Whiplash

[lishenmain]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 24.01.25. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Finally, after 214 days, I got married to the love of my life.

Let's create more memories together 💗

[lukanettedaily]

“i won’t let anything happen to you~”

[bambieheart444]

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[bambieheart444]

2026!!

[megumiangel]

ᡣ𐭩 BF TEXTS ! except you're (both) a bit mean... ⤷ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader

tw; kys jokes. ✮ yuuji vers!

pls appreciate my hard work it took me 20 mins to edit the my little pony episode onto the last pic 😣

[kaekuna-deactivated20260310]

i just want you, touching my face a/n: if u listen to the song as u read this fic i will kiss you with my hot mouth. i love malcolm todd so much and this is my first time writing gumi baby 🥺 this for @sixxels's valentines event ༉‧₊˚.

everyone adores you— well, at least megumi does. 

you’re his eye candy. eyes akin to a young doe's, a laugh so soft it could transcend heaven itself, and smile like sheep freshly sheared. megumi’s friends are tired of him gushing about you for hours on end, describing your every movement that day in the lecture hall. once there was a group of guys making dirty comments towards you and your friends and megumi couldn’t help but glare daggers into him while his hands balled up into fists. 

yuuji says it’s parasocial. megumi thinks it isn’t completely one-sided. 

you know there’s an unspoken kind of love between the two of you. you’ve noticed him stare at you for long periods of time during your boring biology lecture. it’s only when you steal a glance in his direction he quickly averts his gaze. there’s not much you can do after that stupidly bright pink flush begins to spread across your cheeks and when your friends poke your arms. 

you know you like him, but you’ve always been a shy thing. from the slightest brush against your shoulders to the tiny waves he greets you with, you’re fawning over him like a schoolgirl and her very first crush. megumi’s overheard some of your conversations after class. “did you see the way fushiguro looked at you?!” “he wants that cookie so bad. do something!” “you guys are so weird! it was just a friendly look, right?” “girl, whatever.” 

your friends love teasing and poking you about it in your dorm room when you’re curled up against your pillows. they’ll watch from your phone as you scroll on instagram on a burner account going through his every post and highlight. sometimes they’ll even make out-of-the-blue comments about him (or his dad). 

“have you seen fushiguro’s dad?” one of your friends sighs dreamily. “do you think it matters that he’s like, more than twice my age?”

“nope! we’re adults now. and valentines day is around the corner!” your other friend answers sing-songingly, grinding her nails against a filing tool. she turns on to her side to look at you. “you should totally like, ask fushiguro out on a date. actually, he should— but you talk to him first. the ball always goes in.” 

you playfully roll your eyes at her comment. “even if it was him, ball would go in either way.” 

yeah, this definitely isn’t one sided. 

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valentines day is in two days. everyone’s got a lover on their arm and it seems that you and megumi are the only ones who don’t (yet). sure, you’ve got a bunch of guys scrambling around in your messages wondering if you’re free for a date. but they’re not the ones you want— you’re longing for that cute guy in your biology class who happens to be megumi. 

today’s lecture was a little more tedious and long, so you’re a bit confused with the material. megumi notices you scrambling through your notes after the lecture and decides its judgement day. at first he’s cautious to approach, but he does so anyways with the encouragement of yuuji in the very back. megumi shuffles over to you and clears his throat. 

“hey.” he says, hands in his jean pockets. “you seemed lost with the material during the lecture.” what are we doing?! he thinks to himself. i am so. fucked. “do you want to study with… uh, me?” this is literally a public humiliation ritual. 

your eyes widen at his proposal. you can feel your face heating up and hear your friends giggling from the entrance of the room. “a-are you sure, fushiguro? today’s lesson was kinda long and i don’t wanna bo—“ you’re cut off by his raised hand in the air. 

“you could never be a bother.” megumi finishes, a pink hue growing on his cheeks. he’s realising the weight of his last sentence, the feelings he’s implying. then it’s all out. “i-know-we’ve-been-playing-eye-tag-for-the-past-three-months-but-i-just-think-you’re-so-beautiful-and-i-like-you.” megumi lets out a long sigh after that giant confession. 

you freeze, heart picking up it's pace, face now displaying a prominent pink, and eyes sparkling. “well, i guess i could say the same for you, fushiguro.” you admit, your signature smile making its way onto your lips. megumi’s face is beginning to flush quickly at your words. “you probably know, but valentines day is riiight around the corner,” you tease. 

megumi’s entire face is now red. “well, if that’s the case, i would love for you to be my valentine.” his hand slaps itself over his mouth, and you let out a laugh. you sound so damn beautiful, he could listen to you all day. 

“i would be honoured, fushiguro.” you answer. 

let's fucking go!!! megumi cheers in his head. “tomorrow at 3 in the afternoon, if that’s alright with you.” you check your calendar and nod. “well, then i guess it’s a date.” he says, a rare smile inching onto his face. 

“and please, call me megumi.” 

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roses, tulips, daisies, sunflowers, why are there so many kinds of flowers? megumi ended up dragging yuuji along with him to trader joe’s to help him craft the perfect bouquet for you. they have white buttercups and pale-blue irises in the shopping cart, but they’re short one different flower type. 

“c’mon, fushiguroooo,” yuuji groans, leaning his head against the shopping cart’s handle. “can’t we just do another iris? we’ve been in this section forever.” it first took megumi thirty minutes to choose the irises as the base flower, then another twenty for the buttercups, and it’s been nearing twenty-five for the last ones. 

megumi shoots him a dirty look. “no.” he states simply. “i did not risk everything in my life just to create a mediocre bouquet for my future wife.” he holds up a wrap with lilies and another with orchids. “which one? answer and we can go.” 

yuuji ponders for a moment, imagining your face next to the two flowers. “lilies, definitely.” he answers confidently. megumi mutters a small yes! and adds the bundle to the cart. “can we go now?” yuuji whines, flinging his body across the cart. 

megumi takes a hold of the cart and drags it away from the flowers. “no. i forgot to grab a card.” he answers.

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you’re finishing up your hair when you hear a low hum outside of your dorm window. when you look outside, it’s none other the fushiguro megumi and his black car. he’s leaning against the side of the passenger seat, looking up right at you through the window. 

you open your window to speak to him properly. “i’ll be down in a bit!” you call out, waving your hand so he can see you. once you grabbed your bag and folder, you’re scurrying down the apartment stairs. almost immediately megumi’s eyes softened when they landed on you. 

“hey there, beautiful.” he greets, wrapping his arms around you. megumi’s head is perched on top of yours and he’s breathing in your smell. a new perfume, he thinks. it’s not your usual with the coconuts and palm leaves— this one’s a vanilla and caramel scent. god, he wishes he could stay here forever and just swim in you. 

your eyes light up when you notice the beautifully wrapped bouquet on his car hood. “are those… for me?” you whisper, words trailing off. you’re making out lilies, irises, and buttercups all neatly wrapped in parchment paper with a green-blue ribbon tying it all together. 

megumi carefully picks the bouquet up and hands it to you. he’s rubbing his head sheepishly when you’re analyzing every flower. “i made it myself.” he explains, pointing out every flower. “sorry, i was unaware of what flowers you li—” he’s cut off when you get on your tip-toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “i... i— do you like it?” he asks, heart racing. 

“i love it, gumi.” you smile, face radiating some sort of dopamine that keeps him going. and you called him gumi. your eyes are darting across the card tucked neatly between the lilies. “and yes, i would love to continue things with you.”

megumi can barely keep it in. he lifts you up into the air and spins you around, inciting a laugh from you. once you’re on the ground, he captures your lips in a deep kiss. you taste even sweeter than you look. megumi’s practically got heart eyes by the time the two of you pull away. you smile and leave a soft peck on his nose. 

ugh, megumi loves you so much!

tags: @iheartanzai @killakuna @emergencyjulie @icebearcucumber @shrewdreader @eraserbread @gyusheadphones @fricks @cassideezlife @dollhousesinner @whispers-of-aurora @sixxels

[sqstorus]

meet sororitygirl!reader 𓂅 ⠀ ݁ ˖  𓏲 ﹒ ꜝ

001⠀˖ PERSONALITY! ⠀

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 your average queen bee — polished, beautiful, and completely aware of the power she holds. thats her. always on top of her classes, captain of the cheerleading team, have both guys and girls falling for her.

she’s quite literally the definition of CHARISMATIC, she’s charming and magnetic. most of the college campus adores her, meanwhile some people have it out for her.she doesn’t act on instinct no, she plans.

if she wants something (or someone.) she finds a way to get it everytime.

being socially dominant is basically her job. she understands hierarchy and controls it. she’s nevers lashes out, atleast not in public. instead of yelling like she oh so desperately wants too she prefers the classy way.

she’ll give you a backhanded compliment or start a rumor about you, depends on how she’s feeling that day.

she’s definitely the biggest brat you’ll ever encounter, she always gets what she wants!

002⠀˖ CLOSET!

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 fanatic, anything pink she has to have it. clothes, lipgloss, hairties, lingerie, you name it she has it in pink.

her rotation of clothes is either a two piece set, her usual skirt and a top that compliments her breast, or some skimpy top and something with blue jeans. sometimes she’d wear sweatpants if she’s feeling lazy.

she’s not against wearing sneakers, but who would want to wear those things? at her apartment, she has a whole room designed just for her heels, she calls the room her “heel palace.”

she hates when you get her anything other than pink, if its blue? she’ll curse you out.

003⠀˖ LOVE INTEREST!

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 can be shipped with anybody, preferably not professor!anybody.

she can go into any fandom college au. ( hq , jjk , bleach , mha , aot , etc )

most of the time she’d be with frat!jo, frat!kuna, masc!maki, and or, emochoso or emogeto!

004⠀˖ EXTRA INFORMATION!

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 a virgin. yes! i know that’s probably hard to believe but she’s never had sex, she claims she’s “celibate.”

she’s bisexual. she goes both ways!

this reader can be any ethnicity that you want her too be! i’ll try making her exclusive to everyone.

she’s loves the vampire diaries, her favorite character is katherine or qetisyah.

underneath all her bitchness, she’s actually a sweetheart deep down that wants geninue friends.

hated when anybody tells her no, did i forget to mention she’s a crybaby? whenever she doesn’t get her way she just cries until she does.

shes a nepo baby, her father owns a law firm and her mother is the superintendent of the college she attends.

LOVES getting her nails done. she’s claims it a “reset from all the evil” she’s done but, she’ll do it all again.

© 2026 SCARJOWIFEY COPYRIGHT RESERVED

[overa-art]

I will soon publish part 6 of the comic "Homecoming", but now my handsome Luka for you ))

[r5x95r13ros]

rkgk and wips. spamming with these.

[chuulyssa]

megumi bullies (not) you after you confessed you’re scared of dogs

you were curled into the far corner of the couch, knees drawn up like a shield, watching him with the wariness usually reserved for approaching a strange animal in an alley.

which, to be fair, was exactly what you were doing.

megumi crouched in the middle of the living room rug, one knee on the floor, expression flat as always. his black divine dog sat obediently at his side, ears pricked, tail giving one slow thump against the carpet. the white one — the girl — paced a lazy circle a few feet away, pink tongue lolling, clearly bored of being on best behavior.

“stop looking at me like i’m about to feed you to them,” megumi muttered.

“i’m not.”

“you literally are.”

he reached out without looking and curled long fingers around your ankle, tugging until your leg straightened a little. not roughly, just insistent.

“come ‘ere.”

you didn’t move.

his eyes flicked up, unimpressed. “you’re being dramatic.”

“they have teeth, ‘gumi.”

“so do i.” he tilted his head, mouth curling just enough to show a sliver of canines. “you let me bite you last week.”

heat crawled up your neck. “that’s different!” you snapped.

“is it?” he patted the space beside him once. “down, girl.”

you glared. he stared back, completely unbothered.

after ten full seconds of silent standoff, you sighed and slid off the couch onto your knees, crawling the last meter like you were approaching a bomb.

kuro’s (the black one’s) ears rotated forward. his nose twitched.

you froze.

megumi’s hand settled on the back of your neck to steady you.

“he’s not going to eat you,” he said, quieter now. “he knows better.”

you swallowed. “he’s staring.”

“he’s curious. you smell like me.” his thumb brushed once behind your ear, almost absentminded. “that makes you pack.”

your heart did something stupid and loud.

megumi shifted closer until his shoulder pressed against yours. then he reached out with his free hand and sank fingers into the thick ruff at kuro’s neck.

“look. like this.”

he scratched slowly, deliberately. the big wolf-dog leaned into it, eyes half-lidded, huge head tilting so megumi could get under his jaw.

“see? he likes it.”

after a long beat, megumi’s fingers slid off the dog… and wrapped loosely around your wrist instead. your breath hitched.

he didn’t force you forward. just guided slowly, giving you every second to pull away.

your fingertips brushed warm fur. kuro huffed once through his nose. you flinched.

megumi clicked his tongue, sharp and annoyed. “don’t be a baby.”

“‘m trying—”

“try harder then.”

but even as he said it, his grip on your wrist stayed gentle — almost tender. his other hand stayed at your nape, thumb stroking once, soothing.

you let your palm flatten against kuro’s shoulder. the shikigami turned his head just enough to look at you with one dark amber eye.

megumi leaned in until his mouth brushed the shell of your ear.

“he’s not moving,” he murmured. “because I told him not to.”

shiro chose that moment to trot over, curious, tail wagging in big loose circles. megumi’s hand left your neck and shot out in a flat palm toward her — silent command. she sat immediately, tongue still out, looking delighted.

“good girl,” he said absently, then flicked his gaze back to you. “your turn.”

you swallowed hard. extended trembling fingers toward shiro. she sniffed once — wet nose cold against your knuckles — then pushed her whole face into your palm like a cat demanding pets.

a startled laugh burst out of you. megumi’s mouth curved barely. “told you.”

shiro’s tail thumped. you giggled again, nervous and relieved at once. then she yipped. 

you jerked your hand back like you’d been burned. megumi’s eyes narrowed instantly. the white dog froze. ears pinned. tail stopped dead.

he gave her a single, cold look — the kind he usually saved for special-grade curses. she dropped to her belly, chin on paws, looking appropriately guilty.

you blinked when megumi turned back to you. “she’s sorry.”

“oh.”

“yea.”

“tell her it’s fine.”

when megumi turned to pet the dog, you huffed.

“what?” he deadpanned.

“i wanted you to bark.”

a/n: if u send me requests within the next 10 minutes im gona speedrun writing RNNN im so motivated for some reason

© chuulyssa 2026 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[mokkiaun]

✿ synopsis : megumi accidentally finds his new muse … ╱ fluff ֢ photographymajor!megumi ֢ college au ֢ quiet!fem!reader

the breeze was soft and gentle while intimate, balmy rays of sunlight cascaded down warmly, all that could be heard was the hushed ruffling of lone leafs that littered the concrete floor and the dull tapping coming from your laptop.

you shuffled mindlessly through a pile papers, highlighting and jotting down annotations before typing on your laptop again— oblivious to the awestruck figure rooted in his spot behind a stone pillar.

megumi hadn’t meant to linger or stare, sleek camera hanging from around his neck, black hair ruffling against the wind as his brows furrowed at your distant frame.

he just did.

he wasn’t known by you and you weren’t known by him, different majors, different buildings, different everything.

it was strange really, how unfathomably interested and intrigued megumi felt to the quiet and almost shy air that floated around you— a gravitational pull that wasn’t forced, but just there.

the small scrunch of your nose and knitting of your brows before a content sigh left your lips, quickly jotted something down.

it was endearing.

megumi hadn’t realised he’d reached for his camera before it was in-front of his right eye, slender fingers expertly toying at the buttons that covered the camera with unconscious precision.

the sun hit your face perfectly just as a small smile made it’s way on your lips.

click.

megumi gasped, dropping the camera as it hit against his chest with a small thud.

did he really just take a picture of an unknown girl?

it was undeniably good— speaking from a logistical point of view, of course.

the sun gave a golden, blurry effect though your face was still visible, smile soft and airy as you leaned closer to your laptop screen.

“pretty..” he murmured, cheeks tinted a light pink.

it became a comforting -and slightly odd- routine for megumi, changing his route from his tuesday class permanently to catch you peacefully studying under the lush, green oak trees.

“hey fushi’! who’s that girl?” yuji gasped.

nobaras head whipped around, brown bob splaying over her face. “girl? what girl? fushigoru has a girl on his laptop?!” she whisper shouted, leaning over yuji to take a gander at the bright screen.

megumis dryly coughing as he quickly shut his laptop uncharacteristically hard, resting his arms over the cover.

“project.. homework.”

nobara squeaked, “hey! thats—” megumis lashes fluttered at the foreign name.

“so that’s her name..”

“ah-ha! knew it!” she grinned, resting an elbow smugly on yujis shoulder— who just stared at his best friend with disbelief.

“wow fushi’..”

“don’t call me fushi’…” he grumbled, turning away with a small pout.

“so you take pictures of girls?” nobara teased, one brow raised inconspicuously.

“..don’t say it like that.” he groaned, bring a hand to his face as his brows furrowed in annoyance. “I’m not a stalker.”

she giggled, putting both arms up into the air in mock surrender. “hey.. just saying it how I see it.”

megumi was silent, nervously toying with his worn laptop case. “I don’t know.. she gives me,” he paused, “..inspiration, I guess.”

yuji blinked, “you should go say hi man!”

“..yeah— no. that’s the worse idea you’ve ever had.”

but here megumi was, lips pursed as he stared at your familiar frame. the walk was painful, eyes squinted at your unsuspecting form, “..uh- hey.”

you jumped, placing a hand to your chest as you shot up at the sound. “oh! ah.. hi.” you blinked profusely, eyes darting anyway but the wide-eyed boy in-front of you.

“..I’m megumi.”

you slowly smiled, “I’m—”

“I know.”

your mouth dropped, megumi breathed in through his nose.

“sorry.. my friend.. she knows you— talked about you..”

“oh right.. yeah.” you trailed off.

it was silent again, eyes downcast as you twiddled with your jumper.

megumi stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. “I was wondering, did you wanna’..” he paused, staring to the side.

“did you wanna’..be friends?” he quickly grunted out, heat rising up the back of his neck as he rubbed it.

“..friends?” you repeated, he nodded slowly.

“yeah.. that’d be nice, megumi.” a small smile lighting up your face.

his lips curved upwards, eyes softening just slightly. “..good.”

he’d tell you about the pictures another day.

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[kissthesword]

can i please request smth like angst fluff where megumi x reader argue (as a boyfriend & girlfriend) and he accidentally brings her to tears. i really love you megumi writings you’re really talented!

i’m sorry

he doesn’t mean to say it, he doesn’t even mean it, it just kind of slipped out in the heat of the moment. megumi was never good with communication or arguments, his main motive was always winning.

you can’t blame him, growing up with no real parental figure makes it harder for megumi to open up, or even work through his emotions like others do.

but nevertheless his words broke something in you.

he knew he was wrong the second the words left his mouth, he wanted to take it all back the minute he saw shiny tears well in your eyes, when your lip wobbled ever so slightly. he wanted to apologise, truly he did but he just couldn’t. he didn’t know how.

your face crumpled as you realised he wasn’t going to back down, expression cold as he watched fat tears roll down your cheeks. you wanted to cuss him out, scream at him for what he said but you bit your tongue and scurried off into the bathroom.

megumi’s jaw clenched, fists balling as the weight of what he said sunk in. thoughts circling his brain, mentally scolding himself for being so mean to you. he stood there for what felt like hours, body stiff, refusing to move.

finally he managed to walk over to the bathroom, body shaking as he stepped. a trembling knuckle came up to rasp at the door, pausing for a few seconds before doing so. your voice came back broken, “what?”

he had never heard this tone before, something between rage and a cry. your voice seemed horse, like your throat was dry. megumi didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say so instead he leaned his head abasing the door with a soft thud.

“i-i don’t know why i said that.” his voice was small, almost nervous as he spoke. he heard a sniffle, and shuffling from the other side of the door but no reply.

megumi slid down onto the floor, back now facing the door as he leaned against it. he already missed you, your warmth, your voice, you. he knows he can’t take back what he said and he doesn’t trust himself to apologise just yet so he does the only thing he can.

he waits.

he waits for you to calm down, for you to be okay speaking to him again, even if that takes hours, or even days.

megumi will wait, because he loves you.

the air is thick and awkward, your sniffles breaking the silence every few minutes. “d-did you m-mean it?” your voice was wobbly through, hiccups escaping you as your quiet voice cut through the tension.

megumi felt his heart sink, how could you ever think he meant it. his heart shatters all over again at the thought of you thinking down on yourself because of him. “i said before, i don’t know why i said it. i didn’t mean any of it…” his voice trailed off, an apology stuck like a lump in his throat.

silence stretched over the two of you once again, he could hear your stuttering breaths from the bathroom, your little hiccups as you tried to calm yourself. he wanted to hold you, to tell you he’s sorry, to make it all disappear.

his stomach twisted into knots at the thought of your beautiful face stained with tears, eyes puffy, and mouth dry. the thought alone sent a pang through his chest.

megumi slowly rose from the floor, hand reaching up to press against the door as he leaned his head against it once again. softly, he spoke your name—quiet, reserved—he didn’t wait for an answer before continuing.

“i’m—i’m an ass for what i said, alright? i don’t deserve you, you’re so kind and patient and i’m just a mess and i fuck up i know but please don’t be mad just let me see you and fuck—i’m sorry.” everything spilled out of him at once, every though, every praise dropped from his tongue in a rapid ramble.

his eyes were closed, a silent beg for you to talk to him. megumi heard the lock click, hope settling into him at the sound. you emerged from the bathroom, eyes red and puffy, cheeks stained with your tears. he wanted to scoop you up, tell you that he’ll do anything to make it up to you.

instead, megumi dropped to his knees and embraced your legs. curling up against you as stray tears trailed down his cheeks. he was mumbling apologies into your legs as if he couldn’t stop himself, face hidden from your view so you wouldn’t see his vulnerable state.

you didn’t talk to him yet, you weren’t ready, he understood but he was overjoyed by the fact that you were ready to at least see him, to allow him to hold you. you gently sank down onto the floor, embracing your boyfriend as he shook against you.

you knew he didn’t mean it, you knew he struggled with this type of stuff. you loved that he tried for you.

you loved him and all his flaws.

[megguru]

I WANT YOU 2! (=͟͟͞♡)

synopsis: reader is down bad, megumi is no longer in denial. (it’s better to read this after part 1!)

(a/n): pt 2’s make me anxious… TT i can’t tell if this is the worst thing i’ve ever made or if it’s cute. it’s 3AM and i’m a bit sleepy, but i hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless!

taglist: @xotittyloverxo @restrictionsapply

[manicpixiedreamkira]

good afternoon guys fushiguro megumi canonically has abs and a v line and im totally normal about that

[ruyakasunshine]

Megumi is such a tragic character like i'm not even kidding i don't think we talk enough about it.

He's lost his mom before he even knew her, his dad abandoned him when he was so young he couldn't even remember his face.

He's got a power too big for him to yield, so much more than he'd ever have wanted, all to become a sorcerer, something he has never had any interest in. Not until he lost his sister to a curse anyway—that's when he decided that he wanted to use those powers and save her.

And then he loses that sister to those very powers, his own two hands and his own power, while he was nothing but a prisoner in his own mind, caged away, being able to do nothing but to witness as the king of curses put an end to her.

He sees his body kill his mentor, the man that had saved him from whatever shithole his dad had left him to—the shithole Gojo might not even have bothered to save him from, were he not a sorcerer. Gojo recruited him for his technique, only for that technique to be his end.

He didn't get to say any last words to Tsumiki. He didn't get to say a proper goodbye to Gojo.

The fandom might run their mouth and joke around him, but I genuinely believe his character is wasted in a manga like jjk.

[ryoride]

𝜗𝒞 wet at the thought of your responsible boyfriend ⌇ m.fushiguro

"Mm." Megumi hummed, stretched out under the new bed frame from Ikea he was putting together—abs flexing as he shoved the pieces into place. "Y/n, can you hand me the hammer?" He glanced up, sweat-slick hair stuck to his forehead, the sight of him already driving you insane.

Fuck, why did he need to be so attractive right now?

"Huh? What'd you say, Gumi?" You blinked, tearing your eyes from his body and glancing at the tools he'd splayed in front of your lap when he'd gotten back with the new bed.

"Hammer." He sighed, resting his head back against the hardwood floor, holding the frame together with one hand as you passed him the hammer, watching as the muscles in his arm flexed, tapping the pieces in place.

"We didn't even need a new bedframe, Gumi." You groaned, resting your hands on your knees as he shot you a glare.

"Says the one who attacked me last night." He hissed, setting the hammer down next to him. "We're civilized adults. We're not sleeping on the floor because you couldn't wait for—"

"Hey, I'm not the one who broke the headboard. That was all you, big guy." You teased, nudging his thigh with your foot as he sat up in the bed frame, leaning over to flick your shoulder.

"You were begging me to go harder; don't try to pin it on me." Megumi groaned, grabbing his discarded top to wipe his face off before sliding out under the wooden bars. "What do you think?" He motioned at the bed with one hand—the other grabbing his tools and dragging them from under the bed.

"Looks sturdy." You hummed, glancing over at the box spring and mattress pressed against the wall, waiting to be placed in their new home.

"It better be. I'm not going bankrupt because you're insatiable," Megumi mumbled, dropping his tools back in his bag as he felt your hand begin trailing up his spine. "Mm. Don't start."

"But baby, we have to christen the bed, don't we?" You whispered, planting a small kiss to the back of his shoulder.

"You mean you want me to break it on the first night?" He rolled his eyes, swatting your fingers away as they attempted to run over his abs. "Not happening."

"But Megs. You looked so hot putting it together, really. This is your fault. You're just so hot when you're responsible." You mumbled, raking your nails gently down his back, leaning close to his ear. "Besides... if I stand right now, tears will run down my thighs."

"Jesus Christ, Y/n." He croaked, stiffening, though leaning just enough in your touch for your lips to brush his ear—biting down a small smile as you moved to press a kiss to his temple.

"C'mon, Megs, please, baby?" You whispered into his ear, pressing your palm firmly to his back. "I need you... Don't you need me too?"

There it was, the crack—you could feel it in the way his muscles tensed, he was going to give in.

"How is that even a question?" He rasped, pulling away from your touch, reaching for the comforter. "Here, lie on this." He lifted you with one arm just enough to toss it under where you were sitting. "Floors too cold."

"Oh? A gentleman," you teased, lying back on the plush fabric as he crawled on top of you.

"Oh. A brat." He hissed, grasping your hips as he untied your PJ bottoms, tugging them down slowly, hands squeezing at the flesh of your thighs. "Look at you... You really were all worked up."

He leaned over your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, pulling back in perfect time to watch as your face flushed. "Megumi—" you whined, getting cut off as he bit into your neck.

"There it is; there's my favorite noise." He mumbled against your skin, slipping his hand under the elastic of your panties, "Think you can keep making it?"

He bit down a chuckle at the sound of your gasp and the feeling of your hand gripping his wrist as his cold fingers teased at your clit. "Jesus." You whined, pressing a hand to your mouth as he lapped his tongue over the bite marks.

"Mm. Baby, you weren't kidding about tears running down your thighs; you really are soaked." He rasped, pulling back just enough to smile at your flustered expression. "C'mon, you wanted this; don't hide now."

"Shut up." You hissed, gasping softly, pulling your hand from your mouth to brush his cheek as his fingers slipped down; already slick with your juices, he began swirling them over your entrance. "That's just cruel."

His only answer to that was thrusting his fingers into your twitching cunt and curling them against your gummy walls. "What was that?" He mused, watching as your eyes rolled back.

"Son of a bitch—"

"C'mon, that's all it took?" He rasped, pumping his fingers at a gentle pace, listening to the sloppy squelches as his thumb ran over your clit. "Don't tap out yet, pretty girl; stay with me."

"Stop talking." You whimpered, pressing your palm to his mouth, "Just—fuck—just be quiet for me, please?"

Megumi simply nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm as he continued his lazy thrusts, pulling your hips onto his lap with his free hand, fingers reaching deeper as you writhed around on his thighs.

"ohgod, ohgod, right there." You whispered, head falling back against the blanket as he curled his fingers in your fluttering walls, holding you steady as your thighs began to tremble, pressing a few soft kisses to your palm, speeding his wrist up slowly.

With one final flick of his wrist, he felt your walls spasming around his curled fingers, and the gush of your release soaked his lap & stomach with a sinful whimper, squeezing his face for a second before releasing with a huff.

"You—no fair." You whispered, still dazed as he pulled his slick fingers from your still-twitching cunt up to his mouth, slowly licking them clean. "Megumi no—"

"There." He whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. "We both got a treat. Now it's fair."

[netlench]

emo yoshikaru