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kpoppptrashhhh · 1 year

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always a bigger bed to crawl into (megumi fushiguro x reader) (wc: 950+)

“going to sleep in separate beds, sneaking into each other’s for some snuggles” - inspired from this list of prompts

“Megumi.”

He thinks he’s dreaming when he vaguely makes out the soft whimper of his name. Granted, it’s not uncommon to hear your saccharine voice echoing through his head in the middle of the night.

As he’s about to drift off into a deeper slumber, a second and more harsh “Megumi” pulls him from his hazy state. He slightly sits up, now fully convinced that the noise was no dream and is in fact coming from inside of his room.

He firmly rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness encompassing his bedroom. In the shadows of his doorway, he’s just barely able to make out your silhouette, cowering a bit apprehensively as you fiddle with your fingers. If it were anyone else, he would’ve been a bit alarmed—but he knows your shape like the back of his hand, even through blurry eyes and darkened shades.

“What are you doing?” he tries to ask gently, but it comes out a bit agitated through the gruff of his sleep-induced voice. You know him though, so you know it’s gentle in his mind and coming from his heart.

“Are you asleep?” your small voice—now whispering as if you didn’t already wake him up—finds his ears and he can’t help but feel his cheeks heat up at your sweet inquiry. It’s in this moment that he’s extremely grateful for the lack of light in the room, as it successfully hides his fair yet blushing skin.

“Wouldn’t be answering you if I was,” he slightly grumbles, resting his head back down on his pillow but keeping his eyes on you.

He doesn’t think you can actually see that his eyes are open, but they are. And he wants you to know that they are. That he’s listening to you, regardless of the nonsense that you’re spewing.

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” you begin, but Megumi is quick to cut you off.

“No,” he reassures, shifting his weight and sitting up again.

“I was awake,” he wasn’t.

“It’s fine,” because it’s you.

There’s a moment of silence that neither of you break. Megumi can hear the ratting of his ceiling fan as it lazily spins a light breeze throughout the room. The few feet separating you from his bed feels like light years as he tries to focus in on your shadowed figure.

He thinks you’re nodding your head, but he can’t really tell since his eyes have yet to get accustomed to the darkness. He waits for you to say something, but you don’t—so the ball is in his court and he panics.

“Are you okay?” he abruptly asks.

But your voice overlaps and interrupts his nervous mannered question.

“Why were you awake?” you attempt to flip the attention on him.

He sees right through your act (much to your dismay) and doesn’t entertain it. Instead, he decides to answer your question with one of his own.

“Why are you in my room and asking me a million questions at-” he glances over to his bedside table’s digital alarm clock, the letters red and bright in his face read, “-1:36 in the morning?”

He can see your face a bit clearer now, because he sees your mouth open and close as if you’re debating saying something. He waits for your inevitable excuse or your quick yet teasing remark, but your nervous stalling fails as he’s met with another apology.

“I’m sorry,” quietly and quickly falls from you lips, “I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d see if you were having the same problem.”

Truthfully, he wasn’t. Megumi was sleeping as if angels had cradle-rocked him to bed. He was blissfully dreaming of you—quick and abstract glimpses of your smile and eyes forever haunting his thoughts, awake or asleep.

But in this moment, as he observes your doe-eyes flicker with anticipation and he hears your voice slightly tremble as you bare yourself to him, he lies. Megumi is willing to pretend he was awake if it means easing your worries and having you curl up beside him underneath his navy covers.

“Fine,” his heart races as he shuffles over from the middle of the bed to the left side, “C’mere.”

He flips over his blanket, opening it up to you as an offering. You can practically feel the warmth he’s radiating and you want nothing more than to sprint over to where he lays and join him—but something in you causes you to hesitate.

Maybe he doesn’t want you here. Maybe he’s offering his bed to you out of pity, because you came crying like a baby to him in the middle of the night. Maybe he thinks it’s pathetic, maybe he feels obligated to-

“D’you wanna lay with me or d’you wanna stand over there ‘til morning?”

His question interferes your stream of worries as he watches you with narrowed eyes and messy hair. He looks so cozy—so sweet and domestic and in reach of your grasp.

“Lay with you,” you meekly respond.

That’s all it takes for Megumi to be opening his arms for you to enter his embrace, nodding his head for you to come his way.

He lets you crawl in and get comfortable, fluffing the unused pillow next to his head and shimmying your way beneath his thin sheets. You choose to settle down in his arms with your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat speed up when you lean on him, but you ignore it for his sake. Maybe you’ll tease him for it tomorrow morning.

His cold yet surprisingly soft hands snake their way around your waist, one arm underneath you and the other gently resting on top of your hip. He thinks about teasing you for the dead arm he knows he’ll wake up with. Maybe tomorrow morning, he decides.

“Good?” He whispers into your hairline once you’ve stop squirming, a signal that you’re finally comfortable where you lay. You feel his lips leave a few pecks into your hair.

“Yeah, thank you,” your response is soft, muffled by the cotton of his t-shirt pressed against your lips, “M’tired now.”

The breath from his laughter tickles your temple—for someone who couldn’t sleep, you sure are quick to tire once you’re within his hold. But he doesn’t mind in the slightest, he actually prefers you here with him, rather than alone in your own room. His bed feels far too big without you in it.

“Goodnight, Megumi,” he barely hears you utter.

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to. Because his lips softly resting on the crown of your head paired with the gentle squeeze of your hip is enough to feel his love.

While he prefers going to sleep with you already in his bed, you sneaking in might be a close second.

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kpoppptrashhhh · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

✰ includes — gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi

✰ content warnings — fluff

✰ GOJO rises with the sun which means that he's almost always up before you. as the birds chirp outside the window and the heater kicks on with its constant hum, satoru takes the seldom moment of peace to watch your sleeping figure. you've wiggled your way out of his arms, only partly in his hold, lying so that you're partially facing him on your side but in the process of rolling over onto your back. he's tempted to close the gap, pull you close and hug you against his chest but you look too comfortable to rouse. the warm, bright rays of sunlight peek through the curtains and cast an angelic light on half of your face. he can't help it when his hand reaches out, lithe fingers tracing the lines of your jaw, from just beneath your ear all the way down to your chin. your eyelashes flutter against the tops of your cheeks as you begin to stir, smiling upon meeting satoru's familiar cerulean irises. hand moving up to caress your cheek, he jokes about how lucky you are to wake up to such a handsome face every morning but behind his jesting words and signature smirk, he knows it's the other way around. he's the one who hit the jackpot.

✰ GETO often finds it difficult to sleep through the entire night which means he's up while you're still resting. he doesn't like the thought of disturbing you so, instead of feeling around for his phone or sneaking off to the kitchen, he stays put beside you in bed. your back is facing him, unobstructed by the fabric of a shirt. he reaches out to touch you faintly, just barely making contact with your soft skin. his middle finger hovers, following the curve of your spine from your neck all the way down to the dip of your lower back. for as long as you're still sleeping, suguru occupies himself by languidly outlining pretty patterns across your back. you wake to his feathery touch, stretching out your arms and legs before rolling over to face him. suguru greets you with a smile, his face framed by thick pieces of hair that escaped his loose bun sometime last night. you tell him good morning through a yawn as you stroke the rogue strands of hair. the both of you spend the rest of your time in bed planning the day ahead while your fingers detangle the ends of his inky hair and his fingers continue to aimlessly draw lines across the blank canvas of your back.

✰ YUJI is a clingy sleeper; there's never a morning when you don't wake up to him wrapped around you like a koala bear, serving as a second blanket. you wouldn't be able to move even if you tried, but you don't attempt to leave his arms for a while after you wake. you cherish the warmth he envelops you in. it's comfortable enough that you can feel yourself slipping back into a restful slumber, but you fight the urge to fall back asleep. the moment you shift as though you plan on getting up from bed, yuji's arms tighten around your midsection and he lets out a sleepy groan in protest. stay a little longer, he pleads, the warmth of his breath sending a chill down your spine and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. it's impossible to say no to him on most occasions but it's especially difficult with that morning voice of his. so you stay put and let him snuggle into you. you can feel the smile tugging at his lips as he presses light, soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. his affection is distracting and by the time you get a glimpse of the clock, it's long past the time you had planned on getting up.

✰ MEGUMI sleeps peacefully, as though he isn't plagued by a problem in the world. it's one of the few moments you can be certain he's free from the stress that seems to follow him during the day. because he looks so tranquil, you can't help but take a few minutes to look at him after you wake up; his pink parted lips and the long, thick lashes that brush the tops of cheeks. dark strands of hair fall over his face and you almost reach out to push them back when his gravelly voice cuts through the serene air. are you going to stare at me all morning? he asks, eyes still shut, words jumbled since his cheek is pressed up against his arm. you smile, telling him that maybe you just might. his eyes are open by now and the sleepy blue orbs meet yours. despite his words, he doesn't mind your lingering gaze. megumi finds comfort in being the subject of your stare; not for some selfish reason like being the only person you look at in such a way, but because he can feel every ounce of love behind your eyes. and so, without any objection, he lets you comb his unruly hair back with your fingers, never once taking his eyes off of you or the warm smile you wear while doing so.

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kpoppptrashhhh · 1 year

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WHO LOVES WHO ??? (1.5k)

— fushiguro megumi x reader

synopsis: don’t trust your thoughts after 10pm because now you’re convinced he doesn’t love you back

warnings: super fluffy, aged up, mentions of sex, megumi wees (in a toilet not sexually chill LOL), erm self insert… maybe ?

a/n: my first time writing megumi and if it’s ooc i don’t care lol i love the guy. inspired off that one girlfriends scene with joan n her boyf i’ve been watching a lot of girlfriends :)

fushiguro megumi doesn’t love you.

this is the conclusion you have come to, sitting fully clothed on the edge of your bath with your head in your hands.

after being together for three months, the words have yet to be uttered past his lips. aside from all the… more than friendly activities you’ve been doing; the sweet sex where he stuffs his head into your neck to hide his pitiful groans, how he softly kisses your ankle whilst gazing down into your eyes before he starts between your legs and the way he always crawls into your chest after he cleans you up… you’re not sure there’s been anything else to show he loves you back.

yes, you are in love with fushiguro megumi.

rubbing your fists against your tired eyes, you honestly found it hard to think of all the reasons why you didn’t love the man. the way with one scan over your body, he knows what you’re thinking or what you want. often disappearing in a room full of people to appear by your side to hand you a drink or sliding into a seat beside you to patiently help you with your assignments. his calculating intelligence, how he seemed to know everything or if he didn’t, after a minute he’d have worked it all out. able to explain something to you easily and only you… often ignoring if anybody else wanted help because he always had a second sense to if someone had bad intentions.

you love fushiguro megumi because he makes you feel like a good person. which you guess is an odd thing to say, but it’s true. you’ve often thought you weren’t always the nicest, occasionally impatient, sometimes stubborn. and although those traits are still in you, megumi makes you accept yourself. you know it’s due to the fact he’s seen the worst in people, met others that murder and lie to get what they want so relative to him you’re close to a goddess. the way he listens when you ramble about something petty, rant about somebody that’s been pissing you off, through your most annoying moments, megumi makes you feel loveable.

your thoughts slam to a halt as the man himself strolls into your bathroom. scratching at his dark locks and opening his mouth in a massive yawn. his top half is bare, a few scars from his work as a sorcerer littered about whilst his other half is in a pair of plaid navy pyjama bottoms. he eyes you, still fully clothed on the edge of the bath, for about three seconds. pretty thick eyelashes batting against his cheeks as he ponders over the reasons you’re sitting there. but it’s also four am and he doesn’t work well this early.

you try to give him a tiny smile, to not look as suspicious as you feel when he asks, “why’re you sitting there?”

coated in sleep and a little grunt, he then pads over to the toilet and pulls down his pyjama bottoms far enough to take his dick out. you don’t have time to admire his cute pale ass because fushiguro megumi is acting so very out of character.

“‘gumi!” you cover your eyes and face away from him, the tinkle against the porcelain sounding in the room. “don’t piss in-front of me!”

you try to rationalise it’s probably because he’s half asleep right now and honestly, it’s nothing you’ve never seen before. but since when have you both got to the point of being so bare with each other?

“hmm?” he mumbles, feeling his body lighten at the action. why are you so loud at four in the morning? “babe, when two people are in love, this isn’t a big deal.”

babe. two people. wait… love?

the strangest most strangled sound leaves your throat, as you whip your head to the back of the man you loved.

“megumi, what? who loves who?”

you just needed to be sure. he could be sleepwalking right now for all you know.

but he also definitely wasn’t with how he turned his head to stare you down like you just offended him. “i love you and you love me? why are you looking like that?”

then he turns back around to finish his business, about to do the classic shake before you ram yourself into his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tightly. he places a hand flat on the wall before him to steady both of your bodies so he doesn’t go falling into the toilet.

“wait, let me clean up. we can cuddle in bed.”

but he’s not saying anything you care about, “‘gumi, you love me? since when?!” you squeal.

he scoffs, sleepy half-lidded eyes as he shakes and tucks himself back into his bottoms. “erm… since i met you? the first time we kissed? forever? why are you so shocked?”

he awkwardly shuffles to your bathroom sink, you still clinging to his back like a koala with a massive smile on your face like you’ve just won the lottery. it feels like you have.

you peep behind his back at the mirror before you both. megumi pumps soap onto his hands, lathering his slender fingers with the stuff and then hovering his hands under the tap to wash it off. you ignored all of that, staring at your lover's reflection as you feel your heart physically swell.

fushiguro megumi loves you back.

between that all, he glances up at you again, your cheeks high and your eyes bright like you just took a ginger shot, hyped up and ready to run a marathon.

“don’t you love me back?” the dark-haired man asks you, so quiet and tender you almost cooed aloud.

“of course i love you, i was just sitting there thinking you didn’t love me! you’ve never told me you have!”

megumi frowns, lips slightly pouted and staring at you through the mirror. his voice is a dull unimpressed monotone, “i don’t remember you ever telling me.”

now it’s your turn to pout, squeezing your arms around him in defiance but he doesn’t mind your touch. you’re making him all warm and toasty.

“well, i didn’t want to be the one to say it and be rejected. but if you said it i would have said it back.”

“babe,” he blanks and his face is telling you that you’re being silly but the impatient, almost rough rasp of the babe has you almost buckling your knees. “imagine i said it and you rejected me. i would have laid flat on the train tracks.”

“‘gumi!” you slap his arm playfully, kissing his bare bicep as his eyes twinkle at your laugh.

quickly he dries his hands on a random towel before spinning around to face you, his hands finding home on your waist.

and as fushiguro megumi stares down at you with his shiny albeit lethargic denim blue eyes, your smile grow bigger. so big he wasn’t aware a face could mimic the sun that had yet to rise outside. he should have been telling you he loves you daily if this is what he gets. a tiny chuckle breathes past his lips, your finger tracing up his spine making him feel a little drowsy.

“i love you. should’ve told you before,” megumi whispers almost apologetic, tipping your chin up to press a soft kiss to your lips. you can’t help but smile into that too with a pleasant hum and soon enough megumi is smiling too. a tiny one with makes your teeth clink together.

once you peck his cheek on your tiptoes, you wrap your arms around his neck. then his palms reach down to tap your ass, a signal to jump. as you do, your legs lock around his bare waist, “i love you too, ‘gumi. love when you call me babe too.”

the sight of the man still sleepy, muscles tensed to hold you up, you almost sigh lovingly. “really?” he mumbles, walking back into your bedroom and laying you down on your bed. “how about baby?” a kiss on your cheek. “honey?” you giggle as another lands on your jaw, “how about princess?” you’re now fully squealing at the tickle of his lips, especially as megumi, controlled by sleep lays all his body weight on top of you, only resting on his forearms to lay his attacks on you.

“yes, ‘gumi! yes!” and you feel the rumble of megumi’s laugh through his chest into yours. you throw the quilt over you both, now safe and warm with love.

once you both quiet down, megumi shuffles to get comfortable, tucking his head in the crook of your neck to go to sleep.

“love you ‘gumi.”

“love you too babe.”

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kpoppptrashhhh · 2 years

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comfort 🖤

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kpoppptrashhhh · 2 years

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dogpile on megumi 📸

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kpoppptrashhhh · 2 years

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[ as the cold winds blow, the proximity between the two of you augments. ]

boyfriend!haruto, haruto x fem!reader, domestic!au, fluff fluffy fluff! slice of life // warn. skinship, grammatical errors. lowercase intended. / mention of third character(s).

LIA’S LABELS // and i’m back with a post christmas gift !! uwu hope this warms you up in the cold weather! // this is sort of a sequel to my previous haruto imagine labelled take my heart, and don't give it back hope you enjoy reading ;)

“y/n?” haruto patted the area where you were initially sleeping, to discover that you had already woke up.

haruto had invited you (read : dragged you) to his home for a sleep over, since you had never visited his parents or ever talked to them. something told him to do this. [ perhaps he was finally ready to take a step in this relationship with you ]

haruto’s family was just as warm as you expected them to be, maybe even more. his parents were super nice to you and praised you for literally everything. be that just tolerating their son. “mom!” haruto would say everytime his mom would tell you one of his embarrassing childhood stories or worse, his weird habits of creating a mess of his room or being clumsy. though haruto would complain about it, these stories made you fall in love with him even more.

his sister was like the sweetest little bean you had ever met, happily chirping around you like a bird. you just knew you had ended up in the right place, and you were grateful to the universe for making you cross paths with the boy you had least expected to fall in love with.

“y/n!” airi chanted your name once again, raising her arms for you to give her a hug. and you couldn't be happier, and just dived in to pull her in your arms when another pair of arms wrapped around yours.

“play with your friends, airi. y/n is mine.”

you'd lie if you say if that didn't make your heart stop for a moment. it was one of haruto’s subtle tones of his voice, and you'd never expect him to say that in this tone. but in your absence, the numerous pacts and agreements the brother-sister duo made, and the many secrets haruto must've told airi at some point.

you'd never know.

“ah, can't you share ...” with that, she leaves you two by yourselves. haruto swings you in his arms, as if he's dancing with you in the faint sunlight of the winter morning. “get off haruto, what if someone sees us like this?”

“let them. you can't deprive me of my boyfriend privileges, y/n l/n” purposefully whispering the last words in your ear, haruto finds a way to melt your heart and just when he does, he places a kiss on your cheek and runs away. you hear a creak as someone walks in. that someone being haruto’s mom. cheater, he managed to escape just in time.

thankfully, your bangs were long enough to hide your tomato red cheeks behind them as you take the pile of clothes from her hands. “let me help you, dear aunt.” you were welcomed with a bright smile, as you helped her do the laundry.

haruto watched you from a distance, mumbling illegible words and gestures. you tried to ignore him for about some good twenty or so minutes, until his mom noticed his son acting sillier than he already was. she just knew what went on and went to you and softly said, “the work's almost done, y/n! thank you for helping me, i’ll take care of the rest.” she patted your arm one last time, sending you to her lovesick son.

“haruto-” his hand pulled you in another room, locking the door thereafter. “why did you-” he presses a finger on your lips, leaning you on the freshly laid sheets and caging you in between his huge arms.

“now, no one's gonna disturb us” he ruffled your hair, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck. “you can't share me with anyone, can you?”

“can't” he whispered his reply before shifting the two of you under the blanket, for he missed cuddling you. “it's nearly afternoon now, gonna sleep again?”

“i won't. i just want to hold you in my arms–”

“– also, don't we have our day off today? let me stay” he bumped his nose on yours, pressing kisses all over your face as if he was bribing you into letting him stick to you for a whole day. you had no reason to not let him either, it was a cold day and you just had the right person with you to spend it with.

“but-”

“hmm?” his fingers were now playing with your hair, weaving every strand delicately as he listened to what you had to say. “i promised junghwan to help him prepare for his exam-”

“you don't have to worry about it, i’ll ask doyoung hyung to help junghwan” his little grumpiness was back, and his lips curled themselves in little pout as he looked at you. “haruto.”

you didn't receive a hmm or yes from his, just a plain look on his face that screamed jealously. “have i told you that you look the cutest when you're jealous?” smiling brightly, you squished his cheeks and lips adoringly as haruto *pretended* to be annoyed by your actions.

“yaahh don't say that” you swore he was the cutest boy in the world for you. you pressed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, “okay, i won’t.”

the atmosphere fell in a pit of silence for a while after. haruto’s arms down your waist pulled you even closer, till your noses touched. you closed your eyes shut, letting your hands hold onto the fabric of his shirt as he delicately lead you. haruto had a special way with you, holding you ever so softly as if you were a piece of fine art he was afraid to break.

his warm hands cupped your cheek as he kissed you, and his nose cutely clashing into yours in an adorable conflict. as someone says : boys who grab your face with both hands when they kiss you win at pretty much everything.

and that everything included your heart, which was beating unsteadily in your chest for haruto had already disturbed the chords with his actions.

you couldn't calculate where the things could escalate to, and so you rested your hand on his chest, in a way to tell him to let go of you. normally, the two of you would end up dodging your heads away so neither of you could see how badly the other was blushing. but it seems today wasn't the usual.

“your lips are, so sweet ...”

blood rushed all over your face hearing your boyfriend say it in one breath. smiling, you pressed another kiss on his lips and looked at him scrunch in a ball. “aww, is my ruru shy?”

and indeed, haruto was too shy to say anything in his defence. and so, he let you tease him left and right and play with his tomato red face as he struggled to stop himself from blushing and thinking about his meek effort of complimenting you over and over again.

but frankly, he couldn't. and you were the only one who could do this to him.

©RAVENORI

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kpoppptrashhhh · 3 years

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