#MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

[purityberry]

*ೃ༄ Plushie Rivalry!

synopsis: jjk men being jealous of your plushie.

features: gojo, megumi, yuji, choso, takuma, toji

[sugarwarachan]

(･ω･)つ andy's notes: megumi fushiguro when you have a bf he hates. cws: all characters 20+, mild smut, afab!reader, mdni

bsf!megumi who's never once admitted to his years-long crush on you, no matter how many times yuuji and nobara tease him over it.

bsf!megumi who might have convinced himself that he's perfectly content loving you from a distance, but every night he dreams of you in his arms.

bsf!megumi who can normally hold his composure suddenly having to excuse himself from the room whenever you hang out to address the raging cockstand in his pants.

bsf!megumi whose stomach sinks when you start dating someone.

bsf!megumi who hates your scummy boyfriend so much that he actually starts to hate you. why don't you understand that you deserve better? how are you so blinded by pretty words?

bsf!megumi who knows he won't be able to stop himself from saying something so he just avoids you altogether.

bsf!megumi who gets cornered into confronting you by nobara (she grew bored of the moping). he does his best not to notice how beautiful you look, but it's the first thing his eyes take in. he's missed you so much it's like a sucker punch to the gut.

bsf!megumi who does his best not to grin like an idiot when you tell him you dumped that loser. "about time you kicked him to the curb," he says, eyes fixed on the gentle pout of your lips. you roll your eyes at his response, and he knows he's been an immature asshole for avoiding you, but now that he's confronted by the reality of confessing his feelings, he's scared shitless.

bsf!megumi who thinks it should be so simple to say "I've loved you for years," but the words feel inadequate compared to the space you consume in his heart.

bsf!megumi who can't help but laugh when you say, "I come all this way to tell you I left that guy and you won't even make a move?"

bsf!megumi who groans against your mouth when he kisses you, cupping your jaw with one hand and running the other in between your shoulder blades. his mind fuzzes out when your tongues clash, the kiss devolving into a mess of teeth and spit as he wrestles you closer to him

bsf!megumi who loves how responsive you are. "he ever make you feel this good?" he asks as he licks a filthy stripe down your neck, biting at your collarbone and roughly squeezing your tit through your shirt. "didn't touch you as well as your best friend does, huh?"

bsf!megumi who mixes rough and sweet so well, bullying his cock into your quivering hole with rocking strokes before sliding all the way in. "fuck, rolling your eyes back in your head already, baby? i haven't even gotten started." (like father like son)

bsf!megumi who is a fucking menace determined to make you cum as many times as possible to make up for lost time.

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[rahuratna]

I LOVE THIS AAAAAA. All the doggos for Kakashi senses. And Pakkun matches Megumi's vibe 😂😂😂😂

wires crossed in summoning

[sadbenedict]

the monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here...

(I get so emotional about dadjo plss I will go reread all fics)

[yujibooty]

angry sex >:)

࿐ Thighs shaking, your mind fuzzy as you try to keep a grip onto sanity. Every plap and fwop forcing a grunt and whine out of you.

“Sh- ghh..shut the fuck..” It was obvious he was drowning in pleasure but he tried his best not to show it. Biting his lip like drool wasn’t spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Megumi’s tried his best to make his small ‘shut up’s’ and degrading remarks come off as rude but in truth it was because every squeak, shaky breath, and whine you let out made his legs wobbly and his toes curl.

His permanent frown faltering every time he hits your g-spot.

Minutes before this you two were bickering. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and so on.

How did we get here?

You try to recall but you can hardly even think, feeling pain in between your shoulder and neck. Megumi biting down as he picked up the pace.

He really wasn’t showing mercy. Did you piss him off that much? From the looks of it he was clearly as dazed as you were. Subconsciously kissing and making out with the bite marks he branded you with, his dark hair messier than usual.

After all the glares his green eyes gave you, you never once thought you’d see them in such a submissive state.

Oh- right. You hate this guy. You clench down on him, forcing a lewd gasp out of him, his voice cracking.

You hear him whisper something along the lines of I hate you so much.

For some reason it sounded so much better than all the pervious times.

Note to self; never let THIS happen again.

MAKE SURE YOU TOP HIM NEXT TIME!!

[adiadagaki]

shy!megumi spends most of his time looking at you, thinking of how he will kiss you when the day is over, how you hug him so sweetly, listen to his little complaints about Gojo, Yuji and Nobara, but most of all how you let him drown his worries inbetween your legs. Not that he shows any of those feelings off in public, Yuji has questioned if you are actually dating before.

shy!megumi struggles to ask you for things verbally and so he has adopted little tells in order to nudge you into giving him what he wants, him nudging his head against your shoulder means he wants to cuddle, a nudge of his arm in public means he wants you to hold his hand, and so on.

shy!megumi isn’t into PDA but he is jealous and possessive despite of it. If someone, guy or girl, approaches you in any manner they are getting a glare that could put them in a box six feet deep. If the situation calls for it he has no problem asserting that fact through words.

shy!megumi who isn’t so quiet when you guys have sex, that’s when all the noise he holds in comes out.

“F-fuck baby, you are squeezing the life out of me.” His forehead fell against yours, his loud moans landing right against your lips as his hips slapped against yours in such a brutal rhythm.

Squeezing the sheets, you arched up into him, impossibly turned on by his lewd words and wickedly talented hips.

“More Megs. Please.”

shy!megumi uses you as an excuse to get out of any and every social event.

“Hey Megumi, me and Nobara are going to a house party you gotta come.”

“Sorry, I am cooking for my girlfriend tonight.”

“Megumi we are going to the movies.”

“Sorry, I am taking my girlfriend out on a date tonight.”

shy!megumi really is going to go home to you, but in reality he will slip into bed with you and listen to you talk about your day while you play with his hair.

shy!megumi is forever buying you presents and gifts for putting up with him. In your eyes there isn’t a thing wrong with him but no matter how hard you try and assure him it makes no difference.

shy!megumi who would do anything for you, you only had to ask.

[fskgmegunoba]

WAIT I JUST REALIZED.................... THIS IS CRAAAAAAZY

[itwdoris]

megumi between your legs, rubbing the tip of his nose against the fabric of your panties, you can feel the warmth of his breath warming you even more, lazy dragging his face against you, sniffing you with his eyes closed, hands squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs around him.

pulling the fabric until he can fit his head and feel you, he needily sighs, opening his mouth slightly to leave kisses on you, sticking out his tongue against it, unnecessarily slowly over you, saliva dripping, wetting and mixing with your arousal, he spits, over and over again, watching attentively as it runs down through your folds.

megumi keeps licking, so lazy, breathing heavily, focused on what he's doing, devouring you with no rush.

for those who missed him

[shiggyscumrag]

Yuji Itadori is the embodiment of this text.

“Yuji please don’t stop.” You say panting with a moan slipping out at the end. One hand on your clit circling to match the pace of his hips slamming into you. Fast and rough yet he looks at you so tenderly. Little did you know just how fucking beautiful you were to him. You make him go crazy . “Fuck I wish I could get you pregnant.” Head now hanging low he groans out. Pussy drunk and lost in the sight of you. You can feel yourself about to tip over the edge and cum when a hand finds your throat. Your eyes find his, pink matching the flush on your cheeks. Squeezing he pulls you forward into a kiss sending you over. Pulling back you moan out his name loudly. “Come on baby, say it louder for the neighbors.” He teases pumping in and out working you through your high. Coming to a halt you start to kiss his neck and jaw leaving pink lipstick stains in their wake. “Shit I’m cumming!” He moans out, holding your hips to him tightly.

Megumi Fushiguro would be confused as hell if you ever said you wanted to get him pregnant.

“God I wish I could get you pregnant.” You couldn’t bite your tongue fast enough this time round. He’s just too fucking pretty to handle. Whipping his head around Megumi only gave you a bewildered look. “What did you just say?” Staring at you now fully engrossed on whatever you have to say to make what you just said make sense. “You know how male seahorses change sexes to carry the offspring for the females.” He stared at you with the same expression as if what you said made it all make sense. “So you know, I’d want to like you know-“ you cut yourself out to look at him and see if it was clicking now. It was not. “You want to get me pregnant so I can carry the kids?” He said while still sporting a puzzled look while scratching his head. “Yeah basically.” A long pause followed and he hesitated to say something and then decided to actually speak his mind. “That’s weirdly a little hot.” “REALLY?!” You shouted out of excitement and relief at him not thinking you’re a weirdo. “A little yeah, also a little embarrassing. I don’t know how that’d even be possible or more importantly I guess, how to fulfill that desire.” His hand now cupping his chin he’s diving deep in his brain to find an answer to his own curiosities. “I could peg you if you’re into that?” Looking up confused he questioned you. “What’s pegging?” Shocked pikachu face inserted here. “I have this fake penis I’d wear and I’d just fuck you I like you do me.” His cheeks turned a bright red against his pale face. “You already have one?” He asked and you let out a small chuckle before placing a soft kiss to his lips. Kissing back he closes his eyes then looks at you lazily when you pull away. “Want to try some new things out baby?” He shook his head shyly and you planted a much more hot and needy kiss then before. “Then what are you waiting for baby, follow me.” After that he followed you closely to the bedroom where you pulled a bright pink sparkly strap from your nightstand. “You think you can handle it?” Looking down at the toy he laughs a little. “I’m bigger, so yeah.” Frankie last words. A half hour of prep later and you’re pulling three fingers from his ass. Tears swell down his puffy pink cheeks and his tip is bright red leaking pre. “Fuck why’d you stop.” He whined. “It’s time to for me to see what you get to see every night. I get to see someone so pretty begging for me to fuck him dumb on my cock.” Grabbing the tip of the strap you circle around his ring. You stifled a moan that threatened to leave your throat as you watched him fall apart from the tip of your strap alone. Whiney moans echo loud around the room as you start to slowly pull out then push gently back in. “Fuck! Fuck please don’t stop!” Grabbing at the back of your head he pulls you closer to him. Chest to chest you start a slow steady pace that has him falling apart on you. You can hooch start to twitch when he frantically moans out “I’m cumming!” Which is a little too late because his cum is splattering all over his chest and your tits. You pump him through it making him cum even harder. His head rolled back against the pillows with loud groans following.

Kirishima Ejirou would be highly likely to send you this as soon as he finds out how seahorses can do this.

You’d be at work and suddenly get three loud notifications following quickly one after another. You decided to steal a quick peak since it could be a possible emergency. Lookin down you see it’s from Kiri. You’re a little more concerned now, he’s on patrol right now so is it really an emergency? Nope just three messages that read as follow: “babe babe look what I found!!” *insert link to an article about male seahorses being able to change sexes and give birth* “I wish you could get me pregnant 😔” Shocked would be an understatement. You decide instead of being critical and asking what the hell is going on, to play along. Sending back your reply you tuck away your phone and go back to work. You hear a barrage of messages rolling in from inside your purse but choose to ignore it. Later after work you come home to immediately be pounced on. The closed door now has your back pressed against it while your chest was against Ejirou’s. “You think you’re so cute don’t you?” You let out a chuckle at him while saying “Whatever could you mean honey?” Grabbing your chin he makes you look him in the eyes. “Let me remind you then. ‘Maybe I should tryout a fun new toy I got for us tonight then? Or I can just keep riding you till I get pregnant. ;)’” You look at his illuminated phone screen. A choked gasp left your lips as he lifted you over his shoulder. Smacking your ass he then bit your right cheek. “Ow kiri what are you doing!” You fake protest as you gently punched his back. “I’m holding you accountable for your horniness.” “You’re the one who said you wanted me to get you pregnant first!” “You’re the one who gave me a boner on patrol that had Fat Gum cracking jokes!” He threw you gently down on the bed leaning down over you. His face inches from yours, his breath fanning gently on your face. It was comforting having him this close, so easy to eat up. “I’m holding you to your word honey.” Pausing his thumb finds your bottom lip slipping in. Lapping at his thumb you let it go with a pop. “You’re not gonna make me beg for it are you?” Fuck you’re in for a long, but fun night.

[doctorsiren]

some more jjk animal au doodles from a few weeks ago and from yesterday

also side note, it looks like Sukuna is grinning but he’s not LMAO those are his markings haha his mouth is closed

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"Yep! Just like Jinx and Yuji, those two are definitely a couple, and she is definitely Yuji's type." He tells Megumi. "Especially after knowing that when Todo…uh…beat me up after telling me that."

"Well, everyone can never expect to find their soulmate in the same place. It was still surprising that Yuji's own soulmate was in NYC and being Jinx...she still is just like him." Megumi said yet it only leaves him more quiet. However, it just tells another story about it.

"Say…is this soulmate true? Is it like a jujutsu thing?"

"Hmm? Well, it depends on how you see or feel about it. However, having a soulmate is something like a jujutsu thing. Something tells you that your soulmate is close. Almost like this connecting bound with the other..like your cursed energy is mixing together with them....but it's usually a feeling when you knew....you will know..." he said thinking of a certain someone that was in NYC.

"True true.....but I'm sure if you ask she will tell you." Megumi said to Kisho yet he was thinking about it. So much history was unknown about it. However, this leaves the other wondering.

"She said that she came from a place that has interesting creatures. Taz draw it for me and I figure out where she came from." Kisho says, "Australia." He grins. "It's so crazy. If Sukuna found a soul mate that is from a different country. I don't know much about Australia, but I do know it's pretty wild over there. Now thinking about it, it makes sense given her accent."

"Then they both will be perfect for one another.."

[lumislibrary]

JJK SMAU COMPILATION 4

crossposted from tiktok @wast3land.baby

cw: vaping, underage drug use (dont vape kids)

[mia-can-yap-too]

No.1 Fan

Who?:- Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! Author! Reader

Warnings:- fluff, no curse!au, brief mentions of Yuji and Nobara, move aside Gege I made Satosugo canon.

♫:- poster boy — Lyn Lapid

Megumi Fushiguro was a lot of things. Son, brother, friend, acquaintance, student. All these are no surprise, after all, everyone has these traits. But what one would not expect him to be, was a fan. 

Megumi was fifteen when he first heard of you. Back then, newspaper articles were filled with your face, your name, you. A literary prodigy. A girl who, at the ripe age of fifteen, won three awards for her debut book. Every which way he turned, there was always mention of you. Tired of all what he deemed was 'meaningless glazing', he bit the bullet and read your book. 

He was entranced, hanging onto every word. Simultaneously wanting to find out the outcome and dreading for it to end. He developed emotional connections with your characters, sympathized with their circumstances and teared up from their losses. He had never felt like this before. 

When he ultimately finished the book, he was left staring into the void. The epilogue was left to fate, no definite promises. He wanted to know more. He wanted more of your writing. He wanted to feel the way he did once more, even though no other book he read after provoked the same feelings, the same anticipation, sympathy and sorrow again. He wanted more. 

And so Megumi started waiting hopefully for the release of your next book. And the next one. And the one after that as well. Oh, and the rest too. He would be the first to get a hold of the latest book. Bought all the limited editions. Signed up to all your websites. Read any and every article which had even the tiniest mention of you. Defended your name on the Internet when anyone dared to insult you. Megumi became your biggest fan. 

So, imagine the excitement he felt when he found out you were coming to Tokyo to promote your latest book, were going to do a book signing event at his local bookstore. He immediately started planning his outfit, which books he would bring to be signed (he ended up bringing up all of them), which time he would arrive in order to be one of the first people you would meet (he did not end up being one of the first). 

And so, now Megumi waits in the never-ending line at your signing. You were right there. The same girl he admired so much. The author of the books he devoted so much time and money to. And you were so kind and polite too. Smiling at every single person, making small talk before adding a perfect autograph with a personalized message on the index page. 

A cough from behind him pushes him out of his thoughts. "Hey dude, get moving already," says an annoyed voice. He didn't even realize that it was his turn already. You send a polite smile his way, waiting for him to come up to you. Megumi's face flushes in embarrassment. Unconsciously, he fixes up his hair and clothes before walking towards you. 

"Hello! How are you?" You say, your voice so sweet, he could listen to it all day.  

"Uh, hi. I'm well," he should probably ask you too. "....and you?"

"I'm doing great, thank you for asking! What's your name?" 

"Megumi. Fushiguro. Yes, Megumi Fushiguro. And you?" He realizes his mistake too late. 

His eyes widen in panic but you brush it off with a laugh. "I'm Y/n L/n, not sure if you've heard it before," you joke. 

"Sorry...I uh didn't mean to. Of course, I know who you are, I came to your event after all." Great, now he's rambling. You probably think he's the most awkward guy you've ever met. 

"It's okay, don't worry about it. So what book have you brought for me to sign today?"

He pulls out all of them, even the limited editions. This may be the only time he ever sees you, no way was he gonna miss the opportunity. 

Your eyes widen slightly. "A-All of them? Oh wow, you must really like my books. Is that the limited edition of 'The Last Dragon'? I saw so many people say it was almost impossible to get!" 

"Uh...yes?" His face is faintly flushed from your praise. 

Your smile brightens. You begin signing the books, "well, Megumi, thank you for supporting me so much! I'm very grateful! I really hope we meet again sometime soon!" 

Huh? What do you mean by that? Don't you live in USA? 

You return the books, and your hands brush with his. You send one last bright smile his way, one that makes his heart stutter. How had he never realized how beautiful you were before? 

"Goodbye, Megumi Fushiguro!"

"Goodbye, Y/n L/n," he says so quietly that you almost didn't catch it. 

He find his personalized note in the limited edition of 'The Last Dragon'. He dreams of it when he sleeps. 

'Your passion and enthusiasm reminds me of why I write. Thank endlessly for your support. My world wouldn't be the same without readers like you, Megumi.

~ Y/n ;D' 

-- 

He hands the customer their iced americano. Phew, rush hour has just ended. It was quite a busy day this morning, but now his shift should go as usual, nice and quiet. It is these times when he writes his essays and completes his assignments, the environment of the cafe fueling his productivity. 

He is wiping the counters when the bell chimes. He turns around, ready to great the customer with his usual monotone greeting, though he stops in his tracks when he sees you at the door.  To be honest, he hadn't stopped thinking about you since the signing event. So much that his friends, Yuji and Nobara, started teasing him for having a crush.

And there you are, in all your glory, looking around the cafe, headphones around your neck and tote bag on your shoulder. Your eyes do a double take when they find his. 

"Hey! I know you!" 

"You....do?" He had expected you to forget all about him.

"Yeah, your'e Megumi Fushiguro, right? I hope I'm right, else this is really really embarrassing." 

He rubs at his nape as he looks away, eye contact being almost too much for him. 

"Yes, that's me."

You walk up to the counter with a skip in your step. "I hope you still remember me," you tease. 

"I... do remember. What would you like to order?" For some unknown reason, he really wants to know how you enjoy your coffee. Latte, espresso, americano, or plain black? Or would you just get tea instead? Would you like a pastry with it, or would you get a sandwich instead? What does it matter to him anyways? 

Your eyes skim the menu, blissfully unaware of his myriad of thoughts. It doesn't take long for your e/c eyes to find his. "I'll get a mocha frapp��, please. Oh, and a chocolate croissant with that too." 

It takes him a moment to ask. "To go?" 

"No, I'll be staying, it seems like a nice place, calm and quiet," you remark. 

He nods. Should he say something back? If so, what? Or should he just keep quiet? You decide for him, sitting at a table nearest to the counter. You take out a laptop, one decorated with multiple stickers. It pulls a ghost of a smile on Megumi's lips. It seemed a lot like you to do that. 

He prepares your order, keeping one eye on you as you type away on your laptop. Are you writing your next book? If so, would he be able to get a peak when he delivers your order? Or are you just answering emails? He still needs to do his assignments, would he even be able to concentrate with you here? 

You smile at him when he sets your frappé and croissant on your table. Why is it so hot in here? Should he tell his boss to get the air conditioner fixed? 

He doesn't have the courage to smile back, not that that would be his usual reaction to something like this. He returns to counter and pulls out his own laptop. He would look like a creep, standing there, staring at you, doing nothing. So this was the best possible option, even if his mind kept drifting to the absolute wonder six feet away from him. 

Two hours, three to-go customers and a few assignments later, you stretch your arms in your chair. Of course, he notices, even though he keeps his eyes locked on his screen. 

You tilt your head at him. "I assume you're doing your assignments?" 

Your unexpected question gives him an excuse to look at you. "Huh? Yeah." 

You smile. "What major are you?"

"Creative Writing," he replies. 

"Need any help? I'm good at brainstorming, you know?" 

"You want to help? Don't you have your own work to do?"

"It's gotten a bit boring, right now. Anyways, anything for my biggest fan," you say with a sly smirk on your lips. He hopes you don't realize how much you fluster him. 

You take his silence as a yes. Hopping over to the counter, you gesture for him to turn the laptop towards you. You read the prompt and hold your chin as you think. 

When you finally do get an idea, you share it with Megumi, conversing with him the best possible ways to go about it, sharing various tips and tricks. And Megumi swears he has never felt happier. 

-- 

This becomes a regular occurrence between you and Megumi. You place the same order everyday (he prepares it before you come), write a couple of words for your next book, and then proceed to help Megumi (who has started to sit next to you instead of leaning on the counter all the time). 

He learns that you moved to Japan, permanently. You also tell him the idea for your next book. It makes him feel special, knowing he is your only fan who knows such confidential information. Months pass with the same routine, your bond strengthening everyday. He sees you as a friend now, too. He doesn't learn you considered him one from the start. 

A phone call disrupts the calm between you two, one winter day. The heater works overtime to keep you both warm, though he wouldn't mind lending you his jacket, if you asked so. 

He picks up the phone call. "Hello?" 

"Heya, Megumi! How's my favorite child doing?" asks an obnoxiously loud voice. It wouldn't be Gojo if he didn't.  

"What is it, Gojo?" 

A dramatic gasp is heard. "How mean, I don't remember raising you like this. Must've been Suguru." 

"Get to the point."

"Okay, okay, chill. Me and Suguru want you to come spend Christmas dinner with us! It has been quite lonely since Tsumiki moved to Australia. You'll come, right? You wouldn't want to make your dads sad, right?"

Megumi rubs his forehead. "Fine, I'll come."

"Oh and you'll bring a girl too, right? Or guy, you know we don't judge."

"Uh..."

"If not, there's always the neighbor's girl, I've seen her eyeing you. Suguru wants to set you two up!"

"No!" You turn to look at him with concern. He lowers his voice, "No, I have someone..." 

Gojo's surprise can be felt through the phone. "Really?! OH MY GOD, my boy's finally grown up! Can you tell I'm tearing up right now? Well, I can't wait to meet the lucky person! Make sure to bring them over! I have to go now, adult responsibilities and all. See you on Christmas!"

Megumi groans as the call ends. What has he gotten himself into? How will he find someone now? 

"You good, Megumi?" You ask, worry etched on your face. 

"Yes, it's just... I have a problem."

You are too kind. You rush to help. "What is it? Is there anyway I can help?"

"I have to go to a Christmas dinner with my family, but I lied about having someone to bring," he answers. What did he even expect you to do? Turn back time? 

"I could go with you." 

Okay, he did not think of that. "What? Are you sure?"

"I mean, yeah. I don't have any plans on Christmas, anyways. Besides, it'll be just like in the books!" 

"My guardians, they might be a bit much..."

"Don't worry," you say confidently, "I'll wow them with my undeniable charisma!"

A small smile appears on his face, one almost unnoticeable if you hadn't learn't the meaning behind every small twitch of his face. He doesn't need to know that, though. 

And so, the two great minds formulate a plan that even the best strategists would be jealous of. 

--

You stand next to Megumi, infront of his front door, holding hands. This was all planned out perfectly. You even got to go to his dorm a couple weeks ago, where he gave you powerpoint presentations on both of his dads, even a little on his sister as well ("Why are your dads kindaaa..." "Please, don't.") . You had taken notes. The two men didn't know what was waiting for them. 

A man with long black hair tied into a bun opens the door. You know this man as Geto. He lets you both in.

His purple eyes land on your intertwined hands. A soft smile graces his lips. "So Satoru really was telling the truth then."

The mentioned man springs out of seemingly nowhere and engulfs Megumi in a hug. "Megumi, my boy!" 

Gojo's eyes drift over to you, his own eyes widening a bit. "You must be Megumi's special person." 

You nod, as a blush creeps up your face. "Nice to meet you both, I'm Y/n." 

Gojo opens his mouth to perhaps bombard you with questions, but is stopped by Geto. "At least let them eat first." 

--

Gojo stares at you suspiciously as you smile politely at him. Megumi and Geto sit anxiously next to their respective partners. Blue eyes narrow at you. 

"His favorite color?"

"Black," you respond calmly. 

"Blood type?" 

"B."

"How does he like his chicken?"

You take a strategic bite of your food, this buys you more time to answer. 

"Breast meat in chicken Nanban and thigh meat in Oyakodon." 

Gojo gasps dramatically. Megumi says he does that a lot. 

"So you really are his girlfriend!"

You polite smile does not falter. But both your hearts beat faster at the thought. "I would hope so." 

Megumi finally intercepts. "No more questions, Gojo. This isn't an interrogation."

Geto finally gets a chance to speak up. "So how did you two meet up?", he asks, ignoring Megumi's glare. 

You smile fondly at the memory, but that is not the story you both decided to go with. "I frequent the cafe he works at. One thing led to another and well," you shrug humorously. 

Gojo opens his big mouth again. "I'm so happy Megumi finally found someone! He has always been so aloof and stoic, I can't believe he finally found someone he actually likes! You know, as a kid, he used to wet his bed every night," he smiled fondly, wiping a fake tear. 

Megumi glares at him. "I did not."

"You so did. I have pictures, I'll show her some later!"

"I will hit you."

--

The rest of the dinner goes by smoothly. Gojo and Geto give personal recounts of how they met, and then show you pictures of Megumi and his sister as children. Megumi can't stop his heart from racing. You fit in perfectly. Wouldn't it be wonderful if this was real? If you were actually his? 

It just so happens that a snowstorm blocks you all in. Going back home wouldn't be possible in this weather, and so you both must stay the night. Geto slyly suggests that you both share Megumi's room, as Tsumiki wouldn't like giving her room up to stranger while she was gone. 

This is why you and Megumi both stand in front of his bed, one that would not fit two 20 year olds if they wanted some distance. Sleeping on the floor is not an option, for it is too cold. You both are readers and are quite familiar with the one bed trope, which explains the furious blushes on your faces. 

You turn to him, wearing his clothes that he lent as pajamas. "So..."

He looks back at you. "Yeah..."

"Well..."

"Mhm..."

"Okay..."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have put you in such a situation."

"It's uh...cool." 

"Should we..."

"Sure..."

Awkwardly, you both climb into his bed, lying on your sides facing each other. It makes you smile. "Hi."

He gives back a small smile. "Hello."

"You come here often?", you joke.

This emits a small chuckle from him. But it doesn't take long for guilt to flood his eyes. "Truly, though, I'm sorry for dragging you into this--"

"I came of my own free will, remember."

"--you must be quite uncomfortable--"

"Nah, you're actually really warm, might just snuggle up."

"--I...don't know what to say when you say stuff like that?"

"Oh really?", you raise a brow, "Like what? That I wanna cuddle you? Let a girl dream, Fushiguro."

"Like stuff you don't mean."

"I do mean it, though. I think you're very nice, and kind, and cool, and handsome, and pretty at the same time. I like how passionate you can be, even though you may not express your feelings much. It doesn't matter to me if you don't talk much, because I'll talk enough for the both of us. I like you, Megumi Fushiguro. Do you like me?" 

"I...," Megumi's eyes are wide, his heart beating too fast to be normal. "I do, of course. Thank you..."

"For what?", you smile.

He doesn't answer. He only stares at you in awe. This wasn't just the person whom he had admired for years. This was the girl who sat next to him everyday, who helped him with his assignments, even though he never told you he didn't need it, the girl who learned every detail about him in order to convince his family that they're dating. This was the girl he loved. 

His eyes drift to your lips. "Can I...?"

With your nod, he leans down to your face, his hands cupping your cheeks. His breath hits your lips, eyes fluttering shut. And when he kisses you, you both swear it is the happiest you have been. 

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Bloodlust (Chapter One)

First chapter <3 Enjoy!!

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, eating dead birb :[

Long story short- you survived. Thanks to Gojo, you were rescued from what remained of your clan, instead moving in with him into his home. It was large and extravagant, and your trembling fingers had broken more than one vase since you arrived.

Yet, Gojo never responded by yelling. He would just grab a broom and make his way over there, nudging you out of the way so you didn’t get cut as he cleaned the glass from the floor. Confused, you tried to help, reaching out and gently touching his shoulder.

It was as if an invisible force was covering him, leaving you unable to touch him. Running your fingers down his back, you noted the cursed energy that ran through the protective barrier. Your thoughts turned to his technique. Had you even seen him use it since he saved you? It remained a mystery, even after countless hours of researching it alongside your own clan’s technique.

Finally noticing your touch, Gojo turned to look back at you. His expression was stern, his body tense as he glanced down at your fingers. It seemed as if he was wary of you also. Noticing the lack of negative feelings that he expected from a traumatized child, the shield shifted beneath your fingers, allowing you to touch him- for real this time.

He didn't know how to take care of you at all. As someone who had been raised to be independent, that he couldn't have someone to lean on, caring for you was hard for him. Yet, he was willing to learn.

The fear and unrest was starting to disappear, each month passing as you grew more comfortable in your new surroundings. But as you healed from the massacre, both your mind and your body, Gojo started to become concerned over your lack of a reaction. Your lack of grief, of response to the death of your family and friends.

At last, he took you to visit his friend Ieiri Shoko, hoping for some guidance on how to help you.

“Probably just blocking out the trauma. She’ll be okay.”

Letting out a relieved sigh, Gojo scooped you up in his arms, tickling you as he carried you back to the house. He had gotten used to you by then, his once distant expression now bright and playful as he messed with you. You yourself seemed emotionless when you arrived, your mind troubled by the horrors you had experienced that night.

But for the first time in a while, you laughed.

You were unable to stop it, the sound escaping your lips before you could demand that you remained stoic in the presence of such a strong person, just as your elders had taught you.

How would they respond now, seeing you so carefree in Satoru Gojo's hold?

Gojo stopped walking, his gaze now fixated on you as he tried to process what he had just heard. “So . . . you’re ticklish, huh?” Smiling, he continued, leaving you gasping and laughing as you asked him to stop between breaths.

“Gojo-! Stop- that-!” No longer able to speak, you twisted your body in an attempt to escape his hold, running once you had done so.

The following months resembled that- your relationship with him grew by the day. By the time you were thirteen, you had begun to see him as something resembling a parent, a mentor in the midst of the chaos that was your life. He had taken you to visit the school that he had worked at, confirming your suspicions- he was a jujutsu sorcerer. And a strong one at that.

It was shown in the silent awe that oozed from people when they passed, the admiration lingering in their eyes long after. Others seethed with jealousy, the poison in their eyes shifting from him to you, where they did nothing but harden further. That’s when the whispers started. Your clan name, muttered under one’s breath like a curse, used to insult you over and over.

Gojo would tense whenever he heard it, the quiet anger of his flaring up as he held your hand tighter, and walked out of the room faster. Quiet whispers to “Ignore them”, that “They know nothing”. Fear ran through you whenever his smile dropped and his cursed energy surged, and you would find something to huddle behind, whether that be a table or his legs.

Whenever he caught sight of this, his face would soften, and he would coax you out of your hiding place with desserts and soft words, careful not to scare you again.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, reaching out a hand like one would do to a scared stray. “I won’t hurt you.”

When he wasn’t busy terrifying the living shit out of you (though it was by accident), your personality changed completely, blossoming with the care Gojo provided. Your face would light up with newfound energy, laughter bubbling up in your throat with every joke he whispered to you.

But alongside those innocent things, darker ones started to bloom as well.

Bloodlust, surging through your veins whenever you saw a sorcerer with a wound. It clawed at you, desperate for any drop of the substance it so dearly craved. Your mind was a constant battle, your own thoughts betraying you as you threatened to give into your urges. For months, you were able to suppress it, but one day, you cracked.

The bird.

Cradled in your hands, the body twitching slightly.

It had done nothing.

The animal had flown past your bedroom window, landing on the windowsill softly. It tilted its head, letting out a small chirp as you crept closer.

Tears dripped from your cheeks, dotting your skirt as you tried to stay away.

But your feet moved forward anyway, your mind too fixated on the creature, the food in front of you.

Gojo had walked in on the sight. You, holding a small sparrow close to your chest as you struggled to drop it. The bird, its beady black eyes resembling glass as the blood started to stain its delicate feathers. The blood running down from your mouth, mixing with your tears. And through it all, the psychotic grin on your face, filled with both pleasure and pain.

He grimaced, slowly reaching a hand out to grab the bird, expecting you to snap back. Yet, you stayed still, numb to the world around you.

“|y.n|?” He whispered, his other hand coming down to rub circles on your back. “|y.n|? Are you-?”

“Is it dead?”

Tensing, Gojo dared a glance at your expression, which was mostly hidden by your hair. Wide eyes, filled with a mixture of pain, of delight and confusion. The next few moments were hard to comprehend, with Gojo taking away the bird at some point. A warm sensation as a towel was pressed against your mouth, dabbing away the blood that remained. Brown hair paired with soft eyes, an expression filled with both weariness and concern.

“|y.n|, it’s Shoko. I need you to respond, okay? Stay with me.” Pressing the towel more firmly, she struggled to meet your eyes again. The eyes of a child she had grown to care about, now fallen victim to your technique.

She reached for her phone, noticing that Gojo had sent her a text, a check in on you alongside some links. Clicking one and scrolling through it, her eyes widened. Your technique, inherited through your bloodline, was much more complex than the two of them had guessed. Many had only seen the Toga clan use their technique to attack, but only briefly. Putting away her phone, teeth clenched in an effort to stay calm, Shoko returned to you.

“Is something wrong with me?”

Shoko winced at the sound of your voice, both relieved and worried by it. Relieved that you could find it in yourself to speak despite what had happened to you, and worried about what she was supposed to answer.

She wanted to yell no, to take you into her arms and whisper that everything would be alright, that Gojo would be here any minute with sweets and a warm embrace, ready to comfort you.

But Shoko knew the pain that came along with false truths, with desperate lies.

She herself was a victim of it.

. . .

It took months for you to recover.

Months of check-ups with Shoko, a strained smile on her face that grew more forced by the day.

Months of watching Gojo throw himself into his work, but always returning to you with open arms.

Months of having to stay with someone new.

Kento Nanami wasn’t used to being near children, let alone watching one. But when Gojo called him, hearing the sheer pain and desperation in his voice as he asked Nanami to watch you, he felt compelled to help. It wasn’t like Gojo at all, to be this about something so trivial as you showing evidence of gaining your family’s technique.

When the time came for him to meet you, he understood.

The emptiness that lingered in your eyes, the pain of knowing that you did something like that etched into your mind to remember for every day to come. It hurt his heart to see you, a child suffering like this. Especially when you reminded him of Haibara.

Haibara Yu.

The one who lit up his world, who made every day just a little bit better. Nanami could see it in you- the silent determination that remained, the small amount of innocence that he wanted to protect.

The smile that he only saw once, yet was determined to see it again.

This was his third time watching you while Gojo went out on a mission, and he was prepared. Cartoons, snacks, ready to coax out the little happiness that remained in you, the innocent smile that he wanted to see on you again.

But he didn’t have to.

You skipped in, a smile bright on your face. There was still pain, yes, but now it mixed with acceptance and . . . happiness. His shoulders relaxed, keeping a stern expression on his face until Gojo left.

“|y.n|, are you alright?”

Looking up at him, you nodded, the smile faltering slightly. Nanami’s brows furrowed, frowning as he led you further into his home. The remainder of the day was spent in a comfortable silence between the two of you, reading and baking to pass the time until you left.

. . .

You liked Kento Nanami.

He was quiet enough, always making sure to give you space if you needed it, unlike Gojo, who had only become more clingy since your incident. You were aware that his actions were fueled by a desire to protect you, yet you still preferred Nanami a bit more.

Nanami was similar to Shoko in a way- never pushing you to open up about your experiences, but always offering a shoulder to lean on, to cry on, if you needed it.

The routine of staying with Gojo during the night and early hours, of going to Shoko’s in the early morning, then to Nanami’s for him to watch you continued on for a few more months.

That is, until Yuta Okkotsu came along.

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Itafushi kills me because their arguments definitely end up with Yuji doing the “ooh you want me so bad rn” thing which always makes Megumi get defensive before he just crashes out