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[purplem0ss]

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[purplem0ss]

thinking of making a megumi x reader smau... haven't decided on the au yet 🤔

also thank you guys sm for all the notes on my first 2 posts ever 💗💗 its my first time posting anything on tumblr and i wasn't expecting this amount of love from everyone 🤧

[fushivstheworld]

blurb where bf megumi‘s shikigami like you more than him (no warnings) also first post yay!!

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the training grounds as Megumi, exasperated, watched Nue completely ignore his command for the fifth time. Instead, the winged shikigami was perched delicately on your shoulder, nuzzling its feathered head against your cheek with an almost purring sound. Toad, usually so obedient, was currently draped across your lap, occasionally flicking its tongue out to playfully bat at your fingers, while Divine Dog, the most formidable of his companions, was curled at your feet, its head resting on your shoes, letting out soft, contented sighs.

Megumi crossed his arms, a sigh escaping his lips. "It's truly baffling," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "They listen to me for life-or-death situations, but when it comes to just... existing, they've completely defected to you." He watched as you giggled, gently stroking Toad's smooth skin, a serene smile gracing your features. It wasn't just a fleeting thing; ever since you'd started spending time around him, his shikigami had developed an almost obsessive affection for you. Even the usually aloof Great Serpent had, on one memorable occasion, coiled itself loosely around you like a protective guardian, much to Megumi's utter bewilderment.

He couldn't deny the warmth that bloomed in his chest watching them interact with you. It was a side of his shikigami he rarely saw – a softness, a playfulness that only seemed to emerge in your presence. While it was a slight inconvenience when he actually needed them to, say, fetch something or stand guard, he found he couldn't truly be annoyed. Seeing the genuine joy on your face, the way your eyes lit up when Nue offered you a shiny trinket it had found, or how you'd whisper secrets to Divine Dog, made a strange, comforting peace settle over him. Perhaps, he mused, they knew something he didn't. Perhaps they sensed the same quiet comfort and unexpected happiness that you brought into his otherwise tumultuous world. And as Nue let out a soft chirp, nudging your ear, Megumi couldn't help but feel a tiny, almost imperceptible smile tug at the corner of his lips.

ok so this was my first time writing and also my first post on this blog!! I’m gonna make an intro and start a master list soon but until then follow if u enjoyed or want jjk mutuals!! and feel free to send me reqs in my inbox

[applepilvrr]

texts with megumi as suguru geto’s younger sister!

note : this is a slight au where hidden inventory doesn’t really happen and suguru is another teacher at jujutsu high! wow so fun and original… also everyone is like one year up in school. so megumi is a second year.

masterlist part two

[mushyfrogcakes]

Megurmer took 3rd so I did him

taglist: @silentfriday @notdramaticenough @tiaxoxo8 @tialikesglape @ghostlyeggtart @hopefulbageltrashlight @sosterias @mimicosmos8 @casuallycasualspawn @chosoprettygirl @4sh3yes

masterlist

[purplem0ss]

Some hcs of Megumi as your bf ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

Bf!Megumi isn’t a huge fan of pda, but still wants to make sure that everyone knows that you’re with him—keeping it low-key with something like interlocking your pinkies. 

Bf!Megumi has his own way of showing his love for you. It's not loud or bold like most relationships, and hearing an “I love you” from him is a rare occurrence. But every time he leaves your favourite snack in your room, remembers the most random things about you, or helps you catch a plushie from a claw machine that refused to leave its confines, with a gruff, “don’t mention it”, you’re reminded over and over again that he really does love you a lot. 

Bf!Megumi is a great listener. You tend to ramble around him a lot, speaking for the both of you since he’s not that talkative, but you never expect him to remember your thoughtless musings. Until he surprises you with a perfume from your favourite brand with a simple, “you said you liked this one”. 

Bf!Megumi absolutely loves it when you shower him with physical affection, whether it be in the form of light kisses scattered all over his face as a result of cuteness aggression, or snuggling close to him at the end of a long day. He doesn’t initiate often, so whenever you’re touching him in any way, he melts. And when you playfully tease him about it later, he’ll get all quiet and grumpy, but he never denies it.

Bf!Megumi loves kissing you. Sometimes, when the two of you are alone, he’ll wordlessly tug you closer, leaving soft pecks on the corners of your mouth before kissing you slow and deep. He doesn’t do this normally, only on occasions where he’s tired or pent up with stress.

so what do we thinkkk 😋😋

[classygumi]

this was stupid.

you stared at yourself in the mirror—body painted in delicate lace—arms bunched against your chest as you gnawed on the skin around your nails. soft stockings covered your legs, the lacy band digging into the plush of your thighs. the panties were comfy, covering just enough to make you feel secure but leaving enough to be desired.

the top was fitted to your chest, the fabric beneath the cups flowy and see-through. vines of lace swirled throughout the fabric, and tiny bows concealed where the straps met the cups. a matching bow rested on the center of the waistband of the panties, along with one on each stocking at the top of your thighs.

the garment itself wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, it was remarkably wearable. you weren’t itchy, it wasn’t tight in places and loose in others, it was perfect.

the issue was your confidence.

you were still relatively new to relationships, not having much experience but knowing enough to get by. you and leon had been together for about a year now, and he constantly assured you that sex or anything of the sort was never a priority.

and you believed him.

he told you that he would be happy to abide by your wishes until you were ready, and that he would never do anything you didn’t want.

you, shy as could be, were horrible at simply cuddling up to him when you wanted to feel his warmth. you had been trying to send him hints, to quietly display what you were ready for—but leon, bless his heart, would smile warmly and kiss you for being so cute before moving right along.

now, here you stood.

clad in an ethereal lingerie set you’d bought on a trip weeks ago with claire, nerves on fire and your hands shaking. you felt so stupid, so desperate, so vulnerable.

“it’s just leon,” you murmured to yourself, feeling the way your heart constricted at the words. you stared a moment longer.

i’m taking it off.

you slid your fingers beneath the hem of the top, fully prepared to put on your usual pajamas. a low sound made you freeze, and you slowly turned. leon stood in the doorway, holsters still strapped to his thighs and his jacket hung loosely over his arm.

“um…” you trailed off, warming instantly at the way his eyes shamelessly skimmed your figure.

“when did you get that?” he asked, voice curious and deep, “and why does it look like you’re taking it off?”

“a while ago,” you admitted, arms lowering cautiously. leon tossed his jacket to the side, nearing you in an instant. he caught your trembling hands, eyes lifting to meet yours, “you are shaking all over, baby.”

“i’m nervous,” you shifted your gaze away, and he allowed you to hide to recollect yourself. he stepped impossibly closer, peering at you with an intensity that made your heart race. you were standing in front of him—smelling like sugar, summer rain, and a barely noticeable hint of his cologne—wearing lingerie that suited you so well it made his chest ache.

“leon…” you muttered embarrassed, hands trying to push him away. “hm?” he lazily smirked at your glare, tracing a finger along the edge of the panties. he could see his hand beneath the sheer layer of the top, and he could feel his patient restraint very swiftly crumbling.

you were so soft.

plush where he was sculpted, gentle where he was calloused. “what’s wrong?” leon then whispered, “don’t like it?” you shook your head, and he waited. “i do, but it’s just…not what i’m used to,” you leaned against him, and his hands slid beneath the sheer lace to caress your waist. his index finger trailed along your spine, sending slight shivers through your body.

“can i ask you something without you shutting down on me? or shying away?”

you didn’t like the sound of that.

you grumbled in his arms, and his chest rumbled with a laugh, “is this your way of telling me you want me?” leon squeezed you tighter when his words pulled a sad, flustered little sound out of you.

“mm,” he hummed, lips pressing fondly to your hair, “you’re cute.”

“i’m taking it off, and you’re never talking to me about this again—“

“sorry, sweetheart,” leon cut you off, leaning back with a dangerous glint in his eyes, “who said you were taking it off?” your face heated, and he held you when you deflated in his arms. leon was your first serious relationship, and quite frankly, he loved to take advantage of the fact that you were so reactive to things like this.

you gasped when his arm swept under your knees, standing up with you perfectly settled in his arms. he carried you to the bed, one hand still free and undoing the binds of his holsters. he set one of his guns on the dresser, the leather holsters dropping to the ground as he simply stepped away from them.

he laid you down gently, smiling at the way your hair fell around you and the fabric of the lingerie top draped over your skin. your knee bent as a means of hiding, and he watched as your hands covered your face in sheer embarrassment.

“you look perfect,” he murmured, hand sliding down your thigh to shift your bent leg to the side. he made himself comfortable between your legs, and you peeked between your fingers when he moved your legs to frame his hips, “my beautiful girl. all dressed up for me.”

leon lowered his face, pressing his lips against yours. he felt your hands cradle his jaw, legs tightening around him. one of his hands pawed at your thigh, the other slipping beneath your head and embedding itself in your hair.

“new lip balm?” he teased softly, pulling away with a thin strand of spit breaking, “i wonder if all of you tastes as good as you look.”

“it’s new,” your eyes were shiny, lips swollen already and he had barely started, “and you, you can if you—“

“no, baby,” leon corrected gently, hand leaving your hair to grip your chin, “this isn’t about me. it’s what you want.” he kissed your cheek, “what you want my mouth to do,” he kissed your throat, “what you want my hands to do,” he kissed you slowly, “you make the calls. not me, yeah?”

“okay,” you leaned up to kiss his cheek, and his heart melted. “now,” leon sat up, tugging you closer where you were practically sat on his lap, “the fun part is listening to you trying to tell me what you want.”

your eyes widened, realization flooding your expression. warmth pooled in your stomach, and you could already feel the inevitable shame and desperation that you would elicit.

“i—i have to tell you?”

“mhm,” he grinned wickedly, “just gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart. i’ll do it, you know i will, but i gotta know what you want your man to do for you.”

you pursed your lips, eyes averting from his for a split second before he redirected your attention back to him. his warm blue eyes, pupils dilated beyond belief, the gentle tug at the corners of his lips. his palms grounded you, and you nodded, accepting his wishes.

“thank you, baby,” he kissed your forehead, “now, what do you want first?” he trailed off, hands greedily sliding back to paw at you.

“if you need suggestions…i got plenty.”

[zubitter]

If I'm honest, I think the main driving factor behind why I have such an obsession with Megumi is because there is clearly something clinically wrong with that motherfucker

[thedotabovethei]

man I'll never understand people who say megumi pulls out mahoraga too much cus mind you in the FIRST EPISODE, SIX MONTHS(maybe LESS) of jujutsu training and he gotta fight the physical embodiment of total evil with zero prior preparation?? I'd pull out the nuke that is mahoraga too cus if im dying im taking you with me

[mieluno]

[kozusworld]

Thinking about making out with Megumi

“‘Gumi…” You whispered against Megumi’s lips. He was pressing you into the wall. The kiss rushed with his hands on either side of your head so you couldn’t turn away. Megumi didn’t bother to respond choosing to deepen the kiss further by prying your lips open and pushing his tongue in your mouth.

It was messy and so unlike Megumi that you didn’t know what to do except to follow along. You fisted Megumi’s shirt in your hands, tugging him impossibly closer. Megumi made a strange sound and reluctantly pulled away, out of breath. He didn’t pull himself too far, leaning his forehead on yours as he panted in the small space between you two.

“What’s going on with you?” You whispered, a small smile growing on your lips.

“Stop.” Megumi murmured. He wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, tilting his head down, “Just stop talking and kiss me.”

He really didn’t have to tell you twice.

Megumi leaned forward and slotted his lips in between yours, exhaling through his nose. Right now he didn’t need anything else, just you.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated. Roaming hands and desperate touches. The kiss soon became a clash of lips and teeth and Megumi only wanted you closer. If he could he’d tuck himself right underneath your skin and maybe only then would it be enough.

You moved to pull away, out of breath, but Megumi refused. He placed a hand behind your head to keep you from pulling away and tilted his head closer, desperate to keep his lips on yours. As much as you wanted to keep on kissing him your lungs were crying for air. You placed your hands on Megumi’s chest and pushed slightly. Megumi took the hint and with a disgruntled sigh he stopped with the onslaught of kisses. You had expected Megumi to fully part from you and pretend like nothing had happened, as he usually does, but this time Megumi hunches over and begins to press his lips along your collarbone and your neck until he reached your lips again. He continued on like this, pressing short kisses against your lips with half-lidded eyes.

“I love you.” Megumi sighed in between kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle from all of the kisses. Megumi’s heart fluttered in his chest, harsher than he had ever experienced before.

“Tell me you love me.” Megumi asked quietly, brushing your bangs away from your eyes.

“I love you.”

[opp314]

when your "friend" has a really cozy shoulder to lean on

[purplem0ss]

w.c: 684

You remember that night. You had gone out of your dorm for a little walk to clear your head, when you bumped into the very person that had been plaguing your thoughts and preventing you from sleeping in the first place. 

“Megumi!”, You gasped, not expecting to run into him at this hour. “What’re you doing out so late?”  

“Could ask you the same question” he responded, eyebrows raised in curiosity, looking nonchalant as ever even in his pyjamas. 

Your cheeks burned as you stammered, trying to think of a reply that wasn’t a lie, but still not an outright confession. 

“Couldn’t sleep.”, You sighed, deciding that it was the most truthful thing you could say at the moment. “You?”

“Same here.” He shrugged, hands in his pockets as he stared down at you with an expressionless look. 

God, he’s so pretty, you thought, moonlight making him look more ethereal than usual. 

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In the end, you two decided to sit on a bench together, choosing to bask in each other's company in silence rather than talk about things that didn’t really matter at the moment. 

That was why you and Megumi were friends in the first place. You both found the quiet comfortable, so there was never any need to make unnecessary small-talk.

Plus, this way it was much easier to avoid the feelings that you both had been dancing around like idiots for months now. 

You can’t remember what made you do it. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, seeing as it was well past midnight, or perhaps there was genuinely something in the air. 

More likely, however, it was probably the way the moonlight made his emerald eyes shine as he looked at you, gaze dropping down to your lips for a second too long before staring back into your eyes again. You could’ve been imagining it, but you thought you could see a faint blush dusting his cheeks. 

Or it might’ve been the gentle breeze blowing through his hair, carrying with it the scent of pine and mint, making you want to press your nose to his neck and just inhale, until it filled your lungs, your head, your entire being. 

Whatever it was, you shifted just a little bit closer to him on the bench, shoulders brushing and breaths mingling. 

“Megumi…” you had murmured. In response, he hummed softly, the sound a question, although he already knew what it was that you wanted. 

You shifted forward until your nose brushed his, pausing as if asking for permission to continue. Instead of responding, he surprised you by closing the gap, his lips slotting against your own as if they were two puzzle pieces that were meant to fit together. 

Releasing a shaky breath that you didn’t even realise you were holding, you kissed him back, lips moving with his in a soft, slow dance. There was no rush, and you wanted to savour this. 

His hand came up to cup your cheek, cold fingers pushing your hair behind your ear. Your own hand moved to hold his other, fingers interlocking with his tightly.

You smiled against his lips, causing him to hum quietly, moving closer to you if that was even possible. 

After what seemed like an eternity, yet it still wasn’t long enough, you two finally pulled apart, chests rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. 

Megumi looked at you, and did something he didn’t do often. He smiled. And actual boyish grin broke through his usually stoic expression, and the fact that the tips of his ears were currently bright red made him look even cuter. But before you could say anything, he cupped the nape of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to complain.

First fic kinda nervous 😛