#fushiita smut

[aflockofravens]

Ran into an issue with my vampire smut turned murder mystery esque multi chaptered fic and I need feedback 🙃

I wanted to make Yuuji a reporter but I'm not convinced the golden retriever himbo would ask the hard hitting questions the way I had planned out. No hate, I love him so much, I just don't want it to become a case of "he wouldn't fucking say that" or having him be so OOC that it defeats the whole purpose.

Thoughts?

[godhandler]

[Martial arts coach! Sukuna x down bad!reader, huge age gap, couple of god-complex maniacs pining for each other, Sukuna being a tough coach]

“You won’t make it.” Sukuna spits carelessly, unwrapping his sweaty gloves post training. There are promising students he’s scouted in his gym, his favoured ones who’ll be the cash cows winning tournaments, buzzcut boys with tight abs who laugh mid-fight. Growing in his shoes. You’re not one of them. “You’re not good enough.” It’s a statement. 

No, you grit your teeth, it's a challenge. 

Sukuna the Ryomen: beastly calamity in the ring. Raw talent picked off the street, 80 international tournament wins over 25 years, bachelor villa bought with notoriety money. The Undisputed King of the Curses. 

Two-faced, he’d play by the rules as much as he wanted to– ran his tongue over the cheek of an opponent while choking him in a headlock, jammed his knees into countless shattered ribs, snapped spines into halves. He once bit a chunk out an opponent’s neck, goopy blood running down his chin and pecs as he laughed at the horrified screams of the audience, medics running, judges whistling, TV ratings shooting up like firecrackers.

He keeps that piece of chewed flesh, big as your fist, preserved in formaldehyde, on display in his office behind the locker room. It’s oddly captivating– you want to pull his lips up, matching his teeth to the canine marks on the chunk. 

Nutcase. Martial arts fiend. Often disqualified, but never for long: handsome money-maker was he. No one would turn up at a competition if not to watch the fiery Sukuna. His posters filled your childhood bedroom walls, unsupervised access to his gruesome fights on the internet, early 2000’s gossip columns of his many affairs with thin-thighed supermodels, little you copying his moves in front of the mirror. 

So yes, he could be as harsh to you as he wished, who gave a shit now when you’re lucky enough  to bask in his glow? You work just as hard as those boys, deserve his attention just as much, regardless of how cruel that attention comes. If you want to make it, Yuuji tells you, you callus your heart more than your achy knuckles. 

Sometimes at 3.45 am you wonder that if you had gotten more parental love and attention, you wouldn’t have attached yourself so deeply to this retired monster. Too late now, you suppose. 

A few days ago,  Megumi, one of Sukuna’s prize boys, said over a bowl of tteokbokki after practice, “Kamo Noritoshi likes you. So you can go after him and leave the elderly alone, okay?”

“I beat Kamo to a pulp, remember?” You pointed with poked tteok. “There’s only one of you losers I can’t beat and that’s who I’m fucking. Don’t go ruining my ambitions, Megumi-chan.”

The boy just sighed, ordering another bowl to go. Megumi, content being the sacrifice bunt, will never understand and it's not something you can explain. 

It’s that hunger that keeps you awake at night; you don’t want a trophy, you want the trophy– Ryomen Sukuna himself, the greatest one to be won. To be fucked, chewed, swallowed, surpassed. You want to have him, you want to be him. He’s you and you’re him and it’s written fate and oh god you need to go to therapy megumi was right you need to start taking your damn meds on time why is it 3 am again?

……. 

“Sup, coach!” 

You’re a cockroach. You arrive half an hour before session starts, practising kata moves by yourself, grappling dummy puppets double your weight to the ground, turning extravagant somersaults. Standing in front of the line. Every new move Sukuna demonstrates, you ask a billion questions, getting it right exactly as he does it. Running the extra lap, the extra sparring bout with your friends, the extra push-up. 

Sukuna peers inside Megumi's mouth, poking his finger into his gums, checking for any bleeding. Despite his actions, he’s not blind to you, the itchy teeth in your maw. 

It’s not just a sport for people like you and Sukuna. People a little fucked in the head. People whose names, announced out loud, get the audience jumping and cheering, the main attraction of the night. Hurricanes out to flatten the competition. 

See, it’s not about the points. Just the gold doesn’t satisfy: you want blood and broken teeth on the floor after you’re done. You want your opponents to refuse to fight you. You want them crawling, begging for time-outs, their coaches throwing the towel in to save their lives, their teary mothers cursing your very sight. Just like Sukuna.

Sukuna who relishes in your eyes on him. The way your breathing quickens childlike when he wrestles your face to the dirty mat, arms twisted behind you, his heavy foot pinning you down. The way you linger a bit longer when he shrugs his gi off, thick biceps flexing against the overhead lights. What a nut, he thinks: bitten fingernails, daddy issues, all the wrong things that excite you. This one’s gonna kill.  

Your hunger he rears by starvation. The harder you fight for a scrap of his attention to prove yourself, the sweeter you get. He can almost see his own tattoos on your eager face. 

So narcissistic, the way his pants tighten when he watches you fight: it's his devilry that flashes in your young eyes. Too young for him, some noble nonsense of not fucking your student, like he gives a rat’s ass. A rising Alexander, he’ll pick you for himself the second you’re good enough.

He knows to wait for it. Latchkey kids like you, raised to fight for love, you’d never want something you could have. The unreachable glory of Sukuna was what made having him worth it. 

He also knew that once you had him, you’d dig your teeth into him so hard that you’d tear right through him. Maybe preserve him in formaldehyde too. 

Not that he’ll spoon-feed you chances for that. Not that he has to, when you do it for yourself.

“Coach, could you spar with me?”

He’s terribly pleased, but the frown he wears for you remains on his face. “Aiming too high, brat.”

“Sorry,” an apology that you don’t mean in the slightest. “But I think I can qualify for the next tournament, coach. I can start cutting weight tomorrow. Put me in this time, please, coach!” 

“You’re not good enough.”   “Let me convince you, coach.”

“Convince me?” He sounds so bored, as if you’re the greatest waste of his time.

I’ll change your mind, you promise.

I’d like to see you try– he’s amused.

“Oi, Todo! C’mere, beat this one for me. You–” he bends down to hold your chin, privately delighted at your blushing face. “– you score six points in sixty seconds against him, maybe I’ll think of putting you on the tournament roster.”

Right. Aoi Todo, brawler build, has the height and weight advantage on you, which means he’ll go for grappling techniques and try to pin you down to the ground. He’s not the type to go easy on anyone, and he likes to show off, so he’ll keep it short distance and try out some fancy kicks– he’ll waste time on performance and then you’ll get time to return attacks. Here’s the M.O. then: you keep light on your feet, dodge every single attack of his, and go for the head. Amen.

Todo squares up, entering the ring, dabbing you up in a show of good faith before assuming his fighting stance. Just as you predicted, his arms are open to take you down. 

You hold your ground. Todo, my friend, you grin at Sukuna, who for once has all his attention on you, I’m going to kill you. 

Sukuna blows the whistle, and immediately Todo lunges for you. A feint, for he changes tactics immediately and is punching you from the left. You have to jump over his shoulder to avoid it (Yuuji whoops), land behind his back, and before he can turn around, kick his spine so hard that he stumbles forward a bit. 

“2 points!” Sukuna checks the time: it’s been 6 seconds. 

Todo’s impressed too, you can tell. You’re distracted: Sukuna nodded at you! Both of you come back to your original positions, ready for the next point match. The whistle blows. 

He’s cautious this time– you kick his shins but he doesn’t yield an inch, so you attempt an upper-cut, but are caught unawares by his hook straight to your mouth. 

“Todo–1 point!” Your jaw feels dislocated, there’s tears threatening to brim in your eyes. Did you forget your meds again? Why can’t you stop giggling? 35 seconds gone.

Restart. You’re playing dirty now, tripping his ankle as he comes forward to attack. You pass through between his legs (using his height to your own advantage) to get behind him again. As if he was expecting it, you dodge his back kick, taking the moment where he’s off balance to land a 360 kick– right on his face. He groans in surprise, but you’re not done.

This isn’t about winning fair or showing sportsmanship spirit, you remind yourself as you pull Todo’s face into your knee, repeatedly, the sick sounds of his nose cartilage crunching. This is about you, Sukuna. 

He blows the whistle. 42 seconds, the match is over, Todo’s burst his sinuses open, bleeding too badly to avoid medical intervention. A K.O. you’re calling it. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you’ is Megumi’s opinion. 

“Decent.” Sukuna’s smiling. Buzzed giddy on adrenaline and sweat, you want to kill the both of you. “Fine. Start the diet tomorrow.” He’s already leaving, other students to tend to. You’re a tad disappointed: you thought it’d be him checking your bleeding jaw, not the medic. Still, you’re happy taking what you can. It doesn’t come by often. “Come by my office after practice.”

a/n: i wrote this while looping bread by anya nami, really elevated the experience

[skeletorrito]

NSFW itafushi fic (wip, 18+, 4k worth of spicy smut)

For the purposes of self-indulgent smut, this is a Jujustu College AU. Characters are aged-up, but other canon events remain the same. Thanks for reading!!!

Summary: 

“When I said ‘I love you,’ I meant it, Megumi. I really do love you, in every way possible.” Yuji’s grip on Megumi tightens, as if he never plans on letting go.

“I don’t believe in love,” Megumi replies, harshly, immediately, an automatic response because every time he hears Yuji say those three little words, his brain echoes back to him:

You don’t deserve to be loved. 

Megumi always wakes up early. 

It doesn’t matter if he’s had eight hours of sleep or eight minutes, his body never lets him sleep past 7 AM.

Yuji, on the other hand, would probably sleep until noon if didn’t set at least fifteen blaring alarms. He sleeps like the dead, which Megumi, an incredibly light sleeper, always feels a little jealous about. When they share a bed, a frequent occurrence as of late, their mismatched sleeping patterns usually don’t bother Megumi. On their days off, he’ll shimmy out of Yuji’s grasp (he was a cuddler, too, no surprise there), make coffee, and read, play on his phone, listen to music, or sometimes even crawl back into bed and do these things while watching Yuji sleep peacefully. 

Today, however, they both have classes in a few hours and Megumi never wants to listen to the same siren alarm playing on repeat until Yuji finally rolls over, smacks his phone, and springs out of bed. 

The problem is… Yuji’s incredibly difficult to wake. Megumi oftentimes resorts to punching him or furiously shaking him just to get any sort of reaction out of him. Violence seems to be the most effective way and it’s frustrating. Yuji doesn’t care, but tired, grumpy Megumi does. 

And, well, there is one other way to get him to wake up. 

Yuji likes this particular way the most. 

Megumi wakes to Yuji’s stiff morning-wood pressed against his ass… which happens almost every single morning they’re in bed together. 

(Megumi doesn’t really mind this, either.) 

He flips around in Yuji’s weak hold, admiring the way soft sunlight hits his sleepy smile, and palms his arousal over his boxers. Yuji stirs slightly, letting out the softest of groans as Megumi teases him through the fabric. His fingers slip inside, stroking him and watching curiously as Yuji’s eyebrows pinch together.

He looks really cute like this… Megumi thinks with a soft smile, pressing a gentle kiss to Yuji’s lips. Yuji moans, still unconscious, and tightens his grip on Megumi’s waist. His hips start to roll into his hand, becoming louder and more animated yet still just as blissfully asleep. Megumi sighs defeatedly, expecting that this endeavor wouldn’t be so easy. At this rate, he’ll only give Yuji a 4-D wet dream and why would he want to wake up from that? 

Prying Yuji’s hands from his waist, Megumi slides down the mattress under the duvet they share until he’s at eye-level with Yuji’s sizable erection. He yanks Yuji’s boxers down to his knees and licks a stripe up the length, his eyes darting up to gauge any sort of reaction. 

Still nothing. 

Groaning sleepily, unconscious Yuji rolls onto his back and spreads his legs open. Rolling his eyes, Megumi takes him into his mouth, tongue toying with the leaking tip until Yuji finally blinks awake.

“Huh?” He murmurs in a haze, disoriented and aroused, which is even more confusing for him. He feels a hot tongue flick against the head of his cock and moans loudly, pulling the covers off of them. “Oh fuck, Megumi,” he groans surprisedly, his foggy brain finally realizing what’s happening to him. Yuji weakly threads his fingers through Megumi’s soft, dark hair, and Megumi looks up at him in a heated gaze, jade green eyes locking onto honey-brown ones. 

Yuji comes undone as he watches Megumi take his cock and, in return, Megumi watches him lose his mind with prideful amusement. As he’s moaning and babbling nonsense, his grip on Megumi’s hair grows tighter and pushes against his head. Cheeks hollowing, Megumi sucks and slurps with renewed fervor now that Yuji is a conscious participant in this game he initiated. 

Yuji’s a talker in bed. 

Sometimes it’s kind of annoying but, most of the time, Megumi finds it entertaining and endearing. 

“Oh my god, it feels so good, your mouth is amazing,” he cries, his words stringing together lazily, “Oh, Megumi, yes, keep going I’m so close, fuck.” He pants as he rocks his hips up into Megumi’s waiting mouth, eyes rolling back and head thrashing against the pillow. 

Megumi bobs his head in time with Yuji’s shallow thrusts, nearly choking as he attempts to take him all the way in. He pins Yuji’s hips to the bed, trying to keep him still, but it’s only wasted effort as Yuji continues to fuck his mouth with more intensity. Megumi’s eyes sting as Yuji’s cock rams at the back of his throat. 

“Megumi, I’m gonna- ah! Fuck!” He shouts in warning, feeling Megumi gag around him as he comes, hard, toes curling and hips jerking. Megumi swallows with a shudder, gasping and coughing as he pulls off. 

“Oh shit, are you okay?” Yuji asks with immediate concern, pulling his boxers on and sitting up quickly, resting a gentle hand on Megumi’s back. Megumi wipes a few tears from his eyes, rubbing at his throat. It’s not a bad hurt, but Yuji’s touch comforts him nonetheless.

“Aside from nearly choking to death on your cock, I’m alright,” Megumi jokes dryly with a smirk, crawling up Yuji’s body to straddle him. Yuji flushes and murmurs a sheepish apology, and Megumi leans down to kiss him softly in response. “Good morning, by the way. Took you long enough to wake up.” 

“Good morning.” Yuji grins widely, all dimples, as his hands come to rest on Megumi’s thighs. “Can you wake me up like that every morning?” He asks and stretches up to kiss Megumi again, fingers sliding up to Megumi’s hips and fidgeting with the waistband of his boxers. 

“Don’t be greedy,” Megumi chides playfully, returning the kiss and deepening it, his tongue swiping along Yuji’s bottom lip. Yuji notices that he can taste himself in Megumi's mouth. 

He’s a little embarrassed by how much it turns him on. 

“Class starts in 90 minutes, by the way,” he warns as he feels Yuji growing hard again underneath him. He grinds his own half-hard erection into him, moaning softly. 

“That’s plenty of time,” Yuji murmurs into Megumi’s neck as he kisses and sucks at it. He pays special attention to the tender spot just above his collarbone, giving it a gentle nip. 

Megumi stifles a moan in his throat. “Not for you, you insatiable idiot,” he grumbles, “You’re going to make us late again.” Despite his harsh words, he doesn’t attempt to climb off, and Yuji knows it’s because Megumi wants this just as much as he does. He continues to argue, but his tone is indifferent now as he comments, “Gojo won’t let us hear the end of it if we’re late for the third time this week.” He closes his eyes and sighs, leaning into Yuji’s touches. 

“Eh, he’s always late to everything, anyway, so we’ll be right on time,” Yuji argues with a shrug, unbothered, because time stands still when he’s with Megumi. His fingers slide into Megumi’s boxers, taking a firm hold of his ass as he continues to latch onto the porcelain expanse that is Megumi’s neck. 

“Keep it below the collar, asshole,” he snips, groaning softly and tipping his head to the side as he melts into the feeling of Yuji’s lips and hands on him. 

They’re definitely going to be late. Again. 

But, fuck it, because sex with Yuji is just so insanely addicting that Megumi can’t even seriously consider stopping now. 

Gojo can get a taste of his own medicine for once. 

They shed the rest of their clothes haphazardly and return to their original position, with Megumi sitting in Yuji’s lap and Yuji kissing on his neck, shoulders, anywhere he can reach, leaving blemishes and marks under Megumi’s neckline. He dips his head down to flick his tongue across one hard nipple, then the other. Megumi gasps and moans in response, making delicious noises that he attempts to hold back. 

Knowing his chest is sensitive, Yuji exploits it for all it’s worth. He wants Megumi loud and unabashed, letting go completely, losing himself in pleasure, because that version of Megumi is his favorite version. So raw and unfiltered. No thinking, just feeling, which is so very unlike his typical icy, calculated, closed-off demeanor. 

They’ve been hooking up for long enough now that he has a pretty good idea of how to push Megumi’s buttons. 

Yuji begins sucking, his teeth grazing across sensitive hard nubs. Shivering, Megumi takes a fistful of dusty pink hair, attempting to pull him off. “Hey! Don’t- mm. Stop, that’s so- ah- that’s too embarrassing!” He exclaims through moans and whines, cheeks flushing bright pink and mouth agape. But Yuji doesn’t budge, despite his efforts, and continues to mouth his lithe chest. 

“But you like it,” Yuji retorts between his teasing licks and bites, eyes flicking up to admire Megumi’s flustered, blushing face. “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” 

Megumi doesn’t respond, gaze averted, his face growing hot from self-consciousness and arousal. He still grips onto Yuji’s hair and scowls, but can’t muster up the will to fight because Yuji reads him like a book. He doesn’t just like it, he loves it, which makes him even more embarrassed. He’s achingly hard at this point, mortified that his body is telling on him like this. He writhes as Yuji takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks harder. He presses into Yuji’s hard body, their arousals shifting against each other.

A loud, surprised gasp escapes him as Yuji suddenly grabs both of them and strokes. “Yuji!” He cries, hips rocking into Yuji’s grasp desperately. Yuji lifts his head, his free hand caressing the back of Megumi’s neck tenderly, and pulls him into an open-mouth kiss. He devours him, sucking on his tongue as they smash their lips together in a lustful frenzy. He savors Megumi's moans and whimpers against his lips like his favorite meal as their cocks slide together, still slightly slick with precum and saliva.

“What is it?” Yuji pauses to murmur and rests his forehead against Megumi’s, feeling the tickle of soft bangs against his face. “Tell me. Just talk to me, Megumi. I wanna make you feel good, but I can’t read your mind.” His gaze searches Megumi’s expression, seeking anything to latch onto that might tell him what his friend is thinking. 

“I…” Megumi finally starts, immediately feeling shy under his teammate’s intense gaze. His heart thumps in his throat because the intimacy he shares with Yuji is still so new and vulnerable to him, but also warm and safe and so, so good. He leans into Yuji’s ear, because somehow whispering makes it a little easier, as he says under his breath, “I want to ride you until I come and then… I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think straight.”

Yuji grins ear-to-ear. “Yeah, that’s more like it,” he encourages, a pleasant shiver running down his spine at Megumi’s vulgar whispers. He eagerly grabs the bottle of lube from the drawer of the bedside table. Slicking two fingers, he reaches back and circles Megumi’s entrance before pressing inside, slow and controlled like he’s done this a hundred times before (Not a hundred, by far, but let’s say… a number in the double digits at least). Megumi tenses, gripping Yuji’s shoulders as he slowly pushes back with staggered, forced deep breaths. He shifts around, playing with angles, until he feels Yuji’s fingertips brush against a sensitive area inside him. He groans, pushing back harder, and Yuji follows his lead as he curls and rubs into the spot.

“Right there, yes! It’s so good, Yuji,” Megumi can’t help but sob. He wraps his arms around Yuji’s shoulders tightly as fingers pump in and out of him now. His cheeks warming at the praise, he buries his face in Megumi’s neck. Yuji slides in without resistance as Megumi bears down now, so he eases another finger in, stretching, massaging. Megumi whines, “I can’t wait anymore, please, let me put it in.” His eyes flutter closed, melting into a puddle against Yuji’s solid frame, bucking his hips and shuddering at each pass against his prostate.

“You’re so cute when you beg,” Yuji comments into Megumi’s neck with a wide smirk, pulling his fingers out slowly. 

“Shut up, or I’ll kick you out,” Megumi grumbles an empty threat in response, which only makes Yuji smirk wider. He pours more lube on his palm, stroking himself hastily. Megumi watches him intently, eyes half-lidded with lust, and unconsciously licks his bottom lip in anticipation. 

Megumi has fooled around with guys before Yuji, closeted jocks in high school, random guys he met online (mostly disappointing experiences, but experiences nonetheless), but Yuji was on an entirely different level above the rest. Though this was his first sexual relationship with another man, Yuji learned extremely fast. He always put in the maximum amount of effort to please Megumi. It never stopped at just one orgasm; “quickies” did not exist in their situationship. He just kept giving and giving and giving until it got to the point where Megumi felt like his soul was being sucked out of his body through his dick. 

And it was exactly what he wanted.

  Yuji was everything he needed him to be: sensual, strong, caring, open-minded, and, well… big. 

Actually, huge. 

Bigger than Megumi had ever witnessed in the flesh. It was startling at first, seemingly impossible too, but now, even just thinking about Yuji’s massive cock makes him incredibly, shamefully horny. Megumi would never identify himself as a size queen but, damn, does it make a difference. 

Because when you get a taste of Wagyu, do you ever really want to go back to regular beef? 

So when Megumi sinks himself onto Yuji’s erection, the noises that tumble out of him are throaty, unavoidably loud, and pornographic, and Yuji absolutely loves it. Warm hands rest on his thighs as he adjusts to the feeling of being stretched and filled. He clings to Yuji’s shoulders tightly as he grinds and rolls his hips, his swollen arousal slipping against Yuji’s abs as he does. 

“God, that’s so fucking good. You’re squeezing me so tight,” Yuji groans, a deep flush spreading across his cheeks. It takes everything in him not to thrust, but he’s patient and aware. He kisses Megumi’s throat again, murmuring sweet nothings that encourage Megumi to start moving with more intention.

Once he finds the perfect rotation of his hips, and the deep pleasure within him swirls throughout his body, his busy brain shuts off and he lets lust take over. Bouncing his hips now, he drives the head of Yuji’s erection against his sweet spot until he’s nearly incoherent, moaning Yuji’s name on repeat. 

Like a puppy wagging its tail, Yuji babbles excitedly, “You like that, huh? Fucking yourself on my cock, using me like a sex toy. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He leans back for a better look at Megumi’s flushed expression, so cock-drunk and bleary, with his pretty lips hanging open and dark hair sticking to his delicate, glistening face. 

“Oh god, ye-yes, Yuji! I love it!”  Megumi sobs, digging his nails into Yuji’s shoulders as he slams himself down. He’s trembling, teetering on the edge of release, seeking any sort of friction on his neglected arousal. “More, I need… deeper- ah!”

“God, you’re so hot like this. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need, baby.” Yuji’s grip on Megumi tightens as he thrusts up to meet his movements, driving himself up as Megumi pulls himself down. Megumi’s cries of pleasure vibrating through him with each movement, he hooks an arm around his thin body so he can reach between them and stroke Megumi’s leaking erection. 

That drags Megumi over the edge almost instantly. 

“Yuji- Oh god- I’m-,” he yells in broken phrases, his hoarse voice cracking as he spills himself all over Yuji’s knuckles and stomach. His whole body tenses and shakes, riding the wave of his orgasm, and then, he lets everything go. 

He’s lulled into a euphoric state, chest heaving, burying his face in Yuji’s hair as he catches his breath. It smells like sunshine and coconut shampoo. 

It smells like home. 

But Yuji isn’t done. Of course, he isn’t. 

He’s Yuji Itadori, and his stamina is immeasurable. 

Yuji suddenly flips them over, never managing to pull out, and folds Megumi’s body in two as he hoists his legs over his shoulders. 

Megumi gasps, his face bright pink in this vulnerable position, as he protests weakly, “Wait- Yuji, wait I just-” 

“I’m sorry, Megumi, I’m sorry, I just can’t wait anymore,” Yuji whines as he presses in, deeper than he’s ever been, and kisses Megumi sloppily, testing the limits of Megumi’s flexibility. “Just- just slap me if I get too carried away, okay?” Yuji moans into his mouth and grinds his hips harshly, and Megumi groans gutturally in affirmation. 

Yuji doesn’t know his own strength, sometimes. 

And most of those times are in moments like these when he’s totally about to lose his mind and fuck Megumi like an animal.

 His hips snap into Megumi with an unreal amount of force, and Megumi forgets he knows how to breathe. As requested, Yuji fucks him so hard, he no longer forms coherent thoughts. He delivers brutal, punishing thrusts deep inside of him at angles he never knew existed, and it’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. The overstimulation is bordering on painful, but the pleasure and bliss he feels being so thoroughly destroyed by Yuji’s cock clouds his mind. His brain screams at him, more, more, more, so greedily, he feels like he could die. 

Among all the ways he’s fantasized about dying in his lifetime, being fucked to death by Yuji Itadori is now moved to the top of his list. 

Yuji is on his mouth, taking all of his air, and he melts into the mattress underneath him. He wants to savor the moments when he forgets who he is or what responsibilities he has on his shoulders. 

Because in these moments, it’s just him and Yuji feeling good together. 

And that makes his life worth living.

Yuji groans into his mouth, his pace quickens, and Megumi knows that he’s close when he starts saying anything and everything that comes to his mind. 

“Oh fuck, Megumi, it feels so good, you’re so good, oh god, I love fucking you,” he strings together in choked gasps and moans. He’s buried so deep, hitting all of the right places. Megumi doesn’t need a hand to get himself off because the assault on his prostate is enough. 

And then, all of a sudden, it just… stops. Too quickly, too short.

“Oh shit, are you okay?! Why are you crying?!” Yuji looks at him with fear in his eyes, pinched eyebrows and all. Megumi gazes back, dazed and stupid because, honestly, he didn’t even realize hot tears were running down his face until now.

He can still feel Yuji’s cock throbbing inside of him as he starts pulling out. 

“It’s just a reaction, it’s good, I’m so good, Yuji,” he breathes in response quickly, trying to reassure his worried friend, also trying very desperately to get off. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close, please,” he begs and clings to Yuji, tears still falling.

His thumbs swiping away the tears, Yuji’s voice is soft and gentle as he replies, “Okay, okay, anything you say.”

Yuji pushes inside of him with one last, deep thrust, and Megumi climaxes with a scream that leaves his throat raw. Yuji feels the quake of his orgasm clenching down and he follows suit, coming inside as he says it. 

The thing that lives between them that they never address.

“I love you.” 

Megumi’s stomach clenches in contrast to his jello limbs when he hears those words. Those three little words that sometimes slip out of Yuji’s mouth and give him a spike of anxiety Every. Single. Time. He hears them uttered. And then it slips away, fading into the background, pushed down deep, passed off, and dismissed as Yuji being “in the moment.” He doesn’t bring it up. Yuji doesn’t bring it up, either, because he knows he won’t hear it back. At least, not right now. Not yet. 

Because Megumi holds onto a firm, stubborn belief that he can’t possibly love and be loved. 

He doesn’t even know what that means. 

It’s just… not his reality, not something made for him. 

So Yuji waits and tries to enjoy right now. 

Yuji collapses on him like a weighted blanket, comfortable, heavy, and warm. They lay for minutes, unmoving, spent. And then Yuji grows restless.

He pulls out slowly, pushing Megumi’s hair away from his face. “Hey. You good?” He kisses him softly, sitting up on his heels. “I’m sorry I didn’t think to pull out, I got a little carried away…” He rubs at the back of his neck, an embarrassed smile on his face. 

“I really don’t give a shit right now, Yuji,” Megumi responds in an exasperated tone, seriously considering swallowing his pride, skipping class, and saying he’s sick because holy shit, Yuji is actually going to kill him one day. They definitely can’t do this on mission days for this very reason. 

It’s not even 9 AM, for fuck’s sake!

Yuji chuckles and stands to grab a water bottle and some tissues to bring Megumi. “Should we shower?” Yuji asks as Megumi haphazardly cleans himself and chugs half the bottle immediately. He doesn’t move much, his entire back screaming at him right now.

“Just lay with me for a minute,” He requests with a sigh and peeks at the clock on the nightstand. They have about… twenty minutes? Whatever, he doesn’t care. He’s still in an apathetic, oxytocin-laced haze as Yuji snuggles next to him, pulling him into his arms. Megumi nearly slips back into sleep during Yuji’s warm embrace for about ten minutes. Then, Yuji’s loud alarm rips them out of the moment. 

“Oops, sorry.” Yuji scrambles to shut it off, and Megumi sits up with a wince, rubbing his lower back.

“Fuck, Yuji, it’s too early for this.”

“Sorry, sorry, let me get you something.” 

“It’s fine, I’ll be good after a shower…” 

They chat as they pull on random, discarded clothes to walk to the bathrooms.

Megumi throws open the door and nearly bumps into a tall figure just standing in the hallway, arms crossed, a smirk plastered on his face. 

Oh, fuck, no, no no! Not him Definitely not now!

“Gojo-sensei! Hey what are you-” Yuji starts cheerily, but Megumi interrupts quickly. 

“Why are you lurking out here? How long have you been standing there?!” He scowls, flush creeping up on his cheeks. 

Gojo flashes a toothy grin. “Well, to be honest, Megumi, I heard you screaming from down the hall and I was a little concerned at first… but then I heard Yuji’s voice and figured it might be better not to knock, just in case. Don’t want to interrupt. That would be rude, don’tcha think?” 

Megumi is mortified. His eyes are like angry, green saucers. 

Yuji is behind him, also very pink in the face and unusually quiet.

“Well, now that you’re both finished,” Gojo continues, laughing dryly, “I just wanted to stop by and let you know that class is canceled. Sorry for the short notice, I just got pulled into some business. But, you three have a mission tomorrow. Here, check it out.” He passes them the reports to review and turns around sharply, giving them a quick wave. He adds in, mischievously melodic, “Better take it easy tonight, boys. Call me if you need anything.”  

Megumi wishes for death. Preferably by Yuji crushing his pelvis, but honestly, anything will do at this point. 

[k-martins]

Hey I was just wondering if you had any itafushi fic recs!! :)

Fanfic recommendations from your ITFS fairy godmother!

Separated according to classification! R.N = Reader's note (me)

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Indelible by Lyrebirdswrites +4k words || Oneshot || AU Tattoo artist! Megumi and Florist! Yuji || Marriage proposal || Fluffy, love and peace || R.N: For more fanfics that use the language of flowers

The Seasons Of Our Life by auspicious_goblin +1k words || Oneshot || AU - No curses || ITFS will end like this If Gege is not a loser || Fluffy and slice to life || R.N: YES!!! ITFS ELDERLY YES!!!!

You’re The Only Good Thing In My Life by renarizaki +2k words || Oneshot || Canonical divergence || Megumi helps Yuji dye his hair || fluffy, slice to life andhumor || R.N: The Manga would be funnier if Yuji actually dyed his hair pink.

T

Nobody Saves Me The Way You Do by GallifreyanFairytale +3k words || Oneshot || Canon compatible || Yuji gives Megumi a bath || Anguish mainly || R.N: I love how this writer describes Megs' scenes and feelings <3

No One Gets it Right on the First (Or Second) Try by j_jabbers +12k words || Oneshot || AU - No curses || ITFS and its failed encounters || 5 + 1, humor, fluffy and slice to life || R.N: I really like Yuji's POV where he is a failure in love.

Plant Kisses Like Seeds by Miah_Kat +4k words || Oneshot || Canon compatible || Yuji has survivor's guilt, good thing Megumi is around || Anguish and fluffy || R.N: This fanfic hits my weak points very hard. I'm passionate about body worship scenes.

And I've Been Tryin' Not To Feel It by hijinks_n_lowjinks +37k words || In Progress || Au - No curses/College || ITFS slowly (or not if you're Megumi) falling in love || Humor, slice to life, fluffy || R. N: God bless jinks for always making my day better with an update to this fanfic.

M

Can't Have It Both Ways by vivevoce +4k words || Oneshot || Canonical divergence || The ITFS meeting takes Todo through all the stages of grief || Humor, nonsense and fluffy? I think it's cute || R.N: This fanfic made me wish for fillers with the people of Tokyo and Kyoto coming together in a common goal - to destroy Todo's lack of sanity

It's a Goddamn Blaze In The Dark by prosciutto +13k words || Oneshot || AU - No curses/college || roommates, stranger>friends>lovers what more do you want? || humor, angst, fluffy || R.N: I really like how Megumi and Yuji are portrayed here. I feel like if we got a glimpse of their dynamic outside of the manga this would be it.

All The Bad Dreams That You Hide by lexouran +5k words || Oneshot (my tears)) || Au - Spiderman || Megumi receives a visit from her neighborhood friend || anguish, fluffy slight smut(?) || R.N: CAN YOU HEAR MY TEARS FROM YOUR HOUSE??? BECAUSE I CRY EVERY TIME I THINK THIS FANFIC HAS NO CONTINUATION!!

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The Rabbit In the Moon by zillala +266k words || In Progress || Canonical divergence || Megumi finally confesses after Shibuya || Friends to lovers, angst, slice to life, humor, fluffy || R.N: The first itfs fanfic I read and I will never regret it. God bless this author and her huge chapters that were my vitamin on dark nights without the manga.

Futile Devices by jellyjully +25k words || Oneshot || Post-canon || Yuji is exiled from Japan for years until Megumi finds him || Slice to life, humor, anguish, fluffy || R.N: This fanfic gave me vibes of a studio ghigle film. I think it's the ambiance.

To Have And To Hold by terriana +15k words || In progress || Post-canon and Dynamics a/b/o || Yuji tries to woo Megumi, but his lover's shikigami wouldn't approve of the idea || Humor, anguish, fluffy, slice to life || R.N: This fic gets funnier when I think about the kung fu bunny from eps 17. No wonder Yuji was so broken LMAO (Please terriana, if you see this tell me what you have planned for Nue, I'm very curious )

Hope this helps! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

[earthtodora]

5 Days of Itafushi Halloween - Day 4

Summary: Yuuji's biggest problem in life is picking the right ice cream flavor. But apparently, life doesn't think that's a big enough issue, so it throws him into the zombie apocalypse. Oh, and then there's the matter of his inconveniently placed gay crush on the hot stranger who saved his life. What could go wrong?

Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Crack, Humor, Smut

Yuuji was about to open his mouth again, not even sure what he was going to say, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. There was a figure - or what appeared to be a person - slowly creeping towards them.

And Yuuji normally wouldn't have questioned this. People wandered around sometimes. That wasn't uncommon.

And, okay, Yuuji wasn't exactly the most observant person in the world. He didn't pay too much attention to details. But, this guy, well, he didn't look so good. He was missing half his face, his eye hanging out of his socket, blood covering his clothes. And, well, the guy didn't have any shoes on either, but Yuuji tried not to judge people for that.

So, yeah, the guy didn't really look alive. He wasn't walking normally either. He was kind of hunched over and shuffling and making this weird moaning noise.

It seemed like the pretty girl at the counter wasn't as observant as Yuuji, because she didn't look like she was planning on doing anything. And, really, if you saw someone shuffling towards you, not acting like they were alive, and covered in blood, you'd be concerned, right? You'd at least say something.

But, no, the pretty girl just played on her phone, looking like she didn't have a care in the world.

It wasn't until the guy was just a few feet away from her that she even noticed anything was wrong.

She looked up and made eye contact with the dead dude and screamed, jumping back and falling out of her chair. But, honestly, it was a little too late for her, because the dude grabbed her and took a bite out of her shoulder.

"Oh shit!" Yuuji exclaimed, staring at the scene.

The pretty girl continued screaming, even though she was now missing a chunk of flesh from her body. The dead guy was eating her. Like, it wasn't pretty. It was gross. Really, really gross.

[sunbeamah]

Any recs for some jjk fics? Something preferably fluffy or family vibes? Or just ur favorite ones

Hi!!! I'm so so sorry it took me so long to get to this ask! As soon as I got it I started making a list, but it was small when I found it again so I think I must've been interrupted while making it-- but here it is, finally!

The Struggles of a New Family

Fushiita, Choso and Yuuji are long lost bros -- and you all know I love long lost family!

Surprise Adoption

Choso Eso and Kechizu kidnap Yuuji, I love that for them

Hi, I’m Your Brother

Fushiita, Choso and Yuuji and Sukuna are long lost half-brothers, featuring PI Gojo, which is a job I love for him and he'd love too with how nosy he is

This Was Never Meant To Be 

Choso and Yuuji travel back in time to the hidden inventory arc time period, SatoSugu, this one is angsty! But I do love time travel and a bit of tortured Yuuji yk

of the covenant

Choso incarnates early and meets little Yuuji in Sendai-- but he doesn't know they're brothers. Little Yuuji is so cute!

Finding Mister Swipe-Right

Chosoyuki, dating app, Yuuji has a more of a minor role. This gave me a new type in men. You'll see!

Famous Last Words

Fushiita, Choso is Yuuji’s brother, some violence and minor character death, smut. I'm a sucker for devotion and man does this fic deliver that

cosplay confession no jutsu

Fushiita, Choso Eso and Kechizu are Yuuji’s cousins and only have a minor role. I love the thought of them cosplaying, it's such a creative fic

Choso and Yuuji, the Kamo clan, cw for child abuse and neglect; I only just started reading this one but I really like it so far!

[yuujispinkhair]

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Thank you for the tag @hxhhasmysoul 💗

3 ships: Sukuita, Fushiita, Goyuu. Obviously, I like bottom Yuuji ;)

First ship: Drarry

Last Song: Learn 2 Love by Tiësto

Last Movie: I can't remember. I rarely watch movies aaaahh. But I will re-watch JJK 0 soon

Currently Reading: I just started A Court of Thorns and Roses + I am trying to read two smut books, but in one of them, the male char has a name that is SO unsexy to me, so I simply cannot get into it lmaoo.

Currently Consuming: Salty popcorn and white wine

Currently Craving: Chinese food, several days just to myself, getting fucked by boyfie Kuna lmaooo

Tagging: @sukunastoy @yuujilove @tinyreine @nagumoan @fushigurro @crazychaoticizzy @skunaskitten @thebellearchives @devoti

[ao3feed-itafushi]

Melancholy

by tunawuuna Satoru Gojo handles the Shibuya incident a tad bit differently. You’d think this would have little to no profound impact on anyone… Satoru knew he could no longer avoid his death, he had to deal with Suguru’s passing, he had to accept it. There’s no other choice. Not only is this for him, but this will also save Shibuya, Tokyo and surrounding areas. Who knows what these curses are planning? They’ve already taken Suguru, what more could they inflict upon us?   By colliding both infinities, blue and red, an imaginary mass of extraordinary destructive power gushes forth. A blast of what we call ‘Hollow Purple’ can easily destroy a city, carve through forests, lands, and people. “Itadori, it seems that Satoru Gojo has officially gone rogue. However, the curses will be quickly exorcised.” The earpiece uttered in his ear. Words: 1729, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Kenjaku | Fake Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Kugisaki Nobara, Iori Utahime, Zenin Maki, Okkotsu Yuuta, Zenin Naoya, Zenin Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Ozawa Yuko, Muta Kokichi | Mechamaru Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime, Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, Itadori Yuuji/Ozawa Yuko Additional Tags: cotards syndrome, Top Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji Loves Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Fushiguro Megumi Loves Itadori Yuuji, Bottom Itadori Yuuji, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Canon Divergence, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Minor Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuuji & Kugisaki Nobara Friendship, Kugisaki Nobara is So Done, Lesbian Kugisaki Nobara, There Was Only One Bed, Sexual Confusion, Denial of Feelings, Explicit Sexual Content, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Fantasy, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Past Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Angst, Gojo Satoru is His Own Warning, Chatting & Messaging, Running Away, Secret Identity, FushiIta and SatoSugu parallels, Mutual Pining, Underage Drinking, Underage Sex, Gay Sex, Everyone Is Gay, Mental Health Issues, Mental Instability, Psychological Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Betaed, My First Fanfic, My First AO3 Post from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/7sXuGL3

[itsfushiita]

too sweet

fushiita / mafia au / smut

Megumi is a lieutenant in the Gojo crime family with a soft spot for new recruit Yuuji.

[zillala]

𝙼𝚢 𝙺𝚘-𝙵𝚒! ↓↓↓

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ー〘 𝙰𝚗 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 〙

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟

𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 ー 𝗠/𝗠 ー 𝗪𝗜𝗣 ����𝗢3 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Minor Characters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Character(s), Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Romance, POV Fushiguro Megumi, Consensual Sex, Porn with Feelings, Top Itadori Yuuji, Bottom Fushiguro Megumi, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, True Love, Anal Sex, First Time, Getting Together, Gay, Pansexual Character, Cute, Oblivious Itadori Yuuji, Power Bottom Fushiguro Megumi, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sad Fushiguro Megumi, Friends to Lovers, Boys In Love, Love Confessions, Fushiguro Megumi-centric, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Cute Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji Loves Fushiguro Megumi, Feelings, Made For Each Other, Itadori Yuuji is Pure Cinnamon-Roll, Fushiguro Megumi is the Boy-King of Doom and Gloom, Itadori Yuuji is a Puppy, Fushiguro Megumi is Emo, Fushiguro Megumi is Bad at Feelings, Fushiguro Megumi Loves Itadori Yuuji, Canon Universe, Idiots in Love, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, First Time Topping, itafushi, FushiIta, Sad Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji Needs a Hug, Innocent Itadori Yuuji, Protective Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Megumi Needs a Hug, Fushiguro Megumi is So Done, Pining Fushiguro Megumi, Opposites Attract, Angst and Feels, Soulmates, Touch-Starved Fushiguro Megumi, First Kiss, Trauma, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mutual Pining, Demisexuality, Post-Shibuya Incident Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Shibuya Incident Arc Spoilers (Jujutsu Kaisen), Itadori Yuuji is Bad at Feelings

𝗔𝗢3 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: “So... How long?” Yuuji sat up straight in the bed, still practically drowning in the messy comforter surrounding him as he gazed up adoringly and inquiringly at a stark-naked Megumi, who was leaning ever-so-casually against the edge of the countertop while soundlessly sipping his tea. ╱ “How long, what?” Megumi asked flatly, cocking an eyebrow back at the pink-haired boy. ╱ “How long have you known how you felt about me?” ╱ Megumi’s face crinkled into a reflexive frown, wanting to react as if the question was presumptuous and arrogant, but inevitably he just sighed, knowing he should acknowledge that it was a serious question worthy of a serious answer. He paused and closed his eyes as he began to think back, to remember. ╱ “Hm… I suppose I knew something had really changed in me after I realized you’d actually eaten that first, disgusting finger.”

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔-𝚒𝚗-𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 & 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝‘𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚍‘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔 & 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙸𝚝‘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 & 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 & 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎-𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞‘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚋𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝙾3 & 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞‘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗‘ 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘~! ;3

𝙰𝚗𝚢 & 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ��𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍! 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, & 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝖠𝖮3, 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕’ 𝚂𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊! （ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕’『 がんばれ、がんばれ! 』／ “𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞!” ）♥︎

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[vydeseny]

Title: Don’t

Words: 6,278

Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji

Summary: Megumi is sick of other people flirting with Yuuji. Maki and Nobara are sick of watching Megumi get jealous. They come up with a plan that inevitably gets derailed. Thinks end up working out anyways.

Read on ao3 here!

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I finally wrote my second itafushi oneshot! this one is a college au and was really just an excuse for me to write jealous!megumi. also drunk sex. yeah.

[romanqynch]

"if love" (6490 words) 

Rating: Explicit

Credit to my lovely friend who didn't think I was going to use this to advertise the fic (I definitely was) and dedicated to someone whose tweet gave birth to this fic ^^

[lsdraft]

Itafushi mafia au🔪🩸

[skeletorrito]

In every way possible

(NSFW 18+ itafushi college au fic)

Summary:

“When I said ‘I love you,’ I meant it, Megumi. I really do love you, in every way possible.” Yuji’s grip on Megumi tightens, as if he never plans on letting go.

“I don’t believe in love,” Megumi replies, harshly, immediately, an automatic response because every time he hears Yuji say those three little words, his brain echoes back to him:

You don’t deserve to be loved.

In which Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori have an ongoing situationship in their freshman year of college because... Megumi’s bad at feelings.

[k-martins]

N.A: I've been thinking a lot about writing something quick and cute itafushi so I found this list of @novelbear and couldn't resist writing something about these two. Good reading! :D

Adorable wasn't exactly a word attributed to Megumi.

At least, Yuji never heard anyone call him that - maybe Gojo sensei , but to the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer anything that looks threatening must be adorable or comical.

Yuji 's experience , Megumi had many adjectives that were the complete opposite of cute. Cold, scary, stoic, a tired bitch, grumpy and boredom personified – thank you, Todo.

Of course, it wasn't for less.

Megumi's face seemed to have been molded to carry that poker face forever , his features relaxed, but still firm and confident. The emerald eyes stared seriously at the viewer, almost as if reading the poor person's own soul – One or two girls already shuddered when Megumi glared at them, even though he just wanted to buy popcorn for the movie session they were going to. It also didn't help that Megumi rarely laughed, had a prickly neutral tone of voice, and perhaps a dark aura that even normal humans were able to sense.

It wasn't exactly the kind of thing most people found cute or adorable.

But, looking at the raven-haired boy now, Yuji was sure that everyone was sorely mistaken!

Wrapped in a big, heavy blanket, a steaming cup of ginger tea in hand, wearing slippers with dogs that resembled his shikigami – these were truly, undeniably adorable – and the black threads shooting in various directions made Megumi the most adorable thing Yuji had seen in a long time. He looked so small and fluffy, like a big sulking burrito . It didn't help that the only visible part of his body was his face pressed into the soft, warm fabric of the blanket, making his red cheeks and nose that much more prominent.

The sight made Yuji melt like jelly on the sofa where he sat with his legs up and a forgotten issue of the manga he loved in his lap.

How could anyone call Megumi scary when he looked like a walking cinnamon roll?

It looks like Yuji was taking too long looking, as the other boy raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"What it was?"

Oops .

"Nothing. Just thinking..."

"This is dangerous."

In another moment, Yuji would have exclaimed a “ hey ” with mock indignation, but now he could only laugh a little. Megumi sipped some of the tea, the steam making his cheeks even redder. It is still surprising to Yuji to see how easily Megumi blushes, whether from the cold weather or embarrassment. In either case, it's cute.

After almost a minute of silence, Megumi puts the mug down and gives him a hard look.

“Do I have something on my face by any chance, Itadori?”

Yuji just laughed some more, looking admiringly at that expression torn between confusion and anger. He looked like an angry kitten.

“No, that's not it. It's just that…” He took a deep breath, trying to force the words out of the laughter. “You look so cute in that blanket, Megumi.”

Megumi's long eyelashes flutter as he blinks, mouth pulling up in a shy pout. His cheeks get a rosier tone, which makes Yuji 's own smile open a little more.

“I'm not cute” He snapped, sinking into the blanket, getting exactly fluffier.

"Yes, you are!"

“Stop it, Itadori.”

“But you look so adorable.” Yuji got up until he was close to the other boy, reaching out to cup Megumi's warm cheeks, squeezing them affectionately. He grew the two centimeters that differentiated him from the other boy in the summer, now being able to look him straight in the eyes. “It looks like a burrito . A very fluffy burrito .”

Even redder, Megumi raises his fist to hit Yuji 's head , the blow causing nothing but a fit of laughter from the pink haired boy.

“Stop calling me cute, idiot!” Megumi groans. “I'm not adorable. I am a jujutsu sorcerer .”

“And should that be exclusionary?” He hums the question, leaning in to where the boy's fist rests on his head. When Megumi doesn't respond, Yuji smirks. "There is! Got you!"

"Shut up."

But Yuji ignores this, quickly slipping one arm behind Megumi's knees while the other holds him behind his back, carrying his bridal style with ease. The sorcerer gasps, focusing on balancing his hot tea which still spills a few drops onto the blanket.

“What the fuck…?”

"I said..." Yuji brings his face close to Megumi's, bumping his nose. “I got you, my fluffy burrito .”

"Do not call me like that. It's stupid.” The other complained, but still sank against Yuji's chest, the pout still stuck in his face. Then, intent green eyes rise to meet Yuji 's , one brow arched behind bangs. “Where are you taking me, kirby?”

Again, Yuji melts into a puddle of jelly, delighted at the discovery of Megumi's hidden cuteness .

A cuteness that only he has the right to see.

That's enough to get you drunk.

“Oh, since you're a burrito …” Yuji laughs when Megumi punches him in the chest, but continues anyway, pressing his lips to his boyfriend's soft red cheek until she narrows his eyes. The scent of ginger and vanilla dances around your nose. "I think I'm going to eat it."

Megumi blinks in disbelief, lips parted in a silent 'o', and Yuji runs to his room, where the heat will be off and they can snuggle together under the heavy, warm blanket.

He couldn't want more.

Or maybe yes...

[earthtodora]

Mfer get mad over anything. It's js a dynamic and it's not srs. It don't matter if u like fushiita or itafushi, it's both yuji and megs being in love!! Who cares who does what?? There's better things 2 be mad over that's worth the energy, don't bash hard working writers over ur own preferences.

Ty very much earth for the yummy meals that u make for us. Love ur fics!! Remember 2 take breaks and 2 take care if urself!! I admire writers so much since I can't imagine always somehow writing all the time. Writing takes alot out of me, I'm more of an art guy.

adgdaskdhsad thank you! (just how many people are invested in this drama now i am dying)

i agree with everything you said - i think it's their RELATIONSHIP we're all here for, and having a preference in smut is normal and okay, and not something we should be making a fuss about. i'm glad we agree! <3

and i really appreciate you taking the time to say that - i try to take breaks, but sometimes all my brain wants is to write more, and i have a hard time saying no to that urge. but it makes me happy, and i'm glad that it makes you happy too, so! i will try and make more yummy meals!

i'm personally in awe of artists, so thank you for doing that! it takes a lot of skill and talent, and it's very much appreciated. take care of yourself too, you hear? <3 ily!