The One

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?-

you were both naked, smooth skin gleastening with a sheer layer of sweat that stayed over your bodies as a reminder of the previous heated encounter you just shared

a blush appeared in yuuji’s face when he found himself longing on your bare chest. so he looked away, realizing he had been shamelessly staring at you

it was an inescapable situation. nothing new, really. but certainly no less special to him. it has happened a thousand times by now, and even when everything was supposed to be just sex, there were feelings all over his mind and heart, and it was just too late to try and stop them from growing. so he’s been trying to keep it all down, all serene. as if a complete chaos didn't happen inside his being every time you stayed overnight 

-you don’t even have to ask me- his tone was smooth, still submerged in the bliss of the moment. while now, carefully observing the textures of the ceiling of his room. keeping himself occupied to ignore the desire he had to avert his gaze

-even the limp bizkit one?- you bit your tongue at the end of the question. it might seem as something simple, but that old piece of clothing meant way more than what it actually should

because your friendship comes from years back, years in which you were totally irrational, basically in the middle of puberty. and it was an unfortunate period, yes, but you could always count on each other. the bond has remained strong until today, and of course, with the addition of a couple of things that you never thought you’d be capable of doing together as thirteen year-olders

fucking, for example

-sure. just ‘cause it’s you-

you grabbed your panties from the floor and slipped them back on, walking to one of itadori’s drawers to grab what you were looking for

a black oversized shirt with the image of one of the band’s album cover on the front. the figures of five bald creatures over a pile of sausages just slightly vanished from all the use over the years. it’s yuuji’s absolute favorite

chocolate starfish and the hotdog flavored water. limp bizkit

you fucking hated that name

but nevertheless, you put it on and walked towards the bed where he was laying, taking little jumps and modelling it for him. he smiled brightly at you, leaning on one elbow to be able to see you better

-how do i look?- after a few more ridiculous poses, you climbed back to yuuji’s side and straddled his hips

-it fits you way better than me- he exclaimed breathless, while the blush returned to his cheeks and ears. but that was not the only thing he found difficult to hide, the look that escaped from his infinite brown eyes only showed how much he was devoted to you, to your whole being

-of course it does. when i see you wearing it, i automatically think of high school and i feel sorry for your poor self- unfortunately, you never saw it cause it’s something you are used to. because "a twinkle in the eye is just a twinkle in the eye”, you just laughed and rolled with him in the sheets. never noticing

all a game to you, all friendship. as it should be for him too

-hey!- until he was the one on top now, and all the playful aura was minimized to your cheek being caressed with one of his long fingers and the tucking of your disheveled hair behind your ears, tenderly

itadori always gives the impression of being very rough with everything he touches. ever since he was a little boy, his hands have been scarred from all the times he's been too harsh with something. but with you, he has always been delicate

in all those nights where he held your nude figure under his, breathing in your ear, calling your name in a murmur. the times he held your hand for no particular reason while you walked together. the times he hugged you for your birthday, or when you accomplished something important, or when you reunited after weeks of not seeing each other, or when you cried

he always takes you in the most fragile way he can manage. because if he does it abruptly, his heart is convinced that you will break into pieces, and he will never be able to grasp you again. that is why he takes care of you, as he has never taken care of anything. that is why he loves you, like he's never loved anyone

even though he is aware you don't really feel the same

-do you remember the day you got this shirt?-

he smiled at the memory and kept on listening to you. blocking all the crescent bad thoughts from his head, as he was used to

-when we ran under a scorching sun, one of those days of our summer vacations to go and get the newest released cd from this band at a record store that was at the other side of town, because you couldn’t stop bothering me?- -of course i do! is still the best album i’ve ever heard. and the shirt was on sale! it was totally worth the 27 calls i made to your house to wake you up- you pinched his arm and he shivered, holding in a smirk. he is fine with this, his brain screamed, this is enough -my mom is still mad at you, by the way. and all because you were in love with fred durst, you freak-  -i still am! i wanted to be like him so bad when we were on high school- at least he admitted it. laughter bubbled up effortlessly, between the pillows of the bed, filling the room with am unexplainable serenity -oh yes, i remember. you never took off this shirt, wearing those awful baggy pants, and that red MLB hat placed backwards on your head- it was painful to the sight to even think about it, abominable, a disaster, a halloween costume gone wrong used as a daily outfit -dear fuck, i forgot about the hat- you laughed together once again and he hugged you by the waist, hiding in the crook of your neck to bask in your scent one more time. while his brain shouted about this being enough, his heart refused it and went louder

if only you knew

and you could, you really could know everything. all about the desire in his soul, the way he’s been feeling for as long as he can remember

but he also found himself in denial. he was not interested in ruining what you have. it's all casual to you, you are basically best friends and you’ve been fuck buddies for a while now. it’s great this way. why messing it up?

cliché feelings are for the weak, right? -you know, jokes aside- even when he's become an expert at hiding his emotions over the years, there are times when he can't help but be honest with you. yuuji is like that, expressive, kind. and sometimes, he ends up hurting himself -i’m really glad you were the one i share those memories with. that cd really has some special tunes and you listened to all of them for me- the one, he was referring to that song. he always listened to it and thought about you, about how he meant every lyric, how he believed you were the one for him. but he never talked more about it, about it’s meaning

because, even if he never told you explicitly, the first song he asked you to listen to was that one. covered under the pretext that he really liked that “it was different from what he used to listen” and a bunch of lies that he doesn't even remember anymore. not a single clue about what he truly meant, that he was dedicating it to you. but still, he was hoping you'd maybe notice by yourself, just like now

you are his everything already, you just haven’t realized it yet

and it’s probably better if it remains like that

-yeah, no problem. i’m glad about it too- and after that, a minimal silence stood as a thin barrier between the two of you, comfortably. for a second, itadori was afraid that his thoughts were so loud that they could be heard and echoed in the said barrier. but before it could happen, he got interrupted

-yuuji- you whispered poking his ribs, earning his attention once again -hm?- looking down at you, he waited for your response, now calmly. with you in his embrace, he felt like floating. if only things were always like this, if only you were entirely his

-you still have it?- your eyes were glowing while staring at yuuji’s face, in an expectant way. sitting up and smiling brightly -the cd?- he mentioned, as he sit up too, to be at your level. always searching for your proximity, for your warmth. and you nodded at his question -of course i do, it’s my favorite after all- 

his favorite because of all your memories together. afternoons in his grandfather’s house when you were younger, walking home together, making schoolwork and failing math tests, eating cold noodles at lunch, sharing songs and dancing foolishly in his room at midnight

then going to college, your awkward first time together and the nice ones that came next, the way he trembles lightly when he finishes and the way he loves to hear you moaning his name, how your hands always dance around each other, spending days in his apartment, still eating cold noodles at lunch and still dancing foolishly all over his room at midnight. it’s you, it’s always been you

-so, can we listen to it together again?-

and he thought to himself again, this is fine,

this is enough for me

understanding everything has never been my deal maybe you have crossed my path to live inside of me or maybe you're the reason why i'm losing all my decency but

i believe that you and me we could be so happy and free inside a world of misery and i believe that you and me we could be so inside of you, inside of me 'cause this could be the one this could be the one this could be the one this could be the one

i want you to stay and blow me away, away, away, away

♬ ♬

BLOSSOMS OF INK (I)┊TATTOO ARTIST!GETO

❍ pairing : f. reader x Getō Suguru

❍ genre : fluff, smut

❍ word count : 8.9k

❍ summary : suguru and satoru run a studio together. little did you know you were getting out of there with a new work of art on your skin and a date with the tattoo artist up your sleeve.  ❍ content warning : pet names (petal, angel), reader has tattoos, long and curly hair, teasing, mention of nipple piercings (gojo), dick piercing (geto), oral (f and m receiving), doggystyle, choking kink

tags : @suget @yuujilove @getosbunny​ @goodsoupp​

♡ : hi everyone! this is the first part of my upcoming series about tattoo artist!geto. I must say this has become one of my favourite things to work on. hope you’ll like this one and see you soon with other parts!  

feedback and any type of interactions are super appreciated !

MDNI

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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-

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Decided to make me in casual style and Toman uniform

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i miss him every single day

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Pairing: Aki Hayakawa/Female Reader

Summary: Midnight chatter happened mindlessly below your home. Open and shut lights from various effects flickered through your apartment's grand window opening. A light fog encased the windows in a hug, a warning of the chill that couldn't be raised to rest outside. A night of just you and your fiancé, Aki. The proposal was sudden and abrupt. Weeks ago when Aki abruptly proposed to you, he sang the loveliest things to your ears. You never expected Aki to be one for marriage, you had accepted that long ago in your relationship. His proposal was so sudden, it was as if something forced him to abruptly decide to spend the rest of his life with you and switch his opinion on marriage. Besides that, though you had your troubles, the love between you two was a sure thing. A reward was in place.

Word Count: 1351 Words

Authors Note: Finally finished this. Isn’t my best work but eh, isn’t the worst read either. Just wanted to post something short and sweet. I’ve been busy with other things that I forgot I had the ability to write lol. But yeah, Reblogs and Comments are always appreciated. Didn’t have time to proof read so tell me if you see any major grammar mistakes! Have a nice day/night/evening.

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Midnight chatter happened mindlessly below your home. Open and shut lights from various effects flickered through your apartment's grand window opening. A light fog encased the windows in a hug, a warning of the chill that couldn't be raised to rest outside. Nowadays, you often find yourself with a pip in your step, a smile on your face and a welcoming aurora. Despite the harsh winter breezes bringing haunting thoughts to many others, you were happy and struggle-free. Well, somewhat. Though the overwhelming weather pushes men to their limit, it only tends to sooth your love-drunk mind. You loved the winter passionately. You loved the snow, and the feeling of piercing-cold winds embracing you thoroughly. Good memories of yours came from winter. You moved to Tokyo, for example, in the season, and met the man you now called your fiance. A recent jubilation of winter, being Aki’s proposal.

The proposal was sudden and abrupt. Weeks ago when Aki abruptly proposed to you, he sang the loveliest things to your ears. Swearing that he'll love you like a brother; a strong love and bond that can't be easily broken. He vowed that he'd treat you like a childhood friend and forever respect you like a true lover, for as long as he lived. His words brought tears of joy down your broad eyes. You never expected Aki to be one for marriage, you had accepted that long ago in your relationship. His proposal was so sudden, it was as if something forced him to abruptly decide to spend the rest of his life with you and switch his opinion on marriage. At the time you hadn’t thought much of the matter, overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips against yours as you accepted. His dialog of promise was beautifully sincere. He didn't need to say ‘I love you.’ His words of devotion were more than enough. He made you feel his flourished love.

You weren't naive, however. After the death of Himeno—he was noticeably distant for weeks and he had a shift in character. You didn't push him to talk. You only allowed things in your relationship to go on halt and become just…bleak. Right after his injuries succeeding the event was healed, he soon went back to normal once he started working again. Aki briefly explained how he was signing a new contract with another devil around this time. He never told you what devils he was signed to, he didn't want you to know, and you didn't want to know either. It was an unspoken, neutral understanding between you two. All you want is to be with Aki. You understood he wouldn’t change careers and the way he saw life. And so you decided to love him for as long as you can. And Aki wanted to stay with you, and love you. He wanted to live a nice life separate from his work.

And that simple, domestic life was with you. For the time being, he was okay with it. He was okay with it being temporary. You blurred his world.

Clatter came from the kitchen, Aki’s ears picked up. He aimlessly listened to you speak whatever was on your mind as you cooked. Today was a rare night where he was free from Denji and Power to be with you. He wouldn’t call this a date night, mostly because he expected better from himself regarding dates. Hell, he didn’t remember the last time he had treated you to anything.

You stirred the pot, the gas stove you stood in front of lightly lit. "Come on Aki, you have to put more effort into it if ya wanna to win!" Your modest apartment was clouded with light smoke from the oven below and Aki’s hanging cigarette. Almost a week ago while Aki and you were on a simple walk around town, your eyes picked up a poster. A sword fighting event. You eagerly signed him up despite his protest. You nudged him. Telling him a change in taste would be fun. And with that he agreed to participate.

Aki’s elbows rested on your kitchen counter. He put out his cigarettes in the makeshift cigarette tray you gave him. He eyed the pot you stopped stirring. "If you're the prize then I don't know what I can do to deserve that,” he muttered tirelt, eyes stuck on watching your form. Your eyes grow warm, you both make eye contact. You tilt your head, smiling. "Bias don't you think? I'll always choose you, even if you're the loser and don't deserve me." Aki smiled at your comment before chuckling lightly and turning his gaze away from yours.

You placed the stirring spoon away and turned off the head as you checked on the rice. "Are you able to stay for dinner?” You begin stating your real motive. The motive that often drove your fiancé away, ironically. “I wanted to start planning for the wedding together." Aki, as expected by now, went silent. Since the day he proposed those many weeks ago you both hadn't planned for the wedding. Your parents were starting to doubt the marriage. It didn’t help that they never really liked Aki due to his risky occupation and stoic demeanor. He stood from the stool. "I can't,” he said, hand in slacks pockets. You try to hide your disappointment by turning away, but your hanging rubdowns show your feelings fully. "But, I'll be back tomorrow,” he added, moving to stand beside you.

You try nodding, to hide your letdown, but instead you end up staring down at the black rice cooker flashing green, and not looking at your so-called fiancé. The city's chatter from below drowned out your thoughts, and you found yourself still of movement, and a warm face. Aki’s hand caressed your cheek lightly, warming them. He sighed, wanting to look down at the tile floor but instead kept his gaze straight on you. "Hey, look at me," he said. Slowly, you look up in his deep green eyes, he rubs your cheek in awardance. He began to promise sincere words. “I promise you that I'll be here tomorrow night. And we'll plan the wedding then, I'll even cook dinner for you." You stared. To be honest, you didn't want to argue, you still felt upset. You just wanted this conversation to be over so that you can drown in your anger.

"Fine,” you state, your voice cold and dry. He sighed again, removing his hand, noticing your mood. "I don't want to leave things like this," he states truthfully. He rubs your cheek with his palm. "Award me with a smile,” he demanded You pout, turning away from his admittingly charming gaze. You speak through your filled cheeks. "You don't deserve an award,”you muttered. Resisting the urge to cross your arms like a child. He pinched your cheek.

“You said it yourself. Even if I'm the loser you'll give me the reward?" Your stomach flutters inside for some reason. Damn it, he got you there. "Fine you got me there,” you admit defeat. You squeeze his shoulder, staring sternly into his eyes. “Seriously though, you promise you'll come back tomorrow.” He watches as you make three to go plates. He nods. "I promise you." he says, his voice sincere as it has always been. You stop your actions and smile. “Then I’ll believe you, Aki,” you said before continuing your task.

He nodded to himself, eyes distant in a thought. He couldn't bring himself to tell you that he'll die in two years, he just couldn't. You didn’t deserve to be saddened by how little time you both have left. Because even when the night sky comes falling, even when the sun doesn't shine on him, he will always have faith in you and him. So as long as your hand is entwined with his, he'll always cherish the sweet memories of you loving him. Even when it's his time to die, he can live simply with you until then. 'Cause the love he has for you is the surest thing in his decaying life.

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