Untied Laces

untied laces

shinichiro sano x femreader!

wc: 1.3k

fluff mostly

note: this is my another piece for the friends with benefits collab from the lovely @kshira ✹ hope you all enjoy it

it was late at night, and the breeze from the small lake that was in front of you caressed your face in a lullaby. it has been your special place since middle school. a small remote spot under a bridge near some old buildings where you biked together after classes. shinichiro was there by your side, as always. you had your head on his shoulder as he whistled a song you remember hearing multiple times on his motorcycle shop’s radio, just looking at the reflection of the darkness in the water

the connection floating in the air you both inhaled went beyond what people commonly call friendship. because friendship has limits, limits that most of the time are broken to transform into something stronger, more intimate, a relationship. what everyone calls conventional, what people wantonly swallow, what fools settle for. but the things between him and you were about something far beyond that, more significant. two soulmates who didn't necessarily needed to have a name to call themselves, to the things you’ve done

and indeed, there were strong emotions in every moment you have spent together, like in the kisses you shared in the privacy of an empty park at night, or when you showered together. but at the same time, there was the latent bond of an unbreakable friendship. after once succumbing to your deepest desires, things were never the same. and not because of the fact of surrendering, but because of what had changed that day. something unstoppable and loud, but at the same time so serene that never presented a disturbance

it has always been shinichiro and you, everyone knew it, everyone noticed it. but still, you always seemed to find a place somewhere in the corner, to hide. and enjoy every single second together without a the need of a label

just like in this instant

-what are you thinking about?- his voice rang in your ears and you felt the way his chest vibrated with the sound

-i’m thinking about you- he chuckled after your answer, and you played along, trying to keep things nicely. cause you knew deep in your mind that it will not last long after what you have to say. it's been on your mind for weeks, bothering you

-you finally fell in love with me?- he always joked around with that. was he really in love with you? you weren’t sure. but it was the same for you. at this point, it was useless trying to make it up

-in your dreams, creep-

-no but for real, everything good?- and he always knew what to say too. as if he had some kind of external power that whispered your thoughts in his ear without you noticing, resulting basically impossible to hide things away from him

-yeah, i mean- so why hiding them? -i do have something to tell you-

-is it bad? or- his eyes reflected the most subtle concern and you already felt like drowing in the water that flowed before you, was the most suitable option

-no, well, i don’t know- an unfunny laugh escaped from your mouth, but it sounded more like a whimper. infecting it to shinichiro, as a mechanism to withstand the fear that grew within him

from being in a totally calm and common atmosphere for you, it seemed that time stopped for a moment to deprive you out of oxygen

-just spit it- so you did. took a deep breath in and 

-i'm leaving to work with an aunt who lives on the other side of the country for a while, because she'll do me a favor. this job it’s a great opportunity to achieve what i want to do in the future, but-

-you scared me to death! i thought you’d said something horrible!- shinichiro interrupted you, eliciting a little jump from your body in amusement. his hands went to scratch his hair in relief 

-shin, but-

-i’m so glad for you. how long?- the bombardment of his questions made everything you wanted to say get bottled up on the tip of your tongue. growing, and growing

-shin, wait- and growing, and growing

-we are having goodbye sex, right? oh, and you have to send me letters or something cool like that, keep me updated. mikey too, you know he will get jealous, and emma-

-shinichiro! don’t say that!- until it all just popped off in a a mixture of laughter and high-pitched sobs -i don’t want to leave you- and then just desperate tears of realization came out. was he guilty about it? probably

-hey- his voice softened and his eyes looked down, thinking of something to say, but it was hard. and even if he has already dealt with hard things in his life, any blow he has received, as painful as it may be, has been expected. but this?

-the laces on your shoes is untied-

you lifted your head and looked at him with puffy, watered eyes, while he got up from where he was sitting, to kneel before your leg stretched out on the grass and start tying the messy laces

-i really don’t mind, shinichiro- 

-but you should, cause if you don’t, you’ll fall and i don’t want that- certainly falling wasn’t the problem, because he will always be there to, probably not catch you, but maybe fall with you too. that’s how things were, how you always liked them to be

a couple of years was the answer you gave him. and no matter that an emptiness began to engulf his heart, he tried not to show it. a lot of things could happen in that period of time, but he will be okay, right? you are coming back to see him again, and he’ll be just fine

he snapped out of those thoughts from his head when he heard you bawling in your hands, trying to cover your face

it's hard to even think about it because you've been together for so long

-hey! don’t go crying on me, you said it. it’s a great opportunity, go ahead- and he smiled, just like every single time. that grin so particular from him, gentle. because he genuinely was glad about it, he wanted nothing more than the achievement of your dreams. just like when you supported him with the whole thing of his gang when you were younger, full of concern, or when the opening of his store happened. together, always together -i’ll be just here, waiting for you. don’t worry about it, okay?-

and no words came out of you after that

he stood up and you did the same, in silence. two silhouttes by the light of the moon, staring at each other for a couple of seconds to finally mold into an embrace

-i’ll always be here to tie your shoes, y/n-

Would please write a fic abt Chifuyu having to sneak into his girlfriend's house after her strict parents grounded her for some bs reason? Sorry for bothering you, it's just that i really love that trope (and if you can make it nsfw i would be really thankful)

not a bother at all, anony ♡ (answering this a few months late .. hopefully you'll still see this)

18+ characters, chifuyu x fem! reader, minors do not interact. 1.8k

Maybe you HAVE been spending too much time on your phone... maybe your grades HAVE been going down just a little bit... but it's not fair to be grounded at home by your parents. In this time you did manage to save your grades... but your strict parents did not let you outside to have any fun. The brief moments you get to talk to your friends at school were your saving grace... especially your boyfriend who you spent every moment of free time with.

Chifuyu Matsuno, a former middle school delinquent that your parents would never approve of. But you saw beyond that side of him: he was incredibly patient and loved you just as much as he cared for cats and his closest friends. However, he's not the biggest fan of your current situation and having to hide your relationship from your parents.

Planting a kiss on your cheek, he sighed. "When can we hang out outside of school? There's only so much we can do at school..." He forced a laugh out to show he was joking but he couldn't help but reveal his true thoughts.

"I know, this has been going on a while... My parents are so strict, I'm sorry..." He pinched your cheeks with his fingers, making you let out a noise.

"Don't apologize dumbass. It's okay. We'll figure it out." Chifuyu let out a boyish and toothy smile, letting you know everything will be alright. He squeezed your hand to comfort you and gave you even more kisses before parting ways. He walked you home afterschool every afternoon he could, but he could never take you all the way to your doorstep, afraid of being caught by your parents.

You didn't expect for him to show up later that Friday night. In classic romcom fashion, he threw pebbles at your window to get your attention. "What are you doing?!" You whisper yelled at the blond boy. Your room was up on the second floor, so you had to look down at him while he climbed up the tree by your window. "You're gonna get caught, please go home!"

"Aww, after all the effort I made to get here?" He whined once he reached a safe branch to sit on. "Come on, it's a special day today! I thought it would be nice to celebrate our one-year anniversary together... but I'll go home if you want me to."

Oh. It completely slipped your mind... His puppy-dog eyes pleaded desperately for you to let him in through the window. You didn't know how much longer that branch was going to hold up either... "Hurry inside, you're gonna fall off the tree." His face lit up as he pulled himself inside. He tried to move as quietly as possible, knowing your parents were inside but you managed to get him.in your room.

"Uhm... sorry I wasn't expecting guests. My parents are downstairs watching a movie, so we'll have to be quiet, okay?" He nodded as he looked around your room. It was his first time in your room physically so he took in his surroundings.

Chifuyu sat down on your bed and laid down. "Climbing trees takes a lot out of you, ya know?" You giggled at his fatigue and handed him a water bottle he quickly downed.

You stood awkwardly by your own bed, not knowing what to do. "So... you're here. How did you want to spend our anniversary together?" He gestured a come hither motion with his hands and you laid down next to him in bed. You cuddled and touched him at school, but this was different... A lot more intimate than in public. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed against your chest.

Keeping his voice down in a hushed tone, he spoke in your ear. "I'll stay quiet so your parents don't catch us... but I really missed you, babe." He nibbled at your ear and you smiled back fondly. This was new... he never took the intimacy too far knowing that you were still a virgin and your strict parents would kill you if they knew you had a boyfriend. It's a miracle that you've been together for this long. Chifuyu thought hard about what he would do for your first time... "Can I please... um... get you off? I really want to make you feel good for your first time."

"G-get me off?" You, however, were still innocent and unsure about how any of that worked. "Hmm..." Chifuyu knew how pure you were, seeing that you never touched yourself before he came around.

...

A few months ago when you still had your phone, one night you called him and admitted the... tingly feelings you felt down there to him. "I-it feels really funny... like an itch I don't know I should scratch."

He was a little confused but read in-between the lines. "It does sound funny... Wh-what do you think caused it?" He will not admit it to you but he was jerking off to you right before you called him, so his dick was still in his hand.

"It happened because I thought about you s-so..."

"Oh? What about me?"

"Y-your um... well... When you hugged me from behind earlier today and I felt something hard against my b-butt... It felt good. I didn't know what it was so I ignored it but... Wh-why do I feel so... needy right now?" Chifuyu stroked his length while you admitted how turned on you got because of his hard on. "C-chifuyu... should I touch myself down there?"

He choked back a groan and coughed to hide his indecent thoughts from you. "Ahem- um... yes. I think you would feel really good if you touched yourself down there. Have you done it before?"

"N-no... M-my parents said it's not, um... sanitary. But, I really feel like I need to be touched down there..."

A devilish smirk appeared on his face. "Forget about your parents. Just listen to me, okay? Just do what I tell you to do. Go lie down on your bed for me and cover yourself under your covers. That way, your parents can't see if they do walk in."

"O-okay." You do as he says, obeying every word. You hear wet noises from his end as well, making you feel even more funny, but you don't question it. "Done... now what?"

"Put your fingers in your mouth to get them ready. I want to hear you suck on them, but be quiet, okay?" You giggled at the silly request but followed his orders anyway.

"Mmhm... okay. This feels so wrong..."

"We can stop at any time. Just hang up on me of you don't feel comfortable, yeah?" Chifuyu did not want to stop, his stiff cock leaking with precum and making a mess all over his lap.

"I don't wanna stop. It feels nice following your orders. Tell me what to do next, I feel so funny down there..."

"Patience, baby. Can you go under your shirt and play with your nipples first? Grab your boobs and squeeze them for me, please?" You tease at your breasts and let out a soft moan when you realized how hard and sensitive your nipples were. "Fuck- I mean- You're doing great, baby."

"Chifuyu, I feel really... good touching my boobs... Can I feel even better?"

"Yeah, you can. Slip your fingers down your pants and panties and rub yourself down there."

"W-why am I so wet down here? It's so sticky..." You rubbed your wet pussy with your fingers and made erotic noises from down there. Up and down, you explored your own body for the first time. Your little folds were enjoying being touched and you felt gross... but it felt so good...

Chifuyu stroked his cock up and down to your little noises coming from your mouth and your hole. "Oh, you must be so wet, huh? I can hear it from here. Rub little circles around your wet parts, that will feel really good... Such a good girl, obeying my orders..."

"C-chifuyu... mmhm..." You felt so hot and bothered being covered by your blanket and how his dirty talk made you feel some kind of way. "I-I want you. I-" You heard your parents walking up the stairs. "G-gotta go." Reluctantly, you had to hang up on him even though you didn't want to. You texted him that you were sorry before you had to put your phone away.

...

Since then, you haven't brought up your funny feelings to him but... you definitely felt your funny feelings when he pressed up against you.

You nodded silently. "Yeah? You still want me-" You kissed him to shut him up. "Mmhm- fuck me, settle down first, baby. So needy..." You grinded against his body unconsciously, desperately needing his attention. "Cutie..." His hands groped your breasts, feeling your tits and rolling your nipples in his fingers. "So soft and cute, your expression is adorable." Your quiet moans spilling from your mouth were covered by your own hand, not wanting to attract attention.

"You're doing such a good job right now..." Chifuyu slipped his hand under your waistband. "Can I?"

"Yes," you pleaded in a hushed tone. "Please..." His fingers teased over your panties, rubbing just above where you really wanted to be touched.

"You're so wet..." He slipped his finger inside you to see how you react. "So tight too..." With his thumb rubbing your clit while pumping his other fingers inside of you, he aimed to make you cum on his fingers. "Wonder if I could make you feel really good..." Your voice cracked and his free hand went to cover your mouth. "Shh... can you cum for me?"

The lack of air and all the pleasure down there sent you over the edge and your spongy walls convulsed around his fingers, cumming all over his hand. Your slick trickled down your hole and you gasped for breath as your orgasm washed over you in waves.

"So cute, baby..." He kissed you and continued pumping his finger in you as you came.

...

"It's fine. Just, wait- you don't need to do anything... hhah-" You stroked his length with your hands and jerked him off enthusiastically.

"Y-you did all that work for me... least I could do is return the favor..." He couldn't hold it in, he was hard for the longest time and ended up cumming all over your hands and your stomach.

"F-fuck, 'm sorry... didn't mean to cum so early..."

You licked the white liquid that came out of him... "Don't apologize, you taste good, hehe~

"Can you stay the night? Please?" You begged him to stay, knowing it would be dangerous with your parents being around. "I promise, you can leave in the morning when they both leave for work..."

"Your parents aren't home tomorrow? ...Well, I think we can have a bit more fun together, don't you think?"

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!! it means the world

and also thank you for taking your time to read it, i'm so glad you enjoyed it

💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌

the one

itadori yuuji x femreader!

wc: 1.5k

angst, fluff (kinda¿)

note 1: this is my entry for my lovely @kshira ’s friends with benefits collab ! hope u all like it ✦

note 2: click here to listen to the song that inspired this whole thing. yes, i headcanon yuuji as a 2000’s kid and a die hard limp bizkit fan

note 3: tagging @yuujispinkhair bc i know you love yuuji just as much as i do, hope u enjoy it ! have a nice one <3

-hey, can i grab one of your shirts?-

Keep reading

what is this. what the fuck is this.

writing skills out of this world, simply amazing

𝗟𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘆

Pairing: Kishibe/Female Reader

Summary: Warm, almost timid lighting for the eyes, the lusting smell of smoke for the nose, and lastly, the accessible taste of alcohol for each tongue. An old fashioned bar is where you found yourself, a shabby establishment you would say. You had only hoped that Kishibe hadn't stood you up again like he had done many times in the past, this was important to you. And time was not so limitless for you. To think of the devil means to resurrect them, and Kishibe was there for company, and you think you'll stay for one more drink for the night.

Word Count: 2037 words

Authors Note: Hello again. This is actually a bonus chapter for my Beam/Female Reader oneshot 'Mistress' I posted a while back. But I realized it could sorta stand as its own fic, so i’m posting it. You can read this without reading my Beam fic and not have too many questions. Now please enjoy. Comments and Reblogs are always appreciated.

Chainsaw Man Masterlist

Death was always just the next step in your warped mind. For a long time, mainly throughout your childhood, you daydreamed about your death, and wondered constantly about what happens after the end. The thoughts started after the Gun Devil massacre, after your two siblings and many others died. Before their deaths you never thought about the end of life, or what happened after the flower decayed. All you knew, as an eight year old, that after all those people bled it was hell on earth. And many lost their faith, many children like yourself lost faith, and the future generation was stuck living a life that was lost.

In your teen years, near the end of high school, you came to a solution; to what exactly happened after death. Hell, nothing. Endlessness, nothingness. And that is what you saw as utter peace. Why care about anything if at the end of every story was just nothing. You thought that for a long time, until one day you saw a beam of light in a solemnly dark well, a light that never stopped shining for you. And now that solution has shifted. Death was still empty and meaningless, but that beam was absent at death. You are self aware enough to realize this. That when you died Beam would have it hard, struggle, and you would be alone yet again with regrets you didn’t understand. He was your only regret in life and death.

The building you found yourself currently residing in was zippy. Warm, almost timid lighting for the eyes, the lusting smell of smoke for the nose, and lastly, the accessible taste of alcohol for each tongue. An old fashioned bar is where you find yourself, a shabby establishment you would say. The rustic brick walls looked and felt almost as rough as the stool cushions. You personally wouldn’t have been surprised if they hadn’t been washed; the cushions probably would have been placed there longer than you had been alive. The building smelled as if the building was on fire, if this bar had fire alarms they would go off constantly due to the cloud of smoke surrounding the area. You walked past an assortment of drunk chumps on your journey to the secluded area of the bar top, you didn’t bother to respond or turn a glance to any who spoke to you. All your mind wondered was if he came, and of course how pissed you'd be if he didn’t show up. You stop in your step, halting beside a seated, lone man. “You actually came, eh Kishibe?” You rested your hand inside your trench coat pockets, looking down at the man who hadn't raised a glance at you.

“Don’t you go feeling special. Just a good excuse to go out drinking,” he stated as he downed the last of his liquor, emptying the glass. “Better than drinking out alone,” he uttered, before finally bothering to look at you, the person who invited him here. Kishibe shamelessly eyed you down for a moment; you weren't wearing your devil-hunter attire like he was. You wore a beige cami top, noticelessly strapless despite the trench coat you wore. The brown trench covered your shoulders, and absorbed the smoke in the air. He brought his eyes back to your face, where he found your eyes boring into his eyes, unimpressed, searching for his soul. Kishibe, as insolent as he is, stared back into your void of a gaze and spouted his thoughts. “and you’re not too bad of a sight.” Your eyes narrowed further.

He’s just as you remembered, and you aren’t saying it was a good thing.  “Oh shaddup, would ya. I’m not interested in old men,” you barked, taking a seat beside the rugged man. “Whiskey on the rocks,” you shouted from your spot to the bartender. The man grumbled and nodded before beginning to cook up your drink, alongside your drink he began wordlessly refilling Kishibe’s, making it known that Kishibe is a ‘regular’. To think of the devil means to resurrect them as Kishibe speaks right after your thought. “I heard you signed a new contract,” he said, “with the Curse devil.” You didn’t deny it. “Yea, that I did. ‘Tis no secret.”

Kishibe digs through his large overcoat as he responds lazily. “That breaks the agreement between you and the Mermaid Devil.” If looks could kill, Kishibe would likely have you in a chokehold before that. Feels like he knows too much about your contract with that damn filthy devil. He was the one who recommended you talk up a contract with that devil when you first started out due to the advantage it would give you over your peers. You remember thinking he was going to come with you, but the bastard never showed up. That’s one of the many reasons why you always think he’s gonna stand you up. Despite that occurrence now being a little over eight years ago. “Yea, I already know,” you growled. “But why be faithful to a devil? That devil ain’t my spouse.” The bartender slid you your glass of whiskey, ice giggling inside, and sounded like wind chimes. Kishibe removed a box of unopened cigarettes, and he shrugged. “You’re not the committed type anyway.” You brought the cup of whiskey to your lips and took a sharp sip before responding. “Yea? Well neither are you, Kishibe.”

Smoke encased your front vision. You turn to find Kishibe now smoking a cigarette from a brand you didn’t know, leaning back in his seat. He stared up at the ceiling, the cigarette hanging from his scared mouth. “The Shark fiend,” he muttered in seemingly no direction. “Fiends partnering with devil hunters. What a buncha comedic shit. Funny you got talked into it.” He crudely placed his elbow on the bar top and grabbed his filled cup of rum. “By Makima I bet.” You dodged his statement, avoiding his morbid interest in your partnership with Beam. “Did you read my email fully or not.” You surely weren't here for chatter, you need a favor, it’s important; you took another sharp sip to ease your creeping nerves. He narrowed his eyes at you, removing the cigarette bud from his mouth to take a quick swig. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t read it. Wouldn’t you think?” Kishibe drowned his mouth, drinking damn near half of the liquor in his glass. “Haven’t talked in four years and you’re asking for favors. The audacity of devil hunters these days,” he grumbled, whipping his face.

It had indeed been four years since you and Kishibe were acquainted. It wasn’t as if back then you both were hanging out on a daily basis, it was just that Kishibe was the only devil hunter you knew. He had trained you and after you were sent to do your own thing you and Kishibe used to drink together once every few weeks. Not much nowadays. The last few years you’ve isolated yourself, until Makima partnered you with Beam, and a glimmer of light absorbed you from inside out. “I’d become an alcoholic if I hung with you too much. I keep a safe distance.” In response Kishibe dryly chuckled, sarcastically. A silence then absorbed the both of you, the sound of drunk patrons and ice hitting glass striking your ears.

You bring the glass of whiskey, and artlessly place your elbow on the bar top beside Kishibe's crudely placed elbow. How romantic, you sardonically thought. “I haven’t told my partner about my new contract,” you said out of the blue, to slowly build on to your request. Kishibe shrugged. “The fiend, eh? Why would you even bother?” Kishibes cup was empty again, and as he spoke smoke eagerily escaped. You turn to gaze at his face subtly. His side profile was sharp, scraggly facial hair showed and the stitched scar running across his left cheek from his mouth declaring its presence. The man was older than you, but that wasn’t why you respected him. You respected him…because he himself embodied life to you. Life's cruel joke.

“I need a favor. Only one,” you said. Kishibe’s eyes did not shift from anticipation nor surprise. He knew why you were here and was just waiting for you to spit it out. “Hurry up and shoot it.” After a second you state your favor, allowing yourself to be…somewhat vulnerable. Perhaps it's the little liquor in you. “I want Beam to be taken care of after I die. I don’t want him suffering when I’m gone,” you state openly. Kishibe’s silence and lack of response intoxicated you with anticipation. He did not blink, or really move, his eyes were still in thought. Smoke covered the dimmed lighted area where you both found yourselves that dilapidated night.

“…You’ve gotten soft over a fiend,” he surmised. “That’s surprising, especially for you.” Not the response you cared for. Honestly, you wanted a sufficient yes or no. Your eyebrows bunch and you unthinkingly lean closer to the man, now shoulder to shoulder. “Oh shaddup, would ya. Yes or no?” He still didn’t give you the response you wanted and he just began to light up another cigarette, throwing out the former one. “How much longer d’ya got?” He caught on rather quickly to your tale. You were telling him you were going to die just like every other devil hunter he’s ever drank with.

He kept his gaze on the burning cigarette in hand, exhaling smoke. Your silence ran on until hitting a finish line of comfort, where you confirmed his assumption. “…The Curse devil said not long. A month or so.” The ice in your whiskey had melted, decayed, sorta like how your life was dissolving by the day till some unknown fate you had no understanding of. “I see,” Kishibe muttered. He didn’t make eye contact, staring down at his foggy, empty glass that lacked substance. “And your last wish is for me to help this fiend,” he added. He was straight on point to your predicament.

The thought of Beam fluttered your heart, you wondered what he was doing now. Probably sleeping in his room at your apartment. If your bosses knew you left Beam alone in your home you’d surely get in trouble but you trusted Beam, you cared for him. “Beam is all I care for, and my only regret when I die.” Kishibe didn’t not speak, he did not interrupt you. “I want him to experience a wave of life, even without me,” you rambled. Kishibe shrugged. “Don’t go expecting me to die or get fired for a fiend or for you.” Kishibe, at that moment, did not understand your relationship with Beam. He just threw it out the window and placed it as you going officially mad.

However, he accepted your request. He’d at the very least try to help you, but like he said prior, he isn’t going to extremes for ya. At his confirmation, you landed your cheek in the palm of your hand, elbow still on the bar table. The dainted light from above hovered over both your hinged souls that lingered too close. “Sure, bud. Just don’t go telling people this, bastard,” you taunted, dryly. Kishibe didn’t break a sweat, nor show a reaction at the lack of distance between you now or your unwavering gaze on his side-profile. He won’t be swooned by a girl. “I would, if I cared enough to. Your business doesn’t interest me,” he mumbled.

You hadn’t paid attention to what he had said, you only boldly pulled the cigarette hanging from his mouth and took a swing, gaze not moving from his; a string of smoke addictively evading your throat. Kishibe watches unimpressively as you lean back into the rough stools and cover the bar in smoke. “Try not to get addicted,” he joked, eyes boring your appearance. Your eyes bloomed full of a struggling life, it reminds him of an old, calming wave at the beach. There was something he always liked about you, you reminded him of some distant memory he couldn’t restore.

You handed him his cigarette back, not dodging the intense gaze from his slanted eyes, and he proceeded to take a swing of the cigarette also. You watched him sluggishly as he had watched you. “I think I’ll stay for another drink,” you suggest. Kishibe’s dark eyes intensely stayed on yours as he handed you back the cigarette, smoke clouding your face, temporarily blocking your view of the man. His hand faintly touches yours as you take the cigarette from his grasp and repeat the process. “I think I’ll stay for the company,” he said in response. The night was young, and death was forgotten for a moment in time. Tomorrow is when reality will sink in the knives, and the realization that life and death were both equally cruel games will settle itself within.

Thank you for reading.

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the one

itadori yuuji x femreader!

wc: 1.5k

angst, fluff (kinda¿)

note 1: this is my entry for my lovely @kshira ’s friends with benefits collab ! hope u all like it ✦

note 2: click here to listen to the song that inspired this whole thing. yes, i headcanon yuuji as a 2000’s kid and a die hard limp bizkit fan

note 3: tagging @yuujispinkhair bc i know you love yuuji just as much as i do, hope u enjoy it ! have a nice one <3

-hey, can i grab one of your shirts?-

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