone and, well… it was my case as well,” he chuckles. “So I thought it would be nice if we spent it together.”

Pakkun barked as if to prove his owner’s point.

You felt your eyes stinging, tears forming, and immediately let them in, “Please, come in.”

Never, in a hundred years, would you imagine this turn of events.

“Are you okay?”, Kakashi asked when he noticed your red eyes, approaching you carefully after putting the food bags on the table.

“I’m…” you looked at him, at Pakkun, at the food. You looked at the alcohol you were about to open, also on the table. Your lips tremble, but you smile, “I’m happy.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #kakashi hatake x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi #x reader #naruto #fluff #fanfic

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Neighbor rivalry ft. Satoru Gojo

Day 03 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you and your neighbor keep bickering about who has the most beautiful christmas-decorated house in the street.

word count — 1.3k

content — enemies to lovers, fluff, lots of swearing, gojo is a menace and implied to be a tsundere, they’re just silly kids (not literally)

notes — third day! I actually wanted to keep all those fics under 1k words but I got carried away and almost kept writing, I swear it would end up with 3k words and a smut if I wasn’t able to contain myself. I hope you enjoy this one <3

You didn’t want to admit how glamorous Satoru Gojo’s house looked, but it did.

Your obnoxious neighbor had made it his life mission to spend the entire year annoying the shit out of you by bragging how he won the “Best Outdoor Christmas Decorations Award” – which was a friendly competition between neighbors, but ignited a childish rivalry between the two of you.

Whenever you gathered together for parties or barbecues, it would always end in debates about a) how immature he was, and b) how he won. Your endless bickering amused everyone, though.

And it made you even more determined to win this year.

You grimaced at his house, groaning to yourself before focusing on your task: fixing the Christmas lights that were suspended from your roof. It was already hard to keep yourself steady on that ladder, but doing that while thinking about Gojo was on another level of torture.

“You shouldn’t try so hard, it won’t look as good as mine.”

Speaking of the devil…

You didn’t even need to look at him to know he was looking up at you with a big, devilish smile. Gojo was quick to destabilize you and get under your skin whenever you looked into his sky-blue eyes, always sparkling at you – so you didn’t.

“It won’t,” you hummed, disinterested. “It will look better.”

He scoffed, “You should only accept your defeat and move on…”

Your gaze finally found him; wearing baggy sweatpants, a sweater, slippers, and, of course, the smile you predicted.

“Did you really just leave your house to be a pain in my ass, you fucking grinch?” you asked when processed his outfit.

He gasped, pretending to be outraged, “Grinch! Me!? The one who loves Christmas the most!”

Tired of his antics, you sighed, dropping the hammer you were holding onto the box beside the ladder and getting ready to climb down. Maybe throw some punches.

When stepping down, you miscalculated the distance between one step and the other and lost your balance. A scream of pure horror left your lips, pretty sure you’d break a bone when the warmth of two arms caught you in the air.

Before you knew it, Gojo was holding you bridal style, your frightened eyes fluttering open to meet his widened ones, “You scared me for a moment there!”, he breathed out, his body relaxing when he realized danger was no longer present.

Still processing what had just happened, you put your hand on his chest and pushed lightly, a silent request to be put down – which he quickly obliged.

“Fuck, sorry, I’m just— so stressed!”, you grumbled while trying to calm your heartbeat. Everything escalated so quickly and your body couldn’t keep up, “You fucking stress me!”, you spat at last.

Almost falling and having Satoru Gojo, of all people, saving you; it was a sick joke. And you blamed him.

Gojo suddenly went quiet – unusually quiet –, and you could see him biting his lip and looking around awkwardly.

Without saying another word, he grabbed the hammer you had dropped a few moments earlier and simply climbed the ladder, “The fuck are you doing?”

“I’m finishing this for you,” he said so low you could barely hear him.

You watched, in utter disbelief, as Gojo hammered the nails into your roof and placed the Christmas in the places you first intended them to be. You didn’t know, but he did watch you decorating your garden and outdoors and he noticed your patterns, so it wasn’t hard for him to make it the way you wanted.

“You need help with anything else?”, the white-haired man asked casually as he climbed down the ladder, never looking directly at you, his ever so annoying smile gone.

“What is that now, Gojo? Stop acting nice, you don’t have to pretend you care about my decorations or about me,” your words held a hint of bitterness and resentment.

“What?” he finally lifted his eyes to meet yours, confliction hidden behind his irises. “I do care about you.”

You scoff, “Sure, Gojo. Go back to your Award Winner house, will you? I will handle things here,” you stopped to add, “By myself.”

Maybe it was the fright of almost falling or just tiredness of fighting, but you felt like you really couldn’t spend another second with Gojo without losing your mind. He truly got under your skin and you recognized it, he didn’t even do anything, but…

“I’m sorry for stressing you out so much, it was never my intention,” was what he said before leaving you alone.

You gulped, feeling a little guilty for lashing out at him. Your rivalry was never that serious, just something you’d actually laugh about at night before sleep, but recently it became sort of a different experience. Something about that damned man, that infuriating smile and maddening eyes – it made you want to scream at him.

Why, though?

You wish you knew.

You sighed and shook your head, trying to forget everything about him. You proceeded to decorate your outdoors a little more until the sun was setting, then you turned on all the lights and smiled to yourself with the results so far.

Entering your house, you took a hot shower before putting on the comfiest pajamas you found, going to the kitchen, and preparing some hot chocolate when your doorbell rang.

You took your time to take the hot chocolate off the stove and went to answer the door.

As you opened it, you almost regretted all your life choices; you regretted opening the door, you regretted putting on that fucking pajama, you regretted not drying your hair, you even regretted moving to that cursed neighborhood.

Because there stood Satoru Gojo with a big box in his hands and sky-blue puppy eyes.

“Hi,” he smiled without a care in the world, he smiled and didn’t care about your pajamas or wet hair, he smiled and a small part of you was grateful that he did.

It felt wrong when he stopped smiling earlier.

“Hi,” you said back, uncertain of why he was there.

“Your house looks so beautiful tonight,” he started and, if you didn’t know Gojo, you’d say he was blushing. “More beautiful than mine.”

You blinked slowly, blood rushing quickly to your cheeks as your heart beat faster with the compliment and in a second you were blushing as well.

Oh.

“Oh,” you didn’t know what to say. What was there to say? What did he want? “Thank you, Gojo.”

“I brought you the best decorations I could find– some I believe that would suit you,” he continued and you noticed how uneasy he looked.

He practically shoves the box he was holding into your arms, but you accept it without a single complaint, “Thank you, but… why?”

“I like you.”

The declaration hung in the air like a mistletoe above your heads, the tension immediately installed, thoughts of should we kiss? and is this the best moment? filling both of your minds, mixed with the embarrassment of an unexpected circumstance.

“I’ve liked you for a long time and I mess with you because…” he looked away. “I don’t know, I just like to spend hours teasing you and having you teasing me back, but I never meant to actually make you feel any kind of bad–”

“Gojo,” you interrupted him. He was talking too much and that was new information you still didn’t know how to process. The mere thought of Satoru Gojo liking you seemed too surreal to be true. “You don’t need to apologize, just…”

You didn’t know why, but a ghost of a smile started forming on your lips. You could feel it tugging on your face, a warm feeling embracing your heart as you took in the image of your obnoxious neighbor standing at your front door. The way he got under your skin…

“I just prepared some hot chocolate. Do you want to come in?”

Gojo’s eyes lightened up instantly, a sparkle you’ve never seen before shining among his blues. He nodded and took a step to enter your house, which he had never entered before.

He crossed your walls and made himself at home.

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[bysaber]

Missing your partner ft. Levi

Day 10 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — with the holidays coming, you can’t help but miss your husband, who’s away on a mission.

word count — 333

content — just you missing levi, codependency hinted, fear of loss, angsty

notes — a few hours late but still!!! smaller one <3

The Christmas lights are on, but you can’t feel the comfort they usually bring you.

Sitting on your couch, a blanket wrapped around your body while drinking a cup of tea, you try to relax after a long day, to think about happy things.

But you find it hard to do so when your soul longs for the presence of your husband, who’s away on a mission.

The loneliness strikes hard on nights like these, when you have no company but all the things that make you think about him. Your house itself, the one you’ve built together; Levi Ackerman is in each part of it, and you see him wherever you look.

Truth is, you find it hard to live normally without him. His pouty face, witty remarks, and, above all, his love for you. Levi is so integrated into your life that every time he leaves, it’s like he is taking a part of yourself with him.

And with the Holidays coming, your loneliness feels worse than ever.

To think you will have to celebrate it without him, your heart shrinks. It is unfair, and you hate the world a little. You hate it for taking this little moment of happiness from you and, mostly, for taking it from him.

Levi deserves happiness more than anyone.

And yet, he’s out there being the Humanity’s Strongest. Trying to save lives, trying to give his best. You love him for it, God, you really do. But you also want to protect him a little, spare his feelings.

Spare his life.

You can’t even be sure if he will even come back home.

The tears roll down your cheeks like they usually do when Levi’s away, the fear of the unknown taking over as your heart aches.

Curling up on the couch, with only a blanket to warm your body and the tea long forgotten, you cry as the Christmas lights illuminate your face.

And you pray your lover will return safely to you.

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[bysaber]

can’t stop thinking about how obito is a lover boy by heart but also a lunatic. he fell for you when you were still young and nothing was ever that serious but he never lets go, he can’t let go. even if destiny has different plans for the both of you, he will defy it and force himself back into your life because he knows that’s where he belongs – beside you, the only one he loves.

I just see him going out of his way for you, to make you realize you need him as bad as he needs you. you’re the reason why he breathes. you’re his whole life. he gotta marry you, keep you, build a life with you.

he will make sure you understand that.

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