#gojo is a little desperate to pull megumi out of it again but he doesn’t know how

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i need to reread sea glass garden so this question might be a little all over the place bc my memory is lowkey selective (which is so embarrassing for me as a criminal justice student but whatever)

BUT are you going to add more lore to megumi’s CT? because i was reading your asks and i love your point on how the ten shadows is the antithesis to the six eyes. that’s just poetry to me. especially your point about the domain expansion—

AND SPEAKING OF DOMAINS. i have no idea how gege’s little fucked up jujustu world works anymore but when megumi was suffering in his blindness and was about to fall asleep thanks to gojo little “lemme knock a bitch out but gently…” technique, he said something about “it’s a garden” — does this have to do with his domain expansion? like is he just chilling in his domain but like suffering?

was this his big moment where he was like yooo the abuse did fucked me up but it had some perks. whenever i’m feeling less suicidal because i met a cute himbo boy, i could fuck around and try a domain expansion. an incomplete one but a win is win. (the manga needs to get it together bc i need to see megumi’s domain completed already..)

We’ll get more lore about his cursed technique in it.

I will confirm that the garden line is about his domain expansion and that Gojo realized that’s what was happening the second megumi said it. Maki didn’t because she doesn’t know it’s called the Chimera Shadow Garden. That’s a Zenin clan secret.

Megumi is currently stuck in his own domain, but it’s hostile to him. Normally, he’d be completely comfortable and in control of it, but his own cursed energy is attacking him. He’s its victim right now.

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pairing: s. gojo x reader | next part >

when megumi asks gojo to teach him how to ride a bike, he panics–how would he teach a kid how to ride a bike when he doesn’t know how to ride one either? instead of admitting that, however, gojo goes out and buys a kids’ bike with training wheels, reassuring megumi that ‘of course he knows how to ride a bike, he’s the best cyclist in the world’! megumi doubts him the moment gojo’s confident facade falls and he eyes the bike weirdly. 

you’re in the bath at your small apartment when gojo calls you, saying he desperately needs you. you immediately jump out of the tub and dry yourself as you attempt to simultaneously throw on your uniform. when you get to gojo’s place, you quickly look around in fear that something is wrong only to find little megumi and tsumiki crowded around a gaudy blue bike. megumi looks up at you, a bike helmet a size too big pulled over his messy hair. 

“are you going to teach me how to ride a bike?” he asks as he scratches at the velcro straps on his knee pads. 

huh?

everything clicks into place when gojo comes around the corner with unnecessary biking equipment piled high in his arms. you grit your teeth. of course gojo would ask you to teach megumi how to ride a bike, you and suguru were the only ones who knew how to ride one in the first place. you didn’t think it was too useful of a skill when you and your classmates were younger, especially after the young gojo clan head had called you a country bumpkin for knowing how to ride a bike, but you suppose it was important enough that gojo would deliberately go out of his way to get you to teach a kid how to bike. 

as gojo deposits everything in his arms, you crouch down to megumi’s height with a smile on your face, pushing your still wet hair out of your eyes. you reach forward and adjust megumi’s helmet. 

“how long have you been biking with training wheels?” you ask, pulling the helmet straps a little tighter and clipping them into place. 

megumi purses his lips as he looks away to think. “a few weeks,” he says, “i want to be the first one in my grade to know how to ride a bike without training wheels, though.” you let out a little laugh as megumi tucks his chin away from you, his cheeks a soft pink. 

“alright, megumi, i’ll make sure that you’re the first person in your grade to ride a bike.” you extend your pinky towards him, “i pinky promise,” you say, tilting your head with a bright smile. megumi shyly links his pinky with yours as your smile widens. 

teaching megumi how to ride a bike is hard. gojo hovers over your shoulder as you run behind megumi as he pedals on his bike, watching with a small unhidden grimace every single time you let go of the back of the blue bike and tell megumi to ‘keep going’! not only does having gojo next to you make it significantly harder to instruct megumi, but you also have to listen to him attempt to console and give wrong advice to the kid. 

you groan outwardly as megumi topples over on his bike a few feet away from you. as gojo begins to walk towards him, you bring your arm up and block him. 

“satoru,” you warn, “if you continue to give megumi wrong advice again i will fucking punch you.” you turn towards him and glare sharply. “let me do this.” 

you walk towards megumi and gojo falters, watching as you take the boy into your arms and pat the dirt off of him and make sure his knee pads are on tightly. the evening wind blows through your and megumi’s hair as you crouch down and pick up the ugly, scratched bike and help megumi settle back onto it. tsumiki stands up from the park bench she’s seated at and makes her way towards gojo, watching as you and megumi begin to race even further down the park’s bicycle only section. you let go and cheer loudly as megumi finally gets the hang of it, jumping up and down before bounding after him as he bikes around and around. 

“i like them,” tsumiki tells gojo, letting gojo reach down and pull her hair out of her face as the wind begins to pick up even more.

“me too,” he admits softly, watching you and megumi turn around, listening as your and megumi’s elated laughter fills the empty park.

[rinhaler]

OMG HI I LOCW UR WORKS U ARE SO TALENTED THAT MEGUMI KNW WITH THE GUN?? JAW DROPPED SCREAMING DLENCHING THE TOES WANT TO LICK THE SCREEN

anyways i love you and everything you write <3 was thinking about ex babysitter jujutsu kaisen guy.. envisioning geto or sukuna or gojo (???) idk but they like used to make fun of u and be a little angel for the parents n stuff but seeing them again but ur all grown up and a little spicy reunion !! n they’re like 5-7 yrs older so yum

got so so so carried away as usual but this was so fun to write.. i made it satoru and suguru bc i thought it would be fun :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, slight dubcon, fem!reader, age gap (reader 20s + them 30s), childhood crush to lovers?, alcohol consumption, love bites, tit sucking, praise, slight cucking?, double penetration (one hole), spanking, hair pulling, squirting, slight pussy eating, creampies, snowballing, pet names (sweetheart, baby).

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It’s been months since you got to see a movie in the theatre. You don’t even remember the last time, or what you saw. But you’ve been counting down the days until you and your best friend finally had a day off work that lined up with each other. Why you’ve been craving seeing a movie, you’ll never know. But what you’ve been most excited for is the food.

Nothing has caught your eye, but your friend points out a cheesy sounding horror movie that you’re happy to see.

“Satoru? Is that you?” you ask, a familiar head of white hair catching your eye as you and your friend walk closer to him, seeing him leave the cinema screen you’re about to walk into. “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you since I was…”

“Wow,” he chuckles. “Look at you, all grown up. Yeah, it’s been a long time.” he continues. Your eyes meet the stare of the woman on his arm.

She smiles, but you see it’s disingenuous. Her body language is clingy and affectionate, desperately holding onto Satoru’s arm as she urges him to leave with her. You aren’t surprised that she’s trying to lead him away, but you are taken aback that someone has managed to tie the Satoru Gojo down. He was always popular with girls back when he used to babysit you, but he was never one for commitment or staying faithful.

“You two make a cute couple.” you smile at them both, trying to put the girl at ease. It doesn’t work, however. Instead, it seems to make her more nervous.

“It’s our first date.” Satoru informs you. He sighs a little as she pulls at his t-shirt, and it’s less than discreet. “We’re going to dinner later, so we better get going. It was nice seeing you though.” he smiles.

“Wait,” you stop him. “Um, are you still in touch with Suguru?” you wonder.

He smirks at that. He always teased you about having a crush on his best friend after the first time he brought him over for babysitting duty. They didn’t come as a pair every time after that, but it was more often than not. He made your heart race and you lost all ability to form a coherent sentence. You knew he’d never be interested in you; he was older and cooler than you’d ever hope to be.

“Of course. You know what? Here, give me your phone.” he tells you. The girl’s eyes fill with water, a look of defeat in a battle you weren’t even participating in overwhelms her. He quickly types his number into your phone and texts himself so that you can exchange contact information. “We can arrange a little reunion, yeah? See you around.” he winks before leading his date away.

A whole fortnight has passed before any plans come to fruition. That cinema trip is a distant memory that has been replaced with flirty texts in the group chat Satoru decided to make with you and Suguru.

It’s like being a teenager again.

Satoru’s teasing is ceaseless. Everything is so casual and generic in the group chat save for the occasional comment about your crush on Suguru back in the day. But it’s worse in the private messages. Now that you’re older and wiser he sees no point in holding back. He’s so flirtatious and grotesque and vulgar all at once.

Your conversations with Suguru, however, are a lot more reserved. Your fingers tremble whenever he texts. And the conversation is a lot sparser in comparison to how you talk with Satoru.

He’s sweet and kind, but you wonder if he’s just tolerating you for Satoru’s sake.

Satoru: are u cooking for us?

You: we’re getting takeout 🙄

You smirk at your phone as you continue to read the bombardment of heartbroken messages from Satoru, disappointment from the lack of a home-made meal. You can’t even tell if he’s being serious or kidding. You laugh, nonetheless. Though you’re easily startled when hear your doorbell ring.

As you open the door, you have to will yourself from allowing your jaw to drop. Pocketing your phone as you look up at Suguru. That handsome youthful face ageing into a more mature and chiselled one. It makes your heart skip a beat, but you try to downplay it.

“H-Hey!” you smile. “Nice to see you, it’s been forever.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” he smiles too, walking into your home when you move aside. He follows you to the kitchen, watching your every move as you pour two glasses of wine for yourselves. “I’m glad you got in touch.”

You continue to converse as you lead him to the front room and sit side by side on the couch. Neither of you seem to notice how time flies as you chat and reminisce about the days he used to come over to keep Gojo company while he babysat you.

As if you weren’t old enough to stay home without a sitter. That hardly helped your ability to seem cool for your age. And Satoru didn’t fail to tease you about that either.

“I always thought your little crush on me was sweet.” he laughs. “But I was too old for you, then.”

“I know.” you nod, taking a sip of the red liquid sloshing around your glass. “Do you remember that time Satoru invited two girls over?” you ask, face filling with heat as you recall the embarrassing incident.

“Oh,” he chuckles lightly, like a memory has been unlocked in the back of his head. “You locked yourself in your room and wouldn’t come out all night. Even after we sent them home.”

“I was jealous!” you try to defend yourself. “I was such a lame little pre-teen and then these gorgeous girls with perfect skin and perfect hair came over and you guys were hooking up and I was just… heartbroken!” you clutch your hand to your chest dramatically and begin to laugh as you try and make light of the memory.

He breathes, a soft smile prominent of his face as he thinks about it some more. The girls in question were the pretty, popular, cheerleader types. Everything you wanted to be, everything you wanted Suguru to see you as. And yet, you weren’t even close to achieving that reality. And still, he told them to go. Satoru felt bad for upsetting you, too. So they didn’t hesitate to tell them they had to leave.

“I remember sitting with Satoru outside of your bedroom door the whole time. You didn’t even use the bathroom.”

“Oh my God,” you laugh. “I ran to the bathroom after you left. And then I cried to my mom all night about how devastated I was.”

He thinks to himself, putting down his glass of wine on the coffee table before he looks at you. Your body freezes, worried you’ve offended him or creeped him out. A slew of words run rampant in your mind as you try and formulate an apology.

You’re taken aback, however, when he cups your face and slowly tilts his head before kissing you. It’s everything your teenage self had ever dreamed of. You want to drop your own glass to the floor and cup his face in turn as it deepens. But he pulls away, leaving you breathless and longing.

“We’re not kids anymore.” he whispers.

You put down your glass beside his, before lunging in for another kiss. He lets you push him back against the couch, stripping yourself of your sweater so you’re down to just your bra. He smooths his hands over your hips, watching you eagerly as he awaits your next move.

“We’ll have to be quick.” you tell him. “Satoru will be here soon.”

You bend down to make out with him again, keening as he expertly unhooks your bra. His lips latch around your nipple before you’ve even realise he’s tossed your bra halfway across the room. Your hips roll against his clothed bulge, still in a state belief that this is even happening.

“I always wanted you to be my first.” you confess, and he halts his actions momentarily. “But I’m glad… I can fuck you properly instead.”

He allows you to help him out of his own shirt, neither of you capable of keeping your hands off each other for more than a second. Even less than that for your lips. Each sentence is hushed and hurried as you try and navigate this new and exciting development in what was meant to be a casual, friendly, reunion.

“So you’ve got experience now, huh?” he asks, kissing your neck greedily as he thinks about how much you’ve grown in the last decade. “You know how to fuck like a good girl?”

You nod, dumbly, kissing his neck in turn before traversing down his sculpted body. You both freeze, however, when the doorbell rings again. Your eyes widen in horror as you realise all of your clothes are scattered across the front room. There’s no way you can get dressed quick enough. Maybe it would be better to pretend you aren’t home. That you ran out because you forgot something at the store.

“It’s open.” Suguru yells, your heart pounding even faster than it had previously.

Satoru swaggers in as you sheepishly look in his direction with your arms across your chest, doing all you can to preserve your modesty.

“Wow.” he sneers, a teasing lilt in his tone as he looks at you both. Sweaty and dazed, though one of you seems to look less embarrassed than the other. “I knew this would happen.”

“It’s not what it looks—”

“Your tits are in his face and I can see a bruise forming on your neck, sweetheart.” he interjects, getting closer to you both. “I’m not judgin’. Why would I?” he smiles.

You can’t help but feel like you’ve been set up.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, “It’s too much Satoru. I can’t. I can’t. Y-You’ll have to wait your turn!” you protest as he prods at your already occupied cunt. But despite your whining he continues to push himself inside of you, determined to stretch you to your very limit. He shudders at the sight of your pussy swallowing his tip and doing all it can to spit it back out.

He’s been watching on the sidelines, patiently, as Suguru fucks you in the comfort of your own bed. Palming himself as he gets off to the image of his best friend’s cock drilling into your perfect little cunt. He thought he could be patient, but he was sorely mistaken. He’s seen with his own two eyes how well you can ride cock, but he wants to see how well you can handle getting railed.

He pushes you down towards Suguru has his palm splays across your back. You’re soon comforted by the feeling of his lips on yours, though you break away to moan as Satoru inches in further and further. His cock flush against his best friends without a single care, revelling in the sounds of your ragged breath and desperate whimpers.

“I can’t wait, baby. You’re swallowin’ this cock so good. Just take it, yeah?” he tells you, slapping your ass as he starts fucking you slowly.

“You look so pretty full of cock, sweetheart. Does it feel good?” Suguru asks as he plants his feet down onto the mattress and starts to fuck you in tandem.

You nod as a response, yelping as you feel Satoru’s fingers interlace with your hair and yank you up towards him. Your sweat coated back pressed flush against his chest. His free hand holds your hips while he uses your hair to his leverage as his pace becomes brutal. Your pussy oozes and gushes as they each poke and prod and fondle you through their eager assault.

Suguru’s hands wander to pinch and slap your tits, his lip bitten raw as he gets off to the sight of your flesh jiggling and bouncing in all of the right ways.

You squeak, unable to utter a single word or even so much as moan as you begin to squirt from the pleasure. The feeling is enough to have Suguru tumbling over the edge right after you while Satoru wraps his arm around you to play with your clit.

“Again.” he orders, pulling you away from Suguru so that he can kneel in front of your twitching pussy.

The pleasure builds again. Harder, slower, but finally you snap. Your cunt gushes divinely and Suguru savours every last drop. Satoru finishes deep as his balls tighten and he moans pathetically in your ear. But he doesn’t give you or himself a second to relax as he hooks his arms under the bends of your knees, spreading you open wide so that your combined coupling drips out of your hole.

Suguru buries his face in your cunt, slurping up the mess created by the three of you. He sticks his tongue out to show you the lewd combination of your fluids, before looking at Satoru with lust filled eyes. Satoru leans in to kiss him, accepting the tangy tasting mixture into his own mouth before looking down at you.

“Your cunt tastes beautiful, sweetheart.” Suguru tells you as he lightly spanks your clit.

Satoru forces you to look in his direction as he holds your jaw, prompting you to open your mouth wide for him. He kisses you passionately, encouraging you to follow his lead and welcome to lewd fluids onto your own awaiting tongue. You gasp as the taste hits you, but before you can object, he covers your mouth and pinches your nose with one hand.

“Swallow it like a good little girl.” he orders, and you do.

He lets you go after that, though your body just goes limp in his arms. He helps you lie down next to Suguru as he spoons you, and your childhood crush peppers you skin in delicate kisses as you begin to drift off.

“I’m glad I went to see that shitty movie the other day.” Satoru smirks.

© 2024 rinhaler

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[mobbu-min]

☆ jjk hands hcs ☆

a/n: @levi-lover graciously helped me getting the visuals for this! Thank you so much bestie <3

on a total side note, im incredibly in love with all the charas i wrote for and i had a literal blast writing these (physically and figuratively) and i might want to do more??? either more jjk or another fandom idkidk, but this is my first jjk hcs so enjoy the feast!

characters: megumi, maki, toji and nanami -> jjk

!warning! NSFW(16+), all characters are aged up, afab reader(but other then that its pretty gender neutral) fingering, slapping, reader is mentioned to be chubby in nanami's section, sub reader

megumi <3

⋆ Prettiest hands ever

⋆ They’re so slender and smooth. Incredibly soft and well-manicured. He’s practically Gojo’s adoptive son, so I highly doubt Gojo will let Megumi live with crusty ass hands. Gojo the definition of a material girl

⋆ Anyways, Megumi obviously wears nail polish and if you disagree then you need to get your eyes checked- His go too is obviously black, but Nobara said that's lame and gave him a set of blue nail polish.

⋆ It takes him a while to use it but does after you point it to him. He left it on his desk, so it caught your attention. He lets you paint his nails for him.

⋆ Megumi wears rings, there I said it. It ranges from really dainty simple ones to thick edgy ones. Most of the time the ring itself (despite the aesthetic) has a simple design that goes with every outfit.

⋆ His hands are always insanely cold??? Like it could be the middle of summer and his hands will feel like the fuckin artic. Nobara and Yuji have commented on it multiple times.

⋆ Sometimes, especially in the beginning of your relationship, he’ll mutter offhandedly how cold his hands are (tbh it doesn’t bother him) just for you to go and hold his hands. He’ll do it even further in your relationship. Gumi’s shy.

⋆ His hands aren't that thick but rather long and slim. So, if you have big hands (like yours’s truly) it really does look like that one meme of the guy's hand with a spiked bracelet and the girl’s hand with the kandi bracelets.

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♡ Okay so now this is the real reason for this post

♡ First of all, the first that came to mind is how much control Megumi has over his hands, especially his fingers.

♡ So he no doubt makes you cum like 3 times just by his hands. His slender fingers pumping out of you in a slow and languid motion while his thumb circles around your swollen clit.

♡ He likes to go slow most of the time, Megumi strikes me as a low energy type of person and that applies in the bedroom as well.

♡ Sometimes tho, when he’s particularly irritated or riled up, he’s vigorously pumping his cold, slender hands out of you like it’s the last time he will. His thumb pushing harder and faster on your poor cilt.

♡ Cold fingers ghosting over your nipples only to pinch and pull at them, groping them.

♡ Just to make you an absolute mess underneath him. Mewling his name over and over again like a mantra, like a prayer. Your flushed trembling body and teary face really gets him going.

♡ I mentioned rings earlier, but omg imagine Megumi wearing chains similar to Kurapika(and no it’s not bc i’m hopelessly in love with them both and desperately want to be wrapped in kurapika chains as he does the unspeakable to me)

♡ They're so dangly and cold and ghost just above your burning skin to leave goosebumps and your breath hitching. I am in love with this idea so much <3<3<3

♡ Overall very pretty hands used for very naughty things

maki <3

⋆ Very pretty hands

⋆ They aren’t as delicate as Megumi's, but they’re so soft. She has little calluses on the padding of her fingers and palms.

⋆ Maki uses a really nice moisturizer that smells really relaxing. It’s just kinda fresh and airy. It just smells clean, y’know.

⋆ She’s definitely very heavy handed. So she can’t just slap your back without you feeling some pain. She doesn’t mean to hurt you, but Maki forgets her strength.

⋆ Maki wears very simple rings, like silver bands. You’ve gifted her rings before(matching ones) and she never takes it off. If it's not on her finger, then it's around her neck on a chain. Maki appreciates the significance of it and does her best to never lose it.

⋆ Compared to Megumi, Maki’s hands are always warm. Not the sweaty, kinda icky warm, but a pleasant type. It feels really nice against your cheeks during the winter and soothes your nerves during stressful times.

⋆ Maki has incredible grip strength. It’s practically impossible to take anything from her hands. Once Inumaki tried to take her phone and proceeded to fall flat on his face because she just snatched her hand back the moment, he touched it.

⋆ Overall, very comforting hands.

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♡ Maki loves to pin your hands above you, so she could have control. As I said before, her grip strength is strong and she has amazing stamina, so she’ll hold you down for hours.

♡ It leaves light bruises around your wrist, that she’ll gently ice and kiss after.

♡ She’ll get incredibly smug at the handprints left on your hips and thighs. To Maki it’s a mark of claim to anyone that dares to get too close to you. She’s not incredibly possessive, but that sense a pride she gets whenever she sees the marks is like a high to her(its a zenin/fushiguro things tbh)

♡ Just like Megumi, she makes you cum with her fingers until you’re begging her to stop, begging for her to replace them with her mouth and tongue.

♡ Maki ranges from sweet and slow to absolutely brutal and fast. She's leaving your thighs quaking, mind numb, and unable to walk the next day either way.

♡ I’ll add this, but Maki likes to give punishments as she sees fit. Spanking is her go too, and goddamn does it hurt and turn you on. She’ll work her way up from soft pats to hard slaps on your ass. You’re crying by the end of it and she’s gently wiping away those tears with her fingers. Licking up the salty liquid after and humming in satisfaction at your trembling, flushed body over her lap.

toji <3

⋆ I simply cannot leave this man out(This is basically a zenin/fusiguro simp list)

⋆ His hands are huge; it can practically engulf a child’s head. And damn are they thick as well. Veiny too.

⋆ They aren’t as pretty as Maki and definitely aren't delicate like Megumi's, but one could consider them attractive. They look nice and feel incredible, and I’m so sorry, but these hands can do things. And I mean things.

⋆ Anyways, he wears rings. Like the thick silver band types. They're simple but kinda forgettable.

⋆ His hands are always warm, it’s not even funny. It’s the warmth of lukewarm water, not incredibly pleasant, but not unbearable. But they do warm you up during the winter.

⋆ Like Maki, he’s incredibly heavy handed and he has incredible grip strength. You literally had to ban Toji from slapping your back/ass, just because it would bruise so fuckin fast and hurt like a bitch the next day. And he’s promised to be careful, but man’s reckless and kinda forgetful, so…

⋆ Surprisingly enough, Toji moisturizes. Not often, but enough to keep his hands smooth.

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♡ What else is there to say other than that this man is a beast.

♡ He's holding you down no problem, bruising your soft body and manhandling you no problem.

♡ His stamina is incredible, so Toji can hold you in a certain position no problem. His nails digging little crescents into your skin.

♡ Toji’s fingers are thick and have you wincing just with one. He’ll go slow the first time and gently(as he could) insert finger after finger into you. Slowly pumping in and out while kissing your clit. His other hands groping and massaging your tits.

♡ As much as you like his hands, he loves yours. The feeling of your hands over his body, his chest and thighs gets him riled up. Fingers combing through his hands as he goes down on you is enough to make him groan in pleasure.

♡ He likes the pain that comes from your hands digging into his back as he pounds into your cunt while his fingers rub vigorously against your throbbing clit. Toji is down bad.

nanami <3

⋆ I love this man, so I just had to add him.

⋆ Handsome, attractive, lovely, beautiful, what isn’t perfect about this man? Nothing, he’s perfect in every shape. God, I love him.

⋆ Anyways, Nanami takes incredible care of his hands. He takes care of himself in general. We love a self-care king.

⋆ His hands are huge btw, not as big as Toji but it’s impressive. They are also so delicate, not in appearance but in the way he holds things. As if he'd break it, if he were to hold it too tight. Cups, food, drinks, you, Nanami is so fuckin soft and gentle.

⋆ And he doesn’t even intend to, it’s just second nature to him. He’s just naturally caring, and that just grows the older he gets.

⋆ He doesn’t wear rings(unless you put them on), but he used to when he was a teen. So he has a box of them in his closet that he keeps for old time sakes. He keeps a small box in his nightstand that holds the rings Haibara got him on his birthday. Nanami doesn’t wear them in fear of losing or breaking it, so he’ll dust them from time to time.

⋆ Sometimes you’ll catch him holding the box with the fondest smile. His eyes glowing with unforgettable memories as his fingers ghost over them.

⋆ Nanami's hands temperature flows with the season in ways you wouldn’t expect. Like in the summer, his hands are cool to the touch. In the winter, they’re warm like a summer breeze.

⋆ You once asked him if it was a cursed energy technique and Nanami just shrugged and left it at that. Since then, you’ve been baffled.

⋆ Nanami’s hands exclude a sense of comfort. There’s this instant wave of security and relief every time he touches you.

⋆ And he gives amazing massages. You brag about it every chance you get, because how often do you get to fall in love with a perfect man who knows how to give incredible massages? Not very often.

nsfw

♡ You know how I said that he’s incredibly gentle with you, well that doesn’t hold up if you get on his bad side.

♡ If you’ve been particularly bratty, he has no qualms from slapping it all away. Your body sprawled out across his lap. His hand’s attacking your ass leaving it red and tender.

♡ One the other hand, Nanami loves to tease you. Loves to take his time with you. His hands sensually caressing every part of your body, every bump, scar, stretch mark.

♡ And if you're chubby, Nanami is literally in heaven. He loves to hold onto you so much. Loves to dig his hands into your plush thighs, hips and waist. Loves the way it squishes, how soft it feels in his hands. How flushed you look, so shy but he knows you like it. Nanami aware of the way you looked yourself up and down beforehand.

♡ And he adores that. Adores that confidence and how it seems to grow with his deep groans as he hands wander your body. Savoring you like it was his last feast.

♡ He'll kiss every part of you like you were an angel(which you are, don’t ever doubt that) and treat you as such. So gently and lovingly.

♡ Nanami loves to hold you down by your hips. Loves the way you squirm under his fingers as he plays with your cunt. Nanami lets out the deepest, sexist chuckle at your whining as he massages your clit and slowly dips his finger into you. His fingers curling up and pumping out of you.

♡ He’s down bad and will make you cum just by his fingers until he’s satisfied. Until you’re begging and pleading for him, for something more filling then his thick, long fingers. Something that will make you see heaven.

♡ Maybe I’m just down, but damn, Nanami just wants to love you.

(I am in love with the second picture ( ˘ ³˘)

[sukirichi]

— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy 

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places.  “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

[avtrbee]

late night punishments

this is my first smut so KJJSHDKFJ please send some feedback, i wanna know the areas in the fic that are good and the ones where it needs to be fixed a lil. enjoy :>

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summary: gojo finds out you disobeyed his orders, causing him to give you a piece of his mind

warnings/tags: degradation, choking, spit swallowing (?), breeding, overstim, face slapping, gojo being a lil mean to y/n, smut so 18+ please

nsfw under the cut

You cried. You can’t help it. You’ve been on your back, fists crumpling the sheets in an attempt to grab something, and legs spread wide open for Gojo Satoru for who knows how long, his hand gripping your hip tightly that you were sure it would bruise, and the other one on squeezing your left breast.

You feel your tears stream down, mixing with the sweat and the saliva on your face. You were overwhelmed by the feeling of being too full, too good, too much, and above you, Satoru grins.

Your tears don’t deter him, instead, it encourages him. He doesn’t stop his thrusts, 7-inch dick snug inside your cum filled pussy, pushing in and out all over and over again. You can hear yourself from the way your juices react to his cock. If anything his actions make you cry out more.

“Aw,” he coos, never stopping his thrusts, in fact snapping even harder, “why are you crying? What happened to all your bravado?”

His voice sounded so gentle, so caring, and soft. It almost fooled your almost mindless state, but you knew him well enough that it’s just a facade. He doesn’t care if he hurts you, as seen by the love bruises littered all over your neck that trail down to your thighs. You don't mind it though. You were drunk on him.

“C’mon, can you come for me?” Gojo asked, caressing your face. You merely sob out in response because you can’t, you’ve already come more times than you even cared to count, you’re spent and you’re tired. Satoru has also cum twice, and it marvels you how his dick was still that hard, how he’s still going. “I- I can’t- Satoru please-“

“Whaaaat?” He asked, slowing down his thrusts to a full stop. He looks back at you with half of his dick still inside you, a mixture of your cum and his escape to the sheets. For a moment your body sags in rest. “You can’t?”

“N-no…!” You cry out. “I can’t anymore, please.”

Satoru looked at you with his head tilted, as if contemplating your plea. Unfortunately, you missed the way his eyes glinted when he reached to pull out your vibrator. You were still comprehending how he got your toy and how he knew when Satoru thrust back inside you. You groaned, reliving the feeling of being full coming back, your pussy clamping at the sudden intrusion.

Satoru’s eyes rolled back to his head. “How are you still so tight?” He chuckles, flipping the switch of the vibrator. “I’ve been fucking you for hours and yet your fucking pussy still wants more. I married such a whore.” He whispers to no one, flicking your swollen clit with his finger.

He presses the vibrator’s head on to where your clit was, and you let out a scream so loud you’d reckon you would have woken half of the Gojo estate if there were any people. The benefits of being the only two Gojos were that Satoru can make you scream as loud as you can and no one would hear. It was too much, too good.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” he hissed, slowing down, but thrusting even deeper. “How you used this when I’m away? I could smell you on this toy, whore.” Satoru pressed the vibrator harder against you. You hear a switch and you feel the vibrator go faster, making you cry out, tears streaming down your face mixing with the saliva leaking off your mouth.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You gulp, trying to form coherent words. You were in a system overload, overwhelmed with how Satoru has been pounding in and out of you for hours, and now with the sudden intrusion of your beloved vibrator.

You really didn’t mean to. Satoru had made it clear that you were not to touch yourself while he’s away and in turn, he wouldn’t touch himself on his mission trip. Think about the desperate, mind-blowing sex we’ll do when I get back! He said cheerfully after seeing your disapproving stare. And while that was a good argument to make you last two weeks, you found yourself frustrated and angry and missing your husband just a little bit too much. “I-I just missed you, Satoru. I was n-never satisfied, it could never compare to you…!”

Above you, your husband's face morphed into an expression of displeasure. His piercing gaze stared at you disgustingly, as if you said something to insult him. “Oh? You missed me?” he asked with a high-pitched mocking tone. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

You felt a harsh slap on your face before his hand crawled on your neck and Satoru started to squeeze. The sensation made you tighten up with your eyes rolling at the back of your head. His pace was relentless still, never giving you a break. It wasn’t until you started seeing dark spots did Satoru let go of your neck.

You feel him toss the vibrator somewhere on the bed, and you could feel yourself flinching from its effect on you. Satoru’s hands found your face as he went deep inside you in a mating press.

“O-oh-“ you groan, enjoying the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Open.” He commanded. His hands squeezed your cheeks tightly, and with little to no resistance, you opened your mouth as wide as you can with your tongue sticking out. The sight of you made Satoru chuckle. You looked so helpless, so lost in the bliss of pleasure that you’ve let go of your composure. “Swallow.”

Blue eyes watched you eye the string of saliva that came out of his mouth that you happily caught on your tongue. His spit felt warm and different in your mouth, but the idea of him coating your insides that his cock could not reach sparked a flame in you. You happily swallowed him.

“I know we agreed on having no children,” Gojo started, keeping you in a mating press, thrusting inside you over and over again. “But I’m really tempted to make you a mommy, Y/n-chan.” He threatens, pushing his cock deeper inside you. “Tsumiki wouldn’t mind a little sibling and Megumi will be glad he isn’t the youngest anymore, yeah?”

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head, lost in the pleasure Satoru generously gives you. “P-please, faster- faster…!”

“Hey,” Satoru says before slapping your face harshly. His hand goes back to your face to grip your chin, forcing you to stare at his eyes again. “I asked you a question, Y/N. Don’t you want to be a mommy?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he lets you go and flips you on your stomach. You barely register the bed before a hand grabs a fistful of your hair, lifting you on your knees.

“Please, please be a mommy for me,” he whispers in your ear. He lets go of your hair and uses an arm to hug your shoulders closer to him. “Look over there, Y/N-chan.”

He guides you to look at the long mirror in front of you that you usually use to check your outfits before leaving. Now a reflection of your naked body stares back at you with Satoru behind. You see everything- from the bruises he left along your neck and thighs to how you desperately push your ass into him, a silent plea for his cock. Your pussy is dripping, so much so that the majority of your inner thighs are coated with lines of Satoru’s falling cum from earlier. If you spread your knees wide enough, you can spot more liquid falling directly out of your pussy to the bed.

You watch as his free hand opens and presses your stomach. “This stomach is going be full of my cum, and eventually, my baby.” He whispers in your ear. “I know I’ve already filled this tummy twice, but I’m gonna do it one more time. Just in case.”

“Wait, Satoru-“ You feel him aligning his cock back into your pussy- and then he thrusts, faster than he has before. You scream, both of your hands clinging to the arm around your shoulder for support. Satoru keeps you in place firm enough for you to watch yourself be fucked by him in the mirror. You see your tits bounce upon each thrust, and his hand pressing even stronger on your stomach. You look absolutely pathetic in the mirror, head barely supporting itself with your hair in a mess. There was a familiar feeling stirring in your stomach, an early warning that you’re about to come again, something you didn’t even know was possible up until this point.

“Ohoho,” Satoru giggles. He presses his nose to your ear as he whispers, his hot breath hot against your skin. “You think I can’t feel you squeeze my dick every time you hear me say that I’ll get you pregnant? “

Lost in the pleasure and in chasing your high, you involuntarily squeeze him again, earning another laugh from Satoru. “I’ll do it, Y/N,” he vows and you find yourself meeting each thrust he gives you. “I’ll get you pregnant, wifey.”

“I’m close-“ you gasp, desperately grinding yourself against him.

“Yeah? You are?” He asks and you feel the hand on your stomach crawl to your inner thighs before furiously rubbing your clit. “Cum then. Cum.”

You scream at the sudden overstimulation. Then finally you’re in your high, eyes seeing stars while milking Satoru’s cock so good. He stops rutting in you, lost through how good you feel around him squeezing again and again like he hasn’t fucked you for hours. You feel yourself shake at the near end of your orgasm until your legs gave up and made you drop on the bed. The bed thuds as Satoru falls behind you.

After a few moments, you breathe out a puff of hot air while staring at the ceiling. “That was great.”

Beside you, Satoru grins and it’s the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. His hair is flat sticking to his face, and his blue eyes are so full of love it makes your heart burst. He kisses your shoulder so gently as if he didn’t fuck you to oblivion just a few seconds ago. “I know. I’m the best.”

You roll your eyes at him. God, you love him-

“Y/n-san, Gojo-san,” called a voice from your door. “I threw up.”

You whip your head so quick to the door only to find Megumi holding the doorknob. He was in his pajamas, with the stuffed dog toy Gojo bought for him on his other hand. He did look sick, your poor boy, but you really couldn’t focus on the child. You were too busy scrambling to cover yourself with the blanket.

“Oi, Megumi. Wanna have a little sibling?” asked Satoru playfully at the same time Megumi asked, “Why are you sweaty?”

“I want a little sibling!” shouted Tsumiki, rushing into your room. “I do! I do!”

Was she there the entire time? Your mind blanks at the thought of Tsumiki possibly hearing everything that you didn’t even notice Satoru smirk and you. “Told ‘ya.”

-

Megumi stared at the pavement beneath him wide-eyed and with a heavy breath. “They weren’t wrestling…”

He felt a smack at his back and flinched to his side, only to see Itadori’s concerned face. “Oi, Fushiguro. You’re not looking well.”

Megumi could only stare at him in shock. “They weren’t wrestling.”

"Huh?"

[elysianslove]

what would the jjk characters’ reactions be if their girlfriend walked in on them jerking off 👀 or other way around, they walked in on their gf masturbating to them JSHSJSHSH

DJHSDJS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. it’s whore knee hours 😼 

nsfw under the cut, my loves! it’s really filthy. also, all characters are aged up if they aren’t already 18+. if there are mistakes in this im sorry vdhsdjs

ITADORI YUUJI 

walking in on him; probably screams or something tbh. he’s not used to doing it ever since you two got into a relationship and have been sexually active, but the past few weeks and you’ve just been so busy, and yuuji’s so needy 🥺 but he doesn’t wanna bother you 🥺 so he takes matters into his own hands literally and just settles back in bed, sweatpants down his hips, shirt lifted up to reveal his entire chest, and hard cock in his hand. he’s actually rushing through it because it somehow feels wrong and he just wants to rid himself of all this sexual frustration. he’s diligently and roughly stroking himself, and it’s really obscene: the noises his hand is making, the way his hips can’t seem to stop thrusting up, the loud grunts and gasps and whines that can’t stop leaving his lips. and just before he tips over the edge, as he feels his stomach tighten, he hears the door open and your cheerful voice greet him. he screams. like yells out, but he’s also? cumming? weirdly enough? he’s too dazed as he comes down from his high to mind your teasing smile, with his heart beating to loud in his chest, and he welcomes your pretty mouth kissing up the trail of cum he’d left on his chest.

walking in on you; gets really flustered but really cocky at the same time? when he came home tired and walked into the bathroom to wash up he hadn’t been expecting your body in the bathtub, touching yourself, moaning out his name. you’ve clearly been doing this for a couple of minutes because of the speed of your fingers and oh my god are you fingering yourself? he’d been quiet when coming into the bathroom, only announcing his arrival at the front door, and it doesn’t seem like you notice his presence. he watches as your back arches, hips pushing leniently into the curve of your fingers, and you let out a frustrated whine. no, sob. you cry out his name against desperately and yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever been this horny. the initial shyness and shock has long since worn off and all he wants to do is bury his fingers in your soaking cunt instead. when you cry out again, in frustration, and pull your fingers out, he immediately kneels by the bathtub, meeting your eyes with his as he feigns a pout at you and says, “aw, can my poor baby only cum on my fingers?” he’s pleased to see you’re not even a little shy about it when you frown deeply and nod desperately. 

GOJŌ SATORU

walking in on him; is not in the least bit shameful, just spreads his legs wider, throws his head back to let out another moan and says as he smirks up at you, “you’re more than welcome to join.” he’s not shy about masturbation, and he’ll even talk to you about it. this mf probably loves mutual masturbation as is. but anyway. you’d probably just left for the store, for ten minutes, and you come back and his head’s thrown back on the couch, cock in his hands as the sweatpants he wears have been pushed down to just beneath his balls. he’s being loud, like he’s giving you a show, and as soon as you enter the living room, he lets out a particularly loud grunt, thrusting his hips up. you’re not even sure if he’s dramatizing it or if it really feels that good. he’s doing it slow too, taking his time, thumbing the slit of his pretty cock and smearing the precum all over the pink head. he really is giving you a show, and god are you eating that shit up. he stares you down as he squeezes and strokes, and then, he says, “if your mouth’s gonna hang open like that, might as well put it to use and stuff it.” vdhjsdsjds gojo brainrot. 

walking in on you; is so, so, so teasing about it. if you’re doing it to give him a taste of his own medicine, expect to regret it when your ass is tainted with his handprint and you’re full of his cum. but if you really are innocent about it, he’ll tease you endlessly, saying things like, “pretty baby couldn’t wait for me?” and “so eager,” and “so needy,” with a grin and a tut. he lowkey highkey loves it when he comes home and walks in on your bedroom to see your legs spread out for him so nicely, your fingers stuffing your messy cunt, your nipples all perked up and your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat from the exertion. he watches for minutes on end, and when you finally notice him, and you squeak in surprise and attempt to cover yourself, he grins and shakes his head, grabbing a chair and placing it right across from you so he has a perfect view of your spread legs and says, “i wanna watch you cum.” he’s so. shameless about it omg. if you take too long though he’ll just swat your hand away and eat you out till you can’t feel your legs <3

RYOMEN SUKUNA

walking in on him; i don’t think he masturbates, like, ever. if he’s ever horny he will just grab you, pull you aside, and fuck you. like he’s not ashamed about it. even if it’s in public, he will find some way to put his dick inside you. but! let’s say you introduce the concept to him and it’s a day where you’d just left him alone for a few hours, so he decides there’s no harm in trying. he hadn’t expected it to feel this good. granted, it’s not your mouth or cunt, but he’s still fully in control of his pleasure. he kinda gets lost in the feel of it all that he doesn’t notice you coming back home. you stay so silent, and watch the whole thing as he throws his head back and cums all over his hand and stomach, and he does it all while saying your name and if that isn’t an ego boost idk what is. he gets so embarrassed, but displays it in a different way. he just gets angry at you basically, for catching him, and when you laugh at his reaction. last 😃 straw 😃 good luck walking tmrw <3

walking in on you; oh shit okay. listen. he will absolutely get mad. like wtf only i am supposed to give you pleasure??? if he walks in on you, like yuuji, desperately trying to fuck yourself with your fingers and finding no way to reach your orgasm, he won’t do shit. he’ll just stand there with his arms crossed as you fail to reach your orgasm for the nth time and it’s literally just humiliating at this point. you’re sobbing and your cunt’s a mess, your entire tight and trembling with the build up of arousal. you can tell he’s aroused too. you can see it actually, but he makes no move to satisfy himself, and you honestly think that seeing you like this is doing it for him. the breaking point for him would probably be hearing your broken voice just sob out a mixture of a chant of his name and please, just desperate and wanting. and then, oh boy does he give it to you. makes you orgasm so many times, makes you see stars all night, just as a reminder of who you really belong to. what a sadist i love him lol

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

walking in on him; he probably does it every once in a while because he’s a teenage boy?? (still aged up here). but he only does it to relieve himself, not for anything other than that, no ulterior motive. just to rid himself of, well, his horniness. probably the type to do it in the shower because he does not like any evidence that he ever did it. he’s hunched up underneath the water, the steady flow of it hitting his back, while he has one hand steady on the wall before him, and another wrapped tightly around his cock. he’s panting and gasping, and oh, megumi would make the prettiest sounds when he cums i just know it. probably looks gorgeous too. he doesn’t hear you come into the shower because he’s so close, shit, this feels so good — and then he feels your hands come around his waist, spinning him around and his hand’s still moving but his body’s gone into absolute shock. he hears you whisper, “let me see you, baby” and he just absolutely loses it. his face scrunches up, heat blossomed on his chest and cheeks as his hand moves rapidly on his cock, milking himself and spilling all over your stomach. when he’s well spent his head falls into the crook of your neck, and he’s just letting out tiny little gasps when you say, “you’re so pretty when you cum,” and god, is he in love with you. 

walking in on you; so. shy!!!!! omg!!!! you’re probably on your bed, on your stomach, ass in the air as you rub your clit. your thighs are smeared with your arousal and your hand and palm are outright drenched and megumi feels his mouth dry, his pants suddenly way too tight. you don’t notice him for a while, and he’s just too in shock to move, until you tilt your head and catch him staring. you lock eyes with him, then sink a finger into your pussy, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open into a silent gasp at the intrusion. megumi’s gone crazy like his brain’s malfunctioned. but that wasn’t even the worst of it. when you start to fuck yourself with your fingers, and then bring a second one inside, you moan out his name and he just succumbs to all his desires, walking slowly over to you and lightly massaging and caressing your thighs and ass, watching up close as you continue to fuck yourself. then, gently, he takes your wrist in his grasp and pulls your fingers out, lightly brushing against your soaked folds as he hums, then says, “let me.”

INUMAKI TOGE

walking in on him; he’s actually really open about it? like he just doesn’t care. he will get a little flustered if you catch him in the moment, but that’s only for a few seconds. like he’s just doing his thing, stroking his dick and reveling in the flood of dopamine that’s overwhelming his brain, squeezing the base, tightening his fingers around the tip, urging more precum out. when you walk in, he freezes momentarily, his hand flying to the base of his cock and just shuddering lightly as he holds back his orgasm. and then he just sighs, leaning back again and stroking rougher, encouraging you to come closer with a simple look in his eyes. your mouth is almost immediately around the tip of his dick, and he just holds you there as he strokes himself, watching as you suck on just the tip. you’re a sight for sore eyes like this, and when you meet his eyes, his eyes fly up, accidentally shoving his dick further in your tight, warm mouth and cumming down your throat. he doesn’t even give himself another second to catch his breath before he’s pushing you down onto the bed, kissing you so deeply, his cock already hardening again.

walking in on you; the same way he’s so nonchalant about himself masturbating, he doesn’t mind if you do it too. it’s understandable how sometimes you just want me time, and he tells himself if he were to ever catch you he wouldn’t really react in any way. he is wrong 😃👍🏼. just like he’d pushed your mouth around his dick when you’d once caught him, he immediately rushes to you, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other guiding your fingers deeper inside of you as his mouth latches onto your clit. his mouth??? his mouth!!! sinful!!! he eats you out like a starved man. the idea is so filthy though, like you’re fingering yourself and he’s fondling your breasts and teasing your nipples, his mouth and lips sucking so harshly on your clit and you’re so fucking wet you’re soaking the bed beneath you. the orgasm that hits you is mind blowing, and imagine your surprise when you pull your fingers out, expecting him to pull his mouth away as well, but he just replaces your fingers with his own, pushing you down harsher on the bed and continuing to pleasure your oversensitive body oof.

end note; um n e ways 😏 if you guys want other characters with this lemme know bc brain: fried :D

[silversatoru]

I just thought of this and can NOT get it out of my head so I thought I’d make a request 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 Could you write something where you and Megumi are going at it and you’re trying to keep quiet because poor Yuuji is next door and he may or may not have a tiny crush on you? (gotta love having their rooms next to each other) 🤐

jealousy 

a/n: this is so good but so sad and this may have gotten darker than u wanted so i’m sorry,, but they definitely had a threesome in an alternate universe somewhere

fushiguro megumi x reader x itadori yuuji 

synopsis: yuuji succumbs to his shameful desires while you and your boyfriend megumi are having sex next-door.

tags/warnings: nsfw, voyeurism, auralism, male masturbation, you tell megumi to be quiet and he doesn’t rlly listen idk what that qualifies as

w/c: 870

megumi thrusted his hips against yours with an extreme lack of control. up until this point he’d kept a slow, quiet pace, but it was getting harder to maintain. the bed was beginning to emit quiet creaks and your gasps for air were getting more violent.

“slow down! yuuji is right next door,” you hissed at the dark-haired boy, your nails making small indents in his biceps.

the jujutsu tech dorms were relatively empty due to the lack of students, so normally noise wouldn’t be a problem; but of course gojo sensei had placed yuuji in the dorm just adjacent to megumi’s a few months ago. it had made your nights together a little more frustrating and a little less enjoyable as you tried to keep the noise levels to a minimum.

“i don’t care, i just- fuck, you feel so good,” he buried his face into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy, wet kiss to the sensitive skin.

his hot breath and sticky tongue working magic on your neck coaxed a few breathy moans from you lips. his thrusts were growing, elevating in intensity and striking against your cervix with every blow. a strangled whimper choked out of your throat, and you immediately threw a hand over your mouth in attempt to hold it in.

“megumi! he’s gonna hear us!” you angrily muttered at him, one of your hands clawing into his hair and pulling back his head so you could see his face.

“im sure he’s a asleep,” his eyes were completely clouded over with lust, not a single care weighing on his shoulders. he was concerned with one thing and one thing only — the way the puffy walls of your soaking cunt were gripping perfectly around his cock.

megumi typically held a stoic personality, demonstrating utter poise and control over his emotions — but when it came to you? when it came to your body being tangled with his in a heated knot under the covers? there wasn’t a single thing that could slow him down.

your head fell back onto the pillows, soft sighs and sensitive whines leaking from between your lips. god, you hoped yuuji was asleep, you really did. you saw the way he looked at you — the way he gazed at you like you covered the earth in trees and dotted the sky with stars. you could only imagine how hurt he’d be having to sit there and listen to your pleasured moans.

yuuji wasn’t asleep.

he was wide awake with his hand creeping into his pajama pants while he listened to your shaky breaths and pretty noises through the paper thin walls. his heart ached with jealousy but his dick couldn’t decipher the fact that the moans weren’t for him.

he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, letting his swollen cock flop up against his abdomen. he hissed at the feeling, throbs of arousal coursing through his member while throbs of envy pumped through his heart.

yuuji respected megumi, liked him a lot actually — but he was horribly envious of the fact that you were with him. fuck, the things he would do to be the one railing himself inside of you and making you emit such beautiful sounds.

he shamefully stroked his large hand over the tender tip of his length, shivers running under his skin as he thought about your hands being the ones to touch him. this was so fucked up, him thinking about you in this context while his best friend fucked you one room over. it was disgusting and shameful but he couldn’t stop his hands from groping himself — utterly desperate to ease his carnal desire.

one hand harshly pumped his cock while the other reached lower, pulling ever-so-tenderly on his aching balls. he could hear megumi’s bed shaking louder now, the annoying creaks making it increasingly difficult to hear your lovely moans. he strained his head, shifting himself closer to the wall so he could hear you better.

you were whimpering megumi like a mantra, delicate whines and high-pitched mewls between each breath of his name. yuuji rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes and increasing his pace as he fantasized about it being his name instead.

ah- yuuji! feels so good

make me come yuuji! p- please! need to come!

he’d made you feel so good, and his name would sound delightfully pleasant rolling off your lips. he bucked his hips into his hands at thought of it, fucking into himself hard as he quickly became undone.

ropes of his sticky white seed ejected all over the floor, some catching onto the edge of his pants and some smearing onto his twitching hands. as he fell down from his euphoric high, the realization of the fact that he’d just jerked himself to the sound of you getting fucked by his best friend sunk in. 

it was selfish and vulgar that he felt this way, and guilt and disgust were weighing heavy on his shoulders.

but he knew that when the two of you did this again tomorrow night, he’d tuck himself right back against the wall with his pants around his ankles. 

[fairydollsteps]

Hihi! Could I please request headcanons with Megumi, Itadori and Yutta, where them and the reader get into an arguement and they make her cry? Angst to fluff, of course :)

Thanks!

Sure! Thank you for your request and I hope what I wrote is what you wanted!💌 This might be a little crappy because I am writing this late at night.🙃 Enjoy reading!😄

Arguments/Reconcilement with Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuji and Okkotsu Yuta

Fushiguro Megumi

This wasn’t your first time arguing with him. You both did argue some time in the past but this too much for you to handle which leads you to start crying despite all your attempt to hold it back.

Megumi stops talking and looks at you with a worried expression. Before he can reach for you, you have already run out of the room, leaving him behind.

You don’t want to see him for a while because you are still mad and upset with Megumi so you locked yourself in the room to calm yourself down and ignores his desperate knocking.

Megumi loves to always be by your side every day. So the fact that you are acting like he doesn’t exist absolutely broke his heart.

He would become insecure and worried that you would break up with him because of what he said to you earlier. He legit can’t sleep, just recalling back the argument while staring at the ceilings.

He would probably start crying when he remembers when he makes you cry, thinking he is the worse boyfriend ever.

Megumi can’t ask anyone for help because Itadori would be clueless and dumb, Kugisaki would scream at him for acting like and Gojo would give awful advice that is completely useless and futile.

So Megumi had enough of you being distant and doesn't care who is wrong or right. So when he manages to get some alone time with you, he would hug and mutter a sorry to you then saying it profusely to you.

Internally, he is begging you to not break up with him. His soul would be crushed to million pieces if you do.

You can feel a tear or two starts soaking your clothes and notices Megumi shaking. He is probably trying his best to not have a full-blown cry in front of you.

You would hug him back in hope that it would cheer him up. Which it does because you finally acknowledge him after days o you being distant from him.

Just please reassure and comfort him cause he is feeling like the worst boyfriend ever and that you deserve better. Those thoughts will soon vanish if you comfort him and reconcile together.

Itadori Yuji

Like every couple, you and Yuji have fought some times in the past but you just started crying in the middle of an argument with him because he is yelling at you.

Yuji would wanted to cry because you are crying because of HIM and he can feel wave of guilt hit him hard like a boulder but he hold it back, afraid that you would think he is being dramatic and is acting the victim.

He is supposed to make you laugh and smile but he ended up making you upset and sobbing. He wanted to say something but the back of throat felt dry and it stings a lot that he can utter a word.

The only he can do to comfort your weeping state, he pull you into a hug and let your tears soak his clothes. Yuji doesn’t care about his clothes or anything else, he is now only worry how you see him after what he say to you.

Would you think he is mean and inconsiderate? Is he not enough for you? Hell, would you break up with him? Please don’t, Yuji is shaking to the core thinking about it.

“I am so sorry.. p-please forgive me and don’t leave me alone,” Yuji said, not knowing that he shaking visibly like a leave and is about to break. He put his head over your shoulder, not wanting you to see his face. Just mad and disappointed of himself.

You would take notice of it and don’t care who is wrong or right now. Yuji is sad now and you wanted to see the usual smiling Yuji again. You hug him back as you dry your tears then comfort him that you won’t leave him alone, reassuring him that he isn’t the worst boyfriend ever and he is the kind and caring one that you adore.

Okkotsu Yuta

Whenever you argue with him, Yuta would always be the first one to start crying because he thinks that you are upset and disappointed of him and that you would leave him. So he would always do everything to avoid an argument with you.

But of course, what makes a couple is arguments.

As a special grade sorcerer, Yuta is often assigned a lot of difficult mission which leads him to become very stressful and tired. So when you told him he should take a break, he vents his frustration and anger to you, yelling hurtful words to you without thinking because he is so tired.

When Yuta finally got into his senses, he saw you starts crying but you cover you face so he won’t see the damage he has put into you. 

Yuta don’t what to say but every drop of tears you shed, rip his heart out. 

“Y-Y/N. I-I-,” before he say more, you have already dash out of the room and leave him behind without saying anything. But he can still hear your sound of cries and it slowly to fade away as you keep running away.

Now is his turn to start crying and be mad of himself instead. Gosh, he feels like the worse human being ever and wishes to take back what he has shouted to you before. But the damage had already been done.

When the next day come, Yuta would try to greets you with a smile that you said you adore, but you just ignore and walk past him with an empty look on your face.

What you didn’t know that Yuta every time you don’t acknowledge him, he can feel himself breaking on the inside but he hides it  because he don’t want to be seen to be seen exaggerating.

Yuta didn’t ask for help from his friends or teachers because he don’t want to trouble them with his problem that he caused because of his recklessness.

So every time you just ask like he doesn’t exist, he thinks it meant that you wanted break up with him which is wrong because is just that you are still mad of Yuta and that you need some time to collects yourself. You know what Yuta said is not what he meant and you know that you will eventually reconcile with him.

But what you didn’t expect that the argument before has deeply affected him. You find him crying in the room all by himself. Head in the knees and sobbing at the corner of the room.

“Yuta?” When he found out that he has been caught, he tries to muffle up his sobs and cover his weeping face, not wanting you to see his pathetic state but he would then starts choking and shaking like crazy, trying his best to collect himself but he is deeply hurt and ashamed for you to see him like this.

“Y-Y/N *hiccups* I-I am s-sorry t-that you h-have to s-” you hug him and whisper some comforting words to him and let him cry on your shoulder. He would then starts apologizing to you profusely while crying and hugging you tightly, begging you not to break with him.

You hush him softly. “I am not going anywhere, I know that you didn’t mean what you say. Is alright now,” you said.

Yuta would then calm down and you both would cuddle each other somewhere private to make up the time that you both lost after the argument. You can feel him scoot closer to your figure, obviously showing that he misses you so much.

Thank you for reading and have a good day! I am sorry if this writing is tooo cringy

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + VARIOUS || when their siblings are evil

request: Hello, I was kinda wondering how would Gojo, Itadori and megumi react to a their younger sibling being evil but she has a reason to being that way. [Headcanon] -

note: hmm - this one is really interesting! honestly i had never thought about their reactions if their younger siblings are evil! this was an entirely new idea to me, so i definitely enjoyed writing something like this

characters: gojo satoru, itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi

pronouns: she/her

GOJO SATORU

in this sense, I feel it’s not that shocking that if his younger sister joined forces with geto

if you weren’t born with the Six Eyes like your older brother, your clan will just treat you like a slave - like maki was treated when she was in the zen’in clan 

after years of abuse and being told that you were a mistake, and that you shouldn’t have been born, and that you were a waste of space - that might crack you and made you go insane

gojo might have known this might happen, and had tried to move you away from the path of evil - because i feel like he would be a good older brother and shower you in all the love you deserve

he’d shower you in love and respect, getting you new clothes even if your parents tell him not to, spoil you rotten and even training you to use your powers under the cover of darkness

but sometimes it just isn’t enough though, and the emotional wounds are just too deep to heal - and he gets that

feel like he might end up blaming himself - what kind of older brother can’t protect his own baby sister? how can he call himself ‘the strongest’ when he can’t even protect the one person that he was born to protect?

screw the world - he’s your older brother. he should have seen the signs and stopped you from doing what you do

at the same time, he knows the reason why you left - you were sick and tired of the higher ups and their backwards thinking

the elders of your clan, the elders of other clans, the higher ups who control the jujutsu world - you hate them all, and you strive for the change that gojo wants to do as well. but with how you’ve been put down your entire life, and how underdeveloped your skills are, you went the only route you know - a route that strays you away from all you’ve ever known

if anything, he’s sort of proud - since along the way, geto definitely takes you under his wing and teaches you to unlock all the potential of your power - which will be a huge slap to the face for the rest of the clan and the higher ups

feel like he doesn’t have it in him to really take you down if he needs to, since he can see through you no matter what - how you’re scared to be on the run, how you hate being away from your older brother, how you know that you have innocent blood on your hands

yet you can’t leave, you’re in too deep now. and if you return, who exactly is there to stop the higher ups from killing you like they so desperate want to for so long?  

he’d probably spare you out of all the sorcerers that the higher-ups have branded as traitors, because at the end of the day you’re still his baby sister

and no matter how twisted your views of getting to your goal has become, you two still strive for the same thing - and that is to rid the jujutsu world of people like them

plus, if he was being honest, he’d want to keep you around as a slap to the higher ups still lol; the biggest middle finger he can give to them is by keeping you alive for as long as possible

ITADORI YUJI

yuji, being the sunshine he is, would not have known why you decided to leave for the other side of the war

it wasn’t his fault - if anything, he was the best older brother to be around. he’s what people dreamed of when they think of having an older brother

he took care of you, make sure you and your grandfather was fed, made sure you didn’t need to worry about trivial things like money or when the pay the bills - you just focus on being happy and that’s all that he needs in return

feel like the reason why you left was more because of manipulation - if you can just grow stronger, you can protect yuji from getting executed. that you can make a better world for the both of you, that you two can one day live in a happy world where curses and sorcerers were far behind you

of course yuji will be upset - he doesn’t see the appeal of the other side, and always advocates for you to realise how geto and the other curses are using you for their own benefit 

why would you give up your freedom to fight on the other side?

he’d be conflicted - this was the little girl who he used to braid her hair and cook for every day, the girl who he brought up from young to become the headstrong woman you are today. his best friend and the only person he can truly rely on during the darkest of times

how can he put that aside and hunt you down like you’re a prized animal in a hunting competition?

he’d wonder if he was a good brother to you too as well - wondering if he wasn’t giving you enough attention growing up, not as good as he thought he was at splitting his time for you

it’d take a lot of convincing from his friends that it wasn’t his fault, that you were being manipulated into thinking that this was the only way you can turn to in order to help him

since neither of you were really sorcerers to begin with - being thrown into a world where power dictates how you are treated would push anyone into a corner 

he’d use that to probably train harder - to show you that you didn’t need to do the things you are doing to make sure he’s safe, that he can protect both you and him with ease

that you two can go back to how things were before all this

if you two ever meet in battle, i don’t think he’d be able to handle it - he’d be hesitate when it comes to hitting you with full power, since he didn’t want to kill you by accident

the last he needs is to have your death on his conscience

throughout the entire battle he might still try to convince you that it isn’t too late, that you can return back to jujutsu tech and learn from the best of the best, with a warm roof over your heads and friends you can really rely on 

he’d stand in the way between you and any curse that tries to take you out, making sure that if either of you are to continue living, it’d be you

he’d lay his life down for you, even though he knows you’ve taken many innocent ones while getting to where you are today 

he still has all the love of an older brother, and nothing people say or do will waiver the vow he took when he first held you in his arms - that he was going to protect you no matter what

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

with megumi, i can see why as well - you were abandoned at a young age, growing up watching your father working with all kinds of shady people

so it was natural for you to fall down the same path; since no one was really there to teach you right from wrong 

i feel like megumi might have tried, and he really did try to show you that going down the path your father did was not the best idea - but how much can he do as a young child?

he probably feels more guilty as time goes by - child or not, he was your older brother, he should have tried harder to show you where you could have put that skill

wouldn’t breath a word about your existence to anyone, not because he doesn’t want to be associated with you. it’s more so your name will not be as well known as geto suguru - that maybe, there was a chance that the higher-ups might overlook you and you can sneak back in without causing too much waves

but the entire time, he might harbour all the guilt from not trying hard enough as a child to convince you that going to jujutsu tech was the best way to get stronger and show the zen’in clan that your father wasn’t a ‘waste of an heir’

the first time his friends will even find out you were an actual person is when you would run into them whilst you’re on a job - kill a target your client gave to steal some documents that they view as valuable

you didn’t notice them until you felt someone staring at you, to which you turn to face the person - ready to threaten to scoop their eyeballs out

“oh, hi nii-chan.” you’d greet with a casual grin as he stared at you in shock, nobara and yuji looking between the both of you curiously. “didn’t think i’d see you ever again.”

yuji and nobara might talk to you like you’re a normal person, but they kept their guards up still - something you found amusing, but still answering their question truthfully 

megumi knew better - unfortunately you’re branded as an underground criminal, and if possible, any available sorcerer that bumps into you is to kill you before you accidentally reveal the existence of sorcerers and curses

however, no matter how hard he wills himself, he can’t do it - you’re still his flesh and blood. you may have chosen a path that’s different from his, but deep down you’re still living true to yourself

you’d glance over and see the conflict brewing in his eyes, to which you’d give him a soft smile before you lean over to grab his hand in his, causing him to snap his eyes up at you

“do what you think is right.”

with that you pulled away, and with another wave to the group, you melted into the crowd; somehow managing to disappear before their eyes

both his friends will be confused, looking around for you while he stared down at the hand you had grabbed, a slightly faraway look on his face

he’d probably realise that if anything, you’re living true to yourself and allowing yourself to fly so far ahead that you’ve slowly started to outshine any of them prior to this

and he’d feel weirdly proud, because you were still his baby sister, and you still achieved things that are worth being proud of 

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[saetoru]

[ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 ] 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

gojo satoru—the man who happens to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of his time—feels his knees shake a little from fear. he watches the twist of the doorknob, glances slowly around the kitchen and the mess he’s made, and gulps before sending a little prayer to whoever’s listening. 

it doesn’t take a genius to know he’s in for an earful once you see this mess, but this also means that he might just sleep on the couch. and then that means no cuddles. and then that means he doesn’t sleep well. and then that means he’s sulky. and then that means megumi will make a snide comment at his expense. and overall, he’s not really looking forward to subjecting himself to getting his feelings hurt like this. 

so, in ever so gojo-satoru-fashion, he puts a grin on his face and a pep in his step as he clambers up to you, pressing two wet kisses to your cheeks while he greets you (a bit over-enthusiastically, if you might add.)

“sweetheart! you’re home,” he grins, pressing more kisses along your jaw, “i missed you so much! i was starting to think you were never gonna show up—you’d never run away, right?” 

you raise a brow at his pout, rolling your eyes before letting the smile you’ve been fighting off spread across your lips. with a shake of your head as you snort, you press a soft kiss to his lips—and gojo’s knees are a little wobbly again, but this time for completely different reasons. 

“satoru, i’ve been plotting to run away since the first day we moved in together,” you tease, poking his lips as he pouts again. 

“well, i love me a good chase,” he winks, “i’ll even give you a head start—not that it’ll help, anyway. you’re too slow—ow, that hurt,” he whines dramatically as you swat at his shoulder. 

“no it didn’t,” you chuckle, forehead leaning against his as you smile. it’s soft, a little lopsided from pure glee, a little extra in love today than it was yesterday.

and gojo’s almost forgotten about the mess in the kitchen, almost forgotten about the egg yolk on the ceiling and the salt he’s spilled all over the floor. something about the way you trace over the back of his neck with one hand and cup the apple of his cheek with the other as you pull him in for a sweet, slow kiss makes the thought fly out of his head. 

but then you pull away and turn around. right for the kitchen. right where the mess is. 

“wait! sweetheart, why don’t you go freshen up,” he tries to yank you by the arm, “i’ll order us something, don’t want my baby to have to cook right after a long, exhausting, gruesomely draining mission, now do i—”

“satoru what happened to my kitchen?” you cut him off and ask sharply, making him stiffen. 

gojo satoru is sure that if there is one thing in this world he’s most scared of, it’s your wrath. and right now, something tells him he is about to feel a whole lot of your wrath. 

“i…i was attacked.”

“in the kitchen?” you raise a brow, arms crossing. your hips do a little slant as you glare at him, and if he wasn’t so woeful that this might just mean a one way trip to the couch tonight, he might just grin at how adorable you look. 

“yes,” he nods seriously, “i was just minding my business—as one does in their kitchen—and suddenly, i was attacked! baby, i defended our kitchen with all i had.”

“oh, i see,” you nod slowly, making him gulp as you narrow your eyes. “and the strongest sorcerer was not only snuck up on in our kitchen, but he had to give it his ‘all’ to keep safe.” you look him dead in the eye, and he’s sure if looks alone could kill, his whole lineage would have died three times over by now. “some sorcerer,” you say dryly. 

“now that’s just mean,” he whines, wrapping his arms around you as he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. and even though you want nothing more than to desperately wrap your own arms around him, you stand painfully still—you can’t let him win everything with a sickeningly cute pout and sweet words all the time. “i was blinded by the pain of missing you so bad. it threw me off my game.”

you can’t help but cave, can’t help but let the small grin on your face turn into a large beam, can’t help what starts as a giggle bubbling up your throat turn into soft laughter that rings through your home. and sometimes, when gojo remembers growing up with bare walls and a lonely room and silent dinners, he thinks this is all he needs. pictures hung on every inch of the walls and your clothes strewn his side of the bed and dinners with your laughter in between every bite. 

and when your arms snake around his waist and bring him just a little closer against your body, when your lips find the side of his head and plant a small kiss through a smile, when the sound of your voice meets his ear in a soft hum, the old memories fade just a little more with every new moment you gift him. 

so he hugs you tighter, grins when your hand threads through his hair as he presses a little kiss to your neck. because the kitchen is messy and you’re tired and he’s not got dinner started yet, but your heart is full and his arms are safe and the apartment isn’t cold. 

and that’s enough. 

“you better clean my kitchen as valiantly as you defended it,” you warn, poking his shoulder. he huffs, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck deeper. he can smell the faint smell of your soap, and it’s the same scent he’s used to, it never changes and he hopes it never does.

“don’t you wanna help?” he pokes your hip, “i was all alone when i fought for our kitchen.”

“nope,” you grin, “i’ll let you take care of it. and while you’re at it, go ahead and order out like you said—you’re paying.” and after a kiss to his temple, you pull away with a cheeky little grin and leave him there in the hallway. and he smiles, stares at the pictures on the walls and the shoes at the doorway, and sighs happily at the way the apartment is never lonely. not with you. 

“looks like i’m not sleeping on the couch,” he mumbles to himself in victory. 

“i wouldn’t be so sure,” you call from the bedroom, and almost like you know he’s pouting once more, the sound of your giggle rings through your home.

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[chil2de]

so this is actually a rewrite of megumi’s piece from this post - i caught up on the manga a month ago and realised his headcanons made no sense. here’s that, plus toji, gojo and naoya.

read my disclaimer! this is a nsfw post. gojo’s piece mentions cervix kisses for abt a line and naoya is.. extremely degrading and yes, misogynistic as aforementioned. enjoy!

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megumi

- ok here we go again LMFAO

- the thing that would piss megumi off?

- probably your existence….

- ahah okay real talk, i think that he’d get extremely irritated over the fact that he realises he has feelings for you. it just pisses him off to no end, especially with your high morale, cheerful personality and all. he just doesn’t get it. who the hell are you smiling for? how can you be so happy and bubbly all the time? it doesn’t make sense to him.

“don’t do it.”

his voice is icy cool, with a certain crisp edge of calmness. he seems to be on the verge of fury, though his tone doesn’t plead much of a case to let you know his real emotions.

“don’t act like you’re better than me.”

megumi hisses into your ear, his rich and husky tone vibrates against the shell of your delicate skin. you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

“head held high, strutting around like a good girl.”

you only whimper and whine as megumi slides his warm and thick cock against the hood of your pussy.

“if only everyone saw you now, heard you begging and calling my name. funny, isn’t it? how people are so quick to change”

toji

- why do i feel inappropriate putting his piece next to megumi’s LMFAO

- if you came back home late with another man’s scent on you, even if you didn’t do it on purpose he’s hella stingy about it, his nose is so sensitive and he’s just like,

- what the fuck is that on you?

there’s a loud crack that rips from your spine. it’s just the tension cracking out of the joints, but it doesn’t halt the fact that you can feel toji’s heartbeat hammering against your back. his fingertips dig and scrape into your scalp, yanking back your hair until your head leans back to stare at him upside down.

his cock angles deeper inside you, slipping past your cervix and abusing your a-spot. every slam of his hips sends white fuzz clearing the corner of your vision.

“you smell like fucking shit. it’s disgusting.”

“but at this point- i’m sure you enjoy hearing that. ain’t that right?”

you attempt to hiss an exhale from your swollen parted lips, but it only sends further distaste on toji’s features.

“fucking useless. can’t even talk right.” he scoffs, throwing your head back to its original position. instead, he leans his body down to tower over you. his scarred lips ghost over your ear.

“pull a stunt like this again and you’re out on the streets.”

gojo

- u were flirting with his best friend LMFAO dig your grave pls

- satoru please stop cursing

“so? was it nice? did it make you feel seen?”

“make you feel like a high schooler again? to have a guy swooning at your feet?”

“fuck you. grow the fuck up. what the fuck? my best fr- getou? are you shitting me?”

gojo presses your figure down into the mattress. there’s no way he can gather the nerves to look at your face right now. your moans muffle into the sheets, saliva and drool drenching them clear. there’s a few ruffles of feathers from where you bit down the pillows too hard.

“unbelievable. can’t leave you alone with a guy for less than a day without you tryna hop on his dick.”

“that desperate, love? am i not good enough for you anymore?” he laughs bitterly, cock kissing the depths of your cervix.

“no, of course i’m good for you. i’m too good for you. you’re just a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

naoya

- you lol

“ah-ah. toys don’t get to sob about when they wanna cum.” naoya grabs ahold of your collar, dipping his index into the leather before yanking you forwards. you’re left sputtering and wheezing a bit when the fabric kisses your airways.

“shut the fuck up. you’re gonna lay there and take my dick like a little bitch in heat. that’s what you do best, isn’t it? being my little cocksleeve?”

he flashes you a smirk, eyes blown wide with arrogance before letting your head fall back. naoya ruthlessly flicks your oversensitive clit, sending your body in trembles.

“you’re real cute if you still think you have any worth to your name. you belong to me, (y/n).”

“my precious little doll.”

[lordkilluazoldyck]

summary: established relationship with gojo. it was originally meant to be about him comforting you but then it just kinda went into a little relationship blurb. dunno, it’s kinda cute.

warnings: INSECURITY ABOUT BEING CHUBBY! reader is upset and insecure about their weight! triggering statements remembered from a past relationship. I gave gojo a God complex for funsies. He doesn’t actually have a God complex pls don’t attack me

author’s note: you’re all beautiful babies! this was written out of my own insecurities! being /fat/ doesn’t mean you’re not gorgeous! i love all of you and you’re all sexy as hell. also this sat in the drafts since it sucks. i tried to doctor it but idk. enjoy!!

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Your eyes watered as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Memories of your long gone ex boyfriend resurfaced as you poked at the cellulite on your thick thighs. His harsh words rang in your ears as your reflection broke you.

“You’re so fat it’s disgusting.”

“Nobody would ever want to be with you.”

“Maybe if you lost weight I’d be more interested.”

You knew those things weren’t true, and he was long replaced by your loving Gojo, so why were these intrusive thoughts making you so upset?

Gojo opened the door, happily greeting you with a bag in hand, probably a souvenir from his work trip today.

“Baby! You gotta see these pictures of Megumi! And some kid might be Sukuna’s vessel! You should’ve seen-“ he cut himself off after seeing your tear stained cheeks.

He dropped his bag onto the bed and rushed over to your spot on the floor. In one motion he thumbed away your tears and took off his blindfold, revealing his deeply concerned gaze. Gojo knew you’d find comfort in his ocean eyes.

He took your hands in his.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His words were almost a whisper.

When you didn’t answer, and simply looked away, he persisted.

“No, baby girl. Look at me.” He lifted your head to meet your gaze. “Tell me why you’re upset. Please,”

You finally gave in with a huff. “I need to work out more.”

He looked at you with an amused expression.

“And why is that?”

You sighed deeply.

“Because I’m fat, Gojo.”

His gaze and voice softened. “What?”

You shrugged and looked away again.

“Come here, baby.” Gojo patted his lap.

You complied reluctantly, physically hesitant to sit on his lap in fear of breaking him. But, you knew he’d persist so you eased your way onto his thighs anyway.

You sat perched on Gojo’s lap in front of the mirror exactly as he asked.

“Thank you.” He whispered into your hair. He placed one hand on your thigh, the other on your stomach and rested his head on your shoulder. “You’re a Goddess, and this is your throne.”

You half smiled at that.

“You’re perfect in every way, and I find every part of you to be stunning. I’m not lying when I say you’re my ideal woman, baby.” He began moving his hands all over your body, where you felt most insecure. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You smiled a bit at that. “You really think so?”

Gojo chuckled. “Yeah, baby!” He pulled you tighter to him as he began to tell you about his day. He was desperate to get your mind away from those dark thoughts, and he knew he could get you to laugh.

“Megumi really took it tough, huh?” You said as he showed you the pictures. “He’s a good kid, Gojo.”

Gojo grinned. “I know!” he grew a bit serious and continued, “He asked me to save Sukuna’s vessel. I’m not sure if I can.”

You had turned to straddle him by that point. His hands caressed your thighs as he spoke.

“You’re Gojo. You could do anything, love.” you smiled proudly at him.

He chuckled and kissed you lightly.

“Don’t ever be insecure baby, especially not around me. I love everything about you.” He kissed you again, “I’m always here to make you feel beautiful.”

You smiled. “Thank you so much.”

After a bit of silence, you continued. “Is there anyway I can help save Sukuna’s vessel for Megumi?”

Gojo smiled. “A God and his Goddess. Who wouldn’t listen to us?”

[handshakesake]

🔥FIRST IMPRESSIONS🔥

PART #2

@vergol I didn’t forget uuuuu ✨

(there will be another part - pure smut in the next one- and then this will transion to the next phase, DUALITY which is gonna be pretty obscene aha I’m a sinner)

/// WARNINGS: nsfw, reckless driving, forced touching, mentions of alcohol (Yuji’s aged up obviously, 21+) ///

Breakfast was quiet, you both felt off. There was a tension that felt like it could snap and drop a piano on you, but it didn’t stop you from speaking up, catching Yuji off guard.

“I’m not afraid of him. Or of you. In fact, as far as I’m concerned he acts like a glorified house cat with a bad attitude.” Your words must’ve irked the curse within Yuji as a mouth split across his cheek and howled at her about being a “stupid bitch” amongst other insults. Yuji turned a little red, both embarrassed and furious, but you let out a laugh and shook your head.

“Yeah, yeah. I think the big bad curse is pissy because we’re going to be surrounded by sorcerers tonight. And here I thought he’d be excited to be in the same room as Megumi.” You drawled, twirling your fork in your hand as the mouth on Yuji’s cheek sealed and his brown eyes harder with frustration.

“You shouldn’t be pushing his buttons like that.” Yuji took a bite of his breakfast, pouting while you rolled your eyes and took a slow sip of your coffee.

There were lots of people present for Fushiguro’s commandment ceremony, dressed to the nines and on their best behavior. Yuji kept fidgeting with his tie uncomfortably, prompting an occasional scolding from either you or Gojo.

“It’s just for a few hours, you’re not gonna strangle yourself with it.” You mutter, brushing off the skirt of your dress and straightening up to find he was still messing with his tie.

“I’ve never liked these things.” Yuji sighed, but it seemed like the clothes weren’t what was bothering him.

“Behave yourself.” He whispered under his breath to the curse within, earning a worried glance from you out of the corner of your eye.

It hadn’t crossed your mind to reconsider Yuji driving you two back to your apartment from the celebration, especially since you and Nobara had had a glass too many of Sake at the event. Nothing compared to the brazen irresponsibility of Gojo, poor Nanami....With a bit of a fuzzy head, you hadn’t noticed the slight twitch in Yuji’s fingers as he put the keys in the ignition, and you didn’t think you should have worried. The radio hummed quietly as Itadori navigated the winding road in the dark, eyes fixated forward without a word, still in the mood you had hoped he’d shake off seeing friends. Suddenly, his hand slid against your thigh and squeezed, gently at first, but a sharp pinch caused you to shift in your seat a bit. He squeezed harder, pulling your legs apart a little and you hissed, looking down to see claws sinking into your stockings, tearing them.

“Ita...dori?” A throaty chuckle caused your head to snap in his direction and the marked face and wicked grin set your jaw.

“Wrong~” Sukuna spoke in a sing-song voice, foot pressing gradually on the car’s accelerator as he continued to talk with his hand sliding further between your legs.

“I’ve been wondering what these machines were like to operate. Quite thrilling, let’s see how fast we can go. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” He punctuated the statement with a cackle, opting for tearing you out of your seatbelt and right into his lap.

“No, it doesn’t sound fun! You don’t even know how to drive, pull over!” You snarl confidently, pulling at his hair and squirming as he slammed his foot all the way down and the vehicle lurched forward.

“Of course I do, did you forget who you’re speaking to, pet?” He was unconcerned as you clawed at him, free hand groping at your chest while his mouth pressed against your ear and growled.

“You said you weren’t scared of me, so let’s have a little fun. Tonight’s been so booooring~” The car whipped around another corner and you were pressed more into him from the force of gravity, convenient to his touches.

“How is this fun?!” You spat back, whining when he dug his claws into your breast and rolled it in his palm.

“I can smell the adrenaline in your blood, you’re turning out to be as crazy as the brat and I. You’re enjoying this as much as I am, doll.” Emphasizing his deduction, he buried his nose in your hair for a moment and inhaled, before letting out a viciously erotic groan from the pit of his chest. Then, in perfect fashion, he slammed on the car's brakes and turned the wheel, skidding it to one side before it stopped and you let out a relieved breath.

“I’m not your fucking doll!” You roar, fighting him harder, flailing and punching at him to no avail. He dwarfed you in size and strength, forcing you to turn in his lap and look him in the eyes.

“I can have whatever I want, you get no say in the matter.” So nonchalant, so confident, four eyes hypnotic enough you didn’t notice his fingers sneaking under your skirt until they swiped once over your panties and you gasped. The moment your mouth opened his tongue was in, obscene and messy, no sense for boundaries. Just as he was about to push your panties aside he went still for a moment, then continued a bit more timid than before, but still desperate.

“She’s mine, not yours!” Yuji’s voice growled against your lips, then his tongue was dancing with yours again angrily. The car windows were fogging up, but he was glad rural roads were less traveled at night, he needed to blow off steam too.

[electr4-st4r]

Stay A Little Longer (Itadori Yuuji x Reader)

Word Count: 1,807 words

Summary: Itadori somehow convinces you to have a movie night, but you fall asleep in the middle of it and late night shenanigans ensues.

Warnings: Aside from falling asleep in the same bed by accident and being super close to one another, not much to be warned of. Beware if you fear intimacy, I guess?

A/N: This ended up being so much longer than I was going for, but I love Itadori with all my heart. I have plans for “short” fic for Megumi and a little piece for Gojo so hopefully if I make progress on my homework, I can get to that. Enjoy!

Itadori was going to be the death of you. You knew from the moment he had waltzed into your life that he would make a difference. You knew you couldn’t come out of it without change. You would never be the same after him.

Slowly but surely, Itadori broke down your walls, encouraged you to push your limits, and somehow managed to convince you to do things you never dreamed of.

Which is how you find yourself in your current predicament.

The circumstances were innocent enough: it was only meant to be a simple movie night. Fushiguro and Kugisaki had also been invited, but both of them declined, something about not wanting to intrude. You would have turned down the offer as well, but something about the passion in Itadori’s eyes as he rambled on and on about those cheesy movies made you hold your tongue. Maybe he knew the effect he had on you, but you weren’t sure Itadori was the type to manipulate you into doing what he wanted; you’ve experienced enough of that in your life to tell. What could go wrong? It was innocent enough.

Of course, you would eat those words eventually.

The clock had barely struck eight when you arrived at Itadori’s dorm. Polite commentary was nervously exchanged before Itadori ushered you to his bed where you two settled. Throughout the course of the first movie, the both of you would brush against the other’s shoulder, causing you to collectively jump out of your skins. After the fifth time, you both accepted that it was the price to pay for the tiny bed you two attempted to share. As the night dragged on, you two found yourself slowly reclining until you were lying down. It had been much more comfortable than sitting up, which is why you must’ve fallen asleep shortly after because by the time you wake up, a new movie drones on in the background.

With the only light being the blue glow of the screen and the faint streams of moonlight that pour in through the window, you find yourself opening your phone, which informs you it is half past two in the morning. Grogginess still eats at your consciousness and you’re tempted to close your eyes once again and sleep when you suddenly feel a weight wrapped around you.

Panic shakes you awake and you force your eyes to adjust to your surroundings, only to be met with the shape of Itadori’s sleeping figure.

He takes your breath away sometimes, without even trying. Your limbs are entangled and his arms are wrapped securely around your body. Heat begins to form on your cheeks as you realize how close he is to your face. You can make out the two marks on his cheeks and you resist the urge to reach out and touch them.

Reality doesn’t allow you the time to indulge in his glory. It firmly reminds you of your situation and the possible consequences if you were to be found by one of the adults. Sure, you weren’t a goodie goodie that always followed the rules, but you didn’t know what was worse: having to deal with Yaga-san or Gojo (as sad as it was, you would pick the latter). A minute or two passes before you can psych yourself up to move. You do everything in your power to prevent waking up Itadori as you begin to maneuver out of his arms.

The grip around you tightens suddenly and you hold back a grasp as you come face to face with Itadori, “Where are you going?”

“It’s late,” You know he can’t see your blush in the dark, but you instinctively look away, “I should get back to my room.”

“Stay,” Itadori yawns.

A smile breaks out across your face and you laugh to yourself, “You must be half asleep, Itadori-san.”

“What are you talking about? I’m totally awake right now,” He says and despite the fact that you can’t see his face well, you can tell he’s sporting a toothy grin. You reach out and grab a handful of his cheeks, giving each a little pinch, “Ouch! Quit it! I’m seriously awake!”

His eyes flutter open and his face contorts into a slight grimace. Pouting does little to deter you and fits of giggles bubble up from your chest before you can stop them. Itadori’s frown never stood a chance against your laughter. The moment he heard your beautiful voice, he joins you. When you finally calm yourself, you can’t help but run a finger over each of his marks.

Sometimes, you can’t believe Itadori’s luck. How could someone as sweet as Itadori be harboring one of the worst cursed spirits in history? Even as you gaze at him, he was all you could see.

“What are we doing, Itadori-san?”

He only smiles at you, “Looks like a mix between cuddling and twister.”

“No, I mean,” You take a breath, hoping the fresh air would prepare you for the leap you were about to take, “What are we?”

“Us?” Itadori squawks. For a moment, he pulls away from your grip and looks around at the room. You could practically see the wheels turning in his brains. He speaks slowly when he gives you the answer, “We’re friends.”

A direct hit. You can’t deny that you walked into that. What were you expecting him to say? It isn’t as if he would just suddenly confess to you. The heat returns, but it is no longer the giddy warmth that had engulfed you moments before. Instead it was the burn of embarrassment that begged you to pull away, distance yourself, pretend that nothing happened. But Itadori does not allow you to get up. He holds you in place and coaxes you to look back at him. Once he has your attention, he continues.

“Would I want to be something more? Absolutely. But only if that’s what you want,” Itadori leans closer and looks you in the eyes, “Why’d you look so worried? You should know I like you! Everyone knows it!”

You smack him in the chest, “I didn’t know!”

“Well now I’m telling you,” Itadori says a matter-of-factly. He scoots even closer, close enough for your foreheads to touch and holds your gaze, “We don’t get to choose when we die…”

“You’re confessing to me and you’re going to bring up death?” You joke, but the nervousness prevails in your voice.

“Let me finish!” Itadori groans, gaining a silent nod from you, “I don’t know when I’m going to die. I’m not strong enough currently to get to choose when and how I’ll die. And that scares me sometimes.”

The desperation in his voice pains you. You can only imagine the pressure he must be dealing with. How it must’ve felt to suddenly be thrusted into this lifestyle. Your upbringing wasn’t the easiest; no jujutsu sorcerer has a happy childhood and ends up in this line of work. But while you had your entire life to cope and adjust, Itadori has had to experience all of it within a matter of months. You wish to comfort him in some way and the only solution you can muster is to pull him closer and nudge him. He seems to appreciate the gesture as a smile breaks out across his face.

“There are times when I think… ‘if I’m going to die, I should take advantage of life: go places, do things, maybe pick up a girl or two along the way.’”

You aren’t really the jealous type, but the thought of another girl at Itadori’s side makes you squirm. Itadori instantly scolds you, “Hey, let me finish before you go upsetting yourself.”

“I’m not upset,” You mutter dismissively.

“Yeah, yeah, sure you aren’t,” Itadori laughs, waiting for you to look back at him before he goes on, “But when I look at you, all of that goes away and it’s just… you. I want nothing else but you.”

Then you are both staring at each other. It’s quiet, the only sound disturbing the air being the crickets chirping outside. Itadori looks down at your lips and back up at you.

“Can I kiss you now?”

You must have been grinning like an idiot, but you didn’t care. Happiness was bubbling out of you and you could hardly contain it, “What are you waiting for?”

This definitely wasn’t your first kiss, but you hoped it’d be your last for nothing compared to it. There were no fireworks or butterflies in your stomach. In fact, the kiss didn’t invoke any sort of bodily reaction on your part. And yet, it felt as if the world was standing still. The only thing that you could feel, think of, mattered was Itadori.

You didn’t think that the two of you could possibly get any closer, but Itadori found a way to draw you further into him. It felt right, as if you were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally come together. He places his hands on the back of your neck and waist, almost as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, you’ll float away. Had it not been for the need for air, there is no doubt you would have stayed that way, but you come up for air, gazing back at him in a mixture of shock and glee.

When Itadori quells his uneven breathing, he speaks, “To answer your question, I’ll be whatever you want me to be: a friend, a lover, a toy. Second option sounds pretty good, but I won’t push my luck,” The joke earns him a playful smack to the chest, but he has no complaints. He’s swimming in you and nothing could make him happier, “As long as I get to be by your side.”

You pretend to give it some thought. When you receive an unimpressed groan, you pull him closer, “I like the sound of ‘lovers’, lovers sounds nice.”

“Lovers it is,” Itadori hums.

Silence returns and you both willingly sit in it, the atmosphere you had created being too comfortable to entertain any discomfort. You feel safe, for once in your life. It had been a while since you felt this way, but you’re glad it’s with Itadori.

The quiet goes on for too long and you attempt to make your escape.

“As sweet as your little speech was,” You say as you begin to pry yourself out of his grasp so that you can sit up, “I should go back to my room,”

“No!” Itadori pulls you back down and you let out a tiny shrill of surprise. Pressure remains wrapped around you and even after you struggle for a bit, you know you can’t beat Itadori and his ungodly strength, “Stay a little longer?”

You smile, “I’d stay forever if you asked me.”

[miyaniacs]

Dämmerlicht - Megumi x gn!reader / Angst

Wortzahl: 1867

Warnung: angst

Charakter: Megumi Fushiguro  x gender neutral reader

A/n: heeeyyy, this is the second one shot i wrote for the collab, all parts can be read separately, so you can choose your favorite, yet we’d appreciate it if you’d read the other parts too 

Masterlist

Megumi looks at Itadori and rolls his eyes annoyed . “You already forced me to come with you, so please stop being annoying.” He sighs. “Oh come on Meguuu don’t be a grandpa.” Nobara teases and places a glass in front of him. “Here drink.”

“... and then he forced me to watch movies. The worst kind of movies. Some were good but still - what is his taste in movies? Why does he even know some of them?” Itadori complains for what seems 100 time about that time Gojo made him watch movies as a form of training. Megumi doesn’t listen, he’s actually thinking about leaving when the door opens again and his whole world crashes.

Megumi drops the glass he’s holding in his hand, spilling his drink over the table.

“WTF MEGUMI?!” Nobara shrikes. “Huh? Where are you looking at?” She continues as soon as she realized that said man wasn't even paying attention to her, instead he’s looking at the couple who just entered the bar.

Your face looks exactly as he remembers. Sure, more grown up now, yet your typical beautiful features remain the same. The same face that still hunts his dreams. Those dreams he never wants to wake up from, because the second he does, all the guilt and regret fills his heart again. The regret of leaving you behind, not telling you where he went, simply leaving without even telling you he does.

That day, you waited for him at your usual spot, under that big apple tree you two first met when you were still kids. You waited for him, and waited and waited, only when it got dark, you made your way back home. The following days, you still waited for him, your parents told you that he left, yet you didn’t believe it, he would never leave you behind, without saying goodbye. He would never, right? After two weeks, the realization that he in fact left you, hit you - and it hit you hard. Didn’t you mean anything to

him? Why did he leave you behind? Why didn’t he tell you where he went? Didn’t he want to see you again? All those thoughts filled your head that time and made you leave too. He wouldn’t leave you just like that, something must have happened, he was probably in danger and needed your help!

And so your journey began, your journey to find your best friend, your childhood crush, your soulmate - or so you thought.

During your journey, you talked to a man, a man that wasn’t really a man. He told you about curses and sorcerers. He also told you that he knew a man named Megumi and that he can show you where he lives. Excited and naive to finally see your true love again, you agreed and left the bar with that man. You followed him for a few minutes , the streets became darker and the people on them less and less. Something felt sketchy, your assumption became a fact when the man turned around with a creepy smile on your face and a knife in his hand. He aimed for you, the words he said still echoed in your head until now : “Not everyone who looks human is actually a human.” And with that he collapsed dead in front of you. Behind him stood another man, with dark hair and an emotionless expression on his face. His black eyes fixed at yours, when he said: “I don’t know the person you’re looking for, but I think I know where you can find him.”

And that’s how you met Choso, the curse/human that helped you find Megumi.

That was months ago, you haven’t approached Megumi, he had his new life, a life he chooses to live without you and he seems happy about it. You expected to feel pain, but there was nothing left. No positive emotions are left for Megumi, you realized that you just imagined them, that you wanted to still feel them, so your journey would have a reason. Instead you realized something else - You’re relieved, relieved to finally be free from the thought that he was your soulmate, that you needed him to be happy in your life. At the same Moment you realized that you’ve found your happiness weeks ago, the exact moment Choso came into your life.

And so your life with Choso began.

Here you are now, in the bar, the same bar Megumi was.

Megumi still couldn’t believe his eyes.

He left you. He left you so you’d be safe- so you wouldn’t know about this world.

Yet here you are, in a bar, meant for curses, humans and sorcerers.

Was it meant to be? Meant to be that you found out about this world so you two met again? Or was it simply so he had to suffer even more? Suffer for seeing his true love with another man? His heart arched at the thought of you being with another man.

“Meguuumiiiiiiiiii?” Nobara waves her hand in front of his face. Without answering her, he gets up and walks to the table you and Choso sat down.

“FINE IGNORE US!” Nobara huffs and crosses her arms over her chest, while Itadori blinks and looks confused at Megumi.

“Y/n.” Megumis voice isn’t more than a whisper. It felt strange to say your name again.

“Oh hi.” You say and look up at him, while sipping at your drink.

“What .. what are you doing here?” He whispers.

“Uhm... I’m here with my boyfriend getting a drink, what about you?”You smile.

You looked the same yes, yet you aren’t the same y/n anymore. Your cheerful voice, that you used whenever you talked to him, gone. It was as if you were talking to a stranger and in reality he wasn’t anything more to you than a stranger. He didn’t want you in your life anymore, so why should you welcome him in yours now.

“Boyfriend?” He looks between you and the other male.

“Yes, Megumi, this is Choso, Choso.... well you already know who he is.” You laugh.

“Hey there buddy.” Choso smirks.

“Hey.” Megumi says coldly.

This can’t be real, he wanted to save you, wanted you to live a happy life, with someone normal.

And now you’re here, introducing your boyfriend, who isn’t fully human. He was naive enough to think you’d be there for him forever that you’re still waiting for him at the tree, after all those years, that you’d still want him. In his dreams you’re sitting under the tree. He calls your name and you look up to find the source of the voice. Your eyes light up the second they meet his, a big smile forms on your face and you bet up, taking a few shaky steps, before you start running towards him, jumping into his arms, wrapping your legs around him, burying your face into his neck. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you as close as possible, your eyes lock again and he moves closer until his lips connect with yours, after a few seconds you whisper a soft:”I love you so much Megumi, please never leave me.” And he would never leave you again.

“How?” He stutters.

“Well... they were so desperate to find you, that they almost got killed -“ Choso began.

“KILLED ?! What were you thinking?! I left you for a reason!” Megumis blood was boiling. He wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself. With leaving you, he just put you in danger, you could have been dead, because of him.

“Well... you really thought I’d just accept you leaving me behind? Without saying something? Or leaving a note? And here I thought that you knew me.” You laugh bitterly.

“I - I did this for you...” he muttered and looks at you with glassy eyes.

“For me?” You raise your eyebrows and laugh. “I loved you Megumi and you left me behind- I thought you were in danger, because I couldn’t live with the thought of not meaning anything to you.”

“You love me?” He stutters. His world crashed. You love him too? He meant as much to you as you did to him?

“Nope, loved. Note the past tense, they love - present tense- me now.” Chroso corrects him.

“What do you want Megumi? I’m over this now, we can still be friends if that’s what you want, now that I know about your little secret.”

Friends.

Megumi doesn’t want to fully lose you again, the second he left you behind he felt as if he ripped something out of his heart, he knew something was missing and no one could ever fill this hole, no one except you.

But the thought of only being friends with you, while seeing you happy with another man, or whatever this thing was , could he really do that?

“No... sorry I still love you too much.” He whispers, his voice breaking at the end.

“Well... too late now.” You say coldly, “if you ever change your mind again, I still got the same number.”

“I - I hope you’ll have a good life.”

Quickly he turns around and hurries to the exit. He can’t let you see his tears.

“Me- Nobara, let’s go!” Itadori grabs her hand and drags her out of the bar, ignoring her protests.

“Megumi?” Itadori awkwardly places a hand on Megumis shaking shoulder.

“Leave.” His voice shakes.

“No we won’t. Who were they?” Nobara says gently and sits down next to him.

“No one.”

“Clearly they are someone.” Itadori sits down on the other side.

“They’ve been my childhood friend and that’s it.” Megumi says and gets up, “ but they are none of your business nor are they any of mine... at least not anymore.” He whispers the last part and walks away. Itadori tried to follow him, but Nobara holds him back, “No, leave him alone.”

Megumi keeps walking and walking. The hole in his heart gets bigger and bigger, all the thoughts and emotions behind a wall, come back all at once. He couldn’t do it again, he can’t leave you again, not that he now had you back in his life, even though it was just for a few seconds.

I ... I could still become their best friend again... I could still support them, without keeping secrets now that they know about all of this mess he calls his life. He... could maybe even hold her in his arms again, while you cry because... because your boyfriend broke up with you... and he could maybe... hope that you get your feelings back...

Yes he will wait for you, he will stay at your side and wait for the moment you realize that he is the one you truly love, that he is the only man you need.

He will wait, even if that means that in the end he’ll die alone.

So he takes out his phone and tries to make his plan work out.

“ I changed my mind, let me be the best friend that you deserve, please give me a chance and make it up to you.”

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