♡ THE ONE AND ONLY CUPID

brainrotting so hard rn thinking of megumi who absolutely refuses to admit his feelings for his best friend but okay so hear me out shikigamis are often reflections of their owner, right?

his shikigami – his demon dogs, nue, escape rabbit etc etc are ALL attached to reader, constantly begging for their attention and being so protective towards reader whenever he brings them out. and reader can't help but feel loved and safe whenever they're around.

because the affection his shikigami has for you is a reflection of megumi's feelings for you <3

n. THIS IS SOOO GOOD and i just HAD to make a drabble out of it. i also feel megs will sometimes be jealous but.. hey.. isn’t that just an extension of HIMSELF? thank you nonnie cause i had fun brainrotting this wit chu <3

under the dappled shade of a tree, you and your bestfriend sat nestled amidst nature's embrace. the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing soundtrack to the lazy hour after school as the cool breeze swayed in between. you leaned against the sturdy trunk, the rough bark a comforting support against your back, whilst fushiguro reclined nearby, never not a book on hand, his presence a familiar comfort in the tranquil surroundings. he looked too focused, way too focused right now.

“fushiguro,” you called out whilst biting back a smile, holding up your index finger in a playful gesture. “one favor.”

“no.” came his immediate response, closing off any opportunities as he remain engrossed in his book.

it was a usual thing for you to do, pester him for fun with many favors. you knew that despite his protests, he would always give in to your whims. it was one of the things you adore about him actually, the lengths he’d go to make you feel better.

undeterred, you continued, pouting slightly. "but fushiguroo..."

“no.” he repeated firmly. “your one favor usually turns into a two favor, and a three—“

“i promise it’s only a favor this time!”

a wind brushed his black locks as he peered up from his book, letting out a slight forced sigh as he finally locked his eyes with yours. “just one favor.” he conceded, unable to resist your asks.

the smile of yours finally burst out, and the favor rolled off of your tongue. it was simple this time; you didn't have to use your pleading looks or other tricks to get him agreeing.

“can you summon some of your shikigamis? just wanna play with them.”

fushiguro's expression softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his initial resistance. he closed his book gently and set it aside, his attention fully on you now.

"alright," he relented, his tone warmer now. "i can do that, only for a short while."

you nodded eagerly, grateful for his concession. fushiguro had a way of understanding your needs even when you were being particularly bothersome. so you wasted no time in joining in the play, laughing and running around with his divine dogs. fushiguro watched with a fondness in his eyes, silently grateful for moments like these.

well, he too had other ideas. he certainly seems to have a knack for stirring up trouble and was definitely intentional. while you were distracted by the dogs swarming about you, he summoned an army of his rabbits—a large number of them—and they all jumped at you at once.

“do you want me to get killed from your rabbits?!” the shout was muffled as his rabbits covered quite every inch of your body. “did you tell them to come at me?!”

no, your bestfriend never ask his shikigamis to come at you the moment he summoned them. fushiguro megumi's shikigamis, his loyal companions, had a mind of their own. he never trained the dogs to nozzle around you, the rabbits to bounce over you, or nue to sit on your shoulder. for that they didn't heed the conventional rules of summoning or obedience; instead, they acted on their instincts, driven by an unspoken directive to protect and be close at all times—fushiguro megumi’s instincts to protect you and be close at all times.

“dunno,” picking up where he left off and submerging back to his pages. “maybe.”

“you’re such a prick!” the words burst forth as you try to get the rabbits off of you.

he watched you from a distance, his heart swelling with affection as you kept playing around with his shikigamis. but he still tried to held back his own smile, a silent observer in the background, content to bask in the warmth of your presence.

yet, as if on cue, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he could not hide it any longer.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

𝔐𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔪𝔦 𝔉𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡

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>ꜱꜰᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɴꜱꜰᴡ

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Megumi who only opens up to you. It takes him a while but he learns that it's a good thing to be open with the person you trust the most and that turns out to be you. He's slightly emotionally unavailable but he does try his hardest to show and express his true emotions when he's around you, and you'll see him smile more if you accept him for this and take it slow and patient.

Megumi who's always angry with everyone but you. He's always scowling or frowning at everyone else and has a pretty short temper, but when his attention is focused on you, those stressed brows calm down and he's frowning slightly less. Something about you calms him down exponentially and he finds it strange at first that he doesn't feel so uptight, but he gets used to it.

Megumi who will hold your hand when you walk. He's not big on a public display of affection, but he feels required to make it obvious that he isn't just there with you, he's dating you. So wordlessly he makes it known by slipping his slender fingers into yours and taking a gentle yet firm grip on your hand. If he feels like someones staring a bit too much though that hand slips round your waist or to your hip, he can't help it.

Megumi who will remember every detail about you. He's the best listener, so everything you tell him about yourself gets written into a visual mental note. Oh you briefly mention a necklace you saw that you like, he'll be buying it as soon as he can, your favourite band, song, food, drink, just everything. He thinks it's important to know everything about you, so whenever he does something he can personalise it and make it really special.

Megumi who secretly adores to cuddle. If you ask him in public for them, he'll act indifferent and act like they aren't wanted, and even in private he'll still act as though he doesn't want them. But when you sit down and wrap your legs and your arms around his sleek figure, he sighs and wraps his arm around you in return, but he secretly feels warm. He's in love and he knows it, feeling the weight of your pretty self set on him he could never truly complain.

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Megumi who loves when you ride him. Seeing your fucked out face as your body bounces up and down on his cock is unbeatable. The sounds of your hips slapping into his and your moans and desperate whimpers as you chase a high has him shivering and groaning. His hands will always find your waist and he'll help you when you begin to shale, to keep your rhythm up. He'll groan softly and sometimes he'll be whining just as much as you, depends on the day really.

Megumi who has a thing for hair pulling. If he's fucking you from the back, his hips slapping against your plush ass, he wont hesitate to take a chunk of your hair into his hand and pull your head up. He'll lean over your back as he thrusts into you, looking into your eyes from the side as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. He'll always hold your hair when you're giving him head, though that's more so it's not in your way. If you run your hands through his hair when he eats you out, he'll be groaning into your pussy every now and then, secretly he's into soft tugs to his hair, even if he does prefer being the giver.

Megumi who avoids public sex, but sometimes can't help it. He won't fuck you in public, but if you're sat together and he's needy, his hand will rest on your thigh, slowly creeping around and holding a death grip on the inner section. If he gets any sort of approval from you, he'll double check no one can see what his hand is doing before shamelessly sliding his fingers into your panties. He'll slip 2 fingers into your wet pussy and pump them in and out slowly to avoid any squelching noises, looking at you from the side and making you keep quiet. Bite your lip and look forward, can't be getting caught now can you?

Megumi who can't last long when sucked off. You're on your knees, both hands wrapped around his muscle filled thighs, your cheeks sucked in and your head bobbing back and forth on his sensitive cock. He tries to suppress his noises, but your mouth gets the best of him, whimpers and grunts leaving his throat with each movement. He'll come even quicker when you use your hand on his base, sucking at his tip while pumping the rest of his unattended length. He has a habit of not warning you before he comes, so don't be too surprised if your mouth is filled with a warm liquid in record time.

Megumi who loves when your thighs are around his head. He'll reassure you if you're scared of crushing him, and will help to ease you down the first time you sit on his face. The second your slick pussy is against is mouth he'll groan into it, and his hands will dig into your thighs. Whether they're thick or thin, he adores them. He'll pull them to wrap around his head in a choking grip, needing at the flesh and moaning about it, as his nose rubs against your clit and his tongue licks and kisses your soaked folds.

bro there's this majestic as guy in my school that has the same hair as yukimiya 🤤🤤🤤🤤

(we've never interacted before)

STAPH gift that boy a pair of glasses 👓🤓

(lowkey me fangirling over a random human who doesn’t know i exist)

i missed u my beloved child 💔

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ᰔ daily life with satoru gojo

LOVIN’ YOU IS EASY

cw: slice of life, very soft & domestic, slightly suggestive, megumi gets a love boner LOL, aged up characters (as always!!!) 

It’s decently late, nearly midnight, when Megumi finally comes home. 

His day was on the longer side, one of his missions running late into the night—not to mention the heavy rain refusing to let up making everything feel slower and colder and worse. He’d made sure to send you a text that he’d be home late, reminding you not to wait up for him, that he’d come home to you all the same.

So he’s careful to be extra quiet when silently squeezing through the door and locking it behind him. Squeaky boots dragging on the hardwood floor, he carefully wiggles them off of his feet before flicking on the tiny lamp beside him. 

In the barely illuminated apartment, he can now see your curled-up blob of a frame laying comfortably on the couch, softly rubbing your squinting your eyes at the sudden light. 

He sighs, one equally filled with disappointment and relief at the comforting sight.

“What are you doing out here?” he gently hisses.

The umbrella he sets down is damp with glittered raindrops. His actions are less cautious now that he knows you’re close but awake. 

He watches you slightly sit up against the arm of the couch. “Waitin’ for you,” you groggily state the obvious.

Megumi’s eyebrows slightly crease with disapproval, “I told you not to.”

“Yeah, and you should know by now that I don’t listen to you.”

He smiles at that—he shouldn’t, but he does. 

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ᴵ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ...

SUMMARY: when people ask how you met satoru, your response would be “at a club,” and while he'd smile and nod along in agreement, there was much more to the story…

PAIRING: bartender! gojo satoru x actress! reader

TW: 18+, masturbation, obsessive satoru...

A/N: part of my bartender gojo series but can be read as a stand alone, mostly satoru being a lil creepy shit... I mean fanboy!

It all started with a magazine...

During his proud bachelor days, Satoru had been a faithful subscriber to various porn sites and magazines. It wasn't that he had any problems with finding women to satisfy his needs; on the contrary, women at the club were obsessed with him.

One charming grin paired with a wink was enough to get anyone flushed and ready to drop their panties for Gojo Satoru. It was all just way too easy, and with the lack of challenge, eventually he lost interest in hooking ups.

Now, this particular magazine was one of his all-time favorites, so imagine the dismay when instead of receiving the usual erotic magazine, he found the latest issue of Vogue delivered to his doorsteps. A simple error on the mailman's part, and further proof to Satoru, that one simply couldn't find good service anymore.

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Sighing with disdain, Satoru flipped through the pages. “Boring, boring, boring…” He muttered, preparing to dump the magazine in the trash. With his flawless skin and exceptional looks, what did he need this for!?

Just as he was about to toss it away, a particular image caught his eye - it was a picture of you.

Nothing much about the ad was special, except for you. Who'd been featured prominently, wearing a two-piece swimsuit and, holding up a bottle of sunscreen, with a charming smile that screamed, “Buy this.” clever sales tactic, using a pretty girl like you to promote products, and god, you were pretty. 

Satoru could feel his heartbeat pick up as he studied your face; the cheery red lipstick enhanced your features, he was hooked, and the growing tent in his pants further served as evidence of just how much.

Turns out Vogue wasn't so boring after all…

“Hmmm...” he moaned softly, sliding his hands down his sweatpants to massage his growing hard on, his eyes fixated on the outline of your curves, the way the blue bikini clung onto your tits, and how the pantie strings were tied in a cute little ribbon. It'd be so easy for him to rip the flimsy fabric off you...

“Fuck.” Satoru groans, squeezing the tip of his pre-dripping cockhole. He wasn't going to last long tonight...

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Getting you out of his brain proved to be impossible. Your face was always there in the back of his mind during whatever mundane tasks he'd been doing. In the shower, eating breakfast, at work, heck, even his dreams weren't safe, you'd wormed your way in them with the same kissable lips and sweet smile; it was like he was back to being a teenager boy with a puppy crush.

Two weeks after failing to distract himself, his resistance cracked, and he looked up your name online.

You were an actress...

That was the first thing Satoru learned. Not yet a household name, but a rising star nonetheless, with a decent amount of people seeming to enjoyed your works.

The second thing he found after obsessively scrolling through your social media accounts was that you had a boyfriend, Naoya Zenin. Now that was a name Satoru was familiar with—the regular VIP asshole at one of his clubs.

Lips twisting into a disgruntled frown, he stares at a recently posted picture of you with Naoya. What did you even see in this punk? He was an egoistical little shit...

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The following evening, Satoru sat down to watch the very first movie you had a leading role in, a typical light hearted rom-com. in it you'd played the role of a clumsy assistant, oblivious to the fact that your boss had a crush on you.

Dispute the predictable plot, Satoru couldn't bring himself to turn it off; his eyes locked onto your every expression as it shifted from serious to flustered during the romantic scenes. You were good Satoru admired despite not having much experience then, you obviously had versatility.

As the movie's plot advanced, so did the romance; simple handholding turned into kissing and making out...

Every time the camera zoomed in on you and your costar, Satoru gritted his teeth, a bitter taste raised to the back of his mouth, watching as you moaned into another man's lips. It was absurd, irrational, and he didn't even know you, so where was this anger coming from!? Why did he wish it was him on screan kissing you instead!? Why did his want to punch the fucker for touching you!?

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Safe to say, Satoru never watched any more of your works in the romantic genre again; his heart couldn't handle seeing you with another man...

What he did watch were interviews; he'd spent hours getting through every single one from the time of your debut, memorizing all of your preferences, from your favorite color to how many kids you wanted to the most used brand of perfume, shampoo and lotion.

He even bought a batch of perfume for himself, spraying it on his pillows and sheets, and using the lotion as lube whenever he'd fucked his fists to your pictures.

Eventually He'd lost count of the nights he spent lazily stroking his aching cock and imagining it was your little hands, or pretty lips on him ... those fantasies always ended with his cum splattered on his abs and the sheets. Not that Satoru minded the mess; he just wished he could have you there with him instead, longing to know how it'd feel to stuff your tight holes full of his cum...

Soon enough, his phone's wallpaper changed from the blank blue to a picture of you from your photoshoot for Vogue; he even hung a few posters of you in his closet, a little shrine dedicated to his one and only.

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It took some time for Satoru's best friends to notice his twisted obsession with you.

Shoko was the first one to point out how unhealthy it was, “At this rate you'll end up becoming a stalker, and getting charged for harassment.” she'd stated after finding out about his little collection.

“Just fuck a couple of chicks and get over this one, buddy.” Suguru advised, not knowing of his blue-eyed friend's various failed attempts at doing just that.

Satoru had tried to fuck someone.

The girl was one of his regular clients, tall, slim, hot, and pretty confident. She'd flirted with him a couple of times, and he'd indulged in it, thinking, why not?

He took her to dinner and had a fancy hotel room picked out just for the occasion. But when he finally had her in bed, he couldn't go through with it. She felt wrong; her eyes weren't the same shade as yours, her laugh wasn't like yours, and the way she talked annoyed him, so he left.

He'd tried this a few more times with different women, but it always ended the same.

The closest he'd come to getting his dick wet was in his private room in the back of the club. She had the same hair color as yours, and Satoru thought if he'd pretend hard enough, she could be you.

But then he made the mistake of moaning out your name instead of Sasha, or was it Simona ? ... well, he didn't remember, but whoever she was had left him with a harsh reality check, and a red slap mark on his face.

So He stopped trying after that.

The next woman Satoru fucked would be you or no one else. Sure, you had a boyfriend; sure, you didn't know he existed, and sure, there was a chance you never would, but he was convinced, with enough money and time, you would find your way to him.

Until then, Satoru would spend his nights imagining what it'd be like if he could get a chance to show you just how perfect he was for you, and pretending like you were his all the damn time . . .

✎⁠ I'm trying to get out of my writing slump so hopefully this was a good start (ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) asks are open for feedback and ideas so feel free to send me thoughts <333

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