Stop The Clock 𖦹 Matsukawa I. X Reader

Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

satoru who keeps proposing to you in the most unconventional moments—namely when he's got you dizzy from your fourth or fifth orgasm of the night.

satoru who knows some people get emotional when they climax, some get animalistic and rough, some get overwhelmed by pleasure. and maybe he's a mixture of them all, he absolutely has his nights, but for the most part: he gets sentimental.

satoru who has to deal with the roll of your eyes when he's knuckles deep inside of you, lips only millimetres from yours when he's whispering, begging, "c'mon, let me marry you. you don't wanna feel a ring on these fingers baby? tell me you don't."

satoru who knows you want to be proposed to properly. and he's planning on it, he really is, but he can't help but get caught up in his feels when you just look so pretty laid out for him. who can't bear not recognising you as his through every means necessary. he wants it to be lawful, recognised in the system that you wholly belong to him. maybe knock you up for good measure, attach a birth certificate to the proof that you're his.

satoru who has you shaking on his cock, fucked near-senseless for the second time that night. you're a babbling mess, galaxies away from earth in that pretty little mind of yours. he's not sure you even remember your own name at this point, all you're managing is a string of 'yesyesyesyesyes' that has his balls aching to empty inside of you again and again. 'marry me' he says in response, and rolls his eyes when you purse your lips shut in protest.

satoru who has even brought a ring. one you'd hit him for buying if you ever saw the price tag on it, but he knows you're worth the paycheck or six that it took.

satoru who keeps that ring on his person at all times; he never knows when the perfect sunset might happen and he'll be forced to a knee.

satoru who also can't help but slip the ring onto your finger while he's got your hands pinned above your head and his cock seated deeper inside of you than its ever been. who cums immediately at the sight of such a pretty set of jewels on your wedding finger, who almost regrets his orgasm because it blinds him for a few moments and he's trying to savour the sight of that ring on your finger.

satoru who knows you're getting sick of the lust-driven proposals. who plans on proposing one night, he's got everything planned, he's even made sure you've had your nails done for the upcoming ring photos you're sure to share. who is actually sick with nerves despite knowing what you'll say.

satoru who sits on your shared bed and is gently urging you to get ready quicker, lest you miss the sunset he's planning on proposing in front of. but you have other plans, climbing over him to straddle his lap, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. and you lean in, whisper the filthiest thing you've ever said to him~

satoru gojo, who cums in his pants at the words 'I'll marry you.'

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

something something katsuki can't keep his hands off you when he's had a little too much to drink (see: denks the worst at-home bartender in the world, believes a shot of vodka really means four).

it starts off innocently enough, gathered in eijiro's living room, when he cracks a foul-mouthed joke and you double over into side with laughter. the heat starts to creep up his neck, but it's easy to blame it on the alcohol. he nudges you back playfully, a grin quirking at the corner of his lips.

two more shots of whatever vile concoction denki mixed up and he's melting into the couch. he's sitting on one end, a little squished with how mina, eijiro, hanta, and denki are piled on top of each other - chatting away, drinking, and desperately trying not to make eye contact with the wasted blond. katsuki's got you perched all pretty in his lap because "there isn't any room left to sit." a convenient excuse.

you're flushed and trying to keep up with mina's story and you're having a great time with your friends but katsuki's hands are looping casually around your waist and pulling you closer to him and he's leaning a little on you for support and you feel a zing speed down your spine as his lips brush against your arm. an accident.

his head's a little fuzzy, but katsuki's practically melting with the alcohol swimming through his veins. and you're so soft it's making everything even fuzzier. before he even finishes that thought he's testing out the plush of your waist, your thighs, pinching a little at the small of your back, and back down to your thighs. you squirm in his hold, and he retaliates with a soft grunt and by biting what he could reach.

the spit on your arm is more uncomfortable than the rather tame bite he gives you. you can see his eyes wobble, flitting to different parts of your face. "hol' s'till," he garbles and your heart leaps into your throat. you can feel four sets of eyes boring into you both, but you can't break away from katsuki's heavy, lidded, lovesick gaze.

✰ gn!reader x gojo ✰ fluff, reader is a teacher at JJT ++ idk how else to describe this one except that there’s a very specific scene in t100 that inspired this, i rmr seeing it once and ever since it’s become a scenario i daydream abt all the time 🧍‍♀️ never watched the show fully tho so dont quote me on that SBHDJK ✰

satoru’s always had a special way of connecting with others that could often leave an imprint of his own personality in their mannerisms; small habits of his that a select few would subconsciously pick up, had they payed enough attention.

what that looked like among his current first-year students was the sheer volume at which they speak when they enter a room, especially when they’re particularly excited to share something with their sensei.

satoru honestly loved it— grinning widely anytime yuuji or nobara barged into a room, loudly announcing something that would be considered entirely unimportant to many. he was always ready to match that energy tenfold, though. their excitement was important to him; that’s simply one of the ways in which he cared for them.

so the looks on their faces right now was definitely new to satoru. yuuji had slid open the door to one of the lounges at tokyo’s jujutsu tech, with nobara and megumi trailing closely behind him. the six eyes user knew they were coming before they’d even breached the threshold, as he was already holding a finger up to his lips the moment they stepped into the room— a sign for them to be quiet.

in an entirely comical manner, yuuji freezes on the spot, his right hand stopping in the air mid-gesture as he gapes at his teacher with his mouth still hanging open. the words that were previously ready to be spoken were now ushered back down his throat, making the young boy splutter for a moment in surprise before he pulled himself together.

he had stopped in his tracks so suddenly that nobara even bumped into his back, and then megumi consequently bumped into her. it was a domino effect that would’ve had satoru doubled over in laughter at virtually any other time. right now, though, his eyes only linger on his students for a short moment before he’s casting them back down; just as megumi mumbles a complaint to yuuji and nobara promptly shushed him.

the three students were puzzled as they followed satoru’s gaze— or rather, the downwards tilt of his head, considering that his eyes were shielded by his blindfold —but their curiosity was quickly satiated at the sight before them.

the sight of you, curled up on the couch facing away from the door, fast asleep while clutching a throw pillow. if any of them noticed that it was satoru’s own jacket currently tucked over your frame to keep you warm, they didn’t speak of it.

“we were supposed to do some mission debriefing,” satoru finally breaks the silence, speaking in an uncharacteristically hushed tone; it was notably softened to a degree, as well. “but they knocked out as soon as they moved to the couch. i’m pretty sure this is the most sleep they’ve had all week.”

as satoru addresses his students, his eyes never leave you, carefully watching over you in your slumber. there’s a small smile on his face that begs a question to raise in nobara’s mind, but she knows better than to ask… at least, for now she does.

“ooh,” yuuji responds, nodding slowly as he blinks down at you. “sensei did mention during training yesterday that they had to oversee more missions than usual lately.”

satoru nods to confirm his words, and then silence fills the space between them once more. it’s not until a short moment later, when megumi actually picks up on the fact that it’s satoru’s jacket draped over your body, that he decides to say something.

“have you just been sitting there this whole time, then?” megumi grumbles, raising a skeptical eyebrow at the older man— the very one he happened to know just a little bit better than his classmates did.

satoru is taken aback for a moment, only mildly surprised at megumi’s question. he can’t say he expected any different from the kid he raised. megumi was always pretty good at reading a room; and he could read his de facto stepfather like an open book.

he considers his response for a split second before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, hoping to at least convince yuuji and nobara otherwise. “i’ve been doing some work for them since they fell asleep,” he says, resisting the urge to clear his throat. “so they don’t have to worry about it later.”

while it’s true that satoru was working— the spread of papers and mission report files across the coffee table in front of him suggests as much —the amount of actual productivity he’s had since you fell asleep could not amount to as much as he’s currently implying to his students. simply put, he’s been… distracted.

distracted with making sure you slept well, by lowering the blinds and shrugging his jacket off to drape over your body. listening out for anyone walking down the hallway, or tucking back loose strands of hair that would occasionally fall over your face and make you subconsciously crinkle your nose. wondering why his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you looking so peaceful and relaxed; the mere fact that you were comfortable enough in his presence to fall asleep, rendering yourself completely vulnerable around him.

the amount of trust such an act entails, the very trust that you had in him. or, you know— something along those lines.

nobara huffs softly, now tugging at yuuji’s sleeve. she picked up on the hint long before the other two did, but it was only now confirmed by the way satoru lingered near you. as much as he loves his students, and loves hearing them out when they want to speak with him— he currently had no intention whatsoever at leaving your side.

satoru was going to make sure you got as much sleep as you possibly could; knowing you’ve been overworking yourself all week, it’s been killing him inside (…for some reason).

“that’s okay,” nobara supplies, now tugging at yuuji’s arm more firmly to get the young boy to budge. “we can talk to you about it a little later, you can keep— uh, working,” she mumbles quickly, nodding apologetically at satoru before grabbing the wrists of the two boys she arrived with and spinning around, pulling them out of the room with her.

satoru chuckles under his breath, watching with a small grin how she runs out of the room with the other two behind her. megumi opts to slide the door closed once more, and then satoru’s eyes are back on you.

he feels that familiar tug at his heart again, seeing you like this. he’s not trying to be weird about it, watching you while you sleep, but he just— he just wants to make sure you get your rest! that’s all there is to it, he’s convinced.

a soft huff of air escapes your lips, pulling him out of his thoughts. he sees your eyebrows scrunching together for a moment, your arms tightening around the throw pillow as one of your hands clutches at the jacket draped over you. you adjust your position a little bit, pulling up the jacket, and then your face finally relaxes once more.

satoru is… not sure why he was holding his breath, feeling it hitch more in his throat seeing the way you pulled his jacket closer to your face.

(surely his scent is on that jacket, and you’re probably smelling it while you sleep with how close it is to your face now. is it calming to you? is the subconscious sensation of satoru being so close to you making you feel at ease?)

he thinks he sees a faint smile tug on your lips then, but he shakes his head as he decides to pull his gaze away from you. he must be imagining things. he’s definitely imagining things.

he slinks back against his seat as he peers down at the coffee table, begrudgingly continuing his work— shoving his doting thoughts about you to the back of his head while he unsuccessfully tries to calm the frantic, nervous beating of his heart.

i just thought of social media outlets just over analyzing every celebrity interaction (as they always do) but they were speculating for a while about your relationship with number two pro-hero dynamight. the two of you sat at a table together at a gala a while back and the live broadcast happen to capture you leaning in close towards dynamight for him to whisper in your ear for only just a quick second.

naturally they start asking a million prodding questions over one seemingly innocuous interaction between the two of you.

you and dynamight were spotted together at most three times since that captured moment on television but once again, there was nothing particularly romantic or intimate captured by the cameras. dynamight hardly makes any personal posts on his socials and you’ve switched up to becoming a little more private with your social media this year as a resolution for yourself. so there’s radio silence on both ends about the romantic speculation between the two of you and it dies out as quickly as it had risen up. the media moves on to the next thing.

then a few months later, paparazzi capture you on a outing to get some pastries and people are quick to see that you have your hand on a small baby bump. it’s a decent photo captured and the one posted online is of you actually seeing the paparazzi and giving them a smile and wave. of course they analyze how far along you look like you are and the discrepancy of your last social media post where you definitely didn’t have a little pregnancy bump on you and compare it to the recent sighting. outlets have sources that confirm that you haven’t had any public romantic involvement with anyone throughout the year and everyone starts weighing in on who the father is.

it’s a bare string for the celebrity news outlets to hold onto but they vaguely recall when everyone wondered if you and dynamight were an item. one celebrity news Twitter posts the photo of you with the caption ‘could bakugou katsuki, #2 hero in japan, be the father??’

bakugou retweets the post from his account with only two words: ‘i am.’

megumi's teacher — gojo satoru x reader

tags/warnings: fluff. fem!reader. gojo beefing with an eight year old. 700 words.

ever since megumi started the second grade, it's been (l/n)-sensei this. (l/n)-sensei that.

gojo picks up megumi's favorite ice cream, only to be scolded by the young boy. "(l/n)-sensei's favorite flavor is strawberry, so that's my favorite now!"

gojo tries to help him with his math homework, and it's "(l/n)-sensei did it this way. that means you should too!"

gojo reaches down to tie megumi's shoes for him, before his hand is promptly smacked away. "(l/n)-sensei said big boys tie their own shoes!"

honestly, gojo is starting to feel a little jealous. megumi's known you for what? two months?

he's been raising megumi for the past few years, but does that earn him an ounce of the adoration the young boy seems to have for you?

apparently not, though he perseveres nonetheless.

he and megumi are spending the afternoon out in the city and they stop at a small bakery for lunch.

while megumi is distracted looking at all the sweets behind the glass counter, the bell on the door draws gojo's attention.

his eyes fall upon a pretty young woman. actually, you might just be the prettiest woman he's ever seen.

and of course, a smirk forms on his lips when he catches you looking his way. he's puffing out his chest, running a hand through his hair.

he's always had a certain effect on the ladies, and he's never been more happy about that until this very moment—

"megumi?" you call from a few feet away. the wide smile adorning your face makes you look even more radiant.

while gojo visibly deflates, megumi's head whips around at the speed of light. "(l/n)-sensei!"

oh.

gojo very quickly comes to understand why the boy is so enamored by you.

megumi launches himself at you, while you crouch to meet him with open arms.

"i'm so happy to see you!" he practically sings, clinging to your neck.

you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "i'm happy to see you too, 'gumi."

gojo clears his throat, hoping that megumi will take the chance to introduce you two, but he is completely ignored.

"what are you going to get? i'll buy it for you," he states proudly, despite having zero money of his own.

your gaze shifts to gojo for the first time, and having your attention even just for a brief moment takes his breath away.

"that's very sweet megumi, but that's alright." you ruffle his hair when he pouts at your words, standing back up. "who's this?"

"oh that's just gojo. don't worry about him," he states with a wave of his hand.

the white haired man gawks at him in response. the nerve on that kid! he silently decides megumi will be losing dessert privileges for a week. no, two.

you stifle a giggle before offering your hand to him and introducing yourself as megumi's teacher.

he repeats your name, taking satisfaction in the way it sounds rolling off his tongue.

"that's a pretty name," he compliments, trying to recover from megumi's dismissal. "heard a lot about you. in fact, the kid never shuts up about you."

this earns him a glare from megumi, but gojo is too preoccupied with the shy look that crosses your features to notice.

gojo insists on paying for your order, a show of appreciation for taking such good care of megumi in class. you chat with the pair of them for a little while longer before eventually excusing yourself.

"thank you again, gojo-san. i'll see you on monday, megumi!"

just as you're turning on your heel, gojo calls your name and you look back at him expectantly.

"when, uh," he struggles, scratching the back of his neck. "when do i get to see you?"

nice.

"oh! well, parent-teacher conferences are only a few weeks away! i'll look forward to seeing you then," you answer sweetly, misunderstanding the meaning behind his words.

you bid them goodbye once more and they both watch your figure disappear down the street.

megumi turns to look at gojo smugly. "weeks? that sounds like a really long time—"

"shut it, kid."

Riding gojo so good that he starts yelling out his card info when he nuts

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. roomie!matsukawa ! — the masterlist.

disclaimer: these can be read as singular pieces or in order. each fic will be updated with its own set of tags. thank you for reading !

ᥫ᭡. MY ONLY VICE — mattsun always had a bad habit. but with your help, maybe he can change that. question is, are you willing?

‎꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, cigarette smoking, unprotected sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, semi-public sex — WC : 2.2k

ᥫ᭡. STORMY NIGHTS — the thunderstorm rages on outside, but what can you do about the one inside of you?

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, unprotected sex, praise, minimal prep tbh, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight cervix fucking, creampie, light dose of aftercare — WC : 2.6k

ᥫ᭡. WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR — working at a funeral home can take its toll. aka mattsun comes home after a bad day at work.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : hurt/comfort, pining, cigarette smoking, mentions of death, mattsun has the beginnings of an existential crisis : WC — 1.7k

ᥫ᭡. THE WORST GUYS — the dating scene sucks. especially when the only man you actually want to be with is your roommate.

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