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— recently written [06.02.2023]

‣ kill gojo, s. gojo, under the influence || g. suguru, kiss me more, dabi.

astronomy

pairing: nanami kento x f! reader

genre: angst

wc: 1,5k

an: this is the first chapter of the story i will be releasing soon! tell me if you want more :)

marriage.

many people fantasize about being married.

to many, the idea of marriage is pure bliss. the thought of being together amidst the misunderstandings, pain, and marriage blues, the happiness, the shared home, the matching rings, the memories, creating a family, and the promises of forever regardless every arrow that shoots the heart of the relationship.

and as many wedding vows go, 'to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. this is my solemn vow.' they entail one of many things, but mainly, to be together and cherish one another regardless of what happens.

but to some, that wasn't the case, and you wish you found out sooner, you wish you found out that you were part of the some, and not that many.

marriage is the biggest scam that you fell for in your whole life. the vows, the wedding, the rings, every single bit and piece of it is a horrid scam that you find yourself to be the victim of.

the marriage that lays upon your shoulders isn't bliss and happiness, it isn't nothing but a waste of money, yet a waste of life as well.

the marriage that many gush of, the marriage that you once gushed about, has failed you. you aspired to be one of those people who walked down the aisle whilst their partner was crying as they stood by the altar, watching the love of their life walking down the carpeted floor. you once imagined yourself as one of those people who would feel delighted once the ring engulfed your ring finger, you once wished of kissing the one person you love before the eyes of many who bear witness to your love story tying the knot.

but now, the marriage you gushed about is the same marriage you are itching to end.

kill gojo

pairing: gojo x gn! reader

cw: toxic exes, toxic relationship, unhealthy obsession with one another, hints at cheating, do tell me if a missed any!

wc: 1.08

you're at the brink of your sanity.

and it's all because of your ex boyfriend who is insane himself.

you two have been broken up for eight months— nearly nine. the break up was not your idea. if anything, it was one thing you didn't even think about. you were more than ready to kill for him, to be his ride or die, to be everything and anything he wanted you to be. you used to have an obssesion with having him in your hands and any kind of separation made your heart beat in worry.

when you two broke up, it felt like you were going to split the world in half. the insanity was getting inside your head, the break up felt like the end of the world. you still chased after him since he was everything you knew and you had, but he threw you away and simply looked at you with disgusted eyes before he slamed the doors before your very eyes.

sorry for the inactivity, school was hectic. i‘ll get back on writing :)

very suggestive content!

under the influence

it‘s a chilly evening. the wind is whispering its nightly lullaby, while the stars are slowly lighting up the city. you‘re standing in the balcony, glass of wine in hand, whereas your boyfriend has his usual cigar between his lips.

you‘ve always wondered what the smoke would taste like on your lips. although you aren‘t one for smoking, your curiosity just tends to pique a lot.

so you tend to turn to your boyfriend, geto suguru, and ask him all the things you‘re curious about his habit.

"babe," you turn to him, quirking a brow as you eye the lit stick between his lips. "do your lungs not burn after taking a drag?"

geto looks at you, then back down at his stick before he puffs out a white fog. "not really. i‘ve gotten used to it." he hums, taking your wine glass and drinking from it. "why?"

you hum in return, shrugging your shoulders as you look far into the distance. "seeing you smoking has got me intrigued. i‘ve never smoked before, nor have i ever tried it."

this isn‘t new information to him. he already knows that you‘ve not once touched a lit cigarette in your life. he isn‘t against it, in fact, he finds it bewildering that someone like you—who‘s not into smoke— is someone with him—who‘s never seen without the cancer stick hanging between his lips—.

"well, if you‘re so curious," lowly, he reaches in for his pocket and grabs the last stick he has. you eye him and smile. "here."

you shake your head and place his hand back into his pocket. "that‘s your last stick."

geto simply shrugs his shoulder and looks at you with a lazy smile. "if it‘s for you, i don‘t mind."

you can‘t help but roll your eyes at him, chuckling as you take a sip of your wine. "thank you, but i‘m not into it. i just wanted to try and feel what the smoke is like when it‘s in me for once in my life."

at your words an idea pops into your boyfriend‘s head. "yeah? you want to try what it‘s like?" he asks, intrigued but also almost eagerly.

"mhm, kinda."

his smile becomes wider at that.

geto tips your chin, forcing your eyes and his to meet. he smiles lazily and inches closer to your face. "you sure you want to try it?" he asks.

you have no idea what he‘s about to do, but you figure it must be one of his stupid yet hot ideas. as much as you know that he could be doing one of the dumbest things ever, you‘re still going to fall through with it; because it‘s him, your boyfriend, the love of your life, geto suguru.

you nod and he smiles once again, bending down and whispering into your ear. "close your eyes," he says in a husky voice.

you do as told, quietly listening to whatever is happening. all you hear is him taking one long exhale before his lips are pressed against yours.

geto‘s deft fingers are holding your cheeks softly to open your mouth as he passes something on to you. you moan lowly, feeling his tongue wrapping around yours before he pulls back and smirks at you.

"exhale, baby." is his order. you follow strictly and blow out the smoke from your mouth. white fog fills the air as he watches you with hazed eyes. he licks his lips and takes a short drag from his stick before he nears you and slowly blows near your face.

through the fog, you see his eyes clouding with lust as he holds you close to him. "how did that feel? good?"

you‘ve truly never been one for smoking, but god forbid would you be on your knees just to do that again.

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kiss me more, dabi

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kiss me more

dabi looks at you begrudgingly. well, not in a hostile manner, just more of the squinted eyes and tightened lips manner.

"why the fuck do you keep doing that with your lips?" the villain asks, demandingly. for longer than a minutes, his eyes have been darted on the pout of your glistening lips.

"doing what?" you raise a brow, lips however, still unmoving; much to dabi‘s irritation.

he clicks his tongue and gives up on telling you what he sees. if you‘re willing to act stupid, then so be it. "this shit." he places his finger just centimetres away from the glossed lip you tut out. "what the fuck is that all about."

there, he finally notices.

you‘ve been purposely pouting your lips out for hours, and after the third mark your rather coolly boyfriend has noticed.

"i have no clue as to what you‘re talking about." however, you pretend not to know what he‘s talking about.

dabi‘s brows furrow at that. begrudgingly, he puts down his finger to his side and gives you a suspicious look. he‘s not convinced with your act, with you, everything always has an ulterior motive.

and just as he suspected, you do in face have an ulterior motive.

lately, your boyfriend hasn‘t been home much. dabi‘s always out working, or whatever the fuck he‘s doing out there. for days without an end, you‘re often left home to your own devices. and as you‘re left to handle yourself, you find yourself missing your mischievous boyfriend. most especially, you miss his thin lips against yours.

you painfully miss the way he teases you with kisses that just feel like playing with fire. his lips on yours always feels so good, so good that sometimes you wish breathing wasn‘t such a big deal so that he wouldn‘t have to get back up to catch his breath.

"yeah, this act isn‘t impressing me princess. what d‘ya want?" he leans close to you, his finger tips holding your jaw up. "i don‘t have all day."

"nothing," you prod further with the act, but tutting your lips out just a little more; accentuating your glossed lips even more. "what do you want?"

dabi snickers. he bends down jus above you, enough that his lips near yours. with your now near leveled places, you‘re able to breathe in his familiar scent and feel the situation escalate. this is what you have been waiting for ages, for his lips to finally hit yours.

"i don‘t want nothin‘, pretty. what do you want?" he answers your question with a question of his own. "why‘re you bein' all pouty and shit? d‘ya want something to buy?"

you roll your eyes at him. sometimes, you do hate your boyfriend. though he can be sweet, he can also be clueless; as much as he is mean. you had thought pushing buttons might lead him on, but you overestimated him and now he‘s just confused.

"y'know what, nevermind." you sigh, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pushing it to his chest. "you‘re oblivious." you mutter, losing hope.

dabi looks at you with now a pout of his own. he watches you retreat and take your phone into your hands. he still stands there, looking at you with a face more confused than earlier.

he loves you of course, but he sometimes just doesn’t understand what goes inside your pretty little mind. more often than not, he just finds himself sighing and trying to figure out what you mean.

as he turns around and retreats, thinking about what you could have wanted. but as he is just about to leave the room, he suddenly hears something from your phone.

"here‘s the best lipgloss that pouts your lips and make you look as kissable as possible!"

what?

oh..

oh.

a lightbulb lights up inside his head. in a split second, he‘s flipping his head and caging you down. you watch with a bored expression, seeing him smirk. you cock a brow, but before you realize it, he‘s grabbing your phone out of your hands and kissing you.

your eyes widen in surprise, but they quickly flutter close as you wrap your hands around his nape.

it‘s a deep passionate kiss. his tongue moving slow against yours. lips move in perfect sync. it‘s a needy lock of lips, he‘s teasing your lower lip as he runs a hand through your hair. he savours your taste as if it were a full course meal from a michelin star restaurant.

"baby," he breaks the kiss slowly. his lips are still up against yours, his breathing slow as he speaks. "y‘know, you can just always ask me to kiss you. you don‘t have to play so unfair."

you know you can. but where is the fun in that? more so now that you know, that just being pouty and mean can make him act like a starved man. so maybe, being nice is out of the table.

until i found you

fushiguro megumi is not a romantic for sure. he is not the kind to walk with a skip in his steps, not the kind to giggle, not the kind to smile at mundane things.

so why the hell is he acting so different now?

as megumi lies in his bed, one phone in one hand the other over his lips, he awaits your text. underneath the hand, he has the most idiotic smile on his face and he doesn‘t even realize it. although his cheeks are as red as tomatoes and his ears are hotter than lava.

as the grey bubble with three dots appear, his mind runs and he feels impatience course through his veins. he‘s never been like this before, never felt this before. never in his life has he ever felt impatience while waiting for a text. and now here he is, feeling his mind question why it‘s taking you so long to text back.

his brows furrow deeply when the three dots disappear. his lips turn into an adorable pout as his fingers move and hover over the call symbol. however, you beat him to it.

giddily, he rolls over, pressing his back directly against the soft mattress of his bed. his lips return to it‘s curved form as he looks at the nickname he set for you on his phone 'ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ꨄ︎' before quickly swiping the answer button.

"hey there," your voice sends a shiver down his spine in the best way possible. "gumi?" even the sound of his name leaving past your lips has got his heart running insanely fast. he truly has the hots for you.

"‘m here," he has to clear his throat right there, afraid his voice might crack and give away the fact that he‘s grinning like an idiot with his feet bent; nearly raised off the bed. "why‘d you call?"

he hears you snort on the other side of the phone, shuffling. "can i not miss my own boyfriend?" you roll your eyes, although your lips are widely spread just like his.

at your words megumi‘s mind screams 'eureka!' his eyes turn to slits as he places his phone over his heart that beats for you. he silently giggles and laughs; hand shadowing the stupid smile on his lips. while his feet are suddenly up the air, kicking in a silly manner.

"‘gumi? you still there?" his nickname is once again uttered, and he feels blessed by the gods. your mere voice sends him to the skies, making him yearn for your presence beside him right this instant.

"‘course, yeah, 'm always here." he speaks quick like an idiot, disguising the fact that he feels like a stupid teenager talking to their crush over the phone.

"can you just stay on the phone and talk about your day? 'm really tired. i just wanna sleep and listen to you." fushiguro megumi still cannot contain himself as he practically dies and falls on the floor; his joy unable to contain itself.

"yeah, okay." he smiles, laying on the floor before continuing and speaking of his day— which was spent just thinking about you. the grin he holds never leaves his face, instead it becomes bigger as he imagines your sleepy face.

he just feels content, like a young teen in love, even though you two have been together for the last two years.