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happy gojo fluff friday i guess. gojo x f!reader. established relationship, self indulgent crafting fluff, reader is teaches the second years. | divider by cafekitsune, wc 1.4k, reading time 5 mins 17 seconds

“I used to make these all the time, remember?”

Sitting with your legs tucked beneath you in your living room, you hold up a bundle of braided twine bracelets, a rainbow of colors with assorted charms attached to them. Little plastic seashells on the blue one, flowers dotting the green one.

Satoru remembers, he still has the one you made him in your first year. It feels like a lifetime ago that six teenagers had vaguely matching mementos they wore showing their unity as a group, yourself and your fellow first years Nanami and Haibara and of course himself and his friends. 

“Blue seems cliche,” you opined at the time with a raised brow, a pink cheeked seventeen year old Gojo staring back at you anxiously. His crush had bloomed by then although you pretended to be oblivious to it. “How about pink instead?”

He has never been able to tell you no so he nodded, keeping his mouth screwed shut while you worked. Pink he received, so bright it almost hurt his eyes to wear it back then. You attached a little smiley face charm right in the middle, affixing it around his wrist. He wore it every day until it began to unravel, safely kept in a small lockbox in the back of his closet.

The same box that contains most of the memories you’ve given him, the photos, the cards, the trinkets, and the ones the two of you have yet to make including that pesky engagement ring he can never seem to figure out the right time to give you.

“I might take it to school with me tomorrow just to see what the kids think.”

Two big hands make their way to your bent thighs and you smile, still digging through the box in your lap. Beads, closures, all the stuff you used to pride yourself on keeping tidy and neat. You glance up at him, that same smile on your face.

“Let me make you a new one since I have all this stuff out.”

You dig through the box for a minute more, squinting and making a show of exaggeratedly humming. Leaning in toward him, you hold colored embroidery floss up to his face to compare it to the shades of his eyes, the unforgettable feature that they are. One bundle of floss is too green, the other is too yellow. 

“What do you think the kids will say?” He asks, watching each of your movements raptly. Your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth when you concentrate, an adorable habit you’ve maintained in all of the years he’s known you, and you sit back on your haunches for a moment, hands on your thighs. 

Yet another adorable habit.  

He reaches to grab your arm, gently rubbing his thumb along the inside of it. You smile at the touch and ponder what your students will truly think if you bring this to them. It’s a bit of a dated hobby compared to the luxury of choice teenagers have now and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head.

“Well, Maki will probably say you’re rubbing off on me since I don’t bother to teach anymore and call it stupid to my face.” Satoru chuckles, watching through his lashes while you spring back into action, reaching behind you to grab a few more bundles of blue. “Inumaki will probably spell something inappropriate in English if I bring the letter beads. Panda will ask me to make each of them a matching bracelet because he’s sweet and will request that I make one for Yuuta to have when he gets back, too.”

Looking at the latest bounty recovered from the little tackle box that stores the trinkets required for this, you gasp. Cerulean with a deep blue sparkle woven through the strands. 

I’ll save this for something special some day, you told yourself more than a decade ago, spending your student stipend in some fancy embroidery shop in Nippori. Yen exchanged for fancy thread, dotted with glitter or metallic coating. You had no idea. Maybe you even bought it back then hoping a day where you’d be able to compare it to Satoru’s eyes would arrive, subconsciously laying the tracks for your own future.

“It’s a perfect match.”

The grin on your face is mirrored by your love who reaches around your body to grab from the twine selection himself. A handful of colors that match your eyes sit across his large palm and he glances down at the collection, mimicking your previous attempts to find something that screamed “him”.

“What are you doing?” The question is a half joke but you let him hum to himself, raising one bundle and then another to compare them. “Well, I didn’t make you one back then because I thought I was too cool,” he blinks at you, making you giggle. “I was right, of course, but there’s no time like the present, right?”

Nodding your agreement, you remove the paper from around the twine and shake it out. You’ll need some coordinating colors so you dig back through the bundles in front of you, sticking them against his face again. 

“I still have the one you made me, by the way.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes and use your index finger to poke around in the bead compartment, searching for the perfect one for your newest creation.

“Don’t lie, I can always tell.” Satoru grabs your hand delicately although your fingers are still holding various crafting supplies and raises it to his lips, gently kissing your wrist. You are very attentive to the little things about him and likely noticed when he finally stopped wearing it, several years after it was first made. “I’m not lying. I had to stop wearing it because it was unweaving and I didn’t want to lose it forever.”

You feel guilty for the accusation and lean in toward him, kissing the tip of his nose, claiming your hand back from his grasp to begin braiding twine together into a pattern.

“I can always re-make it if you’d rather have a pink one,” you offer, braiding together various shades of blue in your lap without looking down. “I can wear this one.”

Smiling softly, he looks at you, then the bundle of your eye colored twine in his own hand.

“You wear the blue one and I’ll make one that matches you to wear myself, how about that?”

Nodding, you let the conversation fall quiet while he unbundles his own selections, fingers deftly separating and joining three strands, just the way you tried to teach him years ago when you assumed he didn’t care. He has always paid far more attention to you than you’ve realized and you’ve given him a lot to study over the last ten or so years.

“I think you should leave this at home,” he admits. It’s selfish but he doesn’t want to see you share this precious memory with your students who may not even appreciate it. He wants to sit cross legged on the living floor with you, making little friendship bracelets that will eventually unravel or fade or snap, for the rest of his life. He wants to make them for your children someday, matching bracelets with mom and dad. He wants to keep this, to keep you, all to himself.

“Okay. It’s probably for the best anyway, I don’t need to give them one more thing to give me shit about.”

Satoru leans toward you and kisses your forehead right as you’re finishing the blue bracelet. He looks down, tying and knotting it around your wrist, remembering when you did the same for him so long ago. 

“Looks good.” His words catch your eye and you smile up at him, looking between his eyes and the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. It is an uncanny match and you’re proud of your own eye for color though your pride is stopped in its tracks when he sticks out his wrist, bracelet pinched between two of his fingers and dangling from his hand. “Would you mind?”

You do as he did for you, as you’ve done for him before, with softness in your eyes it would be impossible to hide. 

“Not bad,” you compliment and he shrugs with a chuckle. “Obviously. I even think mine is the better of the two.”

Letting your hand rest in his lap, next to his, the hastily made bracelets sit one next to the other on each of your bodies. His eyes follow yours and he weaves your fingers together, thumb gently rubbing the thickest part of your palm.

It’ll always be the two of you, a perfectly matched set, no matter what.

#Kendall this is so CUTE #I feel so warm and fuzzy inside #and I definitely needed a dose of that #I love the whole getting to remake the friendship bracelet thing #and I adore your descriptions #🍑’s peaches — Kendall!!

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As it turns out I am not suffering writer’s block I just am never left the fuck alone and I am constantly overstimulated as a result!!

#that’s why I was able to write so much last summer #i was locked in a room for 2.5 months #🍑 bitches #new tag ig

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A Writer’s Ask Game

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Rhea and I are discussing the toxic Eren Jaeger agenda annnnnnd

#I’m such a slut for toxic men who would make ME apologize after they gaslit the fuck outta me #all while pushing me down on my knees #hehehehe

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THAT SCENE I POSTED THIS MORNING IS FROM READER BEING ON HER PERIOD AND GAHHH WAVELENGTHHHH.

This is biblically canon to me. He’s the #1 guy to help you through a period, labor, sickness PERIOD. He’s a natural caregiver (and worrywart) but he will bend over backwards if it means helping you.

Okay, I've been having a LOT of thoughts about Sanemi. Partly because of the fic I'm writing and partly because of @/peachdues absolutely god tier writing of him.

I have come to the conclusion that he would just be the absolute BEST friend or partner when you are on your period??

Like, this man is canonically a mama's boy, and he has two sisters. Of course he is educated in these things. Of course he knows enough to look after his family when they're dealing with this.

He is the kind of man who will carry sanitary products. He is the kind of man who will produce painkillers if he sees you wince or thinks you look uncomfortable, or if he's just provided you with aforementioned sanitary products.

This man will be understanding and patient, even if you're a little snappy. He will sympathise if you feel rough. He will go to the shops for you and be not at all embarrassed to get you anything you need. If you want space, you will get it (with him still available should you need something). If you want to be attached to him at all times, he will make it happen. If you feel generally pathetic and gross and disgusting, he will be there to lend a supportive ear and reassuring words. Sometimes a person just needs to vent about how nasty periods can be, and he has got you!

Just Sanemi being a supportive guy because he is a sweet boy under all the trauma 🥹🥺

#also??? #ROXY YOURE WRITING A FIC?? #ALSMSDmslalalakalamaak

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Fanfic tiktok is wild... I see so many people saying shit like "I could never read anything below 60k!!", or "What story can you even tell in under 5k words?" or "A oneshot below 10k isn't even a story!" or "I always filter completed fics by 100k< only!"

And I'm like...

A) which fandoms are you reading fics for where you have this kind of offerings on the regular?

B) have you heard of short stories? If you truly think every story NEEDS to be longform to connect with people, I sincerely feel sorry for you.

C) Average novel length is between 50k to 100k. I'm sorry, but CONSISTENTLY demanding fic writers to push out fics of that length is insane. Just think about it: YOU DEMAND AUTHORS TO PUT OUT FICS THAT COMPARE TO COMMERCIAL NOVELS IN LENGTH (AND QUALITY) AS A BASELINE.

Yall are wilding.

#I’m so sorry but I do not understand only looking for completed fics #maybe that’s a personal thing but #there are so many good stories out there that never get finished because the author loses motivation bc no one wants to be patient

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🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

#I am this Sanemi’s whore #compass #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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y’all want a little sneak peek of some soft Compass content?

Note that this scene will not be included in Part I, but will be featured in a later installment, should I continue the series.

CW: mention of robbery • injury • gang member!Sanemi • protective Sanemi • slight skip between scenes because this is just a teaser lmao

Your face pales as he thunders toward you. “Sanemi, wait — it’s not that bad —“

But he doesn’t listen; not as he reaches for you, his hands cupping your jaw, trapping you in place. His eyes are wild as he scrutinizes your face, hands tilting your head every direction, assessing.

His eyes run first over the cut on your lip before settling on the bruise forming along your cheek. At the first glimpse of the faint swelling along your cheekbone, his frantic, angry concern melts into something colder; more frightening.

Murderous.

Your fingers wrap around his wrists as he begins to tremble. “Sanemi,” you say lowly, urgent. “Sanemi, I’m okay — it was just a robbery —“

“Just a robbery?” His voice is hard and unforgiving. “Just a fuckin’ robbery?”

“I’m going back to headquarters,” Iguro says quietly, eager to distance himself from the pair. Without another word, Sanemi’s fellow hashira retreats to the back of the store and slips out of the service entrance.

Sanemi makes a mental note to thank him later. His hands remain on your face, his finger gingerly wiping away the smudge of blood where it’s dried on your lip. “What were they after?”

“Just the cash in the register,” you wince. “They were just some petty thieves —“

“Give me names and I’ll handle it.”

“It’s not like they identified themselves,” you say, exasperated. “And I definitely wasn’t about to ask.”

“Descriptions, then,” Sanemi says through clenched teeth as he leads you through the back exit of the store, arm latched firmly around your waist, guiding you to where he’d unceremoniously propped his motorcycle against the alley wall.

“Get on the bike,” and because Sanemi can see you hesitate, can see the protest building on your tongue, he sharply adds, “Now.” He reaches for a spare helmet and shoves it toward you.

You can’t help it. The moment you spy his arm lifting to push the helmet down over your head, you flinch. Hard.

All at once, Sanemi’s panicked anger winks out like a star. His arm drops limply to his side. He does not reach for you again.

He murmurs your name and finally, you look to him, eyes full of guilt that matches his own.

“I would put a bullet in my head before I ever raised a hand to you.”

You nod, mortified. “I know,” you whisper. “I know that.”

And you do. If there was one certainty in this — this thing between you, it was that Sanemi could not hurt you. No matter how angry, no matter how frantic he was, all that fell away the moment you were within his reach.

His voice is gentle, so very gentle as he asks, “Can I touch you?”

You nod and he folds you between his arms. His lips press gently against your forehead and then he breaks away, his hand cradling your face.

———-

You shouldn’t be surprised at the soft knock at your bathroom door; that he’d heard you pitiful attempts to stifle your sobs behind your hand and under the spray of the shower head.

A rush of cool air breaks up some of the steamy humidity of the bathroom. Sanemi softly calls your name. “Can I come in?”

You squeak out a soft yes, your eyes squeezing shut as your tears escape down your cheeks, mixing in with the shower water streaming over you.

He pulls back the shower curtain and his face falls as you shrink back against the soap-scummed tile.

“C’mere,” his hand lands softly at your waist and he tugs you in. You follow without resistance, eager to melt into the reassuring warmth of his skin.

It dawns on you that the arm locked around your waist is half-holding you up, Sanemi bracing your weight against him.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” He murmurs between kisses against your ear, his other hand cupping the back of your head, cradling your face into his throat. “Just let it out.”

#one of theeee most self indulgent fics I’ve written to date lmao #demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader

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Peach, you are SO BEAUTIFUL 😔😔😔 feeling sad bcs we don't get to see you more on here!!! You are a sight for sore eyes!!!!!

Oh bestie don’t you worry I’m so easily flattered so here!! I am nothing if not vain!!

#i threw in a couple of throwbacks from last year when I was experimenting with different hair colors lmao

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Update I devoured that burger in like two minutes and then ate the rest of the grilled onions straight from the pan

I want a cheeseburger.

#I am so happy rn

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#Very accepting #and encouraging #even to the point of encouraging what is objectively detrimental to my mental health /lh #and by that i mean my unhealthy desire to be bred by 2D men

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Permission to not study for college finals and read In The Neatherwood instead! 💜🙂‍↕️

No no no!! Study!! Do well!! Werewolf dick will be here for you after!!

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DEMON SLAYER

PINTEREST: kny_choco

#Sanemi’s lil fangs I love him #my feral boy #and Kyo!!

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Playboy sanemi?? Is my heart about to be broken?😭😭

lolol noooo, Sanemi’s only had one interaction with Reader when you see him slutting around. You’ll know the point at which he stops sleeping with anything that moves. Bc he’s down bad

#🍑’s asks

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I have a confession peach, as a virgin over the age of 27, I'm looking forward to compass a lot, I feel seen, even if it is fiction, its a scenario and idea I will still gobble up bc how could I not, its SANEMI

AHHHH THIS MEANS SO MUCH BESTIE!!! 😭🤍😭🤍😭🤍 and no shame in that!! Tbh, I love writing virginity loss fics bc my own story was ASS.

I will say, the virginity scene is from his POV and Sanemi is lowkey having an internal CRISIS the entire time he’s getting balls deep inside reader (and after), but he’s talking her through it the entire time. Honestly I’ve been revisiting the smut scene for…reasons over the past few days because I’m so insanely attracted to this version of Sanemi (Sam had a medication change so his body is adjusting leave me aloneeeee)

Plus, if y’all end up wanting more, I’ve got it! But EEEE THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU SWEET FLOWER!! SMOOCHES AND LOVE TO YOU!!

#this was originally supposed to be a meta examination of Sanemi’s self loathing and feelings of unworthiness and it still is #the smut scene especially #but I have no self control and just couldn’t stop writing once I started

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Man whore Sanemi?🧍🏻‍♀️ what does that mean? Could you elaborate?👀

lmaooo well, Sanemi in Compass has a bit of a uh… reputation that precedes him. Enough so that even Reader has heard about how he gets around.

TL;DR you’re gonna see a very brief scene of him sticking his dick in someone who isn’t Reader (but again, it’s very short).

I should add he doesn’t even bother learning the poor girl’s name lmao

#what a slut #dw he uses protection until it comes time to pop reader’s cherry

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speaking of bad boy!Sanemi in Compass, y’all WILL get to see a brief passage of him being an utter man-whore

#true fuck boy energy #dw he doesn’t act that way towards reader