The Only Men She Needs In Her Life Tbh

Husband material

thinking about the way alan makes yakiniku and rice and miso soup in the vagastrom dorms because he doesn't go to the cafeteria to eat... which implies that there's either a supermarket on campus / fresh food section in the campus store, or the student population regularly takes the galaxy express out to grocery stores to get groceries... thinking about supermarket dates with alan....... standing in the dairy aisle choosing between types of milk... adding different brands of canned coffee to his basket.... kissing his cheek when he bends to pick out cuts of meat…… alan carrying all the grocery bags in one hand so he can hold your hand with the other......

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Madness, Thy name is Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky put on a show for the team.

Words: 685

Warnings: public sex, language, smut

A/N: Smol drabblee

MASTERLIST

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“What the fuck?”

You heard Tony’s voice ringing, but you were too caught up getting railed by Bucky to give a flying fuck. Your boyfriend didn’t care either and kept thrusting, the slapping sound of your bodies echoing in the kitchen.

“Guys, we eat here!” Sam moaned out.

“Oh yes, we do. I ate her out before putting my dick in her” Bucky said over his shoulder and you grabbed his face to give him a dirty kiss. Here you were in the Avenger’s kitchen getting the shit fucked out of you in full view of your teammates. Well, they probably couldn’t see much of you as it was blocked by Bucky’s body over you, but they sure could see your legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging in, urging him to go faster.

The team had walked in on a beautiful display of you against the kitchen counter, moaning and sweaty limbs sliding on the marble. Steve had taken one look, gave a loud groan and walked straight out, too tired for your shit. Nat and Clint had actually laughed and looked ready to take a seat and watch before Bruce grabbed them by their necks and tugged them out. It only left Sam who was torn between fascination and disgust and Tony, who was struck with his thousands of dollars’ worth of kitchen top getting defiled by your bodily fluids.

“What the fuck, Barnes! And Y/n?” Tony shouted, while Bucky and you kept going at each other absolutely shamelessly. Your grandma could have walked in and you wouldn’t care as long as Buck kept scratching the itch inside you just like that.

“Why?” Sam was crying and pacing.

“You’re paying for the sanitization! The mess you’ve made!” Tony said, losing his shit.

“Don’t worry Stark, we won’t make too much mess. I’m gonna cum inside her, ain’t that right darling?” Bucky said and you nodded, clenching hard. Getting caught was your kink and your voice started reaching new levels of high with each passing second. Soon enough you clamped hard on Bucky’s cock, your heat washing over him with a scream and triggering his own release. You both stilled, him still deep in you and both wearing satisfied smiles on your face.

“Oh god, what did I just see?” Sam was still pacing, and you chuckled.

“You fucking hypocrite, Wilson, we’ve seen your round browns humping in the open enough times!” You said and Bucky grinned, pulling out of you slowly and reaching for his t-shirt to pull over you. He pulled on his boxers and you both finally turned to see your audience.

It had started with Bucky charging into your room today with vengeance on his face and unbuttoning his pants.

“Take off your clothes, we’re fucking in the kitchen today.” He had said.

Now that you had fucked in the kitchen, Bucky gave Tony a smug smile and pulled you into his side.

“What was that you’d said about me not having an interesting sex life, Stark?” He taunted and Tony’s mouth dropped open.

“That’s why you gave us a show? Because I made a comment?” Tony asked, aghast.

“Oh no pal this was the trailer. You’d get to see the show for the whole week. Me and my girl are gonna christen every room in the compound, in your plain sight. By the time this week is over, you’ll regret saying my sex life is boring.”

Bucky strutted out of the kitchen in his boxers, smacking a hysterical Sam on his head before leaving. You stayed back to collect the rest of your clothes and gave Tony a sheepish smile.

“Please tell me he was kidding.” Tony said to you.

“Sorry Tones, but if my man wants to dick me, I’m gonna let him dick me.” You said and winked making him cover his face.

As you were walking away you heard Tony fiddling in the kitchen cabinets and Sam asked, “What are you looking for man?”

“Bleach, to wipe my memories. And my scotch. I’m gonna need a whole lot of that to get through this week.

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If I had saw this two years ago, maybe I would've stayed in additional math

Factorisation

I love moon knight fics. Fills up the empty hole in my heart

Thoughts on Marc/ Steven reacting to the reader trying to seduce them

Obviously Marc would be a lil shit but Steven would be clueless I think 😭 my sweet babyboy and he'd be blushing the whole time arghh

AN | These two really just live in my mind rent free 🥰

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader; Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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Marc and Steven were…interesting to say the least. Not that it was a bad thing, they were just such different people yet so alike. Then again, they really were two sides of the same coin. Over time you’d learned to love them both in different ways, but the warmth and happiness they instilled in you was constant and never ending. But they loved you in all the ways you needed and in turn you gave them everything they could ever need.

You’d met Marc first, or rather he’d spotted you out at the bar and decided to meet you. He’d caught your eye when you’d first walked in but you would never have approached him. No, someone that gorgeous was surely out of your league. You weren’t even going to waste your breath. 

But then he came and introduced himself and the two of you had hit it off…enough that you convinced him (or maybe he convinced you to allow him) to come home with you. He was gone when you’d woken up after sleeping in - he’d kept you up till the early hours of the morning - but he did leave a note with his number. At least it wasn’t designated to be a totally one night stand. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing you’d fallen right into his lap, but you were curious to see where this would go. 

You’d texted him later that day and he’d responded after a while, leading to the two of you exchanging messages on a somewhat regular basis. You were pleasantly surprised to find that this man actually seemed to be into you. You didn’t see him for a few weeks after that first time, but the next time you decided it was your turn to take him down.

“Hey gorgeous,” you managed to sneak up on him as he sat at the bar, wrapping an arm around his waist. He stiffened in your grasp for a few moments before he realized it was just you. You turned your head so you could press a few kisses to his neck before whispering in his ear, “you smell delicious. It’s good to see you again, Marc.”

“Fuck,” a shudder ran down his spine as you continued to tease for a few moments before you let go of him and hopped onto the stool next to him. You could see the smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he shook his head in amusement, “you enjoy your little moment, sweetheart?”

“Well, last time you seemed to like being in charge so I’d thought I’d see how it felt,” you flagged down the bartender and ordered your drink while he watched you incredulously. You were still getting to know each other but there was something about you that had him wanting to know everything. It was a strange, magnetic pull that you had over him, “what? Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” he answered as he tapped the neck of his beer against your glass, “I’m kind of surprised you came to be honest.”

“Me too,” you replied in earnest before shrugging, “I’m not…I’m not usually the type of person that just meets someone and immediately has sex with them but…apparently I am. But yeah…I dunno, there’s something about you I liked.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” you found yourself leaning in, hanging on his every word as you nodded, “I’m not usually like that either.” 

“You?!” your eyes widened in surprise at his words as he just laughed, “I mean…no..it’s just that…you’re gorgeous. I’m sure people throw themselves at you all the time.”

“Sometimes,” he admitted with a shrug, “doesn’t mean I just want to have sex with everybody. Only the right ones.”

“Consider me flattered,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the silly wink he offered up, “but at the same time, I’d like to actually get to know you. If that’s something you’d be interested in, but if not…that’s okay too, we can just leave things where they’re at.”

He leaned against the bar, giving you an effortless smile. He was so handsome and you knew he wasn’t even trying. He regarded you for a moment and you immediately feared that you’d crossed some unspoken boundaries, “I’d like that too, pretty girl.”

“Yeah?” your surprise came out before you could think about it as he just nodded and slotted a leg between yours, “well, then, I request to be wooed and romanced if you’re up to the task.”

“Consider it done,” he motioned for the bartender to bring over another round of drinks as he leaned his body into yours, “do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Marc passed your drink to you before moving his frame away from you, “I hope you don’t mind me buying you a drink, miss. Hopefully your boyfriend will be okay with it.”

“What are you…” you raised your eyebrow at him before you realized what he was doing. You couldn’t help but grin at him, “well, I don’t have a boyfriend so that’s no matter. But I don’t mind either.”

“Come here often, gorgeous?” he took a long drink, his dark eyes never leaving yours, “haven’t seen you around before.”

“No,” you shook your head, “this is my first time. What about you, handsome? Are you from around here? I’m sure I’d remember a face like that…”

And that was how you'd gotten to know (and fall in love with) Marc Spector. He'd won you over instantly, and despite your effort to seduce him after that, he still managed to one up you. Typical Marc, you'd learn, typical. But you wouldn't have changed a thing.

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You met Steven only after Marc had told you about him. It had taken some time for him to fully admit the truth to you; the fact that he told you everything showed that really did have faith and confidence in you. You knew it must have taken a lot of courage to confide something like that to anybody. And in turn you vowed to be there for him and support him however he needed. Which at some point led to you meeting Steven. There was only so long it could be before you’d encounter him, so you wanted to do it on your terms. 

You'd met one late afternoon when he was working at the gift shop, putting up a new display of stuffed plush toys. You knew Marc had told Steven about you, but there was still some doubt that he would actually like you…what if he somehow felt completely opposite to how Marc was towards you? Either way, you were going to find out for yourself.

"Hello there cutie," you walked to him and caught him unawares as he jumped slightly. He knocked a few of the plushies down as he turned to look at you with wide eyes, "sorry, Steven-with-a-v. I didn't mean to scare you!"

"How do you know my…oh. Oh," you'd both leaned down to start picking up the fallen animals. His hand brushed against yours and sparks jolted through your body, "its you."

"Yes," you grazed your fingers over his as you picked up the toys and stacked them back up how he had them. He watched you in silence, a flush of pink creeping into his cheeks, "me! Its nice to finally meet you. Marc's told me a lot about you."

"He…he has?" he studied your outstretched hand before taking it and letting you help hoist him up, "I didn't think he would."

"Considering that we're dating, it was going to come up at one point or another," you hopped onto the counter and watched him closely. He was clearly trying to process all of this, "you're cute. Funny how different you are from him when you share the same body."

"You…you think I'm cute?" He was biting the inside of his cheek so hard that he was surprised he wasn't bleeding. He'd never had someone say that to him before you and yet here you were. His whole face felt warm as he started at his feet nervously.

"Of course, silly man," you reached for his hand which he gave after a few moments of hesitation and pulled him towards you, "would you like to grab dinner with me when you're off?"

"You want to go out for dinner with…me?" He seemed stunned at the fact that you wanted to actually spend time with him. He hadn't exactly had the best luck in love or had a lot of people interested in him. When someone did show interest his walls were up and he questioned their motive but there was something about you that put him at ease. He knew he could trust you. 

"Yes," you grinned at him, putting your hand on his face, gently stroking his cheek before brushing a few unruly curls out of his face. Despite his best efforts, he made a small sound in the back of his throat and subconsciously leaned into your touch, "you can even pick the place."

"O-okay," he agreed with a small nod, "that sounds…nice."

"I agree," you slid off the counter and wrapped your arms around him in a small hug, letting him have the option of returning the hug or shaking you off. It only took a few seconds before he returned the hug; and oh, was it ever a good hug, "I want to get to know you better too. Not just Marc, but you, Steven."

"Wow," he pulled back, a nervous but giddy little smile on his face, "I…you're wonderful."

"That'll be something you decide later on," you laughed and he looked at you with what could only be described as heart eyes. You pulled out your phone and passed it to him, "put in your number, Steven."

He did so, his hand almost shaking with excitement as he saved his information before passing the phone back to you. You quickly called his phone so he'd have your number as well, "I-I'll call you when I'm off, yeah?"

"Sounds perfect," you leaned in and kissed his cheek, which caused him to turn almost bright red,"whenever you're ready, let me know. See you soon, love."

"See you soon," his features were so soft as you waved at him before turning around to head out. You'd called him love. You'd kissed him. If he hadn't already pinched himself he would have been convinced this was a dream. But instead he realized that this was sweet, sweet reality, "wow."

And that was the first time you'd met Steven. They were so very different, but you learned them both in their own ways. 

HELLO THE ENDING???? THAT'S SO FUNNY

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

Sukuna

Pairing: Trueform!Sukuna x f!Reader

Summary: Something's completely altered your behavior, and Sukuna can't say that he hates it.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, dub-con, sex pollen, vaginal fingering, double penetration, slight nipple play, vaginal sex, anal sex, squirting, creampie

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“Sukuna.” You call out to him, and when he turns to see you, a genuine look of concern overtakes his face. Sweat drips down your forehead as you try to maintain your composure. You’re clearly altered by something.

“What’s up with you?” Sukuna’s hands go to your torso in fear that you might tumble over. Your hands go behind his neck, “Why are you–”

“I was in the garden and there was this strange flower–” You can’t even finish your sentence. You’re trying to bring him down to meet your lips, muttering, “I need you. Fuck me, please please please.”

“Putting on a show for everyone?” He’s trying to tease you. Every time he even dares do something suggestive, you get too shy but you’re different today. Your lips land on his, a seething hunger flowing through you, one that only he can calm down.

Your tongue goes past his parted lips and into his mouth, wandering around until it finds his own. You’re pressing your body against his with pure desperation. You need something, and you need it now. Sukuna is not the type to really care about this type of stuff but he’s concerned because this isn’t how you usually are.

“Do me, right now.” You’re taking off your attire in the hallway, not caring if anyone that works in the place sees you. You need him, that’s all that you care about right now. Before he can even blink, you’re completely naked.

He pulls away, grabbing some of the robes on the ground and putting it over you. He’ll fulfill your wish, but first he needs some privacy. He couldn’t have cared less at first, but now he gets jealous at the mere thought of anyone seeing you naked. He hates how possessive he’s become over a woman. 

“I don’t want you to put a show on for everyone.” He says before picking you up and taking you away to his room. He has other plans, Sukuna is a busy being, but all it takes is you with a request to swoop him away.

What’s more important right now is him helping you with whatever you need. All he got was that you were in the garden… Then you became the mess that you are right now. Not that he can complain.

He lays you down, taking off the robe that barely covers you. A smirk comes to his lips, admiring your body before his lips go down to meet yours for a brief moment. When he pulls away, you take action.

“Touch me here.” You grab his hand, taking it to your pussy. You’re already soaking wet, and he’s done nothing… What is up with you? Though he can’t exactly complain about it. His fingers run through your folds, gathering your slick before pushing a digit inside of you.

“You’re pulsing around me.” He comments as he inserts another finger into your cunt. You sound so lewd as he moves his fingers in and out of you, your back arching and eyes rolling to the back of your head. He sees your hand go down to play with your clit, in desperate need for more stimulation. He’s never seen you act like this. “You’re a needy slut today.”

“I need more.” You mutter as his hand goes to your wrist, stopping you from playing with yourself. You whine until he replaces it with his hand, strong fingers circling your clit and filling you with pleasure. You’re melting under his touch, your moans getting louder by the second. 

You’re clenching around his thick fingers, already on the brink of an orgasm. He’s smirking, seeing that you’re a mess around him already. You’re mindlessly moaning his name as pleasure overtakes your body. You need to come.

“You’re not going to get it so fast.” He pulls his fingers out of your cunt, and they’re completely covered by your juices. He brings them up to your lips, forcing them into your mouth. “Clean them up.”

You’re humming on his fingers, rolling your tongue around them. You want to push them out and beg for him to fuck you. You need him. You need to feel his warmth inside of you desperately. You feverishly need it, your cunt is begging for it.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth, and immediately, you’re begging, “Please fuck me, Suku. Please. I need you so bad.”

“You’re so pathetic.” He tells you, taking off his robes to do as you beg. He loves to hear the begging from your lips, it’s satisfying. He’d make you please him first, but you’re clearly in need of him. You act as if you might die if he wastes another second.

You bite down your lip as you watch him get undressed, what takes you by surprise is Sukuna laying down, a pair of his arms meeting behind his head. He licks his lips before telling you, “If you want it, come and get it.”

“You’re so mean.” You respond as you get on top of him. You’re dripping on him, wetter than usual. He’s barely even touched you.

You align his top dick with your entrance, and slowly insert him inside of you. You loudly moan as his cock stretches you out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fills you up. He loves the look on your face, as you take his cock. 

“Aren’t you going to move?” He’s teasing you, though you couldn’t care less what he has to say. Your mind is elsewhere. You begin to move back and forth, his cock hitting your sweet spot. You’re moaning loudly, unable to bear it.

Your pussy feels so tight around Sukuna, it takes everything in him to control himself. He needs to feel all of you. One of his large hands goes to your boobs, fingers pinching your nipple before a mouth appears on his hand and tongue circles around it. 

“It’s so good, Suku.” You moan, throwing your head back as you bounce on his cock. It’s soothing the hunger that flows through your veins. It satisfies him as well. One of his hands goes to the unattended cock, thumb swiping over his slit, spreading the pre cum before he begins to jerk himself off. 

“Fuck…” You curse as your hand goes down to rub your clit. You’re squeezing around him, on the brink of an orgasm. Sukuna is biting his tongue, holding back on praises as he feels your cunt clench around his cock. He can’t praise you when one of his cocks is in his hands and he jerks himself off.

You throw your head back, reaching your climax and squirting all over him. He couldn’t be prouder of you as you make a mess all over him, coating his torso with your squirt– Though that pride fades away when you take his cock out of you.

“What are you–” He begins but you turn around before you put the bottom cock in your pussy. Your hunger still lingers. He needs a bit more though, so he grabs the unattended cock and teases your asshole. 

As you lower yourself on his cock again, he pushes his cock into your asshole. You loudly moan as both of your holes are filled up. This is just what you needed. You give yourself a moment to adjust before you begin to move, but Sukuna takes over. He begins to move his hips, setting a much faster pace.

“Is this enough for you?” He sounds mocking as he takes over. His fingers play with your clit, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head again. This is what you need, what’ll soothe the need that you have. 

“Yes!” You practically yell, pleasure consuming you. Nails dig into your hips as Sukuna thrusts in and out of you. You’re making a mess all over him, and he couldn’t be happier.

His breath gets caught up in his chest, movements getting sloppy as he feels his release near. You feel so perfect around him, he’s not going to last forever. Especially not with how you’re acting right now, he can’t contain himself. He comes to a swift stop, filling both of your holes with so much of his warm cum. 

He doesn’t resume moving, and you take it upon yourself to move once again. You’re milking his cock, in need of more. You plainly say, “I need more.”

Sukuna’s duty is far from over.

You nearly kill Sukuna to calm down the hunger that consumes you. He had no idea that you out of all people could do this to him. He’s so tired, he needs a week away from you to recover.

“Uraume, what do you need?” Sukuna asks as he opens the door to his room. He’s sent you away, claiming that he’s sick and doesn’t want to infect you– Matter of fact, he’s terrified of you right now. He sticks his head out of the door, looking to see if there’s a sign of you in the hallway. Once he knows he’s safe, he lets Uraume inside. “What is it?”

“I found the reason why your wife has been acting unusual.” Uraume speaks, and Sukuna’s interest is piqued. He needs the answer so the event doesn’t repeat. Yes, it was enjoyable at first… Until the man was holding on to dear life while you begged for more.

“What caused this?” He’s never been more desperate for an answer. Uraume demonstrates the strange flower you were talking about, something that must be a mutation from a curse or something similar. It’s definitely unusual.

“Don’t smell it.” Uraume warns him, passing on the blue colored flower to Sukuna. Sukuna’s shaking as he holds it, scared that temptation will get the best of him and he’ll do the one thing he was warned not to do.

“Destroy it. Burn the garden and we’ll grow more flowers.” Sukuna orders, and Uraume chuckles. It’s hilarious to hear about how you tired him out. Sukuna glares at Uraume, and they apologize.

“I’ll get right on it, my lord.” Uraume nods. Before they leave, they relay the message, "Your wife has been asking for you."

"Tell her I died."

just two dark-haired, blue-eyed capricorn, born on the 22 of December, socially inept and unable to properly express emotions people communicating

Bucky, probably : YEAHHHH STEVIEEE !!! GET THAT DAME !!! PROTECTION DURING WAR AND LOVE !!!! REMEMBER ALL THE TIPS I GAVE YOU EVEN THOUGH I HAD ABSOLUTE NO FAITH IN YOU GETTING GIRLS!!! NEVER DOUBTED YOU, MY STEVIE BOY ALL GROWN UP!!!

Steve, to the USO girl : i have no idea who he that man is 🙂. stfu Bucky

“Steve Rogers lost his virginity on a USO tour in 1943”

Bucky:

Maybe I have a thing for dominant men-formed things

with the same sweet shock

(connor x f!reader smut)

summary: sometimes, feelings simply can't be repressed, despite knowing nothing could ever happen. besides, connor wasn't deviant, and he seemed very intent on interrogating the latest rogue android.

until he wasn't, and was instead on his knees in your office.

warnings: nsfw, semi-public sex, oral (receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected

word count: 2.5k

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Connor was interrogating someone again.

Goddamnit. It should've been just another day at the station. Taking cases, arranging files, maybe spending an hour or two in a room with middle-aged men who couldn't tell a pair of handcuffs from a taser. Going out on call if something required your expertise.

You see, you'd been assigned a special direction: deviance detection, along with an RK-800 model. Connor. You'd initially recoiled from the pseudo-human, with his unfaltering politeness and staunch determination to root out every rogue android in sight. But as you peered through the one-way glass and cocked your head slightly in observation, watching intently as the android pried information out of his latest target, you found yourself experiencing a very different kind of emotion. It was certainly not disgust, and certainly more than intrigue.

It was desire. Hot, burning, broiling want.

You'd been here before. In fact, every time the man had even looked in your general direction, or graced the room with a commanding presence that wordlessly conveyed his policing proficiency, your heart decided to skip and leave you breathless. No, you corrected yourself: not 'man', android. You couldn't afford to recognise him as anything but. God knows if you'd be able to hold yourself back if you did.

This machine was pacing now, circling the table, taunting as the trembling suspect's LED glowed blaring red. His hands were clasped behind his back, fingers locked together, a singular curl of brown hair falling to his forehead as his head dipped downwards to speak into the deviant's ear.

'You can't hide it forever, you know,' Connor murmured, dulcet tones crackling through the intercom. 'I know the truth. All you have to do is open your mouth and give it to me.'

A throbbing that had been building for an hour was now reaching an unbearable intensity. You knew he didn't mean to whisper innuendo, but this was the sentiment you took regardless as your thighs squeezed together. Any kind of friction to satiate the growing need.

After a few minutes, he was clearly growing restless. The room became perceptibly quieter, sensing the change in approach, and you jumped involuntarily as two artificial hands suddenly slammed with a resounding metallic smack onto the table.

You didn't wait to see his next onslaught; as the shouting began, Connor obviously seeing no sense in stalling any longer, you excused yourself and swiftly exited the observation room. Though everyone must've suspected the shock of the android's outburst was too much to handle, or perhaps you'd simply gotten tired of waiting, or even just needed a bathroom break - you heard Hank remark as such upon leaving - the true reason for your distress, that had thus far remained buried deep within, was surfacing.

He seemed so... human. Androids didn't lose their temper when a suspect took to long to budge. Androids didn't narrow their eyes and tilt their head in concentration. Androids weren't warm and soft, or have foreheads that glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, or fidget their fingers on the desk, or-

You stepped into the protective shield of your office, situated slightly away from the main floor of the department, leaning your hands on the front of your desk and sighing deeply. No matter how hard you tried, the emotion couldn't be suppressed. You wanted him, and there was nothing you could do about it. An android. And one who would never feel the same way about you, of all things, so focused on his mission as he was.

But as you rocked back and forth slightly, closing your eyes and attempting to steady yourself, there was a sudden knock at your door. You flinched, shocked from your thoughts, and turned around to see the very object of them stood outside the room.

You swallowed hard, knowing you couldn't afford to avoid him, lest it become a habit, and waved him in.

You attempted civility. 'I take it you were successful?'

'I achieved my aim, yes,' he nodded, closing the door gently behind him. 'My apologies for the length of the process. I didn't anticipate the deviant to hold on for so long.'

Though you nodded, you found you couldn't hold his gaze any longer, and averted your eyes. Perceptive as always, he picked up on your discomfort.

'You're upset,' he observed, hands clasped at his back. 'Was it the interrogation? I meant no ill-will in becoming forceful, detective. Taking the aggressive approach seemed only fitting, given the suspect's lack of compliance.'

You shook your head, placing a hand helplessly on your temple as you leaned back against your desk. 'Connor, I- no. It wasn't that.'

'Then what?'

His voice, ever-laced with concern, seemed to pry for more. What was this? Analysis to reveal your secrets? The lust that you kept hidden, afraid of what might be?

'I can't.'

But the android's posture suddenly changed as you raised your head, meeting his eyes. 'What if I already know?'

You froze. 'Wh- what?'

He began to move forward uncertainly, testing the waters. You couldn't move even if you wanted to. 'Are we pretending, here? Ignoring what we both know to be true?'

Breath coming in shallow gasps, you tried your own voice. 'Where's your formality gone? It isn't like you to avoid a point.'

He smiled a little. 'How do you know what I'm usually like, hm? Would it be so impossible for this to simply be a ruse?'

Your eyes glanced to his LED. Instead of glowing blue as you'd come to expect, the ring swiftly faded into a pulsing amber. Deviancy?

'You've had a remarkable effect on me, officer.'

Was this really happening? Had you hit your head on the way from the interrogation room, and now only hallucinated the words you'd been waiting to hear since his arrival months ago?

He was closer than ever now, advancing until his hands lay atop the table on either side of your quivering form, now confident in your reaction.

'There's people-'

'Then,' Connor murmured, 'Would you allow me to close the blinds?'

You nodded swiftly, and he moved wordlessly towards the windows to hide your actions from the prying eyes of the department. But as soon as he'd locked the door, you found you couldn't resist the temptation any longer: you lurched off the desk and strode forward, turning him around and pushing him back against the doorframe, meeting his lips with a force that took away his breath.

As you pulled away suddenly, searching his face with concern that you'd somehow misread the situation, his surprised expression suddenly shifted into burning desire as he captured your lips once more, pulling your hips into his with insistent hands. Your own arms lifted to wrap around the back of his neck, urging him ever-closer as your body pressed flush against him, drawing a groan from his throat that stoked the fire in your belly to a fever pitch. His hands then began to roam, lifting your shirt slightly to grace the burning skin there, cradling your lower back and causing a whimper to escape you involuntarily as your chest heaved.

You brought a hand up to cup his face, pulling away. 'Wait... is this okay? Are you, y'know...'

He smirked, eyes flicking down to scan your body, still pressed against him. If you were told that a man could devour with only a look, you would've believed it. 'How about we talk about my deviancy status after this, hm? I have things to attend to first.'

You shuddered as he began to drag his hands over your chest, fondling through your shirt. 'May I?'

'God, yes. Just... anything, please.'

He said no more, moving to kiss your neck as he made short work of the buttons, slipping the blouse from your shoulders and unclasping your bra, lips moving steadily down to caress the supple skin of your breasts. Your chest heaved ever-desperately, keening into his touch while also yearning for more concrete contact. One element was notably missing his attentions.

'Connor, please,' you whispered, or rather groaned, as he lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. Teasing. Though you weren't sure if the plea was for him to stop tempting you in public, or to quit his stalling and drive his head between your thighs in front of the desk.

'I should really report you for deviancy, you know,' you whispered, voice trembling as he lifted you suddenly from your position, moving over to the table in his arms. 'Such- such inappropriate behaviour. Not related to your mission at all.'

He placed you onto the desk, and you dared meet his eyes, heart almost stopping at the darkness there, clouded with lust. 'Who are you to tell me what my mission is, hm?'

Mercifully, he began to kneel down, fingers gracing the insides of your thighs, raising your skirt to kiss the sensitive skin there as you shuddered at his touch. You shivered, the contact stoking the need that he swiftly moved up to, tugging your underwear down and casting it aside. Looking up at you through hooded lids, mouth open and breath heaving, he finally moved his mouth forward to plant a kiss at your clit, holding your gaze all the while. Though the anticipation threatened to overwhelm you, you didn't dare break the stare as he lifted one leg so that it rested over his shoulder, before parting your lips gently with his thumbs and licking a stripe from your entrance to the centre of your pleasure, a groan emanating from his throat as you grasped his hair and pulled him in.

The best thing about androids, you soon discovered, was their inability to become exhausted. As he began to lick insistently at your clit, focusing on finding the right rhythm to make you keen against him, you found him to be totally inexorable in his efforts. The pleasure began to build, coiling thick and fast in your core as he became more insistent, eventually sliding a finger inside and humming softly as you threw your head back, moaning gutturally as one finger became two. The attentions on your clit never ceased, but his fingers began to move; slowly at first, testing the resistance, but then curled gently upwards in short strokes.

'God- Connor, oh my god...' you groaned, leaning forwards slightly and pulling his head in further still as your legs began to shake. The pleasure was starting to take shape now, building steadily into a release you'd fantasised about since that first meeting. Then, in the span of a millisecond, his fingers brushed against something that almost caused your collapse.

You felt him pull away slightly, and you looked down; 'Ah...' he breathed, stopping his motions for a moment. 'Found it.'

You shook your head in disbelief as he restarted his ministrations with a new vigour, honing in on that magical spot within you that could devastate the world from existence. Again and again he stroked and twisted, building the pleasure until it began to explode in your centre.

'Connor, I'm-'

But this warning was all you could give; he suddenly rested his free hand on the small of your back and tugged you in to almost sit atop his face, pressed into his mouth, and the assault on your core became too much to bear. You came with a shuddering cry, groaning as the waves washed over you and pulled you down into oblivion. He continued his affections through the aftershocks, stopping only when you lifted your leg back down and dragged him back up, sighing as you kissed him and tasted yourself on his tongue.

You only waited a minute before you dragged your palm over his clothed chest and down to his trousers, gracing your hand over the front before palming at him gently. As he grunted slightly, you grinned in satisfaction as you felt his hardness straining through the material.

'Is this all for me, hm? You get this hard just from tasting me?'

But you knew already that Connor wasn't one for submission; he placed his hand atop yours, guiding it upwards slightly to the cool metal of his belt.

'You feel what you do to me? You want more of what I just gave you, hm? You wanna take me, all of this? I can tell you're desperate for it.'

The belt slipped away, and you leaned back on your elbows as he dropped the remaining clothes to reveal... well, you hadn't been with many, but you weren't sure exactly how it would fit. He saw your surprise and smirked, drawing closer to you as precum beaded at the tip. 'You think you can take it?'

It was all you could do to nod, desire blazing wantonly in your chest. Your hair fell in front of your face as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply, pulling away only to gasp for air as he eased gently in, stilling to wait for you to adjust to his size. He groaned as he slowly pushed deeper, thrusting gently until he was seated fully within you. You'd never been filled so completely before, so deliciously. You couldn't imagine what it would be like when he moved.

'Sh- shit...' Connor groaned, eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure as he rested his forehead against yours. 'I knew you'd feel good, so- so fucking tight. So wet for me.'

'All for you,' you whispered, sliding your hands down to grip his back, ghosting over his ass and pulling him in. 'Only for you.'

Then, mercifully, he began to move. The world faded away, including your care for anyone else in the office, as he pounded into you with a force and precision that left you breathless and gripping onto him for dear life. You were suddenly grateful for the office's - granted, somewhat limited - soundproofing as he pulled sounds from deep in your chest that you couldn't believe you were making, locating spots within you with dizzying accuracy. Again and again he brushed against something perfect, groaning as the pleasure made your walls clench around him.

'I won't last long if ya' grip me like that, baby,' Connor gasped, kissing you fervently. 'I want you to cum again first. Come on... give it to me.'

You couldn't have denied him the privilege if you tried. As he chased his own pleasure, breath shuddering against your mouth as the tightness of your building orgasm spurred on his own, you suddenly felt the wave rising again, threatening to pull you under. It was all you could do to bury your head in his shoulder, grasping onto the side of the desk as he thrusted at a dizzying pace. One, two, three, four...

The fifth thrust broke the tide, and it took you up and threw you back down into his arms in a crashing orgasm that crushed you from the inside out. As you clenched impossibly tighter around him, you felt his pace still as his own pleasure crested and he moaned deeply into your neck, kissing you with a satisfied groan as synthetic liquid burst deep into you.

Twenty minutes later, you'd both rearranged your clothes as a voice crackled onto your radio, heralding your return to your duties. It was easy to forget that you were there to do a job, not just to fuck in your office.

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Oftentimes Choso doesn’t realise just how big he is. He gets into the habit of over-exciting himself and rushing into things before you’re ready for him.

And he’d eat you out for hours if you asked him, make you cum on his fingers with so much enthusiasm he’s practically vibrating. Even then, he's so big that pushing into you is always a stretch. Sure, a stretch that has your back arching off the mattress and the most erotic of gasps leaving your lips, but a stretch nonetheless. You always need a minute to adjust and calm yourself before he starts moving.

And those few moments of acclimation to his cock have Choso nearly vibrating in impatience. He loves you, would never move before you're ready for him, but something you can't help but smile and drag out his need just a little longer than necessary. You're more than ready for him to fuck you into the next day, but you keep your hand on his hip to stop him from moving.

And he's doing everything possible to distract himself from the instinctual urge to pull out and slam his length fully inside of you. He's kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth for some sort of taste of you. He's doing math in his head and digging his fingers into the pillow your head rests on and he's on the verge of tears when you finally give him the nod.

"Oh thank god," the mental flip in his head switches and he's rutting into you like he's been denied for weeks despite having fucked you only hours prior. "Thank you thank you thank you."

I love itafushi

I fell in love with an emo… BOY???

Tags: itafushi, megumi x itadori, bl, aged up characters, modern!au, side of SatoSugu, crack, NO SMUT, unserious joke about suicide, maybe some tension and suggestion though, megumi wants that cookie so damn bad, hey what’s junpei doing here???

Synopsis: There should only be ONE emo boy in Itadori’s heart, and it damn well wasn’t going to be the one who died in season one.

An: If you don’t ship itafushi, don’t read this LOL. This was so fun to write honestly. I didn’t take it too seriously. You shouldn’t either. The idea just popped up, and I wanted to write it as a palette cleanser from all the dark shit I’ve been conjuring up.

Megumi was going to need a dentist.

Yep, he was surely going to need to take Gojo’s precious black card and pay for all new veneers because his teeth were practically going to be dust by the time this visit was over.

It shouldn’t bother him this badly. His best friend and long-term crush was only visiting with his childhood best friend.

Itadori was a fucking saint. A ray of sunshine and pretty pink flowers on a rainy day. He exuded kindness and thoughtfulness in everything he did. He was unapologetically himself, even if he was a total dork. He was charming as all hell. It was no wonder how he was so popular.

Megumi wasn’t the only one that was blessed enough to feel his warmth, and that thought was sickening enough.

Usually, the black-haired male didn’t necessarily care about all the attention Itadori received. He didn’t bat an eye when Todo would unabashedly sling his arm across Itadori’s shoulders. He couldn’t care less when Nobara would sit on Itadori’s knees and apply skin care to his face, and he definitely never cared whenever Hana would run up to Itadori and give him one of the biggest hugs ever.

So, why was it bothering him so bad that Junpei was simply sitting next to Itadori… laughing at his god awful jokes? They were clearly close… Their knees casually leaned up against each others as they weren’t afraid of touching.

Maybe it was because Junpei laughed really hard at Itadori’s shitty jokes? Everyone loved Itadori, but it wasn’t because of his sense of humor. That was for certain.

Maybe he hated Junpei because he just sprung up out of thin air? Gojo had just shown up with Junpei with basically no forewarning. He knew how much Megumi hated when he did that.

Maybe it was because they had history together? History that didn’t involve Megumi. Maybe he felt some weird claim and ownership over Itadori because he was the first one out of the group of students to meet him. They had known each other the longest… even if it was only by a couple of days.

Or maybe it was because Junpei had that fuck ass haircut. The 2009 emo boy look was so stupid, and it didn’t help that he was wearing a My Chemical Romance t-shirt… It was an exact carbon copy of the one in Megumi’s closet.

“What about you, Megs?” Yuji voice snapped Megumi out of his train of thought. He looked up at the two pairs of eyes that were waiting for his response. Shit. He had been so focused on trying to deduce the status of their relationship that he hadn’t been listening for the past ten minutes.

“Hm? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” He responded casual enough. It wasn’t unlike him to mentally check out of conversations… especially whenever Itadori brought up that godforsaken human earthworm movie.

“I was just trying to see if you wanted to go see a movie with Junpei and I?” Itadori asked without even skipping a beat.

Junpei and I?

Junpei and I!?

They were like some fucking package deal or something. No, he’d rather drop dead than go hangout with them. He couldn’t stand to see them together for any longer.

“I don’t have anything else better to do.” Megumi sighed in agreement. He couldn’t stand to see them together, but he also couldn’t stand the thought of them going on a date alone! Sorry Junpei, Megs was definitely going to tag along and be a complete cockblock for him.

“Really? Hell yeah!” Itadori grinned as he quickly sat up from the couch, exuding excited puppy energy. Megumi never wanted to go to the movies with him, so this was a treat. His two best friends going with him to see a movie! What could be better?

“Kugisaki!! Come with us!” Itadori shouted towards the short brunette, who was currently sitting at the table with Hana, painting her nails.

“I’d rather kill myself. Thanks!” Kugisaki called back to him, causing for him to pout in response. That’s fine. It was good enough that Megumi and Junpei were tagging along.

Yuji knew how much they had in common with each orher. He at least hoped they’d finally talk on the way to the movie theatre.

Megumi leaned his head back against the couch, and he started to dial Ijichi’s number for a ride. Despite being legal adults, none of them had their license yet. Why get a license when Gojo’s money and staff supported all of them?

It was a little while later when Ijichi pulled the car up. Megumi’s stomach flipped as he thought about the seating arrangement for the car. It was something he hadn’t considered yet.

The three of them could pile into the backseat, except that would be three tall men piled into the backseat. That would be far too uncomfortable. Itadori was the tallest. He could sit up front, but… that would leave Megumi and Junpei in the back seat.. no thanks.

They could have Junpei sit up front. Then, Megumi could sit in the back with Itadori and…

Oh look, Itadori was already opening the backdoor for Junpei and ushering him in before sliding in beside him… how nice.

Megumi was left brooding in the front seat, internally cursing himself for coming along. Being a cockblock required getting and keeping Itadori’s attention, but he had no fucking idea how to do that.

Their relationship had always been Itadori reaching out to Megumi, and the brunette acting indifferent towards him. Megumi envied him for being able to reach out to others so confidently.

“Gojo said he’d be home later tonight, Fushiguro.” Ijichi informed meekly, sensing the other’s frustration. He was just trying to make small talk, but Megumi really wasn’t in the mood today. He actually was never in the mood, but today was worse.

“I already told you to call me Megumi. You’ve known me since I was a kid.” He rolled his eyes at Ijichi, never understanding why the man insisted on using his last name.

“Right… right.” Ijichi fumbled over his words as he continued to drive. Megumi was grateful yet also hated the silence between them. Now, he could hear Yuji yapping to Junpei about the latest horror movie release.

They hadn’t stopped fucking talking since Junpei showed up. It was unnerving. Unnatural. No one had that much to say, did they?

“God, I wish you would’ve been there, Junpei. Megs hated that movie. You would’ve enjoyed it though.” Itadori said with a small laugh.

It was like a knife to Megumi’s gut. All this time they spent together… had Yuji been comparing him to Junpei? Had he secretly wished the Junpei was there instead of Megumi?

Aaaannd his teeth were grinding together again. He propped his head up with his hand, glaring out the car window. He wasn’t a cockblock at all. Fuck, he was a third wheel.

He debated on faking some sort of illness to stay behind in the car, but he knew Ijichi would’ve taken any opportunity to take him to see Shoko. Shoko would’ve found out quickly that nothing was wrong with him, and she would’ve forced him to explain why he faked being sick.

He trailed behind the two as they walked into the movie theatre. They were constantly bumping their arms together as they walked in perfect sync.

Junpei was a little smaller than Megumi, so he came up just to Itadori’s shoulder. Did Itadori prefer shorter men? He liked tall girls… Did that translate to men as well?

He knew Itadori didn’t care about gender. He had revealed such over a game of truth or dare. Kugisaki had asked if Itadori would ever date a guy. Megumi’s ears subtly perked up with the pink-haired male said he really didn’t care what gender someone was. He only looked for personality. With a bit more digging, Kugisaki had taken the honor of labeling Itadori as pansexual, and the young man agreed with such.

Megumi was glad that no one had pressed about his sexuality. It’s not that he was ashamed of being gay. Hell, shame wasn’t a thing when you had Gojo as a parent. He just didn’t want there to be that weird awkward tension that always happens between two friends when they find out each of them like the same sex.

It happened in middle school once. He was finally coming to terms with his sexual identity with the help of Geto. He came out of the closet to his closest (and only) friend in middle school, and there was a pregnant pause when his friend replied, “Wait really? I also like guys.”

He honestly preferred coming out to straight men. Sure, they’d make the common mistake of saying, “Well, as long as you don’t hit on me. We’re cool, dude.” but at least there was no complicated feelings when Megumi would always reply with them not being his type.

Lost in thought, he had completely been acting on autopilot this entire time. He didn’t even realize that they were already in the movie theatre until he sat next to Itadori. Junpei sat on the other side.

Itadori held a large bowl of popcorn on his lap. It was more than enough for the three of them to share, especially because Megumi despised popcorn. There was too many times when Gojo would try to serve popcorn as a meal to him as a young kid.

Granted, Gojo was a teen dad who ran off of sugar and desserts, so he really didn’t know any better either. Geto would always come by and save the day with his cooking.

A small tap on his thigh had Megumi tensing. He slightly flinched before snapping his gaze at Itadori.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to scare you.” He whispered with a soft laugh. Even though it was dark, Megumi could still see how bright his smile was. It made his heart skip a beat. Christ, he was whipped. “Here. I know you don’t like popcorn.”

Itadori gently nudged Megumi’s thigh once again with a bag of American salty chips. It was one of his favorite kinds. Did Itadori by chance know that was his favorite..? If he did, was that something that friends did for each other?

It’s better not to read too deeply into it. He slowly took the chips from his friend’s hand. “Thanks.” He muttered as he just stared at the chip bag. Something about the small token kindness made his heart swell. Itadori didn’t get Junpei his own special snack.

“Don’t mention it.” His friend replied, immediately shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. Megumi took a deep breath, and he tried to relax in his seat. Finally, rational thought was beginning to come back to him.

Junpei was only visiting for today and tomorrow. If there was some weird tension between him and Itadori, it’s probably just lingering feelings of their past. Megumi really had no right to be jealous. It’s not like he had ever expressed his feelings to him. He had no claim on Itadori.

Junpei would be leaving soon and flying back off to wherever the hell he lived now. This would be a funny memory in the future.

All was well… until Megumi caught a glimpse of the two men whispering to each other and laughing. Their hands kept bumping together in the popcorn bucket. Itadori was leaned against Junpei so they could hear each other better.

Fuck this. This was torture to witness. Junpei could get fucked for all Megumi cared. Who needs to visit their childhood best friend for a full two days, and who cared if Megumi had no claim over Itadori!? He was still his best friend. That had to count for something.

The movie Itadori had chosen, Human Tarantula, was nothing like Human Earthworm. It took a horror twist upon the movie, and there was little to no romance.

If Megumi wanted his attention, he was going to have to fight for it.

Even though the jump scares were pretty predictable, the next one that happened, Megumi sharply inhaled, and his hand latched onto Itadori’s thigh, feigning terror from the movie.

The pink-haired male straightened, and he looked away from Junpei for once as he looked over at Megumi. He never usually got scared during these films. Did… did Megumi have a secret fear of spiders?

Itadori leaned into Megumi, his mouth next to his friend’s ear as he softly whispered a, “You alright?” to him.

The brunette was thankful it was too dark in the movie theatre for Itadori to see how much that affected him. His cheeks flushed a soft red, and he carefully removed his hand from his friend’s thigh. “I’m fine..” He responded, not risking a glance in Itadori’s direction.

Itadori softly laughed. It was totally like Megumi to act like he wasn’t scared. The pink-haired male just didn’t expect him to be so afraid of spiders. It was cute though. He made a mental note of it. He would be the designated person to take care of spiders if they ever crawled their way into the house.

It wasn’t five minutes later until Itadori and Junpei were all huddled up together once again. They weren’t even talking. They were just leaned against each other, enjoying the movie together… like a couple.

It made Megumi’s stomach turn. He had to act scared to get Itadori’s attention even for just a minute. Meanwhile the emo with the fucked ass haircut can manage to keep his attention the entire day.

Junpei was getting to experience Itadori whispering into his ear constantly throughout the entire movie — something that Megumi only got to experience once, and it was something he craved again.

He was about to just excuse himself to the bathroom to go hide in self-deprecation. He was tired of third wheeling, and he was certainly fucking tired of hearing Junpei giggle at Itadori’s comments.

A scene played on the giant movie screen of a whole nest of baby spiders crawling around. It was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl with disgust. The sound alone made Megumi’s hair stand up on the back of his neck. He wasn’t actually afraid of spiders, but he also didn’t fuck with them either.

A hand rested on his knee, and Megumi tensed. Itadori casually had his palm on the brunette’s knee. He focused on his breathing — trying to not appear as if he was about to die over such a simple touch.

Itadori was clearly just trying to soothe him. It’s not like this is a romantic gesture. No, this is just what friends did for each other, right..?

His thumb gently stroked the outer part of his knee, and Megumi gripped onto the arm rest of the chair like he was fighting for his life. His heart was racing in his chest. Butterflies swarmed his stomach. Itadori and him were close, but they had never even shared a hug before. They weren’t the type of friends to casually share touches… like him and Junpei were.

Of course, on the outside, Megumi looked terrified. Itadori genuinely pitied his friend. He would’ve chosen a different movie if he knew about Megumi’s aversion to spiders.

His hand continued to caress his friend’s knee, thinking this would be a soothing motion to ease his terror, but Megumi was nearly shaking.

Itadori leaned over against him once more. “We can go if you’re not having a good time.” His breath brushed against the shell of his ear, causing Megumi to shudder.

“I’m fine.” He managed to get out in a low, steady tone.

Itadori gave his knee one good squeeze before continuing to rub circles around his knee. Megumi swallowed harshly as he tried to keep his breath slow and steady.

The rest of the movie went by painfully fast. Megumi couldn’t focus with Itadori’s hand on his knee, and he couldn’t get enough of the feeling. His hand itched to just reach down and hold it, but he was too nervous. He kept trying to remind himself that Itadori was likely only doing this so he could be a good friend.

The loss of contact had Mugumi’s heart sinking down into his stomach. Itadori was right back to being all up Junpei’s ass. Were they in some weird ass throuple situation? Is that what people thought about them as they saw them in passing? Two emos sharing a golden retriever?

Returning home, Gojo was sitting at the dining room table, playing on his Nintendo Switch before he looked up at the three with starry eyes. Megumi had forgotten Ijichi mentioned Gojo would be home this afternoon.

During the school semesters, Megumi, Itadori, and Nobara would all go live on the college campus they all went to. However, it was summer time, so they all stayed at Megumi’s since Nobara and Itadori really didn’t have any family.

Megumi’s house was expansive thanks to Gojo’s handsome check from being the clan head. Geto’s income also helped a bit, but he mainly ran a nonprofit for disadvantaged children.

Hell, their home was like a nonprofit for disadvantaged children. It felt like the collected orphans like pokemon cards. First Megumi when he was seven, now several college students found refuge in Gojo’s house.

Hell, Junpei was probably an orphan too. They were really trying to catch ‘em all.

“Gumiii~!” Gojo called out to his child by that god awful nickname that Megumi hated. He was eternally grateful that Itadori had landed on calling him ‘Megs’ instead. “How was the movie?” He asked.

Junpei and Itadori had already settled right back on the couch right next to each other, going back and forth about the voice actors for the movie they just watched.

“Outside.” Megumi grumbled as he grabbed his adoptive dad by the collar of his shirt and comedically dragged him backwards until they were in the backyard.

“Why the fuck did you bring him here, and when the fuck is he leaving exactly?” Megumi asked as soon as the door shut behind them.

“Grouchy.” Gojo laughed, scratching the back of his neck once his son released him. “I guess the movie wasn’t that good, was it?” He asked, clearly just trying to egg the brunette on.

“Gojo.” Megumi’s tone was low and threatening. His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides. Small crescent shapes were likely indented into his skin from how tight his grip was.

“Okay, okay- No need for the government name, Gumi.” Gojo responded with his hands up in a dramatic surrendering expression. “Itadori had mentioned having only one close childhood best friend one time, and I decided that a reunion was very much needed.”

Megumi’s jaw tightened. He had really filled out his frame since he was a teenager. He still wasn’t as tall as Gojo, lanky bastard, but he wasn’t as defenseless as he use to be. And he honestly debated fighting his adoptive dad.

“So, anyone can just mention to you about a previous friend, and you’ll go dig them up and fly them out?” He asked in a careful tone. His voice was low and filled with misplaced anger.

Gojo pretended to contemplate Megumi’s question before finally giving a response. “If they give me pretty puppy dog eyes, yes.”

“He begged..?” Megumi’s anger was swiftly forgotten, replaced with shell-shock. Itadori had been so desperate to reconnect with Junpei that he begged Gojo to find him and fly him out..? His stomach coiled from the news, and his face paled.

Gojo chose his next words very carefully. “He said he wondered how Junpei had been getting along, and he missed their long talks about movies.”

It was enough to send Megumi straight to his room, locking the door behind him. He knew he had just been mindlessly jealous thus far today, but this level of self pity was unprecedented.

His long-term crush wasn’t fulfilled enough in his friendship with him. He had to go search out his old childhood best friend likely to rekindle old nostalgic feelings. They got along great. There hadn’t been a moment of silence in the house since Junpei had arrived.

Fuck. The memory of Gojo showing up with Junpei flooded Megumi’s mind. Gojo’s stupid ass had shoved Junpei into a box to make a grand reveal. Megumi was too surprised to notice how Itadori’s eyes gleamed and how he ran straight up to Junpei to envelop his body into a tight hug.

Even now, Gojo was sitting downstairs with Junpei and Itadori as they played a board game. It was sickening to think about.

Maybe… maybe he should just move on from Itadori. There was clearly nothing between them on Itadori’s side. He should take on a few more classes during the fall semester and bury himself in his studies to forget about his crush.

A soft knock at his door had him wiping his face, making sure no residue tears were left behind. “What?” He called out in an unamused tone.

“Don’t what me.” Geto’s calm voice filled the room, and Megumi immediately moved to unlock the door for his other adoptive dad.

Megumi knew better than to pick a fight with Geto as he was the lawmaker in the house, and Gojo would back him all the way to the moon over anything.

“Sorry…” He muttered as he sat back down on his bed, avoiding eye contact with the other male.

“Why are you up here moping? Nanako and Mimiko are even downstairs socializing, and you know how hard it is to get those girls to do anything besides stare at their phones and laugh at each other.” Geto said as he took a seat down on the bed next to Megumi.

Megumi shrugged his shoulders. There was no way he was about to vent out his frustrations right now. He already felt too vulnerable and raw. He didn’t need anyone else knowing what was going on.

Too bad for him, Geto was perceptive as hell. He was always the first to notice when Megumi would go on downward spirals like this… probably because he went through the same thing.

Geto’s episodes were far and few between nowadays, but he still had his days. Gojo had luckily gotten better at picking up on Geto’s warning signs, and he’d always do whatever was necessary to bring his husband back to life.

“You know… I remember I use to hate this girl back in college. She was brash, strong, and had long dark hair that rivaled my own.” Geto said as he looked at his son. He knew without even having to ask. Megumi was clearly stricken with jealousy and grief.

“So?” The brunette asked, giving Geto a raised eyebrow.

“So, Satoru was too touchy with her. He always use to tease her until she went red in the face, and they way he said her name had me plotting her demise. Uttaahimmee~” Geto mocked Gojo’s teasing tone of voice, earning a faint smile out of Megumi.

“We weren’t dating at the time, and I’d say we barely even had a situationship going. I felt like I had no right to be so jealous. I usually tried to play along, until I found myself retracting from what Satoru and I had been building.” He went on, recounting their teenage years fondly.

“I almost let him go, but I decided to give a last ditch effort. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if I had retracted completely instead of just telling him how I felt? He admitted that he was only acting that way so I’d feel jealous. He thought it’d make me want him more. What an idiot.” He laughed, and Megumi joined in with his own soft laughs.

“Thanks. I know what you’re trying to do..” Megumi said with a soft smile planted on his face. “But I don’t think Itadori is doing this to get a rise out of me.”

“Certainly not. That boy doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t perhaps like seeing that jealous side of you.” Geto said, raising his eyebrows with suggestion that had Megumi shoving him out of his room with embarrassment. His dads were too cool joking about that stuff with him, even if he was grown now.

After a few moments of reflection, he set forth a plan in his mind before collecting himself mentally. He was going to allow himself to feel jealous without any judgment.

He walked downstairs, and he lingered around the back of the couch as he watched his sisters, Itadori, Junpei, and Gojo all playing some sort of board game.

Itadori and Junpei were nearly on fucking top of each other. It was disgusting. He let out a disgruntled noise of dissatisfaction as he climbed over the couch to sit on Itadori’s other side.

“Hey Megs. I was going to go check on you after this round.” He said as he freed himself away from Junpei.

“It’s fine.” He said as he placed a firm hand over Itadori’s knee. Butterflies once again swarmed his stomach. He really couldn’t touch the other without getting all flustered. He tried to control his breathing, and he forced his voice to be steady. “What are you playing?” He asked.

Itadori noticed the sudden hand on his knee, but he didn’t dare to comment on it. “We’re playing Life.”

“Speaking of which, it’s your turn, Yuji.” Junpei spoke up, interrupting their small interaction.

Megumi glared at Junpei unapologetically until every person in that room felt uncomfortable.

“Actually, I completely forgot. I have a livestream to go watch!” Mimiko said as she hurried out of the living room.

“Me too-“ Nanako added as she chased after her twin sister up the stairs.

“I think I hear Suguru calling for me.” Gojo said with a knowing grin as he leisurely left the living room as well.

“Well…” Junpei muttered lowly as he looked around. “Maybe we can watch another movie, Yuji..?”

Megumi didn’t miss how Junpei clearly didn’t intend on inviting him to their plans. His teeth ground together, but he stayed silent, waiting to see what Itadori’s response would be.

“I… actually need to shower. It’s getting late, and Todo expects me to be in the gym every morning at 5 o’clock sharp.” Itadori said as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Good boy. Megumi thought to himself.

“I’ll bring you down some blankets and pillows. Hana’s currently taking up the guest room, but you and I can camp-“ A disapproving growl from Megumi had Itadori quickly rethinking what he was saying. He felt the brunette’s hand tighten around his knee. “You and I can… catch up tomorrow.” He quickly adjusted his words.

“Yeah, sure.. That’s fine.” Junpei nodded as he got comfortable on the couch. Yuji stood up, and Megumi followed along right behind him. It took work to keep the smug expression off his face. He finally fucking won. He was officially a cockblock.

His smug victory was cut short when he was swiftly jerked into the bathroom, and his back was pressed against a wall. The door shut, and the lock clicked into place. Itadori’s hands trapped him in, and he looked up at his tall friend with wide eyes.

“Mind telling me what’s going on with you?” Itadori spoke in a voice that was not at all intimidating, but it was more concerning than anything.

“I don’t know what you’re-“ A hand placed firmly under his jaw had Megumi’s heart nearly leaping out of his chest. He secretly hoped Itadori couldn’t hear it.

This was straight out of his fantasies. His friend keeping him still against a wall, forcing his gaze up into his big brown eyes. He had the face of an angel, but his actions spoke to a hidden darkness underneath.

“Don’t lie to me, Megs.” Itadori spoke with a frown. It looked like disappointment on his face, making Megumi feel slightly remorseful for the bold display of jealousy. Though, he wouldn’t have had to do that if Yuji and Junpei weren’t so annoyingly close.

“You’ve been up Junpei’s ass since he got here. It’s like you forgot you have other friends around.” Megumi finally fessed up as he tried to jerk his jaw away from Itadori’s grasp. He only tightened more around his jaw.

“That’s what your mood has been about?” Itadori asked with a laugh. A laugh. Megumi could feel his anger boiling over as if he wanted to explode right then, feeling so invalidated by the guy he had longed for-

His train of thought completely stopped as he felt a pair of lips upon his own. No way was this happening right now. He literally had to look down and check. Yep, Itadori was kissing him right now.

After the smallest moment of hesitancy, Megumi instantly melted into the kiss, looping his arms around Yuji’s neck and swallowing down each and every small noise he made.

The kiss was short, but it was lust-filled on both sides. Itadori was gently panting with a dumb grin on his face as he eyed his best friend. Megumi face had a subtle blush to it, and he was avoiding his gaze.

“Does that make you feel better? I didn’t take you for such a brat, Fushiguro.” Yuji gently teased, squeezing onto Megumi harder as he tried to get out of his grasp.

“What did you just call me?” Megumi asked as he was trying to fight Yuji’s hulking figure. The pink-haired male had supernatural strength that rendered Megumi completely useless against him.

“I’ll let you mark me up if you stop fighting me and forget that I called you a brat.” Yuji bribed with a laugh, and Megumi went completely still in his arms.

“Wherever I want.” He negotiated with a narrow stare.

“Wherever you want and however many it takes for you not to be such a jealous recluse.” Yuji offered.

“Deal.”

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Todo was a loss for words when Yuji walked into the gym the next morning littered in bruises along his neck and collarbones.

Also, no one dared to mention to Megumi that Junpei was actually straight… There was never a battle of the emo boys in Yuji’s heart after all.