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tender-rosiey · 4 months

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i need more dad!gojo pls 😔🙏🏼

sulking — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: there was an anon that requested this scenario specifically but for some reason I genuinely can't find their ask so anon if you see this, i hope you will like it! <3

“s/n! get your tiny naked butt over here!”

your son squeals as he waddles away from his chasing dad and goes towards you, “mama!”

“yes, honey?” you reply, before turning towards your son and finding him all naked. at least, he didn’t escape from the tub, since he is still dry.

you giggle and pick him up, “what are you doing you little trouble maker?”

he kicks his feet and points upstairs, “pa!”

“oh, you’re escaping from papa?”

your son nods eagerly, looking around for any sign of said man.

“found you!”

your son squeals and hides his face in the crook of your neck. you pet his hair and look towards your husband who is…also butt-naked. you sigh, “satoru, at least wear your boxers before you chase the kid.”

“aw come on, wifey; it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he smirks, leaning towards you and lovingly kissing your cheek, “plus you deserve a show every once in a while.”

you pinch his nose, making him abruptly pull back with a pout, “if you want to give me a show, don’t do it in front of our son, you over-grown pack of hershey’s.”

“do you mean the cookies and cream one?” satoru says, eyes shining at the mention of one of his favorite snacks.

“yes, and I hate it.”

he gasps audibly, before taking s/n from your arms and into his own, “let’s go, s/n! we shall not tolerate mom’s slander for the hershey’s again!”

and so your husband marches back with his (still butt-naked) son to the bathroom.

satoru sets s/n on the sink, and looks down at the tub, “hey, at least the bathtub is full now,” he puts his hand in the water, “and it isn’t too cold for your small butt.”

s/n gives satoru his angriest look, before looking away with a huff.

satoru chuckles before tickling him, “you’re so cute,” s/n breaks character and starts giggling, and satoru starts cooing, “you act like your mama when I annoy her.”

satoru swiftly picks him up in one arm and points at the stash of bath bombs, “which one do you want to use?” he walks towards the box, and s/n instantly holds it with his strong hands.

satoru laughs, “oh you want all?”

s/n doesn’t respond. instead, he aggressively pulls the box towards him, luckily, satoru is able to hold it in his other hand before it fell.

he looks at his son with a pout, “you were going to create a mess, little guy.”

“mess!” your son claps and your husband can’t find it in him to scold him.

so your husband joins in on his chaos and raises him up high, “yes, big mess!”

your son squeals, reaching for his dad’s cheeks. then he starts rubbing his face on satoru’s the moment he is low enough to reach him.

he starts biting satoru’s cheeks and screams, “love you, baby!”

“love you too, my little buttered cookie,” satoru coos, unfazed by the baby eating him alive. he doesn’t let him linger though as he pulls him off his face, “time for a bath, stinky.”

s/n frowns and tries smacking satoru, but your husband quickly gets into the bath. the moment s/n touched the water, he started clapping and trying to dive deeper into the water.

satoru held him just above the water so he doesn’t fall into the bathbomb-filled water, “nuh-uh, you’re not going to fall face first into the water,” satoru spins s/n so he can settle him into the bath butt-first.

s/n wastes no time in playing with the soap foam and starts splashing everywhere.

your son is sat on the stair of the bathtub—a huge bathtub by the way, satoru specifically ordered this one for other activities though. s/n is beyond the moon and almost treats the little stair like his throne.

your husband can’t stop smiling, to the point his face starts aching, and he starts using the bubbles to form two little cat ears on s/n’s head.

your son’s curiously keeps trying to look up, but starts huffing when he can’t see the top of his head.

satoru then decides that the best solution is—“y/nnnnn! can you come over here with a camera?”

“okayyyy!” he hears you yell and shifts his attention to s/n to keep him entertained until you appear.

he leans down a little, exposing the top of his own head to his son and challenges him, “do your worst.”

your son’s—clearly inherited—competitive nature fuels him into gathering as much as bubbles as he can to place it on his dad’s head.

after that, he starts diligently molding the foam into the shape he had in mind. satoru just keeps on humming quietly, letting s/n do his magic.

once s/n finishes, he retracts his hand and clumsily mimics his dad’s proud pose, and satoru feels happier and happier as he spends time of his little ball of joy.

caught up in his emotions, he picks up s/n to hug him, but s/n slips from satoru’s grasp and into the water.

your husband is panicked right away, hands frantically searching and splashing around to get hold onto anything of his son.

he has half a mind to blast all the water away, but quickly decides against it, especially when he hears a “boo!” behind him.

your husband turns to s/n, who is giggling at finally getting to his father, and hugs him tightly, “papa’s sorry he dropped you, s/n.”

s/n, ever the empath, starts imitating what he see you and satoru do when the other is sad: he starts patting his dad’s back with a murmur of “’s ‘kay.”

satoru thinks he is going to sob right then and there, but you finally enter the bathroom, and satoru and s/n quickly perk up at your presence.

“mama!”

“wifey!” satoru grins and starts scrambling to make a new pair of cat ears on s/n.

and so you’re met with one of the cutest sights of your baby that you have ever seen. he is beaming with a smile so contagious that you don’t even notice one being instantly on your face.

he is also sporting a pair of bubble cat ears, so, of course, you get out your phone and start snapping away.

“s/n, look at mama!”

“yay!”

after a couple of photos, you hear someone clear his throat, and you look to your side to see a very pouty satoru. he huffs and looks away from you, “imagine ignoring the love of your life for a small mochi.”

“we made this small mochi, ‘toru.”

“exactly!” he declares then locks eyes with you, “that means I am the original and I should be appreciated more, anyway—what do you think of his cat ears?”

your husband’s tone switches almost instantly and starts fangirling about s/n, taking him into his arms and lightly bouncing him on knee, “he is so cute! almost as cute as me, right?!”

“you’re so right! he is the cutest cutie to ever exist!” you coo, arms reaching out to s/n, and your son throws himself into your arms with no hesitation.

you secure in your hold before chuckling, “you’re mama’s cute boy, right?”

you feel satoru stare daggers at your soul, but ignore him for the time being, “did you actually shower or do anything to clean, s/n? you smell stinky.”

your son frowns at that and buries his face in your shoulder to sulk. you stifle a giggle and question your husband about something that has been on your mind since you entered, “also, satoru—“

he perks up.

“—what is that blob of bubbles on your head supposed to be?”

and that, my friend, is how you got stuck in the bathtub with your two boys, each burying their face into your shoulders and—you guessed it—sulking.

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thebimbopalace · 8 days

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ᡣ 𐭩 blurb: with your ‘lover’ going out of town on business, he leaves you under the watchful eye of his most trusted hitman toji fushiguro — who grinds your gears.

wc: 1.1k

ᡣ 𐭩 tags: mafia au, hitman!toji fushiguro x fem!reader, foul language, feminine pet names, allusions to sëxual encounters, reader's ‘lover’ referred to as ‘wallet’

authors note: inspired by a scene from the film scarface.

“fushiguro, make sure this girl is taken care of while i'm gone,” your ‘lovers’ scratchy voice instructs the man cloaked in black before you both. the man gives a curt nod to his boss as he stands straight with his hands clasped behind his back.

as you sit there, bored, your wallet comes over and gives a chaste kiss on your jawline as he warns you to behave while he’s gone for the next few days. you give him your signature sweet fake smile as he walks out the double oak doors leaving you and the dark-haired hitman alone.

silence. silence envelopes you both along with that tension. it seems nonexistent to the naked eye but, you and toji know all too well that this sexual tension is anything but new. that doesn’t stop you from ignoring his obvious hungry stares while scanning your body.

you stand from your seat bending down and fixing the strap of your saint-laurent heel before straightening your posture. “if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to retire for the night,” you speak politely to the man before you, wanting to get out of this stuffy tension-infested office.

“that’s so? alone?” toji teases with that stupid smirk gracing his oddly plump lips. you lock eyes with him, not breaking away from his irises. “well yes, who else would i bring to my bed?” you inquired knowing where this was going. the question you just asked opened the door for toji.

and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t walk through it.

“you’re lookin’ at ‘em,” and there it is. right on cue. you can’t even sneeze without this man making some kind of pass at you. not to say that you aren’t flattered. you recognize that toji is an attractive man. scratch that, a very attractive man. but, with you fucking his boss that means you’re basically off-limits to anyone. even to the infamous toji fushiguro.

“don’t get the wrong idea fushiguro,” the snark evident in your tone. a stark contrast to your modest demeanor towards your wallet's subordinates. toji doesn't flinch at the, dare he say, bitchy tone in your voice. this is expected from you. so predictable, so easy to tease. “call me toji, pretty girl,” toji drawls, that teasing lilt ever so present.

that fucking nickname. you hate it.

you hate the way it makes you feel. the slow spread of flush, making your skin sizzle with arousal, the beating of your heart knocking against your chest when he looks at you with his fiery indigo eyes blown with desire and longing. he's getting under your skin. and he relishes it. you swallow down the lust rearing its ugly head clearing your throat.

“fine . . toji, don’t get the wrong idea, i don’t fuck with the help,” you warn. you trying to remind toji of his place is cute to him. he knows who you are to his boss, you know who you are to his boss, and frankly . . . he doesn't give a fuck. “you look like you don’t fuck, period,” he mocks as he crosses his burly arms over his chest, cotton sleeves straining against his beefy biceps.

“excuse me?”

“ahh seems like those pretty ears don’t work either,” he chuckles as he takes one step closer to you. his expensive cologne rises to your nostrils making your mind all fuzzy. his hulking frame dwarfs yours as he invades your personal space creating a thick, viscous atmosphere simmering with heat around you both.

“what i said was you look like you don’t fuck. i mean c’mon, that hot body of yours hasn’t been fucked properly in a looong time, right?” as his eyes scan the tantalizing divots of your body so obviously.

you’re pissed. not only at his blatant lack of a filter but also that . . . he’s right. it has been a long time. but you’re not going to admit that to him of all people. “who or when i fuck is none of your business,” you spit with venom standing your ground, maintaining eye contact. he wants you to crack, to be shy in the presence of him and his nonsense.

too bad for him.

he chuckles. that damned sound that makes your blood pressure skyrocket from the vibrations. “guess i was right.” his mitt of a hand extends as his calloused fingers tuck some of your hair behind your ear. “a shame really, a stunning beauty like you not getting the treatment she deserves,” clicking his tongue.

you scoff as you slap his hand away, “what do you know about treating anyone right?” the words leave your mouth like a river of molten lava, hoping to burn him with each word you utter. you scan his features to gauge his reaction and you find nothing. not a wince at the low blow you just dished out to him.

toji isn't going to let you see him sweat. you both are alike in that fashion. “touché, but i do know about pussy. and yours is probably in need of a good fuckin’. hmmm?” toji muses as his dark brow lifts, waiting for your answer. “wrong,” you lie. you and him both know you're lying. that's why, like clockwork, a chuckle escapes the back of his throat. he leans dangerously close to your face, lips a millimeter apart from yours.

“oh? bet if i slip my tongue in that begging cunt, she’ll start cryin’ for me," his seductive whisper brushes over your lips and kneads itself into your core, chipping away at the wall you thought you created between you two. “doubt that toji,” you firmly state, making sure to hide your ever-growing thirst from his closeness.

“yeah? come to my bed tonight, and we'll put that to the test," he challenges. a smug bastard is what he is. he truly expects you to say yes to his offer. to drop your guard, letting him finally have a taste of your saccharine slick that he'll happily lap up like a dog to a water bowl. unfortunately for him and maybe you, your pride is still fully intact.

you glare at him, voice raising an octave, “look, even if i were stranded, needy, begging for cock on a deserted island, you'd be the last thing i'd ever fuck.” and with that, you storm out the office heading down the hall towards your lavish bedroom without sparing him a glance. toji is left alone mulling over what just happened. your words said one thing but the appetite in your eyes said another. that passion, that fire, it's what keeps toji coming back.

you're normally so docile, polite even, to his boss and the other men who worked alongside him. but with toji, the real you came out. and for that, is why his interest is piqued.

“atta girl”

@shokosprincess @shaguro @sttoru @chromimis — *mwah*

#✎ᝰ. ( signed your majesty ) !#toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen x you

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suguella · 6 months

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𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 is the type to eat you out like it's his last meal and he’ll do it whilst tease you. he lets his tongue travel everywhere and starts by slowly sucking your clit, "fuck t-toji" you tug on his hair, practically riding his face, rocking back and forth increasing the pleasure. his nails dig into your skin as you heard a muffled chuckle, he moves his tongue to your inner folds leaving sloppy kisses whilst devouring your poor pussy.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 loves fingering you especially when it makes you a mess. “shiit gojo” he pumps his fingers in and out making your eyes roll backwards whilst the other pinched your nipples letting it roll between his fingers. he teases, speeding up the pace causing you to let out a loud moan. he takes his fingers out and stuffs them in your mouth instructing you to suck which you did.

imagine giving 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 head. you’re on your knees with one hand lightly grabbing and massaging his shaft as your mouth hovered over his head you felt his dick twitch as if the heat of your breath. you start with little licks, moving your tongue back and forth then you sucked hard. you wrap your hands around the base moving in rhythm with your mouth while moaning and gagging. his head falls back, “fuck, y/n so fucking good.”

#𝜗𝜚 les écrits de bella #anime smut #jujustu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen x you #female reader

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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JJK Men When You Hover Over Their Face (Black Chubby Fem! Reader)

Ft. Toji, Geto, Gojo

A/N: JJK Men 🤝 Face Sitting

Toji

This is a man that doesn’t hesitate so neither should you

“Just sit down, please.”

“But—AH!”

He doesn’t have time for your complaints he just wants your fat wet pussy to be inside his mouth

He actually gives your butt a few slaps for making him wait so damn long.

Gojo

He thinks your hesitation Is fucking annoying too, but he’s nicer about it

You were heavier than him so you never wanted to do this in fear your may hurt him, but it was his birthday and he specifically requested you to sit on his face.

“Don’t you think I’m the strongest?”

“Well yeah—“

“Then don’t worry about me—look you’re drooling I know you want it.”

He keeps sweet talking you until his arms wrap around your thigh, lowering your down until his words were muffled by your twitching lips.

Geto

You sat on his face on accident OWHEIROSJEHSK

He was eating it from the back and you loss balance and landed straight on his face

YOU FELT SO EMBARRASSED YOU JUMPED RIGHT OFF OF HIM DAMN NEAR CRYING LMAOOOO

But you couldn’t get up??????

You look down trying not to have your eye sight blurred with tears when you seen his arms wrapped around your tummy holding you down.

“Su..?”

“Why’d you stop? Keep grinding on my tounge, sweetheart. I like the view.”

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toyafreethoughts · 6 months

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Gojo Satoru as your husband would be like…

A/N: I got this idea from @/xarlenewithanx who posted something like this a while ago, huge shoutout out to her and if you would like to be tagged just tell me because I’m not really sure LOL, anyways, this will contain (a little) fluff and also… *dramatic drumroll* smut ahead! enjoy! (this is also my first time even writing smut).

Husband! Gojo who will always wonder what he ever did to deserve such a beauty like you

Husband! Gojo who would kiss you and poke at your cheeks everytime he gets home for fun to see your cute reaction

Husband! Gojo who would definitely buy you whatever you want to spoil you, even any sex toys you’d like while he’s away at work

Husband! Gojo who would buy you the most fanciest lingerie just to rip it off

Husband! Gojo who would spend hours between your legs to hear you whimper and moan for him (it drives him feral to hear your noises)

Husband! Gojo who would go rough and hard for you, when he hears you say “s’thats t-to much—!” he’ll always say a smart ass comment.

Husband! Gojo who would tease you non stop

Husband! Gojo who would also say “are you cryin’?” when your crying from the intense pleasure your receiving from his dick.

Finally, Husband! Gojo who would treat you oh so well afterwards like the most handome man he is <3

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satorruubaby · 2 months

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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 ┊ 彡 ★; 五条悟

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ⛆ ﾟ “A warm embrace on a rainy day.” ﾟ⛆ ﾟ ⋆

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɢᴏᴊᴏ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: 𝟷𝟾+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ Gojo “warming” you up from the cold weather. !MDNI! ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ( ᴇ.ɢ : ʙᴀʙʏ, sweet face ) 𝟻𝟶𝟶 ᴡᴄ, ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴍᴜᴛ, ғʟᴜғғ & ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ sᴇx

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ ɢᴜʏs ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, sᴏ ɪ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs:’)

ᴀʀᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: @_𝟹ᴀᴇᴍ ᴏɴ x!!

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The sound of rain soothes your ears. delicate droplets tapping on surfaces, the comforting quiet room that gets interrupted by subtle sounds of your sweet moans and sighs.

The warmth of embrace on the bed, the softness of the mattress submerging your figure, as Satoru rubs circles on your waist. Thrusting in and out of you as he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, the gentle touch of his lips on your temple. “To-toru..” you sighed as he hummed in response, sneaking his hand under your shirt.

He leaned in and inhaled deeply, immersing himself in your scent. The flowery fragrance gave him warmth and familiarity. “Smell so good baby..” He groaned as he fastened his pace. Lost deeply in your scent. You grip the pillow tightly as the pressure inside you builds up

Satoru’s hands descend gradually, teasing your soft skin with the touch of his fingertips tracing their way inside your shorts and then to your dripping warm cunt. He moaned as he felt your slick on his finger, wanting more of it. “Jus-just give me one more, baby,” he whined as he felt himself getting slippery in you. his pounding behind you blended with the heavy raindrops falling.

The squelching sounds surrounded the room, he kissed your shoulders gently as he was close to his second release.“Fuck..” He tightened his hold on you as you squirmed. You bury your head in the soft plush of the pillow in an attempt to cover your moans, tears running down your cheek. Your legs twitching from the overstimulation.

Satoru almost bites down on your shoulder, Feeling you tighten around him as he finally releases deeply in you. kissing your shoulder repeatedly, Slowing his pace as you follow up after him. Slick dripping onto his shaft as he slowly pulls out, whining from the loss of him.

“Did a good job sweet face,” he said as he reached for the towel he prepared, slipping you out of your shorts, and wiping the mess under you.

He gets up to switch places as you now face him. “hi” he grinned as he embraced you with his strong arms. caressing your lips with tender sweetness, giggling softly as his kisses traced a heartfelt journey from your forehead to the tip of your nose, then delicately caressing each cheek before returning, with an intimate gravity, to your lips. “Feeling warm now baby?” he murmured against your lips. “Mmh..” you slightly nodded as you moved your feet to meet his.

The sound of rain decreasing, the intoxicating scent of his fragrance making you feel dizzy. His hand finds its way to gently stroke your waist as he lazily smiles at your furrowed brows, feeling lightheaded and drowsy after a session of lovemaking with him. You leaned against his naked chest, hearing his heartbeat. He kisses the crown of your head, lovingly nuzzling his face on your hair. Feeling his warmth soothes you, easing away the cold weather and slowly helping you drift into sleep.

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kaoyuuji · 1 month

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rivière .

boyfriend! m. fushiguro x f.reader headcanons ! — ˖⋆♱“I’ll lie awake for you, i’ll cut your armies down. And turn your heart..” ♱⋆‧₊˚ ⋅ !! S4Ws4w 🐺

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ - Megumi is the sweetest boyfriend ever ! He’s extremely considerate, and he will always be there to protect you. He will always be on guard to protect you on the outside but on the inside he has never felt more peaceful in your presence. (if that makes sense ?)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ - If he were out of town for any reason, Megumi will make it his personal mission to get you a souvenir or sweet treat!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ - And whenever he is away running errands for himself or Gojo, he will leave behind one of his Divine Dogs to protect you when he cannot :> — And yes ofc his Divine Dogs adore you, they will gladly be there to protect you!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ - Megumi loves you. Like your all, your presence, looks, personality,aura,the thought of YOU makes him feel so warm inside.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ - He definitely spoils you out of the pure love for you he has. It’s as if he can read your mind, you can think of something you’ve been wanting foe awhile.. and suddenly its in your arms. He doesn’t care about the price, all he cares about is the big smile on your face when you gets anything from him!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ - You bring out the best sides of him , he’s never been more grateful to be in your life (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

— super short but that’s just an excuse for me to write even MORE Megumi headcanons later＼(￣▽￣)／

#megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #fushiguro megumi x you #jjk fushiguro #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x you #jujustu kaisen fluff #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk fluff #fluff headcanons #x reader #ㅤ/ᐠ - ˕ -

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bxlladxnnabxtch · 4 months

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Ghosting

SatoSugu x Reader

So I was listening to Mr. Loverman and this is what came out of me. Sorry for hurting y’all lmao but have fun crying to this. (IM SHATTERED NOW IM SPILLING OUT UPON THIS LINOLEUM GROUND)

Warnings: Blood, cutting (it’s not like THAT you’re using a cursed technique), betrayal, yelling, js all around angst.

You felt the slice of something cut through you, and your heart sunk. Satoru could barely register how your face paled and your body grew taunt before he knew exactly what was happening. He couldn’t even stutter out a word before your form vanished from in front of him, and a pang of terror shot through him.

You stood in front of Suguru, breathing ragged and form shaky as you watched the blood drip from his hand. You tried to calm down your breaths upon seeing his hand sliced open, a wave of relief washing through you when you realized he was alive. Still here, breathing. He’d noticed your presence, his head tilting up as he nodded in acknowledgement. “You came.” Was all he stated, and those two words had your heart stuttering. You mentally slapped yourself for the way your body reacted to his voice, his tone noticeably lower since you had last seen each other. Your jaw clenched as you looked him over, his hair had grown considerably longer, and he seemed oddly calm considering his predicament.

You took in the knife sitting on the floor beside him, and deduced that he was the one that had sliced his hand open. Perhaps in an act of desperation, or dare you say love, but you couldn’t bear to think that there was any trace of love for you left. “You knew I would.” You said, your tone cold as you looked down at him, he looked up at you as if you were his savior. “Still as smart as always.” He spoke softly, and your eyebrows knitted together at his tone. You let the silence linger as you felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. “You had no right.” You shook your head, breaths stuttering as you felt tears begin to brim your waterline.

You bent down steadily to wrap his hand with the bandages he had deliberately prepared before he decided to use your technique against you. You could feel the thrum of cursed energy pulse through you in accordance to his wound throbbing. “I wanted to see you.” He whispered, not daring to make his voice any louder in an effort to not scare you away.

A rush of anger surged through you, and your hands slammed against his chest in a fit of rage at his comment. “You wanted to see me?! Really Suguru?!” Your voice raised, tears finally spilling down your cheeks as you wiped them away furiously. “You could have seen me every damn day! You could have been with me and Satoru and it would’ve all been FINE.” You hiccupped, a heavy sob leaving you as a hand came up to your chest, trying and failing to sooth the insurmountable ache strumming through you.

He watched the tears run down your cheeks with a grimace, his mind switching between the crushing guilt of leaving you two behind and his newfound ideals he’d stop at nothing to pursue. “You know I couldn’-“

“Couldn’t what?!” You yelled, looking him dead in the eye as you waited for his response, but continued when he stayed silent. “Couldn’t find the strength to stay for us? To talk to us? To think we cared at all?!” Your face contorted into a look of betrayal, tearing your eyes away from him as your tried to take a few deep breaths. “We were all struggling.” You said flatly, wiping away the remanence of your sorrow. “But me and Satoru didn’t decide to massacre a village because of it.” You found the strength to look up at him again, the shine of his tears reflecting in the candlelight.

“So the next time you want to ‘see me’, or Satoru.” You got up, grabbing the knife from beside him. He made a move to stop you but you flinched away from him, shaking your head. “Remember that you chose this life. You chose it over Jujutsu, you chose it over your old life, and you chose it over us.” You looked down at the knife, the blade glinting in the light as you ran your fingers along it, feeling the sharp edge just barely grazing your skin. “Theres a lot of things I don’t regret about the time I spent with you and Satoru, but I do have two.”

You sighed, not daring to look up at him as you said your last piece. “One, that I ever allowed you to have a bond with my cursed energy. Maybe I’d have been able to avoid situations like this.” You shuffled; heart heavy as your lips downturned. “And two, that despite everything; I still love you.” You glanced up at him, finally bringing the blade to your palm as you have him a curt smile. “Goodbye Suguru.”

You pulled the knife back, slashing it down the center of your palm as you dropped the knife quickly. You felt the warmth of your blood beginning to drip down your hand, not paying it any mind as you tried to burn Geto’s features into your memory. Despite it all, you were still acutely conscious that this may be your last chance to ever see him again, and you hated it. He snapped up, seemingly realizing something as he called out to you. “WA-“

But you had already vanished, leaving him with only a few drops of your blood on the floorboards, and the phantom graze of your touch against his bandaged hand.

When you appeared in front of Satoru, he let out a gasp of relief, gripping your shoulders as he brushed some hair out of your face, looking you over for any injuries besides the gash in your palm. “Are you okay??” He asked frantically, if he was asking about your physical or mental state, you couldn’t tell, and to be quite honest you couldn’t care at the moment.

You stared down at the ground, willing, praying, hoping that the agony in your chest would disappear, but all it did was sink deeper into your gut like a boulder was weighing it down. You wrapped your arms around Gojos shoulders, the man bending down to accommodate your height difference as he wrapped his arms around your waist without hesitation, holding you against him as if you’d vanish again. You buried your head into the crook of his neck, a wail leaving you, and all to soon the tears came back, along with a flood of memories that you would never be able to relive or add to.

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h3yl4dies · 2 months

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𝘿𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙗𝙨?

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙨 🍒 (𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙗𝙨)

(Jjk) Megumi, 𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙊, Yuuta (haikyuu) Kageyama, 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙖, Kiyoko (Obey me) Satan, 𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 (Tokyo revengers) 𝙈𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙔, Rindou, Chifuyu

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙨 🍑 (𝙖𝙨𝙨)

(Jjk) 𝙎𝙐𝙆𝙐𝙉𝘼, 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞 (haikyuu) Atsumu, 𝘽𝙊𝙆𝙐𝙏𝙊, Daichi (Obey me) 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙑𝙊𝙇𝙊, 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧, Beelzebub (Tokyo revengers) 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙪, Draken, 𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙅𝙐

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 (𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙛)

(Jjk) 𝙂𝙊𝙅𝙊, 𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙊, Toji (haikyuu) 𝙆𝙐𝙍𝙊𝙊, 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪, Tanaka (Obey me) 𝘼𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙪𝙨, Solomon, 𝙈𝘼𝙈𝙈𝙊𝙉 (Tokyo revengers) 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙈𝘼, 𝙍𝙖𝙣, Shion

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babypinkhearts · 3 months

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mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness. - f. megumi

pairing: fushiguro megumi + fem!reader

summary: you love him. so you let him torture you further.

warnings: angst! megumi is complicated (what’s new), but comfort!!! the sweetest of sweet things. mentions of being emotionally unavailable.

a/n: inspired by the song “woman” by john lennon. one of my favorites, i definitely recommend you go listen :) i have been writing my heart out these past few weeks, i feel like it’s my biggest hyperfixation at the moment. thank you for all the love recently <3 i am so happy.

two knocks will do it.

or a third. megumi’s hand stills.

his eyes scan the scenery. the outdoor mat he recognizes too well on the floor, decorated with images of small woodland creatures. the hummingbirds gather around the greeting words in minimalistic font.

he finds it less welcoming than anything, his teeth chewing the inside of his cheek.

this was a stupid idea.

the sound of rustling comes from the other side of the door, and his careful eyes observe. he hears a click. the door opens, barely, and he’s able to briefly see your wide eyes.

megumi sticks his foot in the gap before you have a chance to slam it shut.

“what the fuck.” you deadpan, eyes now locked on the floor where megumi was now trespassing. the audacity. “dude, take a hint.”

fifty missed calls, all intentional. messages that haven’t even been opened clog your phone, and you had planned to keep it that way for much longer.

“let me in.” megumi responds, gaze unrelenting. sure, this wasn’t the reaction he wanted, but you seemed less upset than he imagined you’d be. “please.”

he kept that same stoic look on his face, despite his stomach feeling like it was being twisted in two. his pride hurt. he wondered if he would have to start begging on his knees for your forgiveness, or maybe kiss your hands and write the most obnoxiously long love letter ever created. admittedly, for you, he’d let himself with no hesitation. how weak he had become.

narrowing your eyes at him, you give a few futile attempts to close the door, growing increasingly frustrated as it repeatedly hit him. he wouldn’t budge.

he watches your eyes instinctively shut tightly in annoyance.

“megumi-“ you sigh, running a hand down your face, exasperated. “no. leave me alone.”

a part of you wants to add in - “like you have been” - but you swallow the bitter sentence.

don’t fall in love with boys who don’t know how to love.

or, more importantly, don’t fall in love with boys who can’t love back.

it’s a treacherous battle, you’ve learned. megumi has always been abrasive, and those moments where empathy shines through have (without failure) been blocked by gloomy clouds before it’s able to reach you. he’s pretty in theory, but uncovering him has it’s ugly bits. he’s aware.

for a serene, peaceful moment, you think that megumi listens to you. he slowly turns to his side, and you expect him to walk down the patio steps and go back home.

but he stands there for a little too long, his foot still nudged in the crack stupidly made by your naivety. every rational (and ethical) thought seems to leave his mind as he finds himself forcing your door wide open.

“oh my god-” you exclaim, hands thrown in the air, mouth open in disbelief. you’ve backed up from the door, brows furrowed. “megumi, seriously, what the fuck?”

dumbfounded, you watch as he simply lets himself inside, leaning back against the door to shut it.

“it was cold.” was all he said, before swallowing thickly. “and i need you to stop ignoring me.”

yeah, he wished he had a better approach.

megumi was normally calculated and a lot more thoughtful. he’d weigh in pros and cons, analyzing everything to it’s minute detail. you were probably the only factor that would lead him into spontaneity.

his ears perk up as he registers the sound of a bitter laugh, staring as he watches you raise your hand to your mouth, muffling the sound. you repeatedly shake your head.

“what the fuck.” you repeat, quietly now. you were seething, though held your emotions at bay. this wasn’t like megumi at all. he was always patient.

and he usually understood boundaries.

you momentarily glance at him.

“please.” megumi pleaded, cheeks flushed from both the freezing weather and sudden embarrassment clouding his head. he felt his senses coming back, now realizing the gravity of his actions. you had never seen his eyes grow so wide. “i’ll go back outside, i’m sorry, i just really need to-“

“you’re already inside.” you coldly reply, cutting him off. your hostility had yet to dissipate, and if you could think clearly enough, you’d be able to feel the burning sensation of your nails digging into your palms. this felt like a bad dream. but the desperation in his voice was unbearable to listen to, and there was the glimmer of the north star guiding you, naturally searching the idiot in front of you. like it always does. “whatever you say better be worth it.”

it’s mature, your resolve. let him talk, and then he can leave peacefully.

but, what did he want? closure? because you never got any. and you weren’t sure if you wanted it. it’s why your phone idly sits on your bedside table, constantly on do not disturb. for the mere purpose of avoiding him. and everything, really.

you come to a cruel realization that megumi would be the only person benefiting from this - his sudden appearance. he could leave, and you’d still be left with a broken heart. mangled, at this point. no room for repair.

but you love him. so you let him torture you further.

megumi nods feverishly, visibly relieved. “u-um, okay, okay, just give me a second.”

you raise a brow, tilting your head. “for what?”

yes, megumi had come all this way to see you without a single plan in mind.

spontaneity.

“i’m nervous.” megumi quickly replied, and while it isn’t a lie in the slightest, it isn’t the answer to your question. he doesn’t know how to say what he wants to tell you. he’s bad with words, bad with communicating, bad with you.

your hand impatiently beckons him, urging to spill whatever he seems so bothered by. “it’s okay. just get it over with.”

you make it sound too easy.

megumi’s hesitance is almost awkward, and you find an excuse to look around at everything in the room but him. you click your tongue after a while, sighing.

your head hurt. every part of you was overwhelmed, the presence of your ex-boyfriend too unbearable to keep an unbothered act.

he looks the same, maybe a little more restless. you hope he had been sleeping well. two months without him, and yet you can’t seem to notice too much of a difference. the familiarity is comforting, in some weird, twisted way.

but, why come now? all the texts, the phone calls - all in one singular day.

bad things only start appearing once the past issues are nearly faded. salt in a healing wound.

you try to be optimistic and convince yourself that he doesn’t know how much he’s hurting you by being near you, but you know megumi. it’s not unlike him to be selfish. he’d already shown you that.

“megumi, it’s late. just-“

“i want you.”

and heat rises to your face, warm enough to mistake as a fever. every word is caught on your tongue, and it feels like the world caves in for a moment.

now, the anger returns. stronger than ever.

you hold so much resentment. it’s unhealthy for a person to feel what you have within the past two months. bitter, betrayed, and yet helplessly enamored. but now, you’re frustratingly confused. it makes you want to rip your hair out. why couldn’t this be - normal? it’s barbaric, the way that agony doesn’t have a limit. you suppose you’ll stay with the ache forever.

“you-“ and your breath is shaking, eyes blurring in fury. you want the ground below you to split in half and swallow you whole. for the world to naturally end, mimicking the feeling in you that it already has. “fuck you, megumi.”

you’re scolding yourself, mentally screaming, because your chest stings as you watch him silently bow his head.

he’s not allowed to feel shitty. he ended things, and now he has the audacity to act hurt. as if two whole months haven’t passed by, and he isn’t here to remind you (cruelly, in person) how much heartbreak you’ve had to endure.

“why are you here?” your voice sounds so little, all bite manifested into exhaustion. because it’s taking everything in you to stand up straight. to not have your legs give out, and let him have you again. “why are you doing this to me?”

you’re blunt because you can’t drag it out for much longer. maybe you did need closure. you would like to think you deserved it.

megumi stiffens, and his hands instinctively find themselves in his pockets. it’s a habit you were well aware of, a part of you expecting waiting for it to happen. you know him like a book.

“…because i love you.”

he says it simply, as if it’s the answer to everything. the casualty of it makes you want to cry.

but you can’t remember him ever saying that before. and maybe that’s why your skin is suddenly wet, glistening with reminders of just how strongly you felt for this boy.

“you’re being mean.” you whisper, shaking your head.

and megumi knows he is. but the desire of you is too strong for him to handle. truthfully, he’s never doubted the intensity of what he feels for you. megumi is complicated, though.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” he mumbles, and it takes him all the willpower in the world to blink away his own emotions. because he’s not the one that should be hurting. “i’m sorry for all of it.”

after you’re accustomed, it’s hard to get rid of something. megumi doesn’t think he could live without you. it was a mistake to believe he could. endless weeks of just staring at remainders of you everywhere. walking by the aquarium where you had your first date, eyes never missing the shampoo you used to buy at the store. he still has a few shirts with the faint fragrance of your perfume. he can’t bring himself to wash them.

“i miss you.” his voice is strained, and he hopes you believe him. “you deserve everything, and i want to give you that.”

your arms are hugging your sides, and you’re painstakingly aware of the slow steps megumi has began to take towards you. they’re wary, but you know you don’t have the strength to step back.

“i love you.” he repeats, and you close your eyes tightly.

again, megumi is normally calculated. and thoughtful. his rashness settles, and he watches you carefully. a hand raises, and he wipes your tear-stained cheek. the touch is soft. you really can’t remember him ever being this careful. his guard is down, his eyes are watering, and you can feel his hand shaking. vulnerability in megumi, as rare as it comes.

he always had trouble expressing his thoughts with you. you can’t blame him, because you know his past hasn’t been ideal. you always hated seeing him suffer in silence. nonetheless, you were patient. so sickeningly patient it made megumi’s stomach do flips.

it’s his biggest regret, telling you to leave him. all you ever tried to do was help.

“i thought,” he brings his head towards you, gently resting his forehead on yours. his hair tickles your face. you shiver. “i thought it’d be smart to end us. i never want to see you sad.”

megumi knows it was a double-edged sword. he ended up hurting you anyway, and himself in the process. too weak to overcome the natural human emotion that is love.

he knew your breakup was a mistake the second he had watched your face fall. he was certain when you had walked out the door. you tend to realize just how great you had it after it’s already gone.

“i’m stupid, aren’t i?” and he chuckles, a regretful smile on his face. a few tears fall. “i’m so, so stupid.” he takes in a sharp breath.

he feels you nod against him. megumi freezes.

“so stupid.” you affirm.

communication is something you can never hold against megumi. he struggles with it, and it’s why you’re so lenient. this, to see you, pour his heart out, and tell you he loves you, is him trying. him trying so incredibly hard.

you feel his body start to shake, and you wordlessly go back to your natural instinct, brushing his hair aside to place a tender kiss on his forehead.

“i love you, megumi.”

it’s an easy admission. you’ve expressed it dozens of times, and finally, those words can be heard back. this time, it’s muffled through your hair as he buries himself into your very being. the saying is repeated endlessly, and his grip tightens.

i love you.

it’s stability, and it’s delightful.

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chihoshisai · 1 month

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Nothing Twisted

Sukuna x Reader

warnings : masochist reader implied, choking, power imbalance // wc : 1,057

“What do you want from me?” Sukuna inquired, his voice devoid of emotions yet not without a hint of arrogance.

You gulped, having always found Sukuna both menacing and enticing — from the cold layer that glazed his eyes, the markings that adorned his rugged body and the manner in which he regarded people as even lower than insects. To think that such a being could exist alongside your insignificant self fascinated you.

Eyes inches away from the ground as you kneeled per his earlier command, you fixated your gaze upon your hands, cold sweat dripping from every inch of your body like a waterfall. As you watched your bodily fluid drip from your nose to form a poodle upon the tiles of his mansion — in which he had allowed you to work as a servant — the thought that he might sever your head for the simple act of soiling his floor increased the fearful reaction of your body.

Until today, tirelessly working your limbs, you relinquished in every opportunity granted to admire him from afar like a shy maiden — too afraid to speak or interact with the object of your infatuation as it would be deemed improper. And because your head would roll if the tiniest sound ever escaped your lips unprompted.

You were not to speak unless spoken to.

With that in mind, you pondered over your answer — what would be appropriate for the most horrifying curse user of the Heian Era to allow you to keep the measly life you had been granted thus far ? Countless times you had imagined what a conversation with such a being would be, and many times did you perceive it unfolding under the deluded impression that there was even an ounce of kindness in the man.

But reality was cruel, and so was Sukuna. Your heart had gotten ahead of itself, being blinded by his undeniable beauty. Now that you pitifully were about to kiss the ground, your fight or flight system manifested how foolish those feelings had been, frivolous even, almost bringing you to tears. Despite all that, his voice sounded like honey to your ears, enticing, inviting, leaving you wondering whether something had awakened in you due to the fear or if your mind had already lost it.

Enough dwelling, your thoughts screamed throughout your body, accelerating your heart and further increasing your erratic breathing. Remaining silent for too long would also spell your doom.

“I want nothing,” you answered with a clear voice, lips shaking as you distracted yourself by the sight of your soiled fingernails.

“Do you think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been secretly looking at me?” He insisted.

Clenching your teeth in embarrassment after hearing that you’ve been found out, you lowered your head furthermore. “I want nothing,” you repeated.

“How boring,” Sukuna said, his tone unchanging.

It was enough to convince yourself that you were safe, from death, from him — though temporarily — from danger as a whole. But, as you had been facing the ground all this time, you hadn’t taken notice of his change of movement, how without a sound, he got closer to you almost like snow falling on the ground. Until the moment his lean fingers nestled on your cheek, making their way to your chin and raising it up so you could face him. The unforeseen contact, foreign to your skin and somewhat threatening froze you. His eyes, the color of blood, deprived of any emotions alongside his placid smile made you realize how far gone he was from being human.

The proximity didn’t stop your ridiculous heart from skipping a beat, and you felt thankful that your sweat filled face didn’t seem to visibly bother him.

“I’ll keep you alive because you do your job well,” Sukuna spoke arrogantly, his fingers slightly tilting your head up. His remark reduced the rate of your heartbeat, and your tensed up muscles relaxed feeling that the worst had passed. But the man was twisted — he grinned, somewhat ominously and your eyes widened in fear as though they had just beared witness to all the evil in the world.

“Humans feel more motivated when they are rewarded and praised for their work,” Sukuna began, his fingers sliding down your throat, “I’ll reward you so you can keep going a bit longer.”

The feeling of your breath being caught at your throat, almost unable to exit your parted lips surprisingly rejoiced your body. Even your heart accelerated in anticipation whilst your very being hung on Sukuna’s last word, awaiting for him to act.

There were many things that you had come to learn after serving under Sukuna, and one of them was to instinctively let your arms limp by your side — fighting the urge to grip him, to feel more of him — as there was no forgiving any attempt at touching this otherworldly being.

The sight Sukuna saw must have pleased him, since he brought your trapped neck close enough to land an aggressive kiss. Ruthlessly. That’s how he treated you, firming his grip on your neck and restraining your ability to breathe even more whilst biting your lips to the point the iron taste of blood filled your mouth. He devoured you.

Dizzy, but still maintaining control over your body, you fought desperately to refrain from trying to rip apart the fingers that obstructed your throat. The many daydreams you had throughout the past did include one too many kisses exchanged with Sukuna, but this was far beyond your imagination. Life was dwindling out of you, and with cloudy thoughts, it was impossible to tell whether you enjoyed it or not. Simply, you consoled yourself with the idea that at the very least, his touch would remain on your body for a while. A memento from a sadistic moment shared together.

Blood dripped from the corner of your mouth, mingled with saliva as Sukuna pulled back to allow air to flow in your lungs. Once again, the ground filled your vision, as your body dropped to the floor, coughing erratically.

“Now go back to work,” his commanding words echoed through your mind. Keeping your crouched position, you promptly exited the room without so much as uttering a single word, let alone tempt a glance in the direction of the man who would continue to be the source of your twisted infatuation.

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fanta2y · 2 months

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Nervous

hey guuuyyyyyysssssssss im here with another fic for you all ! i hope you enjoyyy :))

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cw: none

word count: 2.2k

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After joining Jujustu High as a late start first year. Getting acclimated to the new environment was easier than you thought. The people on the other hand…they threw you for a loop.

Itadori was normal enough, a bit bubbly and preppy but could still be serious and caring. He was a sweetheart through and through. You two got along really well, considering your own social butterfly-like nature. Though no where near the extreme of Itadori’s.

Kugisaki was a bit harder to crack, she was a tough nut. Hiding her affection’s with hard insults and shrill yells. It became almost nature for you both to argue about nonsensical things. During your first hangout together she had tried to make you hold all her bags, which you of course declined.

This had you guys arguing for hours, ending it in a fit of laughter in the middle of the busy Tokyo sidewalk. After that day you both had grown considerably closer, and you found yourself spending many a nights holed up in her room talking gossip and bickering with eachother.

Fushiguro on the other hand. At first, you were sure he didn’t like you. His never-ending scowls and cold, monotone voice. It was hard to really believe Itadori and Kugisaki when they told you that that was how he was with everyone, that it wasn’t anything specific to you.

But out of the three, Fushiguro was the one you wanted to get close to the most. His handsome face, his dark hair, his broody demeanor. For whatever reason, it drew you in like moth to a flame.

You recognized the warmth that curled in your gut whenever he came to class a little late, a flush on his cheeks from rushing to the classroom. His hair slightly out of place, his hands quick to run through the soft locks in an attempt to tame them.

The blush that would enflame your features when you two would get paired to train together. When you would get distracted staring at his face as the sweat dripped down his forehead, and his chest heaved with heavy breaths. His husky tone reprimanding your attention being else where, pinning you quickly on the mat beneath you both to prove his point.

Images of him flashed through your head all of the time. You could never stop thinking about him, and it drove you mad. Especially because you had absolutely no outlet to all these pent up emotions. He would barely hold a conversation with you for more than 5 seconds, a quick hi and bye was all you got on a good day.

He definitely wouldn’t speak to you outside of class, or hangout with you alone without it being some group outing that Itadori or Kugisaki had dragged him on.

It made your heart clench at the thought that you two would just never be as close as he was with the others. That your feelings were ultimately one sided and you would just have to find a way to get over them sooner rather than later. Lest they consume any more of you.

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Sitting criss cross on Kugisaki’s bed, flipping through a magazine she had sitting on her desk, while you wait for her to return to her dorm.

You had texted her before hand about wanting to talk to her about something, of course it had to do with the dark-haired emo boy, and she had responded letting you know her door was unlocked and she would be back from the mission she was on soon.

So here you were, attempting to pass the time while you waited for her to return. Your mind running a million miles a minute with all the information you had wanted to spill to her. Of course nothing had happened between you two, Fushiguro had been holed up in his room since he came back from a particularly rough mission. Probably sleeping off the ache in his bones, as most of them did.

A sharp knock pulled you out of your thoughts, causing you to jerk up from your relaxed position. Confusion running through you, it couldn’t of been Kugisaki she had a key to her dorm and could easily just unlock the door. Itadori was out on a mission of his own and wasn’t set to return until tomorrow.

Your heart beat spiked at the thought of who could be behind the door.

Padding over on your socked feet, you unlocked the padlock on your side and swung it open. And, just like you expected, you're met with dark spikey hair and deep eyes. His eyes widen as he takes in seeing you, instead of the expected Kugisaki.

“Oh…is Kugisaki not back yet?” His voice questioning, attempting to peer behind you to possibly catch a glimpse of her brown hair in the back.

“No, sorry shes still on a mission. Im waiting for her to come back too.” You said, a blush quickly appearing on your cheeks. Going to awkwardly rub at the back of your neck.

He stood their uncomfortably at the door for a few beats of silence, you still too stunned at the fact that he was in front of you currently to even attempt to think of any conversation starters. Also fully convinced that he's just going to walk away at any moment now without even a goodbye.

“Did you want to maybe, wait with me?” You try at your luck, stepping back from the door to give him space to come inside.

His eyes focused on yours for a few tense seconds. Before, without a word, he enters the room.

Your nerves set alight in your body, feeling the heat crawl up your neck. Turning the tips of your ears a rosy shade. Silently, you shut the door behind you. Turning the lock, taking a deep breath before facing the scene before you.

Fushiguro had made himself as comfortable as you think he could be in the presence of others. He sat, almost stiffly, in her desk chair. Fiddling with his fingers, he seemed strikingly out of place. His stiff shoulders and awkward demeanor. It created a fuzzy feeling within your chest, staring at him endearingly. Doing everything within your power to hold back a giggle from erupting past your throat.

Your attempt was unsuccessful as a giggle slipped past your lips. His eyes shot up to yours, glaring at you.

“What?” His tone was sharp, and it would’ve made you nervous in any other situation but the image of him awkwardly waiting for Kugisaki was still swimming behind your eyelids.

“I’m sorry..” You managed past your fit of giggles, which only went on longer the longer he glared at you. “You just looked so…stiff. I’m not gonna bite ya know.” You said, wiping the tears that gathered under your eyes.

With the sudden boost of confidence, you found yourself walking up to where he was sat in her chair. A smile still lingering on your lips from the giggles. When both of your eyes met eachother, you were sure you saw the hints of a smile within them. But that was quickly replaced with shock as you grabbed his arms and pulled him to sit on the bed with you.

A noise of surprise escaped his throat as he was manhandled, too shocked to do anything to fight back against it.

“See! Much more comfortable, don’t you think?” You weren’t going for an actual response, going to grab the magazine you were reading earlier. Finding yourself lying on your stomach, legs kicking idly behind you. While Fushiguro attempted to seem comfortable.

Sneaking glimpses of him out of the corner of your eye made you want to loose yourself into a fit of giggles again.

“Okay I can’t do this.” You sighed, trying to fight back the smile. This is the closest you’ve been with him alone since, ever really. You were trying to fight back the nerves that kept attempting to flutter out of your stomach. You desperately wanting things to not be awkward, but it seemed like he was going to make that a harder task that necessary.

“You really don’t like people do you?” The ‘Me’ that floated in and out of the lines of your words was left unsaid, but with the slight widening of his eyes and the way they flickered to your face. You were sure you both heard it loud within the silence.

He sighed, shifting himself onto the bed in a more lax sitting position.

“You make me nervous.”

The words left you staring at him dumbly, his eyes looking down at the bed sheepishly. His fingers fiddling with each other.

Your mouth open and closed again, not unlike a fish out of water. Your brain shortcircuiting trying to come up with something, anything, to say in response to that. But you were drawing blanks.

“I-...You-...HUH??”

This time, you made him giggle. The back of his hand covering his smile as he chuckled at you. It made a dagger stab directly through your heart at the cuteness display infront of you.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You playfully smacked his shoulder, which only proved to make his laughter worse. Not too soon after, you followed him. Giggles of your own, joining him in his laughing fit.

You both laughed and laughed for what seemed like forever. The awkwardness of before long forgotten, so much so, you had almost forgotten what he had said that even led you both to this in the first place.

Almost.

Once the laughter had died down for the both of you, which was extremely difficult as it seemed every time you both made eye contact, one of you erupted into another fit.

You took deep breaths, trying to regain yourself. You felt his eyes on you, and the heat of it all crept up again. Making itself known on the fat of your cheeks, and the tips of your ears. You avoided his gaze, not ready to really come to terms with whatever was about to happen.

“Why do I…uhh make you nervous?” You stumbled through your words, the nerves fluttering up your throat. Making it feel increasingly difficult to speak.

You had spent what felt like years dreaming of this moment. Where you would confess, or he would confess. And you would finally be able to talk to him without feeling like you were going to explode, or feeling like it was such a one-sided conversation.

The need to know him ran so deep within your bones that by this point, it was apart of you. It became a key point in your personality long ago, almost since the first moment you laid eyes on him. You found yourself searching for him everywhere you went.

And not just him physically, but in things. When you would see a dog charm at the shop you were looking through with Kugisaki, or when Itadori would take you to this ramen place you would think about how much Fushiguro would like the food here. Or when you would see dark hair walking down the street, and for a split second wonder if that's him. If fate had brought you both down the same street, at the same time.

He cleared his throat, which pulled you from the deep entralls of your mind. You perked up, eyes darting all across his face. The blush that dusted his cheeks was an intense red color, it made you want to coo at him, but you refrained. Wanting to hear his answer.

“You just do.” He said, a finality in his voice. But with the way his eyes were refusing to meet yours, and the blush that was still stubbornly apparent on his cheeks. It felt like just enough answer for you.

It made your heart sing, you felt a smile tugging on your lips.

“Aww Fushiguroooo.” You extended the vowels annoyingly, playfully playing it up just to get him to blush a little bit more. Throwing your arms around him, you nuzzled the side of his face. Your lips right up against his ear, you whispered.

“You make me nervous too.”

You felt him freeze under your arms, his whole body stiffening before relaxing again. His chest rumbling with a laugh, as he turned in your hold to face you. A small smile on his face, and you felt your heart swell for the nth time that night.

He opened his mouth to say something, you more than ready to listen. When the door was slammed open and Kugisaki barged in.

You both shoved eacother apart, hoping to create enough distance that wasn’t suspicious between you two. Immediately, your cheeks felt like they were going to catch fire with how hot they were.

“Hel- woah. What happened in here?” Kugisaki asked, her eyes darting between you two.

“Well you kn-.”

“Nothing.” His voice slightly shaky as he stood and went to leave without another word.

Your mind racing, wasn’t he in here for something? You thought, but your thoughts were cut off as Kugisaki flops onto her bed. Narrowly missing you, her voice muffled.

“You guys better not have fucked on my bed.”

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authors note: heyyyyy i hope you guys enjoyyy ! i think i really like the way this turned out! and its my first fic, kinda, for megumi so hopefully i did him justice !! thank you guys for reading and for all the love!!

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peaktora · 5 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 ˚◞♡ ⃗ suguru getou

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ for the past month, geto has been noticing a stranger (you) struggling with skating, and it's been getting on his nerves. how can someone be so bad at it? to solve his irritation, he decides to teach you how to skate…or atleast, he tries to.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊2.0k words. lordddd there’s a lot of dialogue (i swear more than half of this is talking). tbh it’s basically one sided irritation for reader + skater!suguru. no pronouns used or specified gender. there’s no specified au or mention of jujutsu high, so it can be the universe of anything you want it to be. intended lowercase.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚.┊did something new and wrote for getou !! i did a little research before writing this so i don’t think he’s ooc … but, in any case, this is more of a practice piece than anything else, and i just wanted to get something out there before i got caught up with studying for exams

"there’s no way," getou thinks to himself.

you had this determined look on your face, but your balance was all over the place. you kept wobbling and stumbling, trying to find your footing. each time you pushed off, you would lose control and end up falling. but you know what? you never gave up. even though you kept failing, you kept getting back up and trying again.

that right there? was the fucking problem.

it's really getting to him. gnawing on his bones from within and burrowing beneath his skin.

how many times will he have to see you here? hell, you’ve been practicing for a whole month now, with no progress from the first time you hopped on your board.

and it's not like he has a problem with beginners doing this, it's just you. you're so stubborn when it comes to asking for help, he can tell just by watching you. watching how you closely observe the more advanced skaters, and when they try to give you tips, you just give a tight-lipped smile and don't apply them. it frustrates him. at this point? just quit.

another fall on your butt is observed from getou’s seat on the bench, and that's when he chooses to get up and go home.

once he gets to the sidewalk, he drops his board and hops on. just as he was about to start skating, he caught a faint mutter from you. it was a curse, something like "damnit," followed by a kick of a rock. he probably wasn't supposed to notice—or even think about it, normally, he wouldn't give you a second glance. but maybe, he figures, you won't be such a bother if he gives you a hand. he can be pretty persistent when he wants to. and you know what? that could be useful with you.

he stands in the middle of the sidewalk, torn between going home and going to your aid. but it's pointless, really. he's on his way back to the park before he realizes it. as he comes to a stop in front of you, the sound of his wheels softens and you scoot back.

he’s got all those insults and jokes about you swirling in his mind, but what actually comes out of his mouth is, “you need some assistance here?”

you raise your hand and create a makeshift visor, blocking the glare of the sun. "what?" you ask, squinting at him.

“you want lessons? i can help—“ he points at your board. “free of charge.”

the following seconds are silent. you give him one more good look before replying, "i see you around here a lot."

this was not, by any means, meant to steer into small talk. getou fights the urge to sigh and instead, he smiles, slipping his hand into his pocket. "what can i say? this place brings me peace."

"you’re really good.”

“hm?”

“you’re really good at what you do. y’know…skating.”

huh, and he had the nerve to think he knew more about you. "it's all about how you practice,” he says.

you bring your knees up to your chest, letting your hands hang from them. "how do i practice if i always feel like i'm gonna slide off the board?"

“use tips.”

“from you?”

getou doesn't say anything, simply shrugging in response. you snort and shake your head, "now you're starting to sound like one of those salesmen.”

you interrupt him before he can speak. “for the—uh—" you stand up and grab your board. "lessons you mentioned? i think i'm doing okay by myself, but thanks for the offer." you pat his shoulder and walk away.

getou raises his hands in the air and walks over to the bench. "apologies," he mumbles. he slides his skateboard under the bench and sits down. sighing, he drapes his arm around the back of the bench, and taps his fingers against the metal. “wanna show me what you got?”

you stop walking, raising a brow at him. "you’re saying that as if i owe you something.”

"i never said you owed me anything,” he pauses, looking for the right words to say. “think of it as showing your skills."

“why am i showing my skills’ to a stranger?”

he scratches the back of his head. “really, you’re always skating infront of people you don’t know. i mean, this is a public space.”

"you said to show you what i got. which means skating specifically for you. not anyone else."

"you’re right, i did say that.”

"exactly," you state, as getou hums. it's quiet for a while, and he’s just starting to get up to go home when you interrupt the silence.

“i thought when you owe someone something it had to be mutually—uh—what’s that word?”

he sighs and blinks slowly in your direction, "agreed?"

"bingo!" you exclaim, snapping your fingers and pointing at him. "so i can't be in debt of anything because we haven't even agreed on the terms of the deal—i mean, we just met."

why didn’t he just go home? "this conversation is going in circles," getou groans, throwing his head back. he knew he had patience, but if this conversation went on, he'd need a lot more.

you stuff your open hand into your jeans pocket. “you’re the one who’s being weird.”

"you’re exaggerating the entire situation. i just wanted to help you out.”

"does it look like i need your help that bad?"

"honestly?" he asks, and you answer with a nod. "well…i can’t tell unless you show me somethin’.”

you roll your eyes, and he takes that as a good sign. you'll come around, he thinks, returning his gaze to the area around him.

he looks at nature's colors, from the lush green trees to the endless blue sky. his gaze darts from one sight to the next, and he can’t help but think that all of it is beautiful.

after a moment, he looks over in your direction and sees you walking towards a capsule. he knew you’d come around. you take a deep breath before positioning your skateboard at the edge. it’s not a big drop, in fact, it’s the smallest drop someone would be able to do here. but why you choose to show off your skills like this? when you’re a beginner? getou has no clue, yet he leans forward in his seat. your foot lightly presses against the nose of the board, making it rise and fall repeatedly.

just when he thinks you're about to drop in, you turn towards him and blurt out, "haven’t you seen me skate here before?”

getou wants to say "i can’t help but notice you," but he doesn't. patience, he says to himself.

but really, he’s ran out of that.

he leans slumps in his seat. “look, are you gonna do it or not? i can always leave. i'd be more than happy to. i have many things that need to get done today. so, what's it gonna be, rookie?"

“rookie?” you scoff. “please, i’m a little more advanced than that.”

“yeah? well i wouldn’t know, because ’m not seeing you skate.”

"you’re very excited about this.”

“on a time limit,” he says, tilting his head. “so hurry it up.”

“it’ll be worth the wait. watch, you’ll be speechless."

“i’m assuming for all the wrong reasons?”

you frown, “you know, you seem to be great at everything except knowing when to shut up.”

funny, most people would think of him to be an introvert. a person who’s more of a listener than anything else.

getou smirks, and taps his imaginary watch, "time is ticking.”

you glance at him once more over your shoulder, before murmuring a dismissive "whatever." getou watches intently as you reposition your board on the edge of the capsule. once again, you place your foot on the nose.

just as you drop in, he spots the mistake. he sees it in an instant, how your front foot gets way too close to the bolts. and that's when it happens—you start to back out halfway through the drop, losing your balance. instead of that graceful, picture-perfect dive you had in mind, it all goes awry. you go the remaining distance on your back, and geto can't imagine how much it hurt when the concrete hit the back of your head.

"are you okay?" getou yells, sitting up in his seat.

you stay silent, and if geto hadn't pushed you to feel the need to prove a point, he would’ve taken the idea of leaving you here more seriously than he is right now. he runs to the edge of where you dropped in, and looks down at you. you’re sprawled out on the ground, hands covering your face.

the first thought that came to mind was to slide down the drop, and so, he does.

immediately, he rushes over to you, crouching down at your side. "hey," he says, but it comes out much more breathless than he had hoped. he tries to pry your arms apart, but you firmly keep them closed.

"c’mon," he asks once more, and there's a noticeable softness in his voice this time. "just give me a chance to help you get back up and look if you need some bandages or somethin’.”

you stay put, and geto debates whether or not to touch you again. it’s only when you mumble, "were you speechless?" that he finally places his hand on your arm, gently rubbing up and down. his touch brings a comforting sensation, soothing and reassuring. he can tell by the way your body responds to his touch, your arms dropping limp.

the corner of your face appears, revealing a scrape above your brow. getou takes note, patting your arm before standing up and reaching out a hand. you raise your head, sigh, and grab it, allowing him to pull you up.

“it’s partially your fault you know,” you say, watching as getou grabs your board.

“how so?”

“peer pressure.”

"i think it was because of your footing." he replies, lowering your board. he places his feet on it, his front one near the bolts. "this is how your foot was when you dived in."

he repositions himself, lowering his front foot. "but this is how you're supposed to do it."

he looks at you, who’s looking at his feet before meeting his gaze.

"more tips come when you agree you need me to give you lessons," he says as he flips your board into his hand, eyes never leaving yours.

he smiles as you roll your eyes. "what? you couldn't possibly expect me to help you for free."

"thirty minutes ago, you said the lessons were, and i quote, 'free of charge'."

"that was before i realized how badly you need help. it could take me ages t—“

"well," you start, and geto raises a brow at your tone. "i think that they should be for free. i mean, you are in debt to me."

"is that so?" he replies, his response more of a challenge than a question.

"uh-huh, and there's a scrape on my head to prove it," you say as you point to it.

getou snorts, “you’ll be just fine.”

"once again, there's actual skin, missing from my forehead."

“and i did that…how?”

“like i said, peer pressure.”

"whatever you say," getou says as he heads back to the sidewalk. “c’mon rookie, let’s go get you a bandaid.”

"alright, but the lessons are just the start of your deb—"

"woahh," he interrupts, looking back at you. "there's a list?"

"of course. another thing on the list is that you buy me lunch."

he looks you over before replying, “whatever you want?”

“whatever i want.”

getou nods and licks his lips, "you’re gonna have to text me your list."

you smile, “you’re gonna have to give me your number.”

he points at you, "it'll only be used for scheduling lessons and discussing my debt."

you salute him, "yes sir," and he shakes his head.

"i'll have to substitute your ‘rookie’ name for solider," getou mentions as he continues his way towards the sidewalk.

you shrug, "i’d give you a nickname but i don't even know your actual name."

he fights the urge to smile, the corners of his mouth twitching. "getou."

"is that your first or last name?"

"well we aren't on a first name basis, now are we?" he says, finally letting his lips fall and twist there way into a grin.

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suguella · 6 months

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PAY WITH PUSSY ꒰ ft suguru geto ꒱

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : your car stops working and the only mechanic in town is geto, your ex boyfriend and he makes you pay, with your pussy.

꒰ CONTENT WARNING ꒱ : explicit content, ex boyfriend trope, porn with (?) a plot , car sex, foul language, cunningulus, oral (m + f), nipple play, degrading, and reader is a female.

꒰ AUTHORS NOTE ꒱ : needed to write this, geto is thee standard i fear. listening to slut me out gave me this idea...divider credit goes to @screampied, check them out. please make sure to reblog and hope you enjoy reading this !

A long day from work, what could possibly go wrong? You thought to yourself as you started your car but later found out it wasn’t turning on. Great, you just jinxed yourself.

It was around 4:50AM so there wouldn’t be any mechanical companies working except for one but that would be a situation then again you really had no other solution.

It was either sleep in your car and freeze to death or text your ex boyfriend which you did.

“Sorry for wasting your time, i just really need to get home.”

He reassured you that everything was okay and your car was good to go but the whole time you were just staring at him, him topless was genuinely giving you a hard time.

It shocked you because 2 years after your break up and he still managed to maintain his flawless looks not to mention you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. “geto, cash or card?” he looked at you with a smirk on his face.

“How about pussy?”

Your guys were in the backseat of your car with you on your knees watching him tighten his fist around his base and pumping it a few times. “You ready?”

You nod as he holds the back of your neck in one hand and the other guides his dick towards you.

You kiss the head while sticking out your tongue and twirling it against the surface immediately tasting the bitter taste before gently sucking with your lips.

You lean forward till he feel him touch the back of your throat.

You wrap your hands around the base moving in rhythm with your mouth while moaning and gagging. his head falls back, “fuck, y/n so fucking good.”

His fingers entangled in your hair, holding it tight, moving with the controlled movement of your head as you bob up and down while making sloppy and harsher thrusts.

You take in everything he gave you as you look up with tear-filled eyes.

He pulled your skirt high up, pulling down your thongs and stuffing it in his back pocket, saving it as a souvenir you thought.

“Geto please” you tug on his hair begging him, his fingers tweak your nipples, teasing you.

His lips crashed into yours swallowing your moans as he dragged one finger over your swollen clit and increasing the pressure.

You uttered a loud moan as you felt his broad fingers soothe the throbbing between your legs.

“Fuck s’good.” You could hear the slick wet sounds of Getos fingers pumping in and out of your poor swollen pussy.

“Look at how fucking wet you are for me.” he pulled out and licked your juices from his fingers, “Sit on my face.”

His fingers found your hips and pushed you down onto him, he sucks your clit, circling his tongue all over your wet folds while licking it slowly up and down.

He payed attention to you’re inner labia nippling it and leaving sloppy kissing.

You rock back and forth as his grip on your hips tighten. you could feel his heated breath. "Fuck, G-Geto." He flicked his tongue in the direction of your inner folds, making you quiver.

You moaned as you reached your climax whilst Geto was too busy slurping on your cum.

“Lets continue this at home.” An idea you was surely looking forward too.

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fluffshisuga · 2 months

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Arcade Games (M.F)

Decided I needed a little fluff with Megumi in an arcade, so made it.

This has been on my mind for like ages, and I need it done. Also, the dragon I imagined while writing this is the Zhongli dragon plush from Genshin impact that I've owned for like 2-3 years, when he's all sleepy :)its 2203 words of just my love for Megumi, honestly.

How annoying, walking around while there are kids yelling and screaming, and for no reason at all. Screaming isn't going to make the machine give you the Pokémon plush. And yet, it didn't seem to bother anyone, Kugisaki was practically yelling with Itadori as well, practically punching the glass as the small box dropped back into the machine. "Oh, come on! It was right there!" Kugisaki yelled, fuming. Megumi shook his head in annoyance, she was making a scene, and shaking Itadori. "Do you think he's too old to experience Shaking Baby Syndrome?" A voice said beside him. Megumi jumped, before turning his head to you, a bright smile on your face. "He acts like a baby...so anything is possible." He said in a dull tone, shaking his head in the direction of their friends. You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "True. Should we prevent that?" You asked, a slightly concerned look on your face as you watched Kugisaki practically abuse Itadori each time she didn't win a prize. Megumi shrugged his shoulders, a sigh leaving his lips. "Too much effort." You chuckled again, turning your gaze to a machine nearby, a cute dragon plush on display inside. "Oh! Look at that one!" You said happily, moving over to the machine with a beaming smile. Megumi sighed, following behind you.

"You know these machines are rigged, right?" He grumbled, looking through the glass at the prizes that littered the bottom. Some were stuffed tightly with others, ensuring that they couldn't be grabbed without wasting a few dozen coins in the process, while others were just to the side where the claw could not reach. You huffed and shook your head, slotting a few coins into the machine. "Even so, it's the experience, right?" You shrugged, causing Megumi to sigh. He watched intensely as you tried to position the claw above the dragon, your tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Megumi smiled softly, finding it just slightly cute. As you dropped the claw down, your eyes widened in excitement as it gripped the plush, pulling it up slowly. "Look!" you said excitedly, grabbing onto his arm for a moment. Megumi let out an amused huff as he watched, his small smile dropping as the dragon fell from the claw a distance away from the drop box. "Oh...let me try again." You said with a smile, determined to get this dragon. Megumi shook his head, looking around for a moment to keep an eye on your other friends. His attention returned to you when a sad sigh left your lips, your head hung in defeat. "All about the experience, huh?" He mumbled, watching you. You shook your head, putting on another smile as you looked around. "There's always another claw machine."

Megumi trailed behind the three of you, a small smile on his lips as he watched you and Kugisaki rush to the arcade games. "How many tickets can we get today?" Kugisaki said with a smile, slotting a few coins into the skee ball machine. You shrugged as you grabbed one of the balls, a smile on your face. "No clue, but I want enough tickets for a big stuffed animal!" Itadori stood next to Megumi, looking around at the claw machines again. "Hey, these machines are really hard, huh?" He sighed, looking at a little tiger plush in the machine next to them. Megumi shrugged; "Like I told y/n, these machines are rigged." Itadori frowned, adding some coins to the machine. "Yeah, but surely you can win something, right?" He moved the claw over the tiger, concentrating as he moved it to the tiger. Megumi watched with an amused grin, waiting for his immediate fail. However, his eyes widened slightly as the claw grasped firmly around the tiger, lifting it up gracefully before moving quickly to the drop box, dropping the plush. "Look at that! You can win!" Itadori said triumphantly, holding up the tiger. Megumi shook his head with a scowl, turning his attention away. "It's just luck." "Isn't that what the game is all about?" "Shut up."

With Itadori's success, Megumi kept his eye on claw machines, trying to see which prize was easy to win. He glanced over at you once again, a small smile on his face as you hopped around different arcade games, a large sum of tickets already in your hand. He walked over to you and tapped your shoulder, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him. "I'm going to look at some things, don't get lost." You jumped slightly from the proximity, before you turned to him with a smile. "Okay! Don't get lost yourself." He chuckled, shaking his head. If anything, he could probably find you at the ticket exchange booth, if he couldn't find you anywhere else. With a final nod, he moved away from the three of you, sliding past other players and children as he made his way to a claw machine; the first one he saw you play. The dragon was still there, laying on its side from your previous attempts to adopt it into your arsenal, and Megumi smiled faintly to himself as he pulled out some coins. He wasn't any good with these machines, so his hopes weren't too high when it came to grabbing this little plush, but he was determined. And if not, summoning a bunny to grab it without anyone knowing will be fine, too. He added a few coins into the machine, eying up the plush as he tapped the joystick, inching the claw with small jolts. He grumbled to himself, watching the claw sway, taking time off for him to actually play. "Come on..." He mumbled, tapping the joystick again. A small sound left the machine as the claw dropped; he was out of time. He watched with a frown as one of the prongs grazed the tail of the dragon, pushing a few fake gems as it hit the bottom of the box, pulling nothing up. "Damn..." He whispered to himself, glaring through the glass. He added more coins into the machine, moving around to see if he could maneuver the claw above the dragon, like when you measure stuff in a cylinder.

It worked too...slightly. He knew the claw was above it now, but he didn't know if it was too behind the plush, or too forward. Why was this so hard? Megumi sighed, deciding that he was close enough, and dropped the claw. He watched inventively as it dropped slowly, wrapping its prongs around the middle of the dragon. With a smile, Megumi thought about the success, and how you would beam when he presented it to you, how your eyes would light up when they met the closed eyes of the dragon, wrapping it around your shoulders and walking around with it proudly... thump! Megumi was pulled out of his thoughts as he looked toward the sound, seeing the dragon hit the side of the Dropbox and falling back among the prizes. His eyes widened as he bit his lip in anger, seething and yet calming himself down so he didn't act like the many children around him. What a dumb excuse for a fit... He sighed, pressing his forehead against the glass, eyeing the dragon with narrow eyes. "I'll get you...don't worry." He mumbled to himself.

"Look! I got so many tickets!" Kugisaki yelled, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. You chuckled, looking at your own collection. "I think we could get some good prizes with these, huh?" You said happily, looking around for the prize booth. "Not yet! We haven't tried this game yet!" Kugisaki yelled, pulling you over to a basketball game. Itadori followed, eyeing the setup with a grin. "Now this is something you can win with skill." He smiled, putting a few coins into the slot. "Hey, no fair! We were after that first!" Kugisaki yelled, slapping him in the shoulder. He yelped in response, holding a basketball up as a shield. "Ow- hey! Calm down, you can have my tickets!" He yelped, peaking at Kugisaki from behind the ball. She scoffed, crossing her arms. "I don't need your tickets, give them to y/n if you need to." She huffed, frowning. You shook your head, urging Itadori to play. "It's fine, besides, we can watch to find a good strategy." You shrugged, a small smile on your face. Kugisaki beamed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. "That's right! See? You're so smart, y/n!" She yelled. You chuckled in response, shaking your head. "Go on, Yuuji."

Megumi walked around the arcade with a grin on his lips, one that he hid behind a small collection of stuffed animals he had won. Without the help of any summons, mind you. He walked around, the dragon you initially wanted wrapped tightly between his fingers, along with a little plush keychain of the same dragon that he found a few machines away, with a little fox plush paired with a cutely knitted pumpkin. He had wanted to win the knitted wolf, to be honest, but the pumpkin was cute as well; and when he came back to the machine with more coins, he watched a kid win the wolf he was after, so there was no way to get it now. Unless he bribed the kid, of course. He moved around people carefully, looking around for you and the others. He began to worry slightly, not seeing you at any of the games, and he actually didn't know where the prize counter was...which he realized he should have learned about before heading off on his own. Luckily, he didn't have to worry much about finding you, when he heard Kugisaki shout in excitement off in the distance. He sighed to himself, chuckling as he followed the cheers and reaching the prize counter, watching as the poor worker had to run around grabbing everything she asked for. He spotted you next to her, a giant plush in your arms, one you must have purchased with all the tickets you won. Megumi deflated a little when he saw the bundle of white fluff in your arms, realizing that he could have just bought you a gift. What was it that you said? It's the experience that counts. He hated to admit, but he had a little bit of fun while hunting for these plushies for you, and the happiness he felt each time he won something. He walked up behind you, leaning to your ear again so you could hear him over Kunisaki's yells. "I'm back."

You smiled as you recognized Megumi's voice, turning to him and beaming at him. In your arms was a giant, fluffy, white wolf, with closed eyes as if it was smiling. It was cute, and you seemed pleased to have it. Megumi smiled softly, looking at the wolf in your arms. "Got your arms full?" He asked, raising a brow. You chuckled, shaking your head. "Good, I hope you have enough hands to hold these, then." He smiled, presenting the prizes he won. Your eyes widened as you looked at the dragon, a large smile growing on your lips. "Really?" You gasped, looking at the bundle of gifts in his hands. Megumi nodded, smiling sheepishly as he avoided your gaze. "You wanted the dragon, so I got it." You handed the wolf to Itadori, smiling as you moved to Megumi and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Really?" You asked again, pressing you face into his shoulder. Megumi's eyes widened slightly as he felt his cheeks warm up, clearing his throat as he tried to play it cool, feeling your breath warm the skin on his neck. "Yes, really. You...seemed upset that you didn't get the dragon, I wanted to see if I could." You chuckled, removing your arms from around his neck as you looked at the collection in his arms. "You gathered a few, did you have fun?" Megumi nodded, his face pink as he avoided your gaze. He did have fun, both with the winning and the thought of you being happy to receive his hard-earned prizes.

"Oh! You know, I actually have something for you, too!" You smiled, taking the wolf back from Itadori. "I got this for you!" You beamed, holding up the wolf to Megumi. He felt his face heat up some more, looking at the prize you won for him. "...Are you sure..?" He frowned, looking closely at it. "You played a lot of games for the tickets...shouldn't you get yourself something?" You shook your head, smiling up at him. "I got it for you." A sigh left Megumi as he smiled warmly, exchanging the stuffed animals with you. He watched happily as you did just what he thought you would, wrapping the dragon around your shoulders and beaming brightly as you practically nuzzled its snout. He helped you attach the keychain to your bag, carefully attaching it to not break it. You put the other prizes into your bag, smiling up at Megumi. "We should do this again! When we have more money, of course." You chuckled, and Megumi nodded, smiling down at you. "And I want that squeaky hammer too! Come on, hurry up!"

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