Nanami's Daughter Went Through An Identity Crisis At The Age Of Four.

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featuring. neurosurgeon!gojo | smut mdni, repost :p

neurosurgeon!gojo who you unknowingly meet in a bar on the night before your first day at your new job as a surgical intern. you didn’t really intend to get as drunk as you did, and you didn’t intend to kiss the really cute guy at the bar who had your attention all night. but, you more than definitely didn’t intend to bring him back to your apartment

“oh- fuck.”, you mewl as he continues pounding into your overstimulated pussy, his hand wrapped gently around your neck with the other roughly grabbing onto the plush of your hips. his brows were furrowed as he chases both of your highs with his own faint whimpers, his movements just so perfectly hitting your g-spot as you wrap your legs around his waist and throwing your head back because of the pure euphoria this man you had just met was giving you

neurosurgeon!gojo who wakes up in your bed the next morning, feeling so confused after you just shook his peacefully sleeping figure awake, ranting on at him

“so yeah, you need to leave.”, was the only thing he managed to clock onto after you had been rambling on about something. being late for your first day of work was it? all while he was still figuring out where he was for a second. he thinks you’re cute, though, trying to rush him out of your apartment. can’t say he’s ever had that happen to him before

neurosurgeon!gojo who does eventually leave after you got into the shower with you thinking that was it and you’d never see this ridiculously attractive stranger again

neurosurgeon!gojo who is described as a genius on your first day at work as a surgical intern, as one of the best surgeons in the country. some even would go as far to say the world. you were just so excited to meet and potentially work with him! especially with your interest to specialise in neurosurgery

neurosurgeon!gojo who makes some time in his busy schedule to talk to all the new surgical interns as head of neurosurgery and give some insight and advice to his new colleagues

neurosurgeon!gojo who sees you as he’s talking, his breath caught in his throat and stumbling on his words which go unnoticed by absolutely no one. you sharply inhale, knowing you had just slept with the head of neurosurgery just twelve hours ago - god, was this gonna cause a conflict of interest?

“oh my god, do you know the dr. gojo?”, one of your fellow interns ask as you feel your face heat up in embarrassment, shaking your head and pretending like you’ve never seen this man, when the night before he was eight inches deep inside you

neurosurgeon!gojo who after the talk with the interns, pulls you to the side with a cheeky grin on his face as he mentions the night before while you stand there awkwardly with your hands clasped together

neurosurgeon!gojo who then shamelessly asks you out to dinner, only to be met with your furrowed brows and stern voice telling him that it was inappropriate. he was basically your boss, who was several years older than you at that. not to mention that you’d both get fired if anyone was to find out

neurosurgeon!gojo who takes your rejection as a game, continuing to flirt with you shamelessly any chance he got despite the eye rolls and heavy sighs you met him with

neurosurgeon!gojo who chases you for the next month, even letting you assist in his surgeries after finding out how interested in neurosurgery you were. you wondered if he was simply playing favourites

“did you let me assist because we slept together?”, you ask bluntly, just ripping the bandaid off. “hm? yes i did.”, he admits with a shrug. “do you not realise how inappropriate that is?”, you scoff. “well, that’s what you wanted me to say, wasn’t it? that i chose you because you’re my favourite.” there’s a pause, “i chose you because i thought you were the most capable. believe it or not, i know how to do my job.”

neurosurgeon!gojo who you soon realise isn’t as bad as you originally thought as you continue working with him, his cocky demeanour slipping every so often where you see a genuinely selfless and kind hearted man who just simply wants to save lives

neurosurgeon!gojo who asks you out for a drink, one drink, he says, simply to celebrate a successful surgery on a case that had a 20% chance of survival after your assist with him

neurosurgeon!gojo who is so delightfully surprised when you say yes, his constant days of chasing you finally moving in the direction he wanted, even if it was minimal

neurosurgeon!gojo who ends up buying you both multiple drinks, just as you knew would happen. the both of you were so giggly as you stumble out the bar together, your hand resting on his chest whilst his arm was wrapped around your shoulder

neurosurgeon!gojo who decides to take his chances, the liquid courage definitely hitting his head a little too hard, and pulls you in slowly as he places a small and sweet kiss on your lips, completely taking you by surprise

neurosurgeon!gojo who apologises profusely once he sees your shocked reaction, thinking he’s just fucked up the good night you both were having together

neurosurgeon!gojo who is shut up by you, pulling his shirt so he’s down to your level and roughly kissing him again, the previous worries you had before completely gone and the only thing on your mind was him, and just maybe that mind blowing sex he gave you the first night you met

“take me home?”, you ask as gojo catches on to the real meaning behind your words, smiling to himself as he nods with butterflies in his stomach. maybe his hard work flirting with you had finally paid off

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"I'm already gone, so why not save yourself?"

it ends with all smiles for the first year trio <3 😊☀️🌟

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megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: new years kiss. anon requested. megumi comes over to nurse you on new years. wrote this in like 2 hours, it’s a little self indulgent because i’m sick and missed my new years plans.

birthday month drabble event

“I told you not to come over.” You say as you open the door to see your spiky haired boyfriend leaning against the door frame. He’s got a take out bag in one hand and a convenience store bag in the other.

Megumi shrugs nonchalantly, and you notice his dark hair looks slightly disheveled, as if he had hurried over without much thought. He steps inside without invitation, slipping off his shoes like it was second nature. "You're not good at taking care of yourself." he replies with an eye roll, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

In all honesty the second you had texted him you were sick he was already up and on his way to the store.

“Thanks Gumi.” You give him that soft smile that he loves so much and grunts as he places the bags on your kitchen counter with a gentle clatter, unpacking the contents swiftly. The steam rising from the familiar red and white striped bowl of miso soup and beside it sat a small tin of your favorite chamomile tea and a packet of the lemon-flavored cough drops he knew you secretly preferred. He hadn't just gotten medicine; he'd carefully picked out everything he thought you needed to get better.

He reaches a hand up to your forehead after unpacking, letting it linger for a split second. “No fever?”

“Nope. I think I just have a cold.” You sit down at your kitchen table, noticing the subtle furrow on Megumi’s brow. "Eat." he says, sliding the bowl of soup in front of you before taking a seat opposite you at the small table.

“You’re gunna get sick if you stick around me ya know?”

“No I won’t.” He says simply.

You scowl at him, he’s so predictable. Always acting tough when in reality he just couldn’t stand the idea of you all cuddled up alone and sick on the holiday.

The warmth of the soup travels down your throat, as you take your first bite, soothing and comforting. You sit in comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional sniffle from your cold until you finally speak again.

“You could still make it to the party you know? Yuji and Nobara probably want you there for the countdown.”

He doesn't look at you as he stands to take the kettle off the stove and prepare your tea. "They can manage without me." He says, pushing your mug of tea in front of you.

Once you finish your soup, Megumi cleans up as you return to your mountain of blankets on the couch. You cuddle up underneath them, pulling them up to your chin. As Megumi joins you, you move over slightly so he can sit down next to you. You grab the remote, turning on the TV to the New Years countdown. “Oh wow it’s already this late?”

Megumi hums softly, eyes flicking towards the TV as the countdown to the new year begins. His attention shifts, his gaze lingering on you. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know and you throw your hands up.

“Don’t even think about kissing me Megumi, you’ll definitely get sick.” You protest but he leans in anyway, closing the distance until your faces are mere inches away from each other.

“Too late.” He says as the countdown stops and his lips press against yours. The warmth from his lips is gentle, and though brief it admittedly takes your breath away. His kisses always do, so tender in their simplicity, always leaving your heart fluttering in a way that makes you momentarily forget the congestion in your chest.

Megumi pulls back slowly, and the corners of his lips are upturned ever so slightly. “Happy New Year.” He says, settling back against the couch as he covers you up further and his eyes move back to the TV screen.

The next week, as you knew would happen, Megumi had caught your cold and it was you at his place nursing him back to good health. You’d tried to scold him, telling him it was all because he just had to kiss you. But he had only two feverish words in response to that. “Worth it.”