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[psycholuvrgirl]

the fuck it list: teaser | series masterlist

featuring... megumi!

summary: megumi finds your private journal that contains a list of your filthiest fantasies and volunteers to do them with you.

warnings: implied sexual content, but nothing in this chapter! (aged up!megumi)

a/n: new series yeah!!!

“do you want me to take this stack to the recycling bin?” megumi asks from across the room. he’s crouched beside the bookshelf, voice casual, like he’s not about to make you panic like a madwoman.

you glance up from your desk where you’re organizing your pens. “what stack?”

he holds up a notebook. the notebook.

oh no.

“wait!” you blurt out.

but it’s already open. already on that page.

megumi doesn’t look smug, he doesn’t tease. if anything he just looks like he’s thinking. his eyes scan the list, slower this time. he closes the notebook and clears his throat.

heat creeps up your neck as you watch him carefully, trying to gauge what his lack of reaction means.

“that was private,” you manage to say. you turn back to the pens and begin organizing furiously, just to keep yourself from looking at him.

“i figured.”

it goes silent.

“i didn’t mean to snoop.”

you believe him, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to crawl under your bed and disappear from this reality.

he walks over and sets the notebook down beside you. he hesitates for a moment. you meet his eyes and don’t find mock or even surprise. you find thoughtful curiosity, something gentle.

“you want to try that stuff?” he asks quietly, tapping one long finger against the list.

you freeze. “i…” you swallow thickly. “i wrote that a long time ago. i didn’t think you would— i mean, it was just for me. you don’t have to—”

“i want to.”

the words are simple, firm. they stop you cold, your heart doing a little somersault.

“you want to?”

megumi shrugs, eyes flicking away for a moment. “i mean, we’ve already… done things together. this is just more of that. i want to understand what you like.” he pauses. “and maybe figure out what i like too.”

his ears go red, and he’s so earnest that your heart aches.

“i’m not going to be super smooth about it,” he admits with a dry laugh. “but i think we could try it. if you want.”

you bite down on your lips, nerves and excitement swirling in your gut. “you’d really do that with me?”

“i’d do a lot of things with you. i trust you.”

your heart hammers.

“i trust you too.”

he’s softer now, careful. “do you want to make a plan? go through the list together?”

“i mean, it’s just a fuck it list,” you say with a laugh. “not really something you need an itinerary for.”

“right,” he says dryly, “but you know me. i like rules.” 

you bump your shoulder against his. “what, like a color-coded schedule on when we’ll have sex?”

his lips twitch. “maybe. a checklist would be nice at least.”

you both burst into laughter, soft and breathless, the tension of the moment melting away. he picks the notebook back up and turns it over in his hands. 

“so, you want to use ice cubes, huh?” he murmurs.

you snatch the notebook away with a gasp, “megumi!”

his eyes meet yours, playful now. “i’m studying!” he leans over and rests his chin on your shoulder to peer at the list again. his fingers brush yours gently. his lips brush your ear. “we’ll start from the top.”

[psycholuvrgirl]

"the fuck it list" masterlist

featuring... megumi!

summary: megumi finds your private journal that contains a list of your filthiest fantasies and volunteers to do them with you.

teaser

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chapter five

cont...

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that's just how i talk

featuring... megumi!

summary: megumi doesn't like that you flirt with everyone you meet, you have to make it up to him

warnings: NSFW content; oral (m!receiving) (all characters are aged up)

a/n: bimbo!reader is just me i fear

“thank you so much sweetheart,” you beam, lashes fluttering at the barista as they hand over your iced drink. “you have the nicest hands. like you could totally be a hand model.”

the barista blinks, then smiles a flustered sort of smile. “oh, thanks!”

you wink. “don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, cute stuff.”

and just like that, megumi is clenching his jaw and nearly breaking through his own cup of coffee.

you turn back to him, all sunshine and lip gloss. you smile when you spot him and make your way back to where he’s waiting stiffly by the wall. you offer him a sip with a grin. “want some, baby?”

“did you just flirt with the barista?”

“what? no.” you look genuinely confused. “i was just being nice.”

“you complimented his hands.”

“they were good hands, baby. did you see ‘em? should i go get him?”

megumi inhales slowly, counting to ten under his breath. you sip your drink, unaware and unbothered by the faint twitch in his jaw.

“being nice is fun. you should try it sometime, gumi.”

“i am nice.”

you look him up and down. “you scowled at a puppy this morning.”

“it bit me.”

“it licked you.”

“same thing.”

you giggle, linking your arm with his as you leave the café. “you’re so dramatic, baby.”

(says the girl in the rhinestone-covered miniskirt and knee-high pink boots.)

megumi sighs. “can you maybe not flirt with everyone who breathes? especially when i’m standing right there.”

your glossy lips part. “you thought i was flirting?”

he gives you a flat look.

“that’s just how i talk,” you insist, laughing. “baby, i call the mailman ‘cutie patootie.’ it doesn’t mean anything.”

“another request: please stop saying ‘cutie patootie.’”

“no promises.”

he shakes his head. “you do it with everyone! waiters, clerks, gojo—”

“oh, come on. i’m not flirting with gojo.”

“you told him his eyelashes were longer than your patience.”

“they are! and i have very little patience, so that’s impressive.”

megumi pinches the bridge of his nose. “that doesn’t even make sense. that’s not impressive if you have a little— whatever. i’m just wondering, do you not see how that sounds?”

you lean in close, voice soft. “aww, baby. are you jealous?”

his ears go pink instantly. “no. i’m annoyed.”

“mmhm.”

you pout at him playfully, tugging on his sleeve. “you know you’re the only one i actually flirt with, right?”

he looks skeptical. “are you sure?”

“duh.” you reach up and tap your finger against his chest. “i don’t say anyone else looks hot when they’re mad.”

“you said that last week when i yelled at that curse.”

“exactly,” you say, bouncing up to smack a glossy kiss on his cheek. “and you’re the only one i cover in my gloss!”

megumi pauses and you smirk. he hates that you have a point.

***

later that evening, you’re curled up in his bed, freshly showered and smelling like vanilla, wearing one of his hoodies that hangs off your shoulder. megumi’s reading, or at least trying to. you’re draped across his chest like a weighted blanket, chin propped on your hands, watching him.

“are you mad at me?” you ask sweetly.

“no.”

“then why do you look like that?”

“like what?”

“like you’re debating whether to kiss me or murder me.”

he closes his book. “i’m just wondering how someone with that much lip gloss gets away with flirting with half the city and calls it ‘being nice.’”

you gasp dramatically. “half the city?! i would never.”

“name three people you didn’t flirt with today.”

you pause to think, a long and painful pause. “yuuji?”

“he wasn’t even with us. doesn’t count if you didn’t even see them today.”

“oh.” you blink. then you gasp and smile. “i didn’t flirt with nanami!”

“you called him a dilf.”

“oh. right.” you slump. “but he didn’t even know what that meant, so it’s not really flirting.”

“yes it is,” he says, rolling his eyes.

you shrug. “well, i flirt with you the most. so that counts for something, right?”

megumi stares at you.

“tell me you don’t love it. go on. lie to my face.”

he opens his mouth, then closes it. you beam.

“it’s just hard sometimes,” he says. “everyone always looks at you and you talk to them like they’re special. it’s like i’m not even standing there.”

you blink. “oh.”

megumi doesn’t look at you.

you sit up on your knees, cupping his jaw with both hands so he has to.

“baby,” you say, voice suddenly quieter, “sure, i talk to them like they’re cute, but i talk to you like you hung the damn moon.”

he blinks.

“and when i flirt with you, i actually mean it.”

“so you admit you flirt with them?” he asks, raising a brow.

you let out a giggle. “sure, if it makes you happy, grumpy-pants.”

he narrows his eyes. “you’re exhausting.”

“you love it,” you say, kissing his cheek.

“i love when you don’t flirt with people.”

“oh, come on,” you whine, rolling your eyes. “i already told you it’s different! i only mean to flirt with you. i love you the most.”

he continues to give you a flat look.

your eyes twinkle with mischief. you push him gently so that he leans back, crawling over to straddle him. you get close to his ear. “need me to prove it?”

his breath hitches the second you say it, eyes flickering up to meet yours like he isn’t sure if you’re serious. but you’re already sliding off his lap.

“wait,” megumi’s voice is a rasp, but your fingers are already hooking in the waistband of his sweats. “you don’t have to—”

“i know.” you look up at him, lips plush and already parting, pupils blown wide with heat and sincerity. “i want to.”

your hands are sure as you tug his pants down enough to free him, fingers grazing the soft skin of his hips as he hisses under his breath. he’s already half-hard, and your eyes gleam at the sight.

“all that brooding,” you murmur, wrapping your hand around the base and giving a slow stroke, “you just need some attention. yeah, baby?”

megumi tips his head back against the pillows, jaw clenched.

“and you think i’m the dramatic one,” he mutters, breathless.

you just giggle, then lean in and press an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of his cock. it’s featherlight and sweet, tongue flicking just enough to make his thighs tense. his fingers dig into the blanket.

you look up through your lashes, voice syrupy and soft. “let me take care of you, baby.”

he doesn’t answer. just nods once.

you wrap your lips around him slowly, sinking down inch by inch, feeling him twitch against your tongue as he curses under his breath.

he always forgets just how good your mouth feels until it’s back on him. he knows it’s good, but imagining it never lives up to you doing the real thing.

you’re not just soft, but you’re eager. like you love having him in your mouth, like it’s your favorite thing in the world.

and maybe it is.

you moan a little around him, just enough to make his hips jerk. one of his hands finds your hair, gentle at first, fingers threading through the strands as you take him deeper.

you pull back with a wet pop, spit glistening on your lips. “you always get like this when i flirt with other people,” you tease, stroking him slowly. “so serious. so jealous. it’s kinda hot.”

“not jealous,” he growls, eyes hazy. “just hate sharing.”

“mmm.” you lean in again, dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock. “you’re not sharing. you have me.”

and then you take him in again. deeper this time, one hand stroking what you can’t fit, the other gripping his thigh as you hollow your cheeks and suck hard.

megumi curses softly, raggedly and lets his head fall back.

“fuck, baby.”

you hum around him, letting the vibration roll through your throat. his hips buck. the hand in your hair tightens instinctively.

you bob your head, setting a rhythm fast enough to make his breathing hitch, slow enough to make it last. you love watching him like this. love how wild he looks when he loses control. the way his eyes fliutter shut, the muscles in his stomach tightening.

this isn’t about teasing anymore. this is about proving your point.

you don’t flirt with anyone like this. you don’t kneel for anyone like this. only him. always him.

you pull back again, spit dripping from your lips as you catch your breath, eyes sparkling. “still think i don’t mean it?”

megumi stares down at you, flushed and panting. “you’re ridiculous.”

“say you like it.”

“i love it.”

you grin, then sink down again, this time taking him all the way until your nose brushes the base. he groans, deep and guttural, both hands gripping your hair now, eyes wide like he still can’t believe how good your mouth feels.

you gag once, then pull back just enough to breathe, your lips swollen and slick.

“you gonna cum for me?” you whisper, stroking him faster now, tongue flicking over the tip. “wanna taste it, baby. wanna know you believe me.”

“jesus—” megumi’s voice cracks, hips jerking once before he gasps, “fuck, i’m—”

it’s hot and sudden on your tongue, thick and heavy as his whole body shudders beneath you. you take it all, swallowing around him as he comes down in sharp breaths, body twitching with every aftershock. you stay there for a second, resting your cheek against his thigh, letting him catch his breath.

he looks dazed. completely destroyed.

“still mad at me?” you ask sweetly.

he drags a hand over his face without responding. you giggle, crawling back up to kiss him. it’s slow, open-mouthed, and filthy. 

when you pull back, your eyes sparkle again.

“i’m still gonna flirt with the barista tomorrow.”

megumi groans.

[psycholuvrgirl]

birthday sex

featuring... satoru! suguru! megumi! yuji! kento! toji! toge!

summary: how the boys do you on your birthday

warnings: NSFW content; p in v (all characters are aged up)

a/n: this is in honor of my recent birthday

satoru gojo — against the window

your birthday can’t be just a normal day, not when satoru is involved. not when he insists on grand gestures and outrageous theatrics every day, and especially on your special day. so you shouldn’t have been surprised when he pressed you against the floor-to-ceiling window of a tokyo high-rise, the city glittering far below like a backdrop.

your legs lock around his waist, clinging to him as his strong arms effortlessly hold you up. the cool glass presses into your back, his warm body on your front. the contradiction is something only gojo could make feel so right.

he kisses you like he owns you, moves in and out of you like he wants everyone down there to know that he does.

“view’s nice, huh?” he murmurs against your neck.

you don’t respond. you can’t. you’re all moans and whimpers, hard breaths as your head falls back against the glass.

“i think you look better.”

you open your mouth to retort, but he rolls his hips just right, stealing the words and your breath. 

suguru geto — lotus position

the room is quiet, bathed in the warm glow of flickering candles. everything is soft and slow, intentional. suguru sits cross-legged on the futon, arms resting loosely around your waist as you straddle him. your bodies are so close that it leaves no room for distraction.

you set the pace, suguru insisted, and he follows like a man in prayer. every movement is reverent, every breath shared between parted lips. his hands roam gently, not greedy, just adoring your body.

“you feel like divinity,” he whispers against your throat.

he continues to touch, softly. he’s thorough, fingertips pressing into your skin like he’s grounding himself. his eyes don’t leave yours, not even when yours close in pleasure. 

megumi fushiguro — doggy style, chest pressed down

he doesn’t make a show of it, he never does, but it’s your birthday and something in megumi slips. that quiet storm beneath the surface is close enough for you to feel.

he takes you with your chest pressed to the sheets , one hand firm at your lower back, the other roaming your body. his hips roll with unrelenting purpose, deep and controlled, breath hot and uneven against the back of your neck.

there’s no teasing or playful banter. just the sound of skin meeting skin and the low, broken groans he tries to keep quiet so the neighbors don’t complain. but he can’t, not tonight.

he murmurs your name, soft and reverent like a prayer. his touch says more — that you’re his.

yuji itadori — missionary with legs pushed up

there’s no hesitation with yuji. just raw, radiant need. it’s your birthday and he’s all in. he’s wide-eyed, breathless, and determined to ruin you in the best way possible.

you’re on your back, legs pushed up around his waist as he leans in close, driving into you. he moans freely, praise tumbling from his lips. his hands never stay still. they grip your hips, thread through your hair, press into the mattress as he chases every reaction from you like it’s the only thing that matters.

“let me see you come,” he breathes out, eyes locked onto yours.

and when you do fall apart beneath him, he’s right there with you. his mouth is on yours, body trembling with the effort to hold back just long enough to make sure you come first. just like always.

he’s the kind of lover who needs to please, not just wants it. and afterwards he shows up with your favorite snack, still shirtless and grinning like he’s won the lottery.

kento nanami — bent over the table

nanami, punctual as ever, clocks out at 6:00 pm sharp. no meetings. no distractions. just you on his mind.

by 6:30 you’re bent over the dining room table, cheek against the cool wood, wrists held gently, yet firmly in one of his large hands. his tie is loosened, sleeves rolled up, and not a single wasted movement as he thrusts into you from behind. he’s controlled, efficient, and devastating.

at first it’s all precision. there’s a measured rhythm, deep strokes, soft praise spoken like gospel. it doesn’t stay that way, not when you fall apart beneath him and gasp his name out. that’s when his control slips, grip tightening, pace stuttering. then he breaks. he’s still a gentlemen, but he’s completely undone in a way only you get to see.

when it’s over he gathers you close, lips brushing your temple with a soft voice. “you did well.”

toji fushiguro — full nelson

birthday or not, toji fushiguro doesn’t do gentle. but for your birthday he makes sure you feel every inch of what he’s capable of.

you’re folded up, legs in the air, back arched, his arms locked beneath your knees. it’s brutal and consuming, your body being stretched open as your moans are punched out by every deep, relentless thrust.

toji’s breathing ragged in your ear, low growl vibrating through your spine. “look at you,” he murmurs, almost amused. “so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

he doesn’t hold back in the way he drives into you or the way his grip tightens when you start to come undone. he wants you ruined with trembling thighs, a blank mind, and a body wrecked enough to still feel him tomorrow.

when it’s over he lets your legs fall and leans in close, lips brushing your ear as he wears his trademark smirk.

“happy birthday, sweetheart.”

toge inumaki — spooning

toge doesn’t need to use his words to make you fall apart, he never has. his touch speaks all on their own, more precise than any language he could speak. and on your birthday? he uses every inch of that touch to unravel you.

you’re curled together on your side, his chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other guides your hips back onto him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. every thrust is measured, deep and intimate, his lips brushing your shoulder with warm breaths fanning your neck. 

he doesn’t speak, but you can feel everything he wants to say in the way his fingers tighten when your breath hitches, in the soft moan that vibrates against your skin. he lets that cursed energy hum through you in quiet pulses, making your body tremble in ways even he can’t explain.

it’s slow, intense. a kind of worship that doesn’t need a loud volume to leave you gasping. and when you finally collapse into him, blissed out and boneless, he holds you tighter than before. his forehead meets the top of your spine, a hand over your heart.

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pls delete my idenity from ur memory omg - 🍀

don't worry i have a terrible memory & i have no judgements here <3

[psycholuvrgirl]

*digs up a hole* *crawls in* *buries myself* pls dont answer that anon in public omg  🍀

dw i got you :)

but my masterlist is in my pinned post! if you click the little emoji next to it it's a link and all my uploaded stories are there currently!

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forget megumi x reader i just need more megumi and gojo interactions that was too funny

honestly same i love writing them so much

fav duo 😭

[psycholuvrgirl]

getting "megumi you romantic dog" tattooed on my forehead

same, we can match LMAO

[psycholuvrgirl]

that fic was diabolical how dare you

(thank you for your service 🥲)

you're welcome 🫡

[psycholuvrgirl]

who do you write for? is it just megumi and gojo because that's who's on your masterlist or will you write for other characters?

i will for sure write for megumi and gojo! as for other characters...

i've considered writing them, i'm just worried my characterization for others won't be as good, but feel free to request and i can decide if i can/can't write the fic!

[psycholuvrgirl]

like him

featuring... megumi!

summary: you have to be the one to break the news to a very emotional megumi after his fight with toji

warnings: brief mention of gruesome injuries, literally the megumi and toji scene is a warning in itself, canon divergence to fit this scene better

a/n: i cooked this up in less than an hour before work i hope it's not ass + sorry it's so short

it’s subtle. a slight shift in the air that tells you something’s wrong.

“megumi?” you scream.

the last time you saw him, he was being chased by none other than toji fushiguro. you were helpless, too busy with your own fights to help him. he ran, and that was all you knew.

you shout his name again and take off in the direction he fled. there are curses hot on your tail, making you speed up. 

“megumi! where are you?” you cry out.

not megumi. please, god, not megumi.

you plead with yourself, with god, with the universe, anything to make sure that megumi’s okay. something’s wrong and you know it. it’s not just your binding technique telling you something is off with megumi. it’s something deep in your soul screaming and clawing its way out of you that makes you sick to your stomach. 

when you finally stumble upon megumi it’s not what you expect. you expect him limp on the floor, bleeding, dying. you expect the worst.

instead you find him standing over a body, head tilted and tears brimming in his eyes. he looks up, hands out as if he’s ready to attack until he sees it’s you.

“who is this?” he asks, pointing down to the man at his feet.

your eyes travel down and you let out the smallest gasp, eyes widening a little. no. it can’t be. you already know that it is, but the shock isn't lessened.

your eyes snap back up to megumi, whose cursed energy is flaring around him wildly.

“megs…”

“who is this?” he repeats, firmer this time.

“i don’t know,” you whisper.

“don’t lie to me,” he growls.

you look away from your boyfriend, eyes landing on a nearby lamppost. “that’s toji.”

“toji who?” he asks.

you stay silent, tears stinging the back of your eyes. you can’t be the one who does this. it was supposed to be gojo who told him when he was ready, not you.

“who the hell is this?” he roars. he’s in front of you before you can process it, hand wrapped around your throat. it’s not hard, he doesn’t squeeze and there’s no real threat behind it, but he’s angry and growing more impatient. and you can’t really blame him.

“that…” you let out a quiet sigh, closing your eyes as the tears roll down your cheeks finally. you turn back to megumi and open your eyes, staring into his dark blue ones. “he’s an assassin. the sorcerer killer.” you swallow thickly. “that’s toji fushiguro.”

megumi’s eyes flash with something. not anger or sadness, no, not an emotion with a name.

he lets go of you, stumbling back a few steps. he glances down at the man.

“fushiguro?” he mutters, more to himself than anything. he looks back up at you. “you mean… this man is…”

“yes,” you say, even though the question remained unfinished. you nod your head. “that’s him.”

you don’t have to say it. megumi’s a smart boy, he can connect the easily connectable dots. he knows exactly who this is, and you think he might’ve known for a little longer than when you told him.

“no,” he breathes out, shaking his head. he closes his eyes, the heels of his hands pressing into his eyes. “no, that’s not—”

“it is—”

“it’s not!” he yells.

the usually stoic boy, void of feeling or emotion to others lets out the loudest sob you’ve ever heard. he drops to his knees, hands now reaching out to toji, but never quite touching him.

“no, no, no, no, no,” megumi mutters to himself. his hand touches the handle of the blade that sticks out from toji’s head.

you kneel down next to megumi, looking over his body. “megumi, you’re bleeding. we should get you—”

“are you lying to me?” he asks, aggressively swiping away at his tears. he lets out a shaky breath. “is this your idea of some kind of sick joke?”

“megumi, why would i joke at a time like this?” you ask.

megumi closes his eyes, face scrunching as more tears fall down his face. they drip down onto toji’s body, washing away at blood and dirt that cover him from the fight.

then he lets out the most guttural scream you’ve ever heard. years worth of pain and unknowing finally releasing in one loud wail. and every time he stops screaming he sucks in a breath just to start again. his forehead falls down against toji’s body, shoulders shaking with every sob he lets out.

“get up!” megumi yells, shoving toji’s body. he shakes toji violently. “get up you bastard!”

“megumi, he’s gone—”

“i said get up!” megumi cries. “get up! get up! get up!”

“megumi—”

“get up now and finish this!” he shouts, pounding on toji’s chest like it’ll bring him back.

“megumi,” you whisper, softer this time. he finally turns, looking at you with widened eyes. you shake your head, holding your arms out. “he’s gone, megs.”

megumi’s bottom lip wobbles before he collapses into your lap. you shush him, gently running your finger through the his spiky, dark hair. you whisper little reassurances that you know mean nothing to him right now. and you let him cry. he cries and cries until there’s no tears left inside of him.

and you stay there with him through it all despite hell coming to earth around you.

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the 6 date disasters: the chaperone | series masterlist

featuring... megumi!

summary: a romantic night in takes a turn when your teacher shows up.

warnings: heated make out scene, no actual smut though

a/n: i think i'm going to change my dividers...

megumi planned this whole thing out. but megumi doesn’t plan dates, he stumbles into them. he just asks to hang out and ends up making the whole ordeal romantic without trying to.

but not tonight. tonight is intentional.

his dorm is clean. and not normal fushiguro clean, it’s too clean. the room is clear of anything that could make it look lived in, bed made, not a speck of dust or dirt in the room. soft music plays from the speaker you bought him ages ago, some instrumental playlist that he spent hours on. the lights are low, a few warm candles flickering on the shelves. he looks nervous.

and very, very pretty.

his jaw is tense, his eyes flickering to you and away again. he wears a soft black shirt that you’ve never seen before, but it looks perfect on him. when you show up and smile a real smile, he flushes so fast that you think he might combust. 

you know exactly what tonight is. or at least what tonight is supposed to be, and you want it just as badly.

so you don’t make him say it out loud. you let things unfold the way he clearly wants them to, slow and soft. like the moment is sacred, because it is.

at first, you sit close to one another, legs brushing. you talk and sip on tea that you can barely taste, but the conversation is quickly replaced with long, weighty looks and quiet stillness.

when he finally leans in, you meet him halfway.

the kiss starts sweet, gentle, and familiar. but then your hands slide up his chest and he makes a sound in the back of his throat. his fingers curl tightly around your waist, and just like that the entire mood changes.

his tongue slips into your mouth as his hand finds your thigh. he tugs you onto his lap and it all happens so fast. your bodies move like a perfectly choreographed dance, tension finally snapping loose. you’re straddling him, hands in his hair, mouth hot against his.

“are you sure?” you murmur, just in case.

megumi nods. “yeah. i’ve been— fuck, i’ve been thinking about this all week.”

that does something to you, making your eyes widen and your stomach do a flip.

he tilts his head, kissing down your neck. his grip on your hips tightens and you shift against him, pulling a groan from his lips. his hands slide up your shirt and your heart pounds. he’s hard under you, you can feel it.

and then… knock knock.

you both go still, looking at the door.

“don’t,” he whispers. “don’t answer it.”

“i wasn’t gonna—”

then the door flies open.

gojo’s voice rings out, loud and casual as always. “oh, megumi,” he says in a sing-song voice, dragging out the end of the name. “i brought those snacks you like. also, we need to talk about your training schedule because—” he pauses when he looks up from the grocery bag, blinking. “oh.” he takes in every detail. you in megumi’s lap, your shirt pushed up with megumi’s hands still under it. gojo beams. “wow. about time, huh?”

you scramble off of him, trying to fix your clothes.

“get out!” megumi shouts.

gojo flops down onto his bed, megumi’s bed, with absolutely no remorse. “relax. i’m just here to check in, you weren’t answering your texts.”

“because i was busy,” megumi growls out.

gojo’s already unwrapping a candy bar. “clearly.”

“how did you even get in? i locked the door.”

“i have a key,” gojo says simply.

you sit on the edge of the bed, stunned to silence by the entire situation. you glance at megumi, who looks one inconvenience away from a felony.

he storms over and grabs gojo’s arm. “get. out.”

gojo remains limp on the covers. “you’re so tense, fushiguro. it’s unhealthy. you need to talk more about your feelings instead of getting so physical. well, maybe getting physical is just what you need—”

megumi drags gojo halfway off the bed. “i swear to god—”

gojo swings his legs off the mattress and opts to lean against the desk. “okay, okay. i’m going. but seriously? proud of you for finally getting laid.”

“we weren’t—” you protest.

gojo grins. “don’t lie to me. i walked in on a scene straight out of a fanfic. candles? music? fushiguro, you romantic dog.”

megumi looks like he might pass out.

you bury your face in your hands. “please leave.”

gojo waves as he steps out the door. “alright, alright. i’ll be in my room, being lonely and unloved.”

“have fun with that,” megumi sneers, slamming the door shut and locking it. he lets out a groan as he slumps onto the bed. “i’m going to kill him.”

you sit beside him and slip your hand into his. “you tried to kill him.”

“i had a plan for tonight,” he mutters. “a whole plan!”

you glance down at his lap and notice that he’s still… affected.

you bite your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “we could still salvage tonight.”

he turns to look at you slowly, hope in his eyes.

“besides,” you say, “he won’t come back, and everyone else is out on missions.”

a grin creeps up on megumi’s face. and then he leans back in for a kiss.

[psycholuvrgirl]

the 6 date disasters: training grounds | series masterlist

featuring... megumi!

summary: a heated training session gets your asses kicked by a senior classmate of yours.

warnings: none

a/n: i want to pretty up my account but i don't know how/what i want to do exactly... hmmmm

you never thought training could feel this intimate. the sun dips towards the horizon as you and megumi meet on the practice field behind the dorms, both dressed in loose clothes. you agreed to leave weapons behind in favor of some hand-to-hand combat. he says it’s just for fun, “just sparring, nothing serious.” but you know him well enough by now to hear the unspoken. he wants alone time with you, especially in a place where he’s familiar and confident. somewhere where it can just be the two of you.

you smile at him from across the mat. “think you can handle me, fushiguro?”

he lets out a cocky laugh that gives you butterflies.

the first few rounds are careful, both of you hesitating just a little bit. you circle each other with half-smiles and light touches. you fake a punch just to see him flinch. he counters every move lazily, clearly going easy on you. there’s no real heat behind the moves at first, just a little flirty dance disguised as combat.

but the longer it goes on, the more the tension builds. megumi’s eyes grow sharper. you’re sweating, grinning despite how much your body is crying out to give up. he lands a solid hit on your shoulder, you sweep his legs. there’s tension in every little movement. not just the kind from training, but something else.

eventually, he pins you. it happens so fast that you barely process what happened. you had lunged, he dodged, then suddenly you were on your back, breathless and pinned to the ground at the wrists with megumi leaning over you. he pants, hair falling into his eyes. 

his grip is firm, but not painful. his face is inches from yours, flushed and serious. there’s a flicker in his eyes, a kind of hunger you’ve only ever seen when you’re making out late at night. a hunger that makes him pull back usually, but instead he dips down and presses his lips to yours. 

you let out a quiet moan as his tongue slips into your mouth.

“didn’t know this was foreplay.”

you both rip away from one another’s mouths, whipping your heads towards the voice.

maki stands at the edge of the mat with her eyebrows raised slightly. she has that classic maki look, unimpressed. her katana rests against one shoulder casually.

megumi launches off of you like he’s been electrocuted.

“maki! what are you—” he begins, stumbling backwards as his face grows red.

“i train here,” she says coolly. “what are you doing?”

you scramble to your feet, trying not to look like you were just making out with anyone.

“we were sparring.”

“is that what you call it these days?” she drops her katana onto the ground beside her, cracking her neck. “funny way of sparring.”

“we were taking a break,” megumi says. 

“you take breaks by pinning down your partner and shoving your tongue down her throat?”

you try not to laugh as megumi looks like he wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

maki glances between you and him, then sighs and stretches her arms overhead. “well, since you’re clearly wasting time together, spar with me.”

“oh no,” megumi mutters. “please no.”

but it’s too late. maki doesn’t wait for a reply, she’s already stepping onto the mat. “c’mon, lover boy, let’s see if you can land a hit while you’re not making heart eyes.”

“should we run?” you whisper.

“she’ll chase us.”

“right,” you wince.

“oh come on,” maki says. “someone just fight me already, i don’t have all day.”

so you fight her, the both of you. and she absolutely obliterates you both. it’s not even close. maki doesn’t just spar, she dissects every move you make and sees it coming. every opening you give her she exploits without fail. she’ll knock the wind out of you, then knock megumi onto his ass five seconds later. and worst of all? she’s not even breaking a sweat.

you’re lying on your back again, grass in your hair and bruises on your ego, when she finally says, “you two did better than i thought.” she shrugs. “still bad though.”

“we were relaxing,” megumi groans from beside you. 

“maybe try relaxing somewhere that doesn’t involve terrible form and obvious flirting.” she squats beside you and smacks your leg. “you okay?”

“physically? i’ll recover,” you wheeze out. you force yourself into a sitting position. “emotionally? i’m destroyed.”

“good,” she says with a smirk.

she stands, dusts herself off, and slings her katana back over her shoulder. “try again tomorrow. separately. or wait to win before you make out.”

“she’s never letting this go,” megumi groans again.

you lay back on the mat again with a sigh. “i think i almost died. my life flashed before my eyes at some point.”

you both stare up at the sky. despite the bruises and humiliation, there’s a comfort in the fact that you’re still side by side.

“next time,” megumi says, breaking the silence, “i’m booking a private room.”

you turn your head to look at him. “what kind of training is that for?”

he goes pink. “shut up.”

you grin, nudging his knee with yours. “didn’t say i was against the idea.”

he sighs, but you can see the smile that betrays him. and just like that, the moment between you two is back.

[psycholuvrgirl]

it is a FACT that NO ONE sees their significant other as family and they NEVER will.

i know this is a troll but i'm really curious about which of my fics this is referencing

[psycholuvrgirl]

the 6 date disasters: breakfast +1 | series masterlist

featuring... megumi!

summary: you and megumi have a domestic start to your morning, just to be crashed by a certain cursed speech user.

warnings: none

a/n: i already have two other series planned for you all. i'm so excited!

you knock on the common room doorway at exactly seven o’clock. it’s early, but megumi asked you to come, so you did. you’re greeted by the smell of coffee and something vaguely sweet burning on the stove.

“you’re early,” megumi says.

“and you’re burning something,” you reply, stepping into the kitchen. 

he mutters under his breath as he rushes back to the stove, flipping a pancake that’s very well done on one side and nearly raw on the other.

“i don’t know why i thought i could do this,” he grumbles. 

you walk over with a laugh. “because it’s sweet.” you bump his hip with yours. “and i like to see you try.”

his shoulders lose the tension when you kiss him softly. you hand him a spatula and he hands you the bowl full of batter. you both fall into a rhythm of flipping pancakes and brewing coffee and teas, the early morning light making everything soft around the edges.

it’s not perfect. he drops every utensil he picks up and you spill syrup all over the counter, but it’s nice and it’s quiet. domestic, even. you hum under your breath as you brush flour from his arm, and he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon instead.

then the door creaks open and you both freeze. toge appears in a fuzzy hoodie, hair sticking up at odd angles with mismatched socks on his feet. he blinks at the scene in front of him—pancakes on plates, you in one of megumi’s sweatshirts, and megumi himself looking utterly dumbfounded. toge stays silent as he shuffles inside, yawning and sitting at the table like this is his daily routine.

“hey, toge,” you say, trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s horrified face.

“why are you here?” megumi asks. you gently smack his arm, giving him a look that says be nice.

“salmon.”

megumi glares. “you don’t even live on this floor.”

“mustard leaves,” toge says calmly. he stands to get himself a mug and pours himself some of the tea you brewed as if it’s his kitchen.

you absolutely lost it, laughing into your sleeve while megumi stares at toge like he’s witnessing a crime in progress. toge just takes a sip of his tea, staring at you both over the rim.

“tuna.”

megumi looks like he might throw something. “he’s mocking me.”

“he’s literally just saying food words, gumi,” you say through a fit of giggles.

“he’s doing it on purpose.”

toge helps himself to a pancake.

“why are you like this?” megumi deadpans.

toge takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “bonito flakes.”

you almost drop the spatula as you laugh harder. megumi sighs, dragging a hand down his face and glaring at the back of toge’s head like he can will him out of existence. but toge remains unbothered, if anything, he seems more content than before. he chews slowly, sipping his tea, eyes drifting between you and megumi like he’s watching a soap opera or something. 

megumi grumbles and flips the last pancake like it’s personally offended him. you slide a plate in front of toge, who gratefully accepts with a peaceful little nod. the three of you sit together, steam rising from your mugs, and the food isn’t half bad either. occasionally toge will mutter something, completely strait faced. megumi pinches his nose, but you press your knee against his under the table and give him a soft smile. he looks at you, then down at your hand resting beside his. his pinky brushes yours.

“tuna mayo,” toge says.

megumi slams his head onto the table as you snort into your coffee. it’s not exactly the slow, romantic morning that megumi planned, but you’re laughing and your shoulders still brush. even the pancakes turned out pretty good in the end. so when toge says, “spicy cod roe,” with a smug grin, you reach over and take megumi’s hand under the table.

because the moment is chaotic and a little awkward, but it’s still yours.

[psycholuvrgirl]

the 6 date disasters: a friendly walk in the city | series masterlist

featuring... megumi!

summary: a romantic walk in the city quickly turns into what feels like a group field trip.

warnings: none

a/n: i have so many series ideas i'm so excited to post them all

the mission was long. not particularly dangerous, but exhausting in a way that left your bones aching and your brain melted. megumi doesn’t say much on the train ride back, but he keeps close to you.

but now the city is quiet, the sky a soft blue-grey, the late afternoon sun tucked behind some clouds, and the breeze carrying the smell of food from nearby stalls. with both you and megumi still in uniform, you walk around with nowhere to be.

megumi buys some taiyaki from a cart, not even having to ask for your preference because he knows it by now. a quiet way of saying here, i was thinking of you.

you bump his arm with yours. “thanks, gumi.”

he shrugs, a soft blush dusting his cheeks. “it’s not a big deal.”

you both snack as you walk, fingers sticky with the filling. he treats off a piece of his own to feed it to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. it kind of is.

“hey! hey, hey, hey!”

you turn just in time to see a blur of pink hair barreling towards you.

“no!” megumi says flatly.

“yes,” you mutter back with a sigh, bracing yourself.

yuuji skids to a halt in front of you, panting like a golden retriever who just chased after a tennis ball. “there you guys are! i’ve been looking everywhere!”

“we’re walking,” megumi says, but his tone implies something harsher. something along the lines of we were avoiding you.

“yeah, and now i’m walking with you!” yuuji grins, unbothered as ever. “i got out early, and i figured you two might be wandering around too, and bingo! here you are. it’s like fate, isn’t it?”

megumi inhales sharply, letting out a long drawn out breath as his patience wears thin.

“anyway,” yuuji continues, already falling into step with the both of you. “have you guys eaten? oh. wait! is that taiyaki? i love those! are they fresh?”

“just have it,” you mumble, handing him the rest of yours. he beams like you’ve given him the moon.

megumi mutters something under his breath that could very well be a curse.

you try to salvage the mood. “we were just gonna wander for a little while. you know? decompress.”

“oh, perfect,” yuuji says through a mouthful of food. “let’s decompress together!”

you sigh at the fact that he doesn’t catch the hint. megumi lets out more annoyed huffs, probably forcing himself to count backwards from ten just to calm down. 

ten minutes later and yuuji has bought food from nearly every stall you’ve passed by, dragged you both into a shop that sells phone accessories, and is now leading the way to a cat café that he swears is life changing.

we don’t have time for this,” megumi says.

“look at this flyer,” yuuji says, slapping the paper to megumi’s chest. “they’re dressing the cats in little hats today only. this is important.”

“please,” megumi begs, deadpan. “just let me suffer in peace.”

but yuuji is already halfway across the crosswalk. 

the café is in fact full of cats in tiny hats. one of them is even wearing a little wizard costume to match, another naps in a teacup. you and yuuji coo at them for twenty minutes while megumi sits in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest, being used as a human perch by a very sleepy orange tabby.

“he likes you,” you whisper.

megumi glares at the cat, but it only blinks slowly and snuggles deeper into his lap. “i’m cursed.”

you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. “well, you’re very cute when you’re suffering.”

the tips of his ears flush along with his cheeks.

yuuji reappears with a bunch of drinks from the vending machine. “i got us some soda! i even have this weird one that says it’s supposed to taste like ‘clouds and nostalgia.’ you want it?”

“why would anyone want that?” megumi asks.

yuuji shrugs. “it seems promising.”

you end up wandering again. you somehow get pulled into a secondhand bookstore wheere yuuji insists on finding the ‘most depressing novel possible’ for megumi. then a novelty shop where yuuji poses dramatically with a fake katana, nearly knocking over a rack of keychains.

by the end of it, you and megumi are trailing behind yuuji like exhausted parents.

“i wanted to hold your hand,” you whisper to megumi.

“i wanted to kiss you at the train station,” megumi says dryly.

you glance over at him. “next time.”

he nods. “next time.”

just then, yuuji stumbles out of a shop wearing three different novelty sunglasses on his face.

“do i look mysterious?”

“you look like a lawsuit,” megumi says.

finally, yuuji ges distracted by a claw machine and waves to you both. “i’m gonna win a plushie. you guys go off and do whatever in love people do. i’ll catch up!”

megumi grabs your hand immediately, both of you power walking in the opposite direction of yuuji. he doesn’t let go until you’ve safely gotten out of sight, tucked in a quiet alley behind a bakery. the smell of sugar and cinnamon lingers in the air. he exhales, pressing his forehead lightly against yours.

“i love him, i do,” megumi says, voice strained, “but i really would like five minutes alone with you. a moment that doesn’t involve being force-fed mystery sodas and watching cats wearing fedoras.”

you laugh. “at least the cats were cute.”

“you’re cuter.”

that earns a blink from you. “say that again,” you say with a grin.

he looks away. “no.”

you press a soft kiss to his lips. “well, i think you’re cuter too, megumi fushiguro.”