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WHEREVER YOU WANNA GO, THAT’S FINE WITH ME — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO 

cw mentioned/talks about death but not like… in a serious way 😭 this whole thing is very unserious and stupid it’s just a thought i couldn’t get out of my head, megumi being… megumi, f2l but what’s new, also inspired by some clip from a tv show i’ve seen on tt but idk the name of it, if you do pls let me know

you ask megumi you make one of those marriage pacts with you—that if neither of you are married by thirty-five, you two will get married to each other—and he just hums for a moment before asking, “do you think i’ll be better suited for marriage at thirty-five?”

“what? n—i don’t know? maybe? it just seems like an appropriate age to get married if you’re not already, that’s all,” you explain.

more humming. he blinks, “i don’t think i’ll be all that different at thirty-five.”

“well, that’s concerning,” you joke, “you’re supposed to change—grow a little bit as a person and all that, megumi. even you are capable of it.”

“i won’t want anything different out of a marriage at thirty-five than i would right now,” he corrects you, then turns to you, and with all seriousness demands, “so, state your stipulations. what do you want from me, let’s figure out of this is gonna work now.” 

you scoff, and cross your arms. “what do i want from you? that’s not how a marriage works.” 

“that’s how this friendship already works.” 

you say, megumi does; he pushes it than he should have, you say to stop, and eventually he does, and the cycle continues. he’s always stubborn, and sacrificing himself beyond necessity, and you’re always pulling his ear for it. 

“okay. fine,” you settle, straightening your posture, “i want a house. three bedrooms, so nobara and yuuji don’t have to bicker about sharing when they stay over.” 

megumi considers it, then counters with, “four. gojo needs a bedroom, too. one floor, i don’t like stairs.” 

“where the fuck are we going to find a one-level four-bedroom house? i don’t want to live in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.” 

“we’ll find one,” he shrugs, doesn’t flinch when he promises: “or i’ll have one made for us. next: vacations.” 

“twice per year. somewhere tropical, and somewhere metropolitan.” 

“i don’t like the beach.” 

“then you don’t have to go on the beach.” 

“you’re responsible for me if i burn.” 

“i’m responsible for you either way, i’m your wife,” you taunt, “pets, next. i want dogs. two. maybe three. and a bunny.” 

“no bunnies, they’re too much work.”

“but i want a bunny, megumi.” 

“you won’t have time for a bunny,” he rolls his eyes, “and you’re gonna get pissed when it chews up the expensive couch you’re gonna make me buy, and takes a shit in the expensive fruit bowl you’re gonna con gojo out of. no bunnies.” 

you pout and frown, but megumi doesn’t budge: “no bunnies.” 

you sigh, “no bunnies, but i want the dogs.” 

“i didn’t say no to the dogs. unless you want a golden, then i’m not raising that.” 

“why not? we already have yuuji.” 

“exactly, we already have yuuji.” 

“fine. i want a king sized bed. the really big, oversized ones you get in america.” 

“done. children?” 

“you want children?”

megumi shrugs, but you swear there’s a dust of pink on his cheeks, “maybe. maybe not. if i did, no more than two.” 

and suddenly you can’t help but feel heat in your own face, hot with the image of two tiny megumis running around. 

“that’s fine with me. maybe kids, but no more than two,” you cough, “i want one of those heated driveways for the house.”

“i’ll have it built. i’ll clean and do laundry and take out the trash if you cook.”

“what about days i don’t cook?”

“then i’ll do that, too,” megumi nods, “anything else?”

“yes. if i die first, you can remarry, but you visit my grave at least twice a year, and bring peonies. and that picture of me from prom where i look really good.” 

“no.” 

you stop. you blink. “what do you mean ‘no?’ you wouldn’t visit my grave?—kinda cruel considering i birthed your up-to-two future children and raised your dogs.” 

“i won’t remarry. and i don’t want you to if i die first,” he corrects you, again, “and there’s no dying first and leaving me behind, i’m going with you.”

he doesn’t leave room for debate in his declarations: won’t, don’t; not wouldn’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t—you have to pinch yourself to stop chasing the rabbit of temptation running through your mind. 

“i don’t… think you get to decide that,” you chuckle. 

“of course i do,” megumi grins, uncrosses his legs and leans over. he reaches a hand to the back of your head and pushes it forward until your foreheads meet gently; and as if the affection wasn’t shocking enough, he continues, “where you go, i go. that’s marriage, right?” 

he widens his smile a bit, before letting you go, leaning back into his seat again with crossed arms like nothing happened, and you’re left staring, blinking, breathing shallowly like prey that narrowly escaped being caught.

you don’t speak, so megumi does, “i have one more thing.” 

and slowly, you unthaw enough to let out a questioning hum. megumi tilts his head before telling you, “i want your last name.” 

“what? you—you would change your name?” you stutter, “but fushiguro is so pretty! and it’s your mom’s name, so few people get their mother’s names.” 

“yeah. this way, our up-to-two children get their mother’s names, too.” 

“i—okay… yeah, i guess they do,” you gape, then pout, “wait, what if i wanted to be mrs. fushiguro?” 

“tough luck,” he grins, “you get everything else.” 

you get me, instead, is what’s left unsaid. 

“okay, fine. sounds like a deal to me.” 

“great. we can’t have a spring wedding because gojo and toji will sneeze obnoxiously loudly, and we can’t have a summer wedding because the anniversary will conflict with our tropical vacation, and nobara will kill us if it’s too close to her birthday,” he says, standing up from the couch to head to the kitchen, “so i’ll see you at the courthouse in september.” 

you nod reflexively, sinking back into the couch with a satisfied smile. it’s a while before your brain processes his words, and when it finally does, you spring up in a fluster, “october? megumi, i said when when we’re thirty-five and if neither of us are already married! megumi? megumi fushiguro, come back here!” 

♡ 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

HUZZAH

🧙🏻‍♀️🤺🗡️ you fought well but died by my sword 💔

Golden days...

gay toe spread ^_^

BUTTERFLY!READER — style guide!

TOPS! ᡣ𐭩 butterfly!reader is a baddie in red. her go-to color, always! and, black, duh. camisoles? her go-to, too. they're comfy + cute, perfect for a hot day. also, simple button-ups are a yes. they're chill for when she's working, and doesn't want to go all-out. on colder days, she opts for a long-sleeved shirt, complete with a lacy + bows. you can't have a top-tier outfit without that, anyways.

BOTTOMS! ᡣ𐭩 booty shorts + mini-skirts, always. if not that, then a low-rise pair of flairs — and, for those, embroidered back pockets are a must! butterfly!reader might freeze to death, especially during winter, but at least she'll die a hottie, right?

JEWLERY!ᡣ𐭩 butterfly!reader is a silver girlie. chunky stuff, like, especially. yeah, she wears watches, but, on god — not for the time! what can she say, they look adorable. silver hoops, they really own her heart. all she can say; the bigger, the better.

BAGS!ᡣ𐭩 okay, what do pockets even fit? butterfly!reader is the friend that has everything in her purse, because she'll always be carrying one. a fat purse that's not too clunky, but still big enough to fit what she needs. because, at the end of the day, she's not just a team-principle — but also redbull's babysitter, apparently. (way above her pay-grade, she'd say.)

OUTERWEAR! ᡣ𐭩 on cold days, or most, an outfit isn't complete — not without a cute jacket to throw over. they happen to be great for hiding her face in shame when a ryomen-sukuna-shaped-man likes to embarrass her in front of national television. butterfly!reader don't know who to thank; paparazzi or him?

SHOES!ᡣ𐭩 heels are pretty, you can't deny it. however, they're not always practical, not when you're running place to place trying to get a certain pink-haired man to listen to you. instead, she goes with babysitter-friendly alternatives, which happen to be just as jaw-dropping.

series taglist (35/50): @jeonwiixard, @paradisestarfishh, @seizecherry, @shinycrybaby, @n1vi, @gojosoups, @poopooindamouf, @susususukanana, @sukubusss, @beereadzzz, @mia-can-yap-too, @indiewritesxoxo, @yenayaps, @swoozleee, @monacipher, @chosos-prettyprincess, @hyori2, @aldebrana, @your-mum3000, @unabletonotlovesatoru, @kazuuhali, @river-vixenn, @daisy-01-blog, @linny-bloggs, @cosmotoic, @pousivuitton, @carnalcrows, @usbrous, @cuntyji, @baepsays, @luvvcho, @deluluvibes, @bluemotifofsleep, @mochipls, @not-aya. ask to be added!

special mention (inspired by): @chososcamgirl!

racing grounds — series m.list. ᡣ𐭩 ferrari-racer!gojo x redbull-racer!sukuna x redbull-manager!reader. (呪術廻戦) : note — these are so funsies to make! more so, because i don't feel like actually writing, but i'm working on the second chapter!

JUJUTSU KAISEN - TWITTER LINKS

GOJO

Open up for daddy (blindfold core)

He loves watching his angel ride him wild

Slapping your cute cunt until you whine

He has you doing all the work

Watching you grind back on his dick

Think you can handle this, baby?

GETO

He’s got you on all fours

Creampied your sweet little butt

Suck on his fingers like a good girl

Having you take his fingers instead

He was supposed to just check on you

CHOSO

Sucking your cute boyfriend off

Fucking you on your bed

Eating his favorite girl out

Hopefully his roomate won’t walk in

Titty job

SUKUNA

hes got you tied up

mirror sex

he likes you best in red

You've been a bad girl

You like it rough?

SHOKO

Kissing your pretty little lips

Taking care of your boobies

Rubbing your pussy

Watching you squirm underneath her

Eating your sweet ass out

NANAMIN

Fucking his girl good morning

Cumming on your chest

Spooning you

You look so pretty sprawled out for him

Making sure you feel good

for those of you who have been asking for other characters also, yes I’m aware there’s no toji but I rlly just hate that guy, sorry! ;(

heh 😄 loving angels edgy ahh tortured poet trope💔

bark 🗣️🦮i guess ion know fam!!!

NPT!!!! @beepbopzlorp @mia-can-yap-too @girlyuuta @suguruslovedoll @chososcamgirl @ninedown @nappingnai @livteracts @lizbix + any other moootieeee <33

getting to know inumaki toge

absolutely breathless when he sees you at school in his first year

smiles within his scarf like a little boy again when you give him a curious look because he tried to say hello

"kelp"

seeing your eyes light up with understanding when gojo explains he's a cursed speech user makes him weak at the knees

finds it within himself to actually talk to you after weeks of hyping himself up

he's so socially awkward Yuta had to hype him up too

has notes app ready!! he knows you don't understand a lick of what he's saying still

has Maki ask for your number because he's too scared to ask himself especially through notes app he'd never recover if you said no to a fucking notes app question

learned he should never ask Maki to do such things ever again - he was so humbled

"give inumaki your number." "what?" "just give him your number he won't stop asking me for it" "uh- ok?"

he's definitely kicking his little feet and blushing in his room when he texts you

flat out stares as you're training but gets all flustered when he's caught but you're so strong holy shit he thinks it's pretty hot

studying together!

finds it so heartwarming you caught on to his code speech quickly to have spoken conversations with him

"tuna!" "yes! thank you! that's what I'm saying!!"

your conversations slowly devolved to just texting each other in the same room and giggling and laughing at what the other sends

gojo refers to this poor soul as "your little boy toy" whenever he pairs you up together

he realized he's a love doomed man when he found out you carried cough syrup for him

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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