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Hey I saw your prompts and that your requests are open? Could I get the “you are just so handsome” prompt with Megumi?

[ 2.56am ]

📂 megumi fushiguro x reader . fluff , reader is called darling , gumi just wants kisses , (characters aged up but not mentioned) . (inspo — prompt 18: “you are just so handsome”)

a/n kinda a rushed writing job , and ive been in a sort of writing block/slump . please like , reblog , comment !

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shoes scuff along the floors of the hall, megumi being too exhausted to bother lifting his feet as he approached your door. with his head hung low, hair falling into his hooded eyes, and sleep threatening to overcome, he gently brings his knuckles against the wood.

your movements are muffled as you bring yourself closer to the door, where you knew your boyfriend would be waiting—exhausted and desperate to be held.

“hey gumi,” you whisper softly. he grunts beneath his breath as he falls into your hold, arms tightly wrapping your waist, bringing your body as flushed against his as possible. he mutters soft greetings into your neck, which become mumbles of nonsense as he presses gentle kisses to the skin. “you’re kinda smelly,” you sigh, one hand ruffling through his hair as the other rubs soothingly along the span of his back.

another mess of indecipherable words are muttered against the skin of your neck, the raven-haired boys grip growing tighter as he stumbles a few feet deeper into your room—the back of your knees hit the edge of your mattress before megumi shoves you down into the comforter. his body immediately falling into the space next to yours, an arm snaking its self around your waist yet again—the boy was desperate for your warmth and comfort.

“gumi, love. go wash up,” your words tickle his lips, your minty breath drawing him closer. “gumi,” you grin as his lips brush yours.

“one kiss and i’ll go,” you sigh. as if you were against the idea of kissing your boyfriend.

“one kiss and then you go clean up,” he nods—eyes slipping shut as he leans in, capturing your lips in his.

his lips are a bit cracked, but you knew the hell he practically just went through, so you’d cut him some slack for his dry kiss. “okay, go on.” he groans as you pull your lips from his. “you promised.”

“I did no such thing,” he pouts.

“no, don’t make that face. you’re hurting my heart,” you lay flat onto your back—hands coming to cover your face, mostly to hide the lovesick look spread across your features.

“a quick shower, that’s it. and then I want to kiss you until i fall asleep,” his weight lifts from the bed and you peak from between your fingers. he’s hovering above you, an eyebrow raised.

“all the kisses you could ever want,” your words send him rushing to the shower, a giggle shaking you as you watch him disappear behind the bathroom door.

while he’s in the shower you search through your closet, finding a pair of sweats and a t-shirt you had stolen from your boyfriend long ago. setting them on the end of the bed, along with a pair of boxers he had left—specifically for moments like this.

as megumi slips from the steamed bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, he’s greeted with your soft, angel-like snores. slipping on the clothes you had set out for him, a simple action that continuously melted his heart—sent the butterflies in his stomach into spirals, he approached his side of the bed. peeling back the covers he crawled in next to you, arms looping around you, pulling you to his chest—where you belonged.

“gumi,” you mutter, fist balling his t-shirt.

“im here, darling.”

“im glad,” he grins down at you. you pull away from his chest slightly, sleepy eyes peering up at him. the corner of your lip twitches, provoking megumi to ask what you wished to say. “nothing,” you sigh. “its just,” nuzzling back into his chest, clinging onto his shirt a little tighter. “you are just so handsome.”

thank goodness the lighting was dim, and thank goodness you were drifting back to sleep—because the shade of red that painted your boyfriend’s cheeks was considered rather embarrassing.

“I love you,” he whispers into your hair. “I love you so much.”

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following prompts for:

jujutsu kaisen characters.

masterlist

Request open!! // Prompt not necessary to make request!

verbal prompts:

1. ‘where are you going?’ ‘where ever you aren’t’

2. ‘be careful. get to close and someone might think we are friends.’

3. ‘i got you. it’s going to be okay. you’re going to be okay’

4. ‘i know this hurts, but you need to stay awake’

5. ‘don’t close your eyes! please don’t close your eyes’

6. ‘i can’t stand you’

7. 'are you blushing?'

8. ‘if it makes you feel any better you can slap me. lightly’

9. ‘please don’t do this, don’t act like you care’

10. ‘i cant do this without you’

11. ‘please, don’t let go of my hand’

12. ‘all i want is your lips on mine right now’

13. ‘kiss me’ in a hoarse voice

14. licking their lips, eyes on the others lips. 'please'

15. ‘i’ve been thinking about you a lot lately’

16. ‘just…you and me?’

17. ‘us…i like the sound of that’

18. ‘you are just so handsome’

19. ‘you screwed up’ ‘i know!’

20. saying ‘i love you’ as an apology

21. ‘i think i deserve a kiss’

nonverbal:

22. hiding face in hands

23. stuttering

24. scratching the back of their head nervously

25. shifting weight from side to side

26. unable to open eyes for a few seconds after a kiss

27. one small kiss, pulling away for a instant, then devouring each other

28. cupping each other’s cheeks

29. running a thumb over their bottom lip

30. leaning forward to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

31. watching them sleep, drawing patterns on their skin/playing with their hair

32. giving up their seat for you

33. playing with the others rings

34. seeing their shoelaces are untied and tying them for them

35. talking about the names of their future children

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[ just doing my job ]

📂 big bro! gojo satoru x geto! fem! reader ( x bf! toge inumaki ) . somewhere along the way gojo became your big brother (and he loves to tease you about your love life) . mentions of reader and gojo missing suguru .

“they remind you of us, right?”

“maybe a bit,” you shrug, wearing a grin as you peer up at the white haired man. “yuji’s definitely funnier than you ever were tho.”

your teacher scoffs, flicking your forehead. “you were a child, you don’t remember anything.”

“I actually remember a good bit of my childhood, thank you very much.” you hiss as you rub at your head.

the two of you fall into a silence once again, turning to face the group of students in front of you. your gaze lingers from the three first years arguing to the three second year students—your classmates. they each stand, looking bored and fed up, as they wait for the other three to settle down; something the man beside you should be encouraging.

as you catch bits and pieces of the argument broken out on the training field you giggle to yourself, your mind returning back to when you were younger and would witness your brother, gojo, and shoko have their moments of disagreements—it usually ended in them turning to you, a literal child, for a final say.

“you don’t think I’m an attention seeker, right?” satoru had pouted, tilting his head to the side. shoko and suguru groaning behind him in unison. “say no and i’ll buy you something,” the white haired teen whispered as he leaned forward.

“whoa! whoa! whoa! there will be no bribing,” suguru had shoved himself between the two of you now and the argument had only escalated from there. but in the end satoru did buy you something, and then a few more somethings—“what I cant spoil my sister?”

“she’s my sister, satoru.”

your lips press into a thin line as you blink away the image of your brother, a dull ache pulsing through your heart—you missed him. you missed the way he’d comb your hair and twirl it back into a bun, you missed how he’d patiently sit and allow you to paint his nails different colours—sometimes he’d even allow you to give him a face of makeup to match his whole look. “don’t you look pretty,” satoru would mumble as he welcomed himself into suguru’s dorm—bags of snacks for the three of you to share.

he always bought your favourites—even now; whenever satoru returned from a mission it was always expected that he’d return baring some sort of treat or candy he spotted throughout his journey, even if it was simply heading down the block. satoru loved his sweets. yuji often complained as your teacher handed you a gift.

the pink hair boy would pout and wonder where his candy was, but you always shared—and eventually satoru had gotten into the habit of buying multiple treats. “you don’t have to buy more than one, satoru. its fine, really.” but in gojo fashion he ignored your statement and proceeded to arrive at your dorm with a plastic bag full of your favourite sweet pink-packaged candies that you loved so much.

sometimes he’d arrive at your dorm to hear your vibrant laughs or the constant chatter of you and your fellow students as you played games and caught up after classes.

he’d knock softly and wait, never opening the door unless you called out or did it yourself. his tall frame would loom over you as you peered up at him from the doorway, he’d grin and extend an arm—plastic bag crinkling at the movement. your own hands would grip the handles and pull them to your side. “thank you, ‘toru.”

“just doing my job,” he’d joke. at first it confused you, but you hadn’t questioned it. you suppose this was apart of his job, going out and fighting curses, and then returning with candy. but one night when he arrived at your door he expected silence, the sun had set hours ago and he planned on leaving the bag of sweets outside your door to find in the morning—but when your muffled sobs greeted his ears he found his knuckles softly tapping at the wood separating the two of you. “sweetheart?” he was met with silence, but your sobs had ceased. “you don’t have to let me in,” he whispers. “but I just need to know if you’re okay.”

“you can come in, satoru.” your voice was strained, and the mere sound of it practically shattered his heart.

he pops the door open slightly, “are you sure? if you wanna be alone thats alright.” his blue eyes meet your bloodshot one as you nod. he shuts the door softly and settles himself on the edge of your bed, his fingers mindlessly tracing the pattern of your duvet.

“do you ever miss him?”

your question catches him off guard, but he nods. “all the time,” he sighs.

“what do you do? you know, to make it better?” he slumps, his hand reaching for yours. you let him take it, he cringes at the coolness to your touch—taking your hand between both of his to attempt to warm your fingertips.

“I like to think about all the fun we had together, things we liked to do…sometimes I like to pretend he’s still here.” he admits with a soft shrug, his gaze still on your hand sandwiched between his.

“me too,” you hum—shuffling closer, leaning on his side. he sighs and places his head atop yours. the scent of his bodywash comes off of him in waves and the linger of his lavender shampoo tickles at your nose. “thank you for always being here for me.”

“just doing my job,” his forefinger and thumb pinch at your cheek, you swat him away as his words settle in. his job hadn’t been going on missions and bringing you back a sweet, his job was going on a mission and bring you back a sweet—because he was your brother.

you’re not sure when satoru became your brother, but one day he had stolen you away from suguru to go and have a brother-sister date—at the time you had only giggled at his words, but now…

satoru contacted you every morning with his schedule for the day, and if anything in the routine shifted he’d tell you—I just want you to know where I am in case you ever need me. at breakfast, lunch, and dinner he’d send you a text and asked if you ate—and if he was around he’d offer to get you you’re favourite take out. and in true brotherly fashion—when nobara had let it slip that you were going on a date with toge later one night, gojo satoru became peak big brother.

he didn’t know if he should send the younger boy glares or poke at him. should he threaten him or tell him your embarrassing stories?

which leads to now. the two of you watching the other students attempt to train.

“toge is looking at you,” you scoff and shove at his shoulder.

“stop.”

“what? I thought you loved him,” the smirk is prominent on his lips.

“we…we haven’t said the L-word yet,” you blush—your gaze focused on your hands as they sit in your lap. satoru chuckles from above you.

you glance up, peeking through your lashes—and just as satoru had said, toge stands staring at you.

his gentle eyes meet yours, and even from where you sit you can see the way the corners crinkle with his hidden smile.

“well, just by that smile alone I can tell he loves you.”

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[ my toge ]

📂 toge inumaki x geto! fem! reader . you and toge save each others lives . geto! reader—not really implied , mentions of blood (coughing up blood) , gojo caring for reader . (inspo—prompt 3: “I got you. it’s going to be okay. you’re going to be okay.” + prompt 4: “I know this hurts but you need to stay awake.”) .

a/n plot honestly didn’t go the way I originally planned, one of those moments where you start writing and then the characters just do their own things lol . requested when I wrote for jjk on my other account .

you blame yourself.

you blame yourself for the way your boyfriend hacks blood, his whole body shaking as the thick crimson substance splatters the demolished road beneath his feet.

the fight was over, each member of your group heaves for air as one by one you slump into the rubble.

tears are dried to your cheeks, your heart hammers in your chest, and your legs wobble beneath you—but you refuse to crumble, you didn’t deserve to rest. not after what you put your teammates through.

you had fumbled, and it nearly cost everyone’s life—especially your boyfriends. taking action a moment too late had landed you right in line of the curses attack, and toge hadn’t hesitated to speak up.

another loud cough reaches your ears, bringing your attention to the white haired boy slumping to the ground, blood dripping from his chin, eyes fluttering shut.

“toge!” your legs shake as you stumble in his direction, a panicked expression plastered across your face. maki and panda pull themselves from the ground, dragging themselves towards their fallen friend.

you kneel at his side, hands immediately cupping his cheeks.

your touch has his eyes fluttering open for a moment, a pained whine scratching at his throat as he leans into your touch. “I got you,” you huff—fighting back tears. you lift his head, placing him in your lap. a hollow cough echoes through his chest, the pain has him whimpering and pushing his face into your stomach—ignoring the damp blood that had stained your shirt during the fight. “its going to be okay. youre going to be okay,” tears brim your eyes as you comb through your boyfriends hair.

“don’t let him fall asleep,” panda speaks softly, paw placed on your shoulder.

you nod, bringing a hand to your cheeks, wiping at the tears now slipping down your face. “you need to keep those pretty eyes open, my toge.” you mutter, pulling his face from your shirt, thumbs rubbing at the smooth skin beneath his lashes.

his eyes flutter open, meeting yours for a moment before falling closed once again. “I know this hurts but you need to stay awake.”

the boy in your lap becomes a blur as another wave of tears flood your lashes.

“please, my toge.”

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toge lays unconscious, the crisp white blanket keeping him tucked into the bed. his arms lay unmoving at his sides, his hair sprawled across the pillow behind his head. a relaxed expression has fallen across his features—and as much as that should ease you, knowing your boyfriend is finally comfortable and the pain has fled his body, seeing him like this has your heart aching in your chest. because all you want is for him to open his eyes and watch as they squint with his toothy smiles.

“have you been here all night?” you turn to the door.

“satoru,” you mutter—acknowledging his presence before turning back towards your sleeping boyfriend.

“you look tired, you should rest.” the lanky white haired man crosses the room, standing on the opposite side of the bed, towering over toge.

“im fine,” although his eyes are covered by that piece of black cloth, you feel his sharp stare. “im okay.”

he merely huffs, oddly giving up. he grabs the stool that sits in the rooms neglected corner and drags it across the flooring, the legs scrape as he pulls it to toge’s side. you cringe at the screech of the wood on tile.

“shoko says he should wake up soon,” you glance away from toge’s soft expression, satoru’s blue eyes meet yours—his blindfold now hung around his neck. “I’ll stay with him, if you want to go eat…or sleep.”

you form a grateful smile, but shake your head. “I can’t leave him.”

“why not?”

“because…because he almost died and it was my fault,” you whisper. “he risked his life to save mine.” your bottom lip puckers softly. “I wasn’t fast enough and the curse came for me, toge was already exhausted and he pushed himself to save me. I did nothing but almost end both of our lives.”

“I heard you stayed with him while panda and maki contacted us, you kept him conscious—shoko says you saved him.”

“you shouldn’t have sent me, ‘toru.” the man across from you sighs, his icy gaze flickering to the boy laid between you.

“do not beat yourself up about this, everyone makes mistakes. believe me, you will make hundreds of more mistakes before you even finish second-year.” he chuckles, standing from his stool.

“do you make mistakes?”

the white haired man scoffs. “im the gojo satoru,” you hum softly. “but its expected for others to, and you’re only young. no one is expecting you to be perfect all the time,” you give him a pointed look. “okay, some people do. but I don’t and neither does nanami or shoko, and I know inumaki doesnt expect you to be mistake free.” you sigh and slump back into your chair, gaze focused on the rise and fall of toge’s chest. “youre growing, sweetheart.” his voice is soft as he rounds the end of the bed, planting a large hand atop your head. “its okay to mess up.”

you lean into his touch, clinging onto the comfort he brings.

“I love you,” the white haired man bends at the waist, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “and I know he does too, I mean no one risk their life for a girl they don’t love.” you sigh, craning your neck to look up at him.

“I hope he loves me,” you chuckle softly. “or else id look ridiculous,” gojo hums in agreement.

“so youre going to ignore what I said?” you frown, confused. “I love you? aren’t you going to say it back?”

you giggle, leaning into him, your head pressing against his stomach. “I love you too, satoru. thank you, for everything.”

“no problem, kiddo.”

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TOGE INUMAKI X GETO! FEM! READER (FT. BIG BRO! GOJO SATORU) MASTERLIST

(these fic don’t have to be read in ‘order’ as there isn’t a continuous storyline)

! my toge you and toge save each others lives . (injured! toge)

! just doing my job somewhere along the way gojo became your big brother (and he loves to tease you about your love life)

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GOINGFERALFORHIM ’s masterlist ;

TOJI FUSHIGURO

GOJO SATORU

GETO SUGURU

NANAMI KENTO

! 11:30pm how you and nanami make up . (husband! nanami x wife! reader)

TOGE INUMAKI

! toge inumaki x geto! fem! reader (ft. big bro! gojo satoru) masterlist

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

! 2.56am gumi is tired and wants kisses . (tired! clingy! megumi x reader)

YUJI ITADORI

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