A Typical Family (masterlist)

Suck it and see

| Megumi x reader

Hiding tonight

Your massive crush on Megumi Fushiguro is interfering with Maki's plan to win the exchange event.

Don’t sit down ‘cause I moved your chair

Expect the unexpected; Kugisaki and Panda are on a mission to get Megumi and you together. The two times, Nobara and Panda set you two up, and the one time they didn't need to do it.

Glass in the park

"Who needs sleep when you're with your crush, watching reaction videos to bad movies?"

Stuck in the puzzle

There's something about your magnetism that makes Fushiguro Megumi weak at the knees, compelling him to give you all of himself, even if it means exposing his most vulnerable side.

Piledriver Waltz

Brick by Brick

She’s thunderstorms.

Black treacle

The hellcat spangled Shalalala.

Library pictures

All my own stunts

Reckless serenade

Love is a Laserquest

Suck it and see.

That’s where you’re wrong.

Extras

Love language

can also be found under the suck it and see series tag

YES LAWDDDDDDD BOOMSHACKA LACKAAAAAA DATS MY IYA

(she’s) just a phase - m. fushiguro

he’s a guitarist that listens to puma blue, she’s having her brat summer and hooking up left and right, what could go wrong when the pair suddenly find themselves amidst of a dilemma containing a certain popular music app.

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pairing: megumi x f!reader

status: ongoing

tags/warnings: reader is a party girl, megumi is in a band, modern au, characters are aged up, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, smau, alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive, smoking, arguments, very slight angst buried under humor, probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

taglist: OPEN

yn style guide | megumi style guide | moodboard

megumi’s playlist | maneater station | tridant’s set list

sjap character uquiz!

INTRODUCTIONS: 365 party GIRLS💚 | bandmates (derogatory)

CHAPTER ONE: soundmates

CHAPTER TWO: babadook

CHAPTER THREE: lesbian digresser

CHAPTER FOUR: holy waters

CHAPTER FIVE: moon undah water

CHAPTER SIX: she’s my collar

CHAPTER SEVEN: like chernobyl?

CHAPTER EIGHT: choose your fighter!

CHAPTER NINE: i still hate you

CHAPTER TEN: swum baby

CHAPTER ELEVEN: flirting in space

CHAPTER TWELVE: sweet dreams, tn

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: hit and miss

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: when you’re sleeping

HALLOWEEN BONUS: TRICK OR TREAT!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: sixth sense

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: maybe a phase?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: burnt french toast

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: google is it legal to grade a certified panda meat in japan

CHAPTER NINETEEN:

CHAPTER TWENTY:

imagine best friend yuuji asking you to teach him how to eat pussy

“y-yuuji! you can’t jus’ lick me like that!”

“why not? how can i know how to do it if i don’t try it out?”

the blush on your face becomes more evident, your hand on his forehead as an attempt to push him away.

“fuc- fine, just- you have to listen okay? don’t lick me randomly!”

he nods his head, smiling out an “mhm!” with his face laid on your propped up thigh. fuck, you hate to admit it, but seeing such an innocent man, your best friend between your thighs took a bigger toll on you than you would’ve thought. you can’t exactly tell if your churning stomach is from the pleasure that he has brought upon you, or the possibility that you may have feelings for your best friend.

you reach down with two fingers to your cunt, pressing on your sensitive bud,

“h-here, this is the clit. pay a-attention to it.. because ‘s really s-sensitive, ‘nd it feels good..”

he stares down so intently, it makes you feel nervous.

“mkay!”

is all he says with a stupid grin, and before you have a chance to move your fingers, you feel his tongue pressed against your clit. he begins to circle the bud, lightly sucking it. he feels your body shiver, eliciting a gasp from you at the same time?

“s so sweet.. you’re so sweet..”

he doesn’t stop when he speaks. instead, he continues to lap at your cunt, his face evidently beginning to get wet from the mix of your slick and his saliva.

“y-yuuji! s-slow down..! ‘m gon-gonna cum too quick if you keep going..!”

but no, he doesn’t slow down, and he doesn’t stop. instead you feel his tongue slip into your cunt, sneakily bringing his hand up to your clit rubbing it softly.

“yuuji m c-cummin’!”

fuck he’s in heaven. he perks his head up from your cunt, his grinding on the surface of your bed begins to slow. he pants with a smile on his face, using the back of his hand to wipe some of your spilt cum off his face, just to lick it back up.

he loves your fucked out face, you’re so cute. you’re panting just as hard as him, hands planted on both sides of yourself to hold yourself steady after your orgasm.

“did i do goo-“

“y-yuuji! this isn’t your first time!”

you lightly backhand his head back and forth, causing his head to twist left and right a couple times before he catches your hand with his,

“of course it is!”

“no it not!”

“yes it is!”

hey wink cast a spell on me?

Megumi falling in love for the first time?

Attempts at Friendship are Unappreciated

Synopsis: Megumi doesn’t have a need for friends, let alone a lover. But upon getting his first crush, he learns some new things about himself, like maybe he cares more than he thinks.

pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x GN!Reader

content warning: SFW, potential friends to lovers, Megumi sorting out his feelings sort of stuff because cynical, overthinker Megumi is my favorite Megumi.

If you were to ask Megumi, he didn’t have any need for friends. And he has been asked before by people like Gojo and his sister. The answer was always the same. He prefers being alone. People were too complicated. Too selfish. Too good. Too everything, really. And he was, well, himself.

Even after arriving at Jujutsu High, it’s still unnerving to him to have someone talk to him so earnestly, like his eyes weren’t permanently fixed with irritation, like he wasn’t constantly avoiding others, like he didn’t wear indifference like a new fur coat in the height of winter.

Itadori was an unexpected exception. An outburst of emotion intravenously linked him to the other boy, the golden strings of their destinies twined and knotted together on Fate’s spinning wheel.

You, on the other hand, have no reason to befriend him. He’s never had anything to offer others in return for their company, which never bothered him until he met you.

Megumi questioned what it was about you that allows you to get so close. So, he lets you talk, chattering his ear off in the covered walkway hosting the vending machines.

He studies you inch by inch, searching for something in the bright expression on your face and the crinkle of your eyes when you smile; he still doesn’t know exactly what he’s looking for. Your motive – the reason for wanting to talk to someone like him?

“What’s your favorite color?” you ask.

“I don’t have one.”

It may sound like a rude dismissal of your question but it's the truth, the painfully boring truth. He’s never put much thought into trivial things like that. The fact settles heavily in his stomach and rings hollow in his chest like when his sister said he’d never learn to make friends if he didn’t put himself out there.

Back then, Megumi pretended not to have heard her. In truth, it bothered him when she said it, only for the feeling to quickly fade away before he even left school that day. That strange void he felt back then always seems to resurface at the worst of times.

“Would you say that you like black or silver better? How about blue?”

Megumi looks down and plays with the tab on his orange juice can, avoiding the thing about you that makes him want to hear you talk. Megumi has no need for friends. Attempts at friendship aren’t appreciated.

“They’re all fine,” he grumbles out. It’s the maximum he allows.

Megumi doesn’t have a type. It’s another one of those trivial things he’s never bothered to think about until his head was literally cracked through the pavement.

He knows all about types though, and he knows as much as he cares about romance from the bad to the good. Sweaty palms, blushing faces, pounding hearts were all reoccuring themes in his books.

Megumi never thought he’d have romantic feelings for anyone, no matter how fleeting. He reckons he isn’t capable of it. He just isn’t wired that way.

It’s comforting in a sense. It means he didn’t have to worry about attachments. Sure, he loves his sister, and Gojo, well, he cares for his benefactor, but he’s never considered the older man someone he felt okay investing all his feelings into. People his own age were complicated enough; adults were worse, his father was worse; the little he remembers anyway.

When he thinks about the way he met Gojo who too conveniently saved him from the Zen’in clan in exchange for becoming his student, it’s hard for him to let his trust flow purely even after all this time; even when Gojo took it upon himself to do Megumi favors like putting Itadori's room right next door (another thing Megumi didn't appreciate).

Megumi blames his long-seated resentment for the reason his heart starts to work overtime the day you present friendship bracelets to everyone. They’re fancy; many steps above the cheap kind that you’d find at some discount convenience store with plastic alphabets and random beads and symbols. He assumes a couple of the pieces might be real.

Kugisaki’s is green, shining on her wrist like emeralds. Megumi thinks it suits someone like Kugisaki, who would undoubtedly love to be covered in jewels. Itadori has a similar one, rotating with a pattern of red and opaque white pieces.

Standing in that hall, drowning out the conversation between Kugisaki and Itadori about who has the prettier bracelet, Megumi realizes he’s next.

It starts when you step in front of him; there’s a cautious tone to your voice when you say his name because you already know: attempts at friendship aren’t appreciated.

It's with a roll of anxiousness, the one that always comes with the mystery of whether his exchange with someone will be positive or negative and the skeptic thought in his head that reminds him most people always want something in return, that makes him throw up a wall.

“These probably aren’t your thing but I made one for you too,” you preface. “I hope you like it. I wasn’t really sure what to put on it so I made some guesses.”

You’re right. Friendship bracelets aren’t his thing; needing a token like a bracelet to prove your relationship to someone is asinine. It’s against what is supposed to make a friendship special. Strong friendships should need no words, right?

Most importantly, he doesn’t need it, and there’s no reason for you to give him one.

“You keep it,” he starts. However, it’s already too late as you grab his arm and slide the trinket over his hand.

“I don’t—” he starts again; there’s a bit of surprise in the way you look at him, the way everyone stops and looks at him actually. This quickly becomes one of those times where it’d be easier to go with the flow than to fight the current. “Fine.” He clears his throat. “Only because you already made it,” he explains more fully, stifling the embarrassment that wants to bubble from his chest with so much attention.

Like before, he finds himself too focused on watching you, the way your eyes soften from surprise and rejection to shining stars. He thinks this must be how the protagonists in those books feel when heat creeps up their neck. Those books also left him sorely unprepared that it would go past neck to his face and ears.

He breaks away from the situation, finding a way to retreat into the background to shield himself from the gooey feeling permeating the air. He drops his gaze to his arm, focusing on the bracelet with his name accompanied by a repetition of blue and silver, connecting the two—four—of you together.

Megumi fixes his sleeve over the bracelet, but he can’t hide how painfully aware he is of the charms rolling against his skin.

It was both a pleasant feeling and completely alien.

It broke.

Megumi was a bit reckless against a low-level curse, and it broke. He didn’t even realize it until after the battle was over and one of the silver charms were rolling under his foot.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal. It was bound to happen eventually considering this line of work. Yet, he still picked up the few pieces he could separate from the gravel, and the entire ride home his wrist feels unreasonably bare.

Thinking about how he messed up makes him annoyed at himself, especially when he wonders what you’d think if you noticed he wasn’t wearing it. You’d probably think he tossed it somewhere; that he didn’t like it. He liked it. The same way he likes to listen to you talk on car rides home after missions or when you ask him to hang out with you and the others or when you read all the books he recommends with the protagonists that are quickly becoming too relatable with every skipped heartbeat and tongue-tied word. He’s frustrated to acknowledge why that’s the case.

It’s only been three months since the start of the school year, he thinks. It took only three months for his thoughts to start drifting to his classmates, with you almost always center stage in them.

When he arrives back at the school, he finds your room and knocks on your door. He shows you what little remains of the gift you gave him, as if he needs to immediately absolve himself of any wrongdoing.

“Do you want me to make you another one?” you ask cautiously.

Megumi can guess why you’re hesitant considering he only accepted your gift because of peer pressure. He still believes gifts like this are silly and unnecessary.

But…

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

He wants it.

So, he goes into your room where he watches you begin the process of making him another bracelet. You ask him which accessories he would prefer, and like always he doesn’t have much preference other than what you think is best. As long as it isn’t too silly, of course.

He gives his undivided attention to how your fingertips pour over your work kit and the many square boxes filled with different miniature shapes before you carefully pick out one with a little dog face.

“I think this one is good,” you whisper to yourself before continuing your search for another complementing bead.

You smile as you work. It’s nice. Cute even as you bite down on your lip in concentration; and right now, he isn’t quite sure what to do with that information other than note the way it makes his palms feel clammy especially when he notices your eyes lift back up to his.

Megumi notices a lot about you actually. He notices how you always go out your way to get his, well, everyone’s opinion on everything. He notices that whenever you share your snacks with everyone that you always save ginger for him. He notices how your gaze lingers on him when you ask if everyone is in one piece after difficult missions. He also notices how your finger stops over a silver square, one with a little black heart carved in each side. He wonders, perhaps too hopefully, if the charm is just one you think he’d like or if it means more than that.

“Why do you always keep trying to talk to me?” he asks, fighting the urge to beg you to stop getting stuck in his mind so much.

Your head snaps up from what you’re doing.

“What do you mean? We’re teammates,” you answer simply.

“Aren’t missions enough? We don’t need to interact aside from that.”

You pinch your eyebrows at him, and there’s a frown on your face. “Sure we do.”

“There’s no reason.”

It’s not like he ever saved your life, not like Itadori. It’s not like he has a somewhat familial relationship with you, like Gojo. You’re not his sibling or his parent; he’s not the friendlist either so there’s no reason to try to get closer any more than necessary, and there’s no reason for him to be feeling so nervous right now.

“How about because I like talking to you? I think you’re pretty funny, and you’re a kind person.” You shake your head, laughing. “I don’t know. I just like being friends with you.”

Megumi doesn’t know what he was expecting. Some deep explanation why you keep trying to get close to him? Some selfish excuse from you that he could use to warrant pushing you away. A reason to justify why he likes you so much? A reason to hope you like him just as much?

Maybe.

There doesn’t need to be some special reason for you wanting to be his friend, which means he doesn’t really need a reason either.

“I see.”

“Finished,” you say, holding out his newly made bracelet to him. “I poured some of my cursed energy into it, so it won’t break so easily next time.”

Megumi feels calm once again when he feels the weight and roll of the beads on his skin again; the aura of your curse energy humming through it makes the connection back to you much more noticeable.

“What about me?” you ask, drawing his attention. “Do you like being friends with me?”

Megumi can’t answer that, not because he doesn’t have an answer, but because he feels like his tongue weighs more than lead as you lean closer into him.

His eyes find your lips, soft and parted. This is the first time he’s gotten the urge to kiss someone. It makes his stomach whirlwind, and he quickly finds a way to answer you without having to look at you as he picks at one of the charms.

“Can I make you one?”

The next morning, Megumi decides to go out with you and the others for breakfast, which in hindsight was a mistake as Itadori points out the new accesory you’re wearing on your wrist.

“Hey, you got one too now.”

You smile, holding it up proudly. “Megumi made it for me!”

“Megumi?!” Itadori blurts out.

“Made it for you?” Nobara asks with raised eyebrows and a hand on her hip.

“He did a really good job.”

It’s like the time before when you first gave them their gifts, and everyone is looking at him again. “I didn’t do anything special; a monkey could do it,” he mumbles out.

Itadori is the first to crack a laugh followed by Kugisaki. Then, the two of them start muttering and teasing him in unison.

“He’s so modest,” Itadori points out.

“Loverboy,” Kugisaki whispers.

“Can we call you Megumi too?” Itadori asks.

Megumi doesn’t have the patience to consider whether the other boy is being genuine or not as he grits his teeth and growls out a quick “shut up” before konking Itadori on the head to prove his point. It’s enough to make them leave him alone for now as Itadori accidentally trips into Kugisaki from the force.

“That was completely unnecessary, Fushiguro,” Kugisaki grumbles as she pushes Itadori off and stands back to her feet.

Megumi sighs.

This is why he doesn’t want friends.

“Did you just sigh at me!”

“If that’s what you heard,” he tells her.

“You better sleep with both eyes open!”

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

Yet if it’s those two then he guesses having friends isn’t completely unbareable.

Suddenly, Megumi loses focus at the timbre of your laugh.

“You guys are starting early today.”

You’re still laughing at them, harder now actually, and it’s precious. He throws his gaze to the wall as if he’s ignoring Kugisaki and not trying to hide the heat blooming on his cheeks when you glance at him, making him aware that he’s the reason for your laughter.

Megumi shoves his hands in his pockets and rolls his thumb over the bracelet and the heart you left behind there.

Friendship is something he’s coming around to. Having a crush for the first time, well, he still needs work on figuring that out. 

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-GOD FINALLY ITS HERE SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

^i havent even actually finished the smau but im close enough to the end to feel comfortable starting to post :DDDD

-okay but first things first let’s keep our expectations low kittens bc lowkey this shit sucks … like idk smth was going on here 😭

-anywho! if u hate this know i also hate this and we can blame it on the universe <3 i fear this will become part of the smaus i refuse to acknowledge or mention when this is over…

-will double update today since this ch isn’t really giving much to work with ^_^

-alsooo the time i post probably wont be that consistent but trust i will post everyday its just a surprise on if its at 9 in the morning or 9 at night amen 🙏

-see u l8r!

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Best friend Satoru who hangs out at your house more often than he does at his cause he complains that his million dollar duplex isn’t as comfy.

Best friend Satoru who is no stranger to skin ship with you, letting you sit on his lap whenever there’s not enough space on the couch with all your friends.

Best friend Satoru who your boyfriend gets jealous of cause you’d spend all day texting him and giggling at your phone but you’d always tell your boyfriend that he’s just a friend.

Best friend Satoru who third wheels on your dates more often than not, getting in between you and your boyfriend and just being a cockblock.

Best friend Satoru who knows all your likes and dislikes. Who buys you your favorite Starbucks drink every morning and your favorite treats whenever you asked.

Best friend Satoru who spoils you by gifting you expensive jewelry for your birthdays, always loving the look on your face and the annoyed look on your boyfriend’s even more.

Best friend Satoru who rushes over to your house in the middle of the night immediately after you called him crying that your stupid insecure little boyfriend cheated on you with some nameless hoe.

Best friend Satoru who comforts you with ice cream as you cry your heart out to him.

Best friend Satoru who wipes away your tears and kisses you despite you being a mess.

Best friend Satoru whose one kiss turned into a full blown make out session and just like that all clothes are off and he’s fucking you raw into your couch.

Best friend Satoru who you’re convinced is the best fuck of your life as he brings you to your fifth orgasm of the night.

Best friend Satoru whose cum is leaking out of you as you laid spread out in front of him, trying to catch your breath and maybe…he’s not just a friend anymore?

Artist: Isabel Farfan

satoru gojo

12:03 pm by yueebby

a family forged in curses by livinghostly

a typical family by literalia

after what happened by kingkohona

all mine by yueebby

always, eventually, yours by steleir

apocalypse by strxxberries

as if the memories have a heart that only beats at night by sttoru

ask me to leave and i'll stay forever by twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

astral cadence by voidslasher

back off, kid by inupibaldspot

bewitched by lovelyprincessmarie

beyond the unending night by stellamancer

blurb by awearywritersworld

blurb by sttoru

close by certifiedfreec

cupid's quiver by elusivemoon

death is pretty but his eyes are prettier by chronicdisasterwrites

decidedly yours by elusivemoon

do you like me? nope by awearywritersworld

drunk by coconutdays

drunk in love by yueebby

fear by chuluoyi

for better, for worse by alatushills

for you, i would by chronicdisasterwrites

gratitude by awearywritersworld

heartbreak, heartbreak by littlepookie

how the star and the moon found the planets by kenmasroots

i wasn't waiting by tender-rosiey

i will hold on to you for as long as you let me by livinghostly

ito by peekamatcha

keep dreaming! by yueebby

know it all by elusivemoon

light sleeper by stsgluver

like a tall child by hangelvr

love entries by chuluoyi

married on purpose by chuluoyi

meet cute by teddybeartoji

migranes by stsgluver

musing memories by myuroll

my wife by tender-rosiey

nothing stays the same by transitorywhim

october by shogunish

playing dangerous by satorkive

promise by stsgluver

reflections by staryuuu

snapshot by stsgluver

summer skies, winter lies by miyaspudding

synchronise by vagabond_umlaut

take me back to before by stsgluver

tell me you don't want me by awearywritersworld

the butterfly effect by ranposs

the path to insanity starts with you by aveirix

the strongest by emefaerie

the thorn in your side by sugurustattoo

the three times gojo thinks he might be in love and the time he knows for sure by awearywritersworld

to build a home by just-jordie-things

walk him like a dog by inupibaldspot

where did i go wrong by hiroka

wingman ain't subtle by inupibaldspot

you are not a god (just a man i love) by haveuseenthis

you are somebody that i want to keep by twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

you make my heart flutter and fibrillate by vagabond_umlaut

you touched my hair and i almost passed out by chronicdisasterwrites

♡ THE ONE AND ONLY CUPID

PAIRING: fushiguro megumi x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: itadori yuji is behind the account “the one and only cupid” where others in tokyo can anonymously ship two people they think should get together. what happens when you’re suddenly shipped with fushiguro megumi whom you’ve never talked to before and why do you all of a sudden have to see him in the school hallway every single day?

GENRE: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, social media au

TAG LIST: closed

STATUS: completed

NOTES: hopefully i won’t delete this like i do with all my other smaus but i’m excited for this one so we’ll see…also, geto in this smau will not kill non sorcerers because i need him and gojo to have a happy life somewhere

THE CHILDREN | THE ELDERLY

ONE - a stalker?

TWO - the golden retriever to my black cat

THREE - i hate teenagers

FOUR - the cafe meeting

FIVE - uncomfortable

SIX - movie night

SEVEN - realizations

EIGHT - wtf panda

NINE - a selfie???

TEN - more than a crush

ELEVEN - nervous for friday

TWELVE - maki’s plan

THIRTEEN - cuddles

FOURTEEN - hanging out alone

FIFTEEN - maybe lose a leg…or an arm

SIXTEEN - kisses?

SEVENTEEN - a step forward

EIGHTEEN - thank you for yesterday

NINETEEN - revelations

TWENTY - sudden worries

TWENTY ONE - cancelled dates

TWENTY TWO - revelations pt 2

TWENTY THREE - forgiveness

TWENTY FOUR - a shoulder to cry on

TWENTY FIVE - where is he?

TWENTY SIX - say sorry

TWENTY SEVEN - friends again

TWENTY EIGHT - goodbye cupid