MegumiMeow

Megumi is my fav character EVERRR mainly write smut and fluff P!atd stan!!

[owwllly]

megumi's treasure

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'Thinking of you' by Katy Perry but it's just reminiscing about your mum before she lost her spark and became uninterested

[xztadori]

i forgot to post this >_<

[drawthefae]

decided to not spend too much time on this and just cleaned up the sketch cause I didn't like how it was turning out

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Do yall have any good fic recs for veterinarian megumi x fire fighter yuji they have my heart🥹

[n4tek]

Festival

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everyday I wish I was a boy but I also don't exactly mind being a girl I wish I could shapeshift at will. If I could I would most likely just be a boy most of the time anyways.

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I yearn for more megumi merch :')

[itsokaytoenvy0]

yuuji is a yearner fr

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Guys if you fuse itafushi and panic at the disco my autistic ass will barely be able to handle without exploding from excitement🥹🙏

[serendptyy]

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Finding anyway to make this about my boy Megumi but I've genuinely fucked up my hair so I have to wear it in a side part now.I lk fuck with it heavy now so it's all cool🥲

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It's late and I have a DESPERATE urge to talk about itafushi so I'm dumping my brain out on here🥲

.When it comes to itafushi dynamics I definitely see both megumi and yuji as switches with megumi mainly bottoming and yuji topping.

.Megumi has always been the bottom to me as it shows his more vulnerable side which he only trusts yuji to fully see. Yuji definitely tops but he's super gentle with it, making sure whatever he's doing is okay. Like when Yuji fucks he's makes LOVE to Megumi.

.I lk HATE the people that dumb down yuji to a helpless twink just because he's a sunshine type character and that goes for megumi aswell.I feel like people forget these two are buff asf and literal jujutsu sorcerers they're far from helpless.

.I feel like Megumi would be godly with his hands because of all the hand signs he throws up for his shikigami.He definitely has long, pale and veiny hands with long af fingers.Yuji would be amazing with his mouth I've always seen him as an eater but he would give phenomenal blow jobs.

.Megumi def the type whine and grunt but he would get shy and try muffle it with a pillow.Yuji also grunts and loves to hear megumi moan.Yuji is also hundred percent the type to smile and chuckle during it.

.But I definitely think when they switch Megumi is DOMINANT. Yuji is more of a sub so he dosent mind at all.i think the times where megumi tops is when he angry fucks or gets jealous.

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.Ok I think that's it I need to stop and get tf to bed 😭 it's so hard though I'm literally hyperfixated on itafushi I don't think you guys get how much I love this ship it hurts my head

.I'm definitely going to post some more pics tommorow I'm in flowstate

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Yuji walks in on Megumi relapsing

(Angst,comfort)

Tw:depictions of sh

Megumi sat alone on the floor of his dorm, his knees pressed close against his chest as he rested his back on his bed frame. The small room was hardly lit, the only source of lighting coming from the setting sun, softly peaking through the drapes on his window. His bedroom, although being terribly dingy and dull, felt like the only barrier Megumi had from the weighing stress of daily life, espescially as a jujutsu sorcerer.

Megumi picked up the blade led out next to him as he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt with his sweat coated palms. Despite his hands shaking as they hovered over his wrist, he harshly began to slide the blade over his pale skin, creating multiple cuts organised in a row that scaled down his inner arm.

The feeling of these gashes slowly being made brought Megumi's mind at an unconventional ease. He knew that in a logical sense, it was a sick thing to be doing to himself, let alone feeling any sort of satisfaction from it.

but yet...

it almost felt like a reset button for all the unorganised chaos torturing his mind, silencing mental pain with physical pain. And every time he did it he couldn't help being flooded with a twisted sense of peace.

This of course never lasted long at all before that tranquillity was trampled by an intense amount of guilt and disgust plaguing his mind. He always planned to keep this ugly addiction from everyone, fearing the shame and the misunderstanding of why he would ever do something like that to himself. Megumi loathed himself for being so reliant on something so gross.

He let his newly bleeding arm, now covered in cuts, drop weakly to the floor as his head drooped onto his knees. Megumi eyes unfocused as he stared off into nothing, feeling all the turmoil in his head warp into a blank fog clouding all his thoughts, replacing them with a numbness that spread all through out his body.

Being completely zoned out, Megumi didn't even realise the knob of his door turning as it creaked open, letting a slither of bright light aluminate his room. His classmate, Yuji Itadori, bounced from the hall into the doorway, A warm smile spread cross his face.

Being so invested in talking to Megumi, he didn't even realise the state of his friend on the floor before he started speaking,"Yo Fushiguro I have Gojo sensei's black card if you wanna go to-".

Yuji immediately cut himself of as he saw the scene layed out in front of him. His eyes widened in pure shock at what he was seeing before him. it almost didn't feel real, caught in a state of pure disbelief. "Oh-oh...", he gasped before grasping what was truly going on.

Megumi, snapping back to reality and seeing he had been caught not just by anyone, but his best friend, instantly sprang straight up of the floor. He panicked as he struggled to pull down his sleeve with his trembling hands, despite knowing he had already been exposed.

"F-Fushiguro-", Yuji was instantly cut of, not even being close to finishing. "God get out I told you to knock!", Megumi's voice violently yeled, shaking with pure panic. His heart was practically beating out his chest as sweat started to form on his brow.

Yuji felt his stomach drop like an anchor, trying to properly process what was happening right now. Out of anyone that could be going through this god why did it have to be Megumi. Ignoring Megumi's attempt to ward Yuji out his room with aggression, he refused and went up to him, not being fooled by his friends act of hostility. He could see he was scared.

"Let me see", Yuji said in futile as he grasped Megumi's arm anyways, holding it out in front of him. His tone was not harsh or angered but just flooded with deep concern. "I'm fine!", Megumi demanded desperately just wanting this to all end or be a nightmare. His breathing became rapid like he was out of breath. Although his arm twitched and struggled in Yuji's firm clutch, he did not pull away, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop this from playing out anymore.

It was too late

Yuji gently pulled up Megumi's sleeve, wet, warm and sticky with blood. Megumi gritted his teeth and winced at the pain of fabric peeling of the fresh wounds. Yuji's eyes shook at the sight of all these cuts being plastered across his poor friend. "Fushiguro.. you do this to yourself?...", he softly asked as he gazed back up at Megumi's face. "Please j-just stop you don't have to worry about me", Megumi pleaded, his voice being muted to a shaky whisper. His eyes were tightly shut not being able to meet Yuji's gaze, he was too ashamed.

Yuji instantly wrapped himself around Megumi, holding him in a tight embrace. Megumi froze like a deer in headlights, his touch starved body so suddenly being cuddled by Yuji's warming Prescence. It almost felt foreign. Yuji only held on tighter as if Megumi was going to fade away. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurting like this?", Yuji whispered, "You don't need to hide this from me, ill always be in your corner no matter what".

Megumi's eyes glossed over as a small, chocked sob escaped his trembling bottom lip. It hurt how surprisingly comforting Yuji's words were, believing he did not deserve comfort like that "hey shhh it will be alright", Yuji cooed into Megumi's ear, slightly panicked worried he may say the wrong thing and hurt Megumi even more . His hand found itself gently stroking through Megumi's long, black hair. Megumi's head sank onto Yuji's shoulder, his tears making a wet patch on his hoodie as he was eaten by embarassment. his whole body trembled as he tried to muffle the whimpers he couldn't stop

He couldn't believe he actually deserved to be comforted by someone as strong and brilliant as Yuji. he was tormented by the shame of being vulnerable to someone he holds so dear. In his eyes, this must be nothing but pitiful to deal with. "I'm sorry for being weak this is so embarrassing", Megumi voice cracked as he mumbled into Yuji's shoulder, still fighting his urge to burst into tears.

"Woah you're not weak not at all!", Yuji quickly reassured Megumi, "You're just hurting and that's okay. Just let me be there for you".

"Fushiguro"

"I love you".

Yuji's voice trembled, overtaken by such strong emotions. He brushed over Megumi's cheek with his thumb whilst trying not to tear up himself.

"I love you too", Megumi admitted. He felt his ears tint a light pink being so upfront like this.

They did not leave Megumi's room for a while, instead resting in each others arms a little longer. Yuji helped patch up Megumi's wounds and stop the bleeding. It still hurt to look at this physical embodiment of Megumi's quiet suffering but the only way to deal with this pain was to deal with it face first.

"hey..", Megumi lightly tugged on Yuji's sleeve catching his attention. They were now both sat on his bed, not really conversating but rather just sitting in a comfortable silence. He already felt his face burning up as he summoned the courage to ask, "Don't leave tonight". He couldn't even bring himself to look Yuji in the eyes knowing he would only turn a brighter red

Yuji felt a small but warming smile spread on his face seeing how flustered Megumi was becoming. He grabbed his hand and reassured him

"I wasn't going anywhere".

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Ok so this my first time writing fanfiction in A WHILE which will be obvious I'm sure😭

This is also my first time writing angst and not x reader so a lot of firsts today🥲

I actually love itafushi though my fav ship!!!

[pawvv]

The most vulnerable you’ll ever catch Megumi is completely naked, stretched out on top of you with nothing between your bare skin and his, just like right now.

His weight feels perfect, heavy in the best way, chest pressed flush to yours so you feel every breath he takes. One of his hands cradles the side of your face, thumb stroking slow circles over your cheekbone, while the other grips your hand tightly. His cock is buried deep inside you and he rocks into you with these slow thrusts that drag against every sensitive inch. He’s never in a rush. Never.

“Megumi…” Your voice comes out shaky as he pushes in again slowly. Your walls flutter around him and he lets out this quiet breath against your neck.

“Shh.. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice low and a little rough. He pulls back until just the tip is stretching you open, then sinks back in so deep your toes curl. Every thrust is thought through, his hips rolling in this steady rhythm that grinds his pelvis against your clit on every downstroke. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, breath hot against your skin.

“Look at me.”

You do. Those dark blue eyes are half-lidded and locked on yours. He squeezes your hand harder and thrusts a little deeper, angling his hips until he hits that spot that makes your back arch. A soft, needy sound slips out of you, he swallows it with a slow kiss, tongue brushing yours like he’s tasting how good you feel.

“Fuck, you’re... so perfect,” he whispers against your lips. Your thighs tremble around his waist, yet he doesn’t speed up, he just keeps that same devastatingly slow pace, grinding in circles while he’s buried into you, letting you feel every inch of him stretching you, worshipping you. Your free hand slides down to grip his ass, pulling him closer and he makes this low sound in his throat.

“Yeah… just like that.” He presses his forehead to yours, breathing with you as the pleasure builds heavy in your belly. Every time he pulls out, your pussy clenches like it doesn’t want to let him go. Every time he pushes back in, you feel so full it borders on too much. You’re getting close, your legs are shaking, your breath is coming in short gasps. Megumi notices, of course he does. He shifts just a fraction, changing the angle and starts rocking into that perfect spot over and over, still slow but firmer now.

“Come on,” he says quietly, voice strained. “Let me feel you. I want to feel you come around me.”

It hits you hard, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your pussy spasms tight around his cock, soaking him. You moan his name into his shoulder, nails digging into his back as he keeps moving through it. Only then does he let himself chase it. His thrusts get a little deeper, a little less controlled, hips stuttering as he buries his face in your neck.

“I love you,” he breathes. “Fuck… I love you.”

He comes with a quiet groan, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you up. He stays there afterward, your bodies still locked together and breathing hard.

Because Megumi never fucks. He loves. And when he loves, he makes sure you feel every single bit of it.

[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

[mrsblaileen]

Accidentally calling Sukuna “daddy” and doubling down on it when he questions you. nsfw 18+ mdni.

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It had slipped out before you can think better of it. In the throes of pleasure, struck by the heat of it and with drool beginning to dribble out from the corner of your parted lips you’d said it - “daddy”.

Before you could even consider how odd it really was, how jarring and out of place it might have sounded to someone so removed from the modern age as Sukuna. But with him moving above you, all rippling skin and thick firm muscle, that lewd honorific was all you could think to utter - to cry out in a strangled moan when he sunk back inside so deep that a sizzle of little stars danced in your vision.

“Daddy?” He echoes the word with a flourishing scoff, though it’s not judgement that laces his tone, to your dulled surprise you find that it’s interest.

“Well you’re -hn-…” you begin to reply, only to swallow down another choked moan when his hips roll in a particularly well placed thrust, “you’re gonna take care of me aren’t you?”

“How archaic,” he replies plainly, and though he offers nothing further you can tell by his sudden silence that the great cogs of his mind are turning.

Typically he would be teasing you, cruel taunts snuck between deceptively sweet little slips of praise. Not that you can find it in yourself to really concern yourself with his lack of banter, or with what he’s thinking about. Not with the way each steady pump is knocking all sense of coherency loose from your brain, adding a fine layer of dreamy fuzz over your vision.

His movement snares your attention as he shifts suddenly above you, his lower half dropping low enough that he can begin to grind between your spread legs. The spatter of hair at his base tickles at your over sensitive clit while the tip of him continues to kiss incessantly somewhere tight and silky - deep enough that a pleasant little ache blooms to life low in your gut.

His knuckles dig into the mattress either side of your head, muscles leaping in his thick forearms, and you groan unashamedly at the sudden closeness of him. You all but melt into the new layer of contact, head tossed sideward until your lips graze his skin, frantic breaths puffing hot and humid over the delicate skin of his wrist.

“Oh ffffu-huh-…oh fuck, ‘kuna…” you moan, shaking your head, lips parted in a mindless sort of awe.

All you can feel is the firm smack of his hips as he works you into the mattress. The sensation is stunning, all consuming, enough to send your legs into a trembling wobble on each downward pump, each thrust winding that little coil in your belly ever tighter.

“No,” He grunts from above you, “not ‘kuna.”

He lifts the last word into a pitched lilt - high and a little breathless in a pointed mockery of you.

“It’s daddy now, isn’t it?”

The sheer sound of his voice, that dirty word growled in his silky rumble is enough to send your eyes rolling skyward. You moan - weak, unashamed, and you hear him chuckle lowly in reply.

“What’s the matter?” He coos, though there’s nothing soothing about the hungry edge his voice has taken on, “you wanted me to take care of you, didn’t you?”

You nod wildly, struggling to lift your lids to blink up at him - a task which suddenly feels herculean with the way his attention is scrambling your already pleasure drunk brain.

“Go on,” he purrs, slow thrusts turned suddenly lethal - firm slaps of his hips tight and wet against your own. Your thighs are trembling now beneath the weight of his assault, wracked with the sheer force of each thrust, “call for me again, pet.”

And you do. You cry for him - spineless and pitiful and all manners of desperate, with tears beginning to dribble hot and glittering over your flushed cheeks.