I Think I’m A Little Lebanese 😖😫

something changed - t.fushiguro

"hey did you-"

"get the apple juice for megs? yeah."

"what about-"

"yes, i also helped him pack his book bag."

toji furrows his brows, unable to remember the last time someone other than him had given his son this kind of affection. most of the time the people he dated looked at megumi with disdain, seeing him as an unfortunate add on rather. but not you, the second you saw megumi your eyes shone, you were elated to meet the little boy.

"... okay," he mumbles, still deep in thought.

"well don't sound too grateful," you tease, kissing his cheek and joining him on the couch, "you alright?"

"yeah just... can't remember the last time i wasn't the only one worried about the brat."

he pictures megumi's face, how his eyes brighten and he doesn't just smile, he laughs when you're around. toji's eyes soften and he can't help but grin at the thought. megumi loved you for sure and so did toji.

shit.

love?

it hit like a ton of bricks as he stared at you. you were rambling on about something or other but he couldn't here a thing. only seeing the slope of your nose and curve of your lips. he didn't think he'd ever be able to fall in love again... not after his first wife died. but here you were, waltzing into his life and taking care of both him and megumi. loving them both so easily...

"toji?"

he bliinks stupidly, his face going blank.

"huh?"

you laugh, that sweet precious laugh of yours pulls at his heart.

"i was asking if we should take megumi to the new water park tomorrow. i think he'd love it."

toji swallows hard then nods.

"yeah... yeah i think thats a good idea."

Team "Characters Who Should've Interacted Directly, But Never Did," assemble!

thinking of aftercare with toji but it’s not the typical aftercare you think of. This man has just taken you to pound town, your hair a mess, skin covered in marks and your entire body already feels so sore. Yeah, sure you guys cuddled a little and he gave you some kisses and told you how good you were at taking him, praising and assuring you, but one thing that never fails…he always orders food for the both of you after. Both of you sit in bed, naked, blankets draped over you as you stuff your mouth with a chicken tender dipped in sauce. “How you feeling, mama?” Toji glances over you at you, smirking. “Even better than before,” you hum, taking another bite of your food. “This is just what I needed after back to back orgasms.” He chuckles at your words, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek before wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb, licking the sauce off his finger. Your eyes flutter shut as you chew your food, resting your head on his shoulder. “Open up,” he says. You do as he says with no hesitation and he places some fries in your mouth. And in return, you give him a bite of your chicken. “I swear this shit tastes heavenly,” you say with your mouth full. “I love you, baby.” You look up at him through thick lashes. “I love you more. Good sex and good food, what more could we ask for?” He lets out a satisfied sigh. Nodding in agreement, you also add, “a good shower. You’re carrying me to the bathroom though. I don't think I can walk.” You poke his arm.

He's so pretty I hate him

as much as you tried to convince megumi that having a sleepover on this specific day was a coincidence, he wasn't so easily fooled. fortunately, he played along for your sake, because nothing was worth more than getting to see you smile on such a special occasion.

to your misfortune, things didn't go as planned.

you've been struggling to stay awake all night, just waiting for that clock to hit midnight. what wasn't helping was his fingers slowly raking through your hair, tracing behind your neck and over your cheeks. soothing — and he knows exactly what he's doing, trying to soothe you to sleep. after all, he's been trying for hours just to get you to rest, knowing full well you'd try to stay up for him. and it was working... sorta.

"megs..." you manage to mumble, nudging your thigh against his to catch his attention. at first, he remains quiet, assuming you're talking in your sleep, but he responds to your second call. "megs..."

"mm?" he softly mumbles.

"happy birthday, baby..." a drunk sounding giggle leaves your lips as you snuggle closer to him, arms wrapped around his torso with your head nestled perfectly into his shoulder. you don't even know what time it is, going off of pure intuition.

it's adorable to see how far you were willing to go just to make him happy.

carefully, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the darkness around him. he quickly turns down the brightness in fear of disturbing your rest and reads the numbers plastered over the top of his lockscreen. 23:59.

you're a minute early, but who cares? you've still the first person to wish him happy birthday. you're the first to hug him, and now...

megumi watches the clock as the seconds slip away, anticipation building. when it finally ticks over to 00:00, he leans down, a warm smile playing on his lips. his breath brushes against your skin just before his mouth meets yours in a gentle peck, soft and fleeting, yet filled with affection.

you're the first to kiss him too.

jjk m.list

I'd fuck the depression out of him

megumi fushiguro x reader

summary: i am a sucker for mutual pining. seeing megumi’s beautiful smile for the first time.

The city always seemed quieter at dusk, the usual hustle of shuffling feet and distant honking vehicles softened as you strolled alongside Megumi down the city streets. You’d been alone together many times before; yet this evening felt different, like walking along the edge of something unacknowledged as the rustle of unseen leaves filled the silence.

"Are you sure this is the right way?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence as you glanced up at the darkening sky, painted with hues of pink and orange.

Megumi, hands tucked casually into his pockets, merely nodded. He didn’t stop walking, barely acknowledging your words as you struggled to keep up with his heavy steps. "It's a shortcut." He said, short and simple as was always his way of communicating.

“A shortcut to what exactly? You know Gojo’s going to hassle us for being late again.”

He side-eyed you, a soft sigh escaping his lips, though his expression remained neutral. You could sense an almost imperceptible shift, a stiffening of his posture at the mention of your former teacher. "Since when do you care about Gojo's timing?" His gaze, brief and stormy, met yours for a split second before drifting away.

“Touche,” you laughed, nudging his shoulder slightly. He doesn’t physically react, his pace remaining unchanged, but you could tell from the briefest flicker in his eyes that you’d at least gotten some, albeit tiny, reaction out of him.

As you continued, the path opened into an unexpected clearing, a slice of calm nestled amongst the chaos of Tokyo. The city’s hum faded, absorbed by a dense canopy of trees. As you breathed you could pick up the subtle scent of damp earth; it was a stark contrast to the city you had just come from. Serene, but almost magical.

“Wow,” you breathed, turning to find that somehow Megumi had stopped beside you, his gaze drifting upwards to the branches ahead. There wasn’t much enthusiasm on his face, especially compared to you, but there was a brief flicker of admiration in his eyes.

“This part of the city,” he said, his voice lilting into something that almost resembled fondness, “its overlooked.”

You look up, watching as the stars outstretched in the sky. It was beautiful. “Figures you’d know all the secrets in this city.” You say in awe. “It’s pretty.”

When you look back at Megumi he’s looking at you, and it was then, against the dark background of night sky, that you caught it…a smile. It was the briefest of moments, a subtle uptick of his lips as he watched you gaze at the sky. But it faded, just as quickly as it had come. In that moment you realize you’ve never actually seen Megumi smile before. Not when his face is perpetually impassive, when he’s always so guarded and reserved. No, this was a first. And my god was it beautiful. Probably the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen; no wonder he didn’t show it off because a smile like that was like the sun, burning so bright that it ignited something in you.

“Do that again,” you said, hardly containing the surprise in your voice. Your eyes slightly wider as you studied his face.

“Do what?” he replied, looking away from you, his gaze lingering on a distant tree.

You narrow your eyes. “You know what.” You say, playfully nudging his shoulder again to hide the fact that seeing him looking at you in that way, with that smile on your face…well it was bad for your heart.

He rolled his eyes, scoffing lightly. “Can we just go.” He said, as he continued to walk on in front of you.

You walk behind him, letting him guide you as the silence is filled with grassy footsteps. “You have a nice smile.” You finally say, a subtle uptick of your own lips as you avoid looking directly at him, heart pounding just a little faster in your chest. You just look on down at the ground, watching your shoes gather dirty against the muddy path.

So you missed it, missed the way his lips curved upwards again, missed the subtle blush that dusted the tips of his ears, as he lead you towards your destination.

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i cant find any gifs of s4 levi on here which is crazy bc he’s so daddy 😞

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

i can't get the thought out of my head that suguru would be the best friend that you fuck while drunk.

you and suguru were the best friends that kissed and fucked when y’all got drunk and stopped having shame about it when waking up the next morning.

it’ll start off with playful tipsy dancing, grinding on him and giggling into his chest the next minute, then suguru kissing your neck, then the next series of events hazy upon waking up.

suguru hates to be that guy, the guy who only fucked you when drunk, but it just felt so good to him that even his subconscious mind knew that his dick wanted you.

calling you for drinks or to a hangout he got invited to so he wouldn’t be in bed with someone who wasn’t you, with you being completely fine with it.

drunk sex with suguru was the best; it wasn’t anything serious, yet he still hit and touched every sweet spot that you had.

that nasty sloppy sex that hit so hard that you wanted to get drunk every day of the week just for him to fuck you, because two glasses of whiskey was enough to get him started and last a long time.

sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your pussy, getting you right every single time, his eyes hazy with that look he got every time he was drowning in between your legs.

he loved it—the taste, the thrill, being inside of you and feeling how you squeezed around him from every little touch...

… it was amazing, and neither of you could deny that; that’s why y’all kept on doing it.