#gojo satoru x fushiguro megumi

[imkirauwu]

sloppy kisses, dirty wishes

gojo satoru / megumi fushiguro

baby this is living ⭐️

written for the Blackjack: JJK Big Bang

Listen to the song from the title here.

Find the fic on AO3 here.

Series Tags: Fuck or die, dubious consent, tentacles, double Gojos, threesome, mutual pining, domain expansion, switching, riding, anal sex, multi-chapter.

Summary: Megumi opens his mouth, forcing air from his lungs and choking on a silent scream. This is not how things were supposed to turn out.

Fuck.

Read on for a preview of Chapter 1: domain~

Megumi opens his mouth, forcing air from his lungs and choking on a silent scream. This is not how things were supposed to turn out.

Fuck.

Solo missions are always a toss up. The higher ups claim sorcerers are in “high demand” these days, and there aren’t enough on duty to provide backup. Bullshit. Especially when their shining star, Gojo “The Strongest” Satoru, is lazing around on the other side of the veil as Megumi does all the work.

Typical.

The intel is always shit, too. The grade, amount, location; it’s all made up. That’s what Megumi thinks, anyway. He can count the number of missions he’s been on where the mission debrief actually played out as planned on one hand. Two fingers, actually.

Twice. It’s only ever happened twice.

This isn’t the first bind Megumi has found himself in. It is, however, the worst of them. The curse had turned out to be much stronger than initially promised. Once he finally found the damn thing it just disintegrated into the concrete, leaving behind a nasty, viscous trail of curse goo. It could be tracked, at least, and Megumi was able to trap it in the corner of a dark room. The abandoned home this curse has taken residence in is nothing short of a dump. It must have been rotting for over a decade and is filled with a spine-chilling aura that suggests absolutely nothing good happened here. 

Despite his best efforts, and Totality’s as well, Megumi had been restrained. Sticky, goo-like tendrils wrapped tightly around his ankles and wrists, immobilizing him and deactivating his technique in an instant. The room was dark to begin with, dimly lit by the musty, torn curtains hanging from the windows on either adjacent wall of the bedroom, but as Megumi is dragged to the ground the space around him is devoured by a thick darkness. 

The inside of this domain has a dominating presence. The air feels gritty, scratching at the inside of his lungs with every breath. Megumi struggles, pulling against his restraints but to no avail. 

Surrenderrrrrr…

Megumi winces, pain jolting through his head. Pressure mounts beneath his skull as a shaky voice rattles against his ear drums. It’s as if… the voice is coming from inside his mind.

Surenderrrr to… desirrrre…

A scream rips from Megumi’s throat as he begins to thrash, the tendrils only tightening and testing the limits of his circulation. The voice continues to drone louder with every passing word, and Megumi’s ears ring with a searing pain. 

When the silence comes it’s nearly deafening; the eerie aftermath of the havoc the curse had wreaked in Megumi’s mind. Willing himself to think clearly, Megumi goes through his options. He can’t make hand signs right now, so his technique is out of the question. Even if he could take hold of a weapon from his shadow space, he can’t maneuver his wrists enough to even think about slashing his way free. It’s no use struggling, the holds on him only growing tighter with every tug against them. Megumi howls in frustration, his broken screams echoing endlessly in the vast space. Just as the area quiets once more, a sarcastic—somewhat familiar—scoff cuts through the quiet. In the distance, the silhouette of a humanoid figure emerges from the darkness. As it nears closer, the glow of the domain illuminates enough to reveal a man with shaggy white hair and round sunglasses with black frames. His hands are shoved in his pockets and he dons a wicked smirk, striding ever closer with the swagger of a man far more confident than anyone should ever have the right to be. 

It all becomes clear as the figure passes beneath a low-hanging candle, lighting up sharp cheekbones and pure white brows. He looks eerily like… Gojo. 

“Bingo,” the man utters, stopping a few feet short of Megumi’s position and kneeling until they’re eye level. He lowers his glasses, looking over the rim and revealing piercing blue eyes characteristic of only one person Megumi knows of. “Gojo Satoru, special grade. But you already knew that.” 

“You’re not him,” Megumi snaps. This thing may look like him, speak like him, embody his haughty personality, but from the looks of it, he’s much younger. He’s the spitting image of his sensei from the past when he was somehow even more full of himself, less experienced, and yet just as stunning.

“And what does that matter?” He scoffs, righting his glasses and leaning in until his nose brushes the tip of Megumi’s. “This is what you want, isn’t it? Who cares if it’s real?” Megumi shivers, unable to ignore the obvious desire coursing in his blood. He won’t dare say out loud—at this point he’s barely even admitted it to himself—that many of his thoughts are delegated to that of Gojo in compromising positions performing acts that are even more compromising. That for as long as he can remember he’s had visions, dreams, a desperate hunger for the man he feels the closest bond to. The one person who had always been there.

The one Megumi can never have.

Megumi turns his head away, feeling warm huffs of breath brush against his cheek. Another laugh is followed by a finger beneath Megumi’s chin, guiding his gaze to reunite with crystalline blues. 

“Ah comeon, Megumin~”

“Don’t call me that.” Megumi can feel the tips of his ears heat in a mixture of frustration and arousal. This thing is so close, looking at him like he’s something to be devoured, calling him by that nickname. The same one that he… 

“You… can’t call me that.” 

The thing claiming to be Gojo grins wryly, licking his lips before leaning in impossibly closer. Megumi jerks his head backwards, stopping abruptly as long fingers wind in his hair and hold him still. “Ah, what? Only he can call you that? That it?” 

Megumi grimaces, frozen beneath the weight of piercing, familiar eyes ripping him open. It’s uncanny, he’ll admit, and if he were to let himself forget where he is he just might let the illusion consume him—believe it’s all reality. 

“Aww, don’t look so hurt,” the thing whines, a flimsy pout coloring his expression. “I have feelings, ya know. Besides!” His grip on Megumi releases as he stands, taking a few steps backwards and unbuckling his belt. “It’s not like you’ll actually resist me.” 

Megumi cocks an eyebrow, rage churning in the pit of his stomach. “Ha, as if I would ever want anything from you. Or him for that matter.” It’s not unlike that of how his sensei makes him feel—frustrated, hot, his vision blurring at the edges as he fails to hold his sharp tongue. The shade just rolls his eyes, yanking the belt from his pant loops and discarding it haphazardly to the floor. The metal buckle clangs against hard, concrete floors, echoing for what seems to go on unendingly. Megumi winces, his head still throbbing from whatever this place is putting his body through. 

“The silly games might be ‘cute’ to him, Megumin. But you’re right, I’m not him.” 

Megumi is fuming, and it’s only worsened by how turned on he is by the entire encounter. This isn’t a coincidence. He had definitely been thinking—fantasizing—about this version of his sensei. The “honored one” with a sly wit and cocky attitude that he had heard such grand stories about. The one in the photos next to Geto Suguru, smiling wide as if the man next to him righted his world just by existing. Megumi had dreamed of setting that scene straight, taking his rightful spot, replacing deceit and flimsy promises with something solid. He could give Satoru everything he deserved. He could give him way more than that traitor ever could.

That nickname, the one Gojo singsongs so cheerily in the mornings, beckoning for Megumi to roll out of bed and shuffle his way to the kitchen for breakfast. The same one that always prefaces some comment that inevitably has Megumi snapping, exhausted by the back and forth but reveling in it all the same. Coming out of anyone else’s mouth it feels wrong. Tainted. Like he’s being mocked. Even out of someone with the same face and demeanor, there’s a sharpness behind his tone. Something sickening, not at all like that of the Gojo he knows. Read the rest on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42775491/chapters/107457045

[daemontargaryenwhore]

that's why Gojo made Yuji's uniform like that

[gojoforever69]

Running your fingers through a fresh undercut is godly and you just know mans keeps it neat on the regular 🤤

[inupibaldspot]

Back off,kid.

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : (Teen)Gojo is jealous over (kid) Fushiguro having a crush on you.

Fushiguro Megumi always wonders if he made the right choice every time a white-haired sunglass wearing teenager walks into the house.

The tall older boy would grin as his hands form a salute. “You doing good Megumi and Tsumiki?”

He was as useful as the indoor plants. Fushiguro thought.

Gojo wasn’t much good at cooking and neither helped with cleaning, probably because of his rich background—but he did spoil them with lots of food and pocket money but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

As much as Fushiguro would love to throw insults at Gojo, he holds back his tongue each time; Tsumiki would send sharp glare and nag him if he did.

The first friend he brought to visit them was a girl; it was after Gojo went missing for a while and when Tsumiki inquired about it ,he simply said one of his dear friend went cray-cray as his finger twirls at the temple of his head.

The girl had short, brown hair with a distinct smell of cigarette; her name was Shoko Ieiri. She wore an impressed look when she entered the house as she looked over to Gojo. “Heh— The place is pretty neat,Gojo.”

Fushiguro looked to Gojo who placed some groceries on the counter top with a proud smile on his face. “I know right!” Gojo replies.

The young boy frowns. “It’s Tsumiki who keeps the place clean.” Shoko gives Gojo a stare before she cackles.

A week later when Tsumiki was still in school with club activities, another person makes an appearance ,you. He could faintly hear conversations between you and Gojo through the front door on how you’d actually wanted to visit them sooner but was bombarded with mission before it swings open.

The first thing Fushiguro noticed was how Gojo seemed to make you enter first— other times he barges in without a care for Shoko— his hands near your back with a slight space, without touching it. Why was Gojo being nice?

You blink at the dark haired boy. “Fushiguro Megumi, right?” Gojo peers from behind as you smile. “Did you eat?”

“Not yet. Waiting for Tsumiki to get home.” Fushiguro thinks you’re the first person who is kind of decent.

You nod take plastic bag from Gojo’s hands and lift up it, your smile widen. “I’ll make you some good stuff then.”

“I want to eat your cooking too,y/n.” Gojo chirps in only to be ignored. And to your credit, it was actually good. He didn’t remember the last time he had something this good home made.

After that, your visits seemed to increase which Fushiguro Megumi did not mind, in fact he was getting fond of your presence. You helped with food, cleaning which lessened the load on Tsumiki plus you also helped him with his studies.

“You seemed to get it now, Megumi.” Poor kid, blushes a bit hearing your compliment. “Practice this set of questions and I think you’ll do pretty well on your tests.” You smile.

Fushiguro nods as he does as you say, face still heated up. He looks up at you, who was reading a book. Your hair slightly in your face, lips slightly parted with eyes focused. You were extremely beautiful and as much as he wouldn’t admit it , he had a big fat kid crush on you.

“Megumi-chan.” Suddenly he is shoved to the side as a body makes way in between you and him. It was Gojo who sat in between. “Move over~ This seat is mine.”

The boy frowns and so did you, not liking Gojo’s action. “Don’t interrupt the kid, who is studying.” Kid? Ouch…You huff as your move over, despite you complaining you make space for him, focus back on your book.

Fushiguro watched as Gojo leans closer to you, almost resting his head on your neck as he looked over to your book; after a while eyes slowly moved over to you, his expression softens.

Gojo smiles as he tugs a piece of hair behind your hair, to which you don’t react as if it was normal. Thee older man then turns his head to Fushiguro—oops,he got caught staring.

The white haired boy then grins, a condescending one in fact as he mouths out the following words.

‘y/n-is-mine.” Fushiguro huffs. ‘back-off.”

·:*¨༺ Part 2༻¨*:·

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[izanaslvr-444]

i would let this man bang me so hard with no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen door to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I grasp for air, scream and huff, upside down on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on the chair, being carried, against a wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on the motorcycle, in the bed of a trunk, in a trampoline, in a bounce house, inside a pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, toe clenching, back arching, legs shaking, fist clenching, muffled sounds, ear ringing, mouth drooling, nose drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, can't take it anymore, legs divorcing and breaking in half, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, fireworks, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, soul snatching, over stimulating, ovulating, vile, sloppy, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, Beasley, devilishly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, black hole cresting, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, body numbing, can't walk, head nodding, volcano erupting, sweat rolling. Voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, skin peeling, pussy popping, back cuts, heavenly, devils tango, and still worth it.

[cckaisen]

୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 just because you’re mad at me .

req ! jjk men reaching out after a nasty argument.

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, angst TvT, yandere!yuta again I’M SORRYY, some suggestive.

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, toji, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, sukuna.

[nanaslutt]

when they see you wearing someone else’s jacket

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, shiu, higuruma, ino, shoko, uraume, megumi

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW MY ACC

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[loves4ge]

they send a picture of themselves !

incl. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro

pt ii

[piichuu]

♡ TEXTS WHEN THEY MISS YOU

FEATURING: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, kamo choso, fushiguro megumi, yuta okkotsu, itadori yuji, toge inumaki

WARNINGS: fluff <333

NOTES: should i start doing more smaus like this? i’ve seen others do it and thought it looked fun! <33

[roturo]

HOW THEY FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC.

HOW JJK MEN FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC. (semi public.)

warnings: semi-public sex, public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, exhibitionism, fingering, blowjob, use of vibrators, jealousy, marking, edging, dacryphilia, degradation kink, praise kink. reblogs are appreciated:)

gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, sukuna & yuuji itadori.

Gojo Satoru:

This man will make it obvious. He’s not embarrassed, in fact, he would be aroused by it. Noticing people giving the both of you stares, them noticing the hickeys on your neck, the messy makeup, it’s too much for him. Makes him hard again.

And it would happen at the most random times.

Mostly because he gets jealous, this man gets jealous because of everything. He doesn’t trust the other men around you. So that’s why he likes to show what’s his.

He’s more of taking the both of you to the restroom and fuck rather than a vibrator. Oh, and he loves teasing your legs with his fingers near your entrance, your trembling voice, hot face, making his pants get tighter and tighter.

“You like that. Don't you? Slut. Keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if you don’t want other to know how good i’m fucking your pussy right now.” You couldn’t contain your moans, not even covering your mouth helps. It was too much, he was too much.

“Don’t tell me you’re into that? Of course you’re into that. You fucking whore. I’ll make sure for everyone to know how good you get fucked. This pussy is mine.”

Geto Suguru:

This man is elegant. Uses vibrators, and fucks you in public as a punishment. He might not seem like it, but I swear this man is a JEALOUS man. Loves hanging out with others, sitting at the table while you’re by his side, hands down the table, control in hand and shakily sound coming out of you.

He would have a box of vibrators with different sizes, colors, and levels, just for this time of occasion or whenever he’s in the mood to just fuck with you.

Because he loves that, not only because he gets yards seeing you angry at him, but because of how turned on he gets while reclaiming what’s his.

He’s discreet about it, but makes it clear for you to never disobey him or look in direction towards another man.

“Am I going to fast baby?” He says in your ear, in a slow seductive low voice. Friends talking in front of the both of you, like nothing is happening down the table. “Aw, we’ll that’s so fucking sad for you, you decided to act like a big girl with other men, then take it like one.” He says while leveling up the vibrator, his hand resting on your thigh, looking happily at his friends and laughing at whatever they were talking about.

This was going to be a long day.

Nanami Kento:

He’s not the kind to fuck in public.

Prefers doing it in private, having his time, and enjoying it.

But when you get a little bit too bratty for his liking, he would snicker his legs(shoes) down the table to your center. Slightly moving it through your panties and clit, touching it with the point part of his shoe.

Edging you for release, he would retreat his shoe just in time for you not to cum. Asking the waitress for some water.

But when you get a little bit TOO bratty for his PATIENCE, he wouldn’t say a word. And that’s how you know you fucked up. Wouldn’t care if someone watched the both of you, he makes the two of you enter the restroom and fuck the soul out of you.

“You fucking slut. Couldn’t wait some hours to get fucked huh?” One of his arms wrapped around your waist, while his free hand rests on your neck. “And you need to have it right now. Like the fucking brat you are.”

Toji Fushiguro:

This man wouldn’t care. Not even like Gojo, he would make it SO obvious it becomes uncomfortable for the people around you watching the both of you having… intimacy.

His fingers would roam around your skirt/dress, making it easier for him to touch you, and shamelessly get under it. Touching the wet patch forming on your center, chuckling to himself. He loves knowing he has this type of power over you.

He would finger you to the max, his arm visibly shaking so you could get some pleasure, all while maintaining a smile like he’s overstimulating your core.

“I want to fuck you so badly.” He says while rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Too bad your fucking my fingers right now. I would love to fuck you infront of all this people. Such a piece of art.” A specific curl of his finger was enough for you to reach your climax. Trying to moan the lowest as possible to not bring any more attention, would be in vain, because he would shamelessly get his fingers out and insert them inside his mouth to lick your liquids off.

Megumi Fushiguro:

He’s not into it. Actually, you initiate it. By teasing him in public, touching him by ‘accident’ near his crotch. Showing a little bit more of your thigh to him, being all touchy.

But he’s a hard man to break, so you would get bored and annoyed easily. So that’s why you try to make him jealous.

And he won’t show it, but inside he’s figuring his own shadows to not fucking take you right there and erase that smirk of yours.

Taking advantage of you being way too busy trying to claim his attention while flirting with Yuuji, he went near the both of you and placed his hand on the back of your waist. Plastering a small smile on his face.

Yuuji noticed in less than a second he was mad. His hand traveled down your figure to your ass, your eyes widening looking back at Yuuji who was as shocked as you.

He gave a small almost visible smack, which caught you by surprise and made you squeak at the surprise. Feeling your face heated up, while Yuuji scratches the back of his neck. “Uhh…” He looks down at his phone, thanking god he has a way of leaving this situation. “Gojo-Sensei is calling me. Talk to you later guys!”

He sprinted as fast as possible towards the door, leaving the both of you alone. Wasting no time he laid you down on a desk and started taking your panties off and unbuckling his pants.

“You fucking whore. Can’t get enough of a cock you want another one huh?” He said while thrusts, a phone on his hand recording your fucked uo faces, tears dried down your cheeks. Messy moans and whines coming out of your mouth while he records the entrance where his cock appears and disappears inside of you.

The next day, he would ask Yuuji to meet him alone and show him the video. Threatening him to never let himself be that touchy with you.

Sukuna & Yuuji:

This would be more of a threesome tbh, this isn’t a lot like “public sex”, but i’ll start with explicit comments coming out of Yuuji thanks to a sukuna mouth appearing on his cheek. Saying how good your ass looked in that dress, saying how he wants to rip it apart and fuck you infront of everyone. Calling Yuuji a virgin and saying he has the same thoughts of you.

Yuuji would be bright red, looking at his classmates who were shocked and laughing at him at the remarks of Sukuna.

So that’s how you ended up in his room. Someway Sukuna and Yuuji being in control at the same time, while you fuck his cock in your mouth and ride his feet which has a mouth on it. Sucking your clit and tongue circling your entrance, until he appears with another arm and fingers you.

“Nn-ngh~ Don’t stop! You’re such a good girl…” Yuuji said while bobbing your head with his hand on top of your head. “She’s more of a brat. She’s teasing a lot, stop with that.” Sukuna said, curling his fingers just right, making you moan with his cock inside of you. Sending vibrations which made Yuuji moan and release inside of you. “Step back kiddo, it’s my turn to fuck with her.”

[pilloyz]

Every time I think about that shi I giggle

[daemontargaryenwhore]

“I bet on losing dogs. I know their losing and I’ll pay for my place, by the ring”

[yuwuta]

satoru is the friend that always upstages your boyfriend, but he’s so good to you that your boyfriend can’t really complain without coming across as the asshole in the equation. your boyfriend sends you flowers after your promotion, but satoru sends an arrangement of roses in the shape of your favorite animal. your boyfriend suggests going out to dinner for your birthday and gets you the piece of jewelry you’ve been eyeing as a present, but satoru’s the one who books the michelin-star restaurant and surprises you with a $10k handbag. you car breaks down and your boyfriend offers to pick you up/drop you off at work for the week, but satoru steps in a loans you his car and then tells you can keep it. and when your boyfriend does get the balls to confront satoru, he’s awfully relaxed, very calm as he explains that you’re his best friend in the whole world, so he just wants to treat you right. no harm in that, right? 

[inmaki]

jjk men react to you asking for nudes .

req! suggestive! incl: gojo, geto, nanami, megumi, toji, inumaki, choso, itadori, yuta

mlist! <— if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated muwah

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[cckaisen]

୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 knocked up, (or not) !

req ! missed period prank on the jjk men.

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, suggestiveness, crack !

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, geto, yuji, megumi, yuta, inumaki, toji, sukuna.

likes n reblogs r appreciated !! 💗

[nanaslutt]

jjk characters getting jealous about you hanging out with another person

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, shoko, higuruma, ino, yuta, megumi, yuuji

ʚ cont: suggestive, fluff, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT FOLLOW

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