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chuluoyi · 7 months

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enduring love

- nanami kento x reader

love is kind. love is patient. Nanami Kento taught you all that—love and the absolute durability it brings.

genre/warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—in the form of soft sex, pregnancy

notes: based on a whole package request an anon sent me a while ago. there isn't much i can say without spoiling... just that i love soft loving nanami :( check out a very recommended track for this piece!

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Nanami Kento was not your first love, but he was the one who taught you about love that endures, even against the worst of odds.

Haibara Yu was your boyfriend when he died, giving his life in exchange of yours and Nanami’s. And his death destroyed you, leaving you devastated, as you not only lost your childhood best friend but also a significant part of yourself.

And he made Nanami promise something to him—taking care of you. And of course, Nanami would. Even if Haibara didn’t ask for it, he would. Because when it came to you, he was willing to do anything.

He couldn’t say it back then, that he was already and utterly in love with you.

You were so grateful for his sheer presence. With Nanami by your side, you felt a sense of security and comfort, which helped to fill the void left by Haibara to some extent.

“Thank you for checking up on me. I’m fine,” you had said to him with a soft smile. You remembered it clearly—it was Haibara’s second death anniversary. You still shed tears before his picture at the columbarium hall, but you meant it when you said you were fine.

“That’s... good then.” Nanami didn’t look like he was convinced, but he nodded regardless.

“You can stop doing it now, you know,” you mumbled with a sigh. It wasn’t fair to him, you realized it from the get-go, but unconsciously, you too needed him to cope with your dearest’s death. “It’s never your responsibility in the first place. I’m… thankful that you’re always there for me.”

At that time, Nanami was already in love with you, but he was also a coward. A coward who had decided to leave the jujutsu world behind, and so he took your words and left with a broken heart. But unbeknownst to him, you would never forget how he looked—downcast eyes, clenched fist, as if you had told him to begone altogether.

In the years that he spent away from curses and the sorrow that followed, he did try to forget about you, but in the end, he just couldn’t. You were like sunshine that brightened his younger, happier days. To him, your existence helped him to get past Haibara’s death too. And his love for you was already engraved in him by default, even if he couldn’t act on it.

Nanami’s departure hurt you more deeply than you thought. You were incredibly lonely. Gojo and Shoko were there, but it hardly filled the void left by his absence. They say life goes on, and so you continued to live the life Haibara had saved for you, with the hope that someday, Nanami would return.

Life is funny because no one can predict how it turns out. Nanami found it ironic, that he left only to come back.

But when he saw you again after four years, still the same but even more beautiful than ever, with tears in your eyes as you welcomed him back, he thought it was all worth it.

“I’m… glad,” you muttered amidst the flowing tears, trying to wipe it away in embarrassment. “Sorry, ugh… I didn’t mean to cry. It’s just that it’s been so long…”

And Nanami only laughed at that. A genuine chuckle. Your heart soared at the sight.

He was different. He no longer sported that geeky haircut. Now he was suave, neat and of course—handsome. You never realized how attractive he was until now.

“I missed you too, Y/N,” he said with a warm smile. To him, the fact that you cried at his expense was enough to make him happy. It signified that you regarded him as an important presence in your life, and that was enough for him.

“Are you doing this temporarily?” you asked warily afterwards.

He responded with a thoughtful hum. "I believe... no, I've concluded that this is way better than my previous banking job. At least here, I can fully utilize my abilities."

Your eyes seemed to glimmer with something at his response.

“Then, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Can you…” Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you asked, but you brushed it aside. “Can you promise me that you… won’t leave again?”

It was as if everything he had known was nullified with that question. Nanami had always assumed he might hold significance in your life, but he thought that to you, he was dispensable.

"Yeah, I won't," he said resolutely. "I won't leave again, Y/N."

On that day, he came to the realization that it was perfectly fine for him to express these feelings for you now.

To outsiders' point of view, it was bound to happen anyway. Gojo had always known that Nanami held this not-so-hidden affection for you and wholeheartedly supported him when he witnessed the effort he put into pursuing those feelings. It was comical really, that you heard it first not from Nanami himself but rather from him.

You remembered that day too—he was so furious at Gojo that he kicked him out. He looked so embarrassed. Granted, this was not at all how he had envisioned confessing to you.

"I won't hide it any further. I... have been harboring these feelings for you." He couldn't even look at you in the eyes. The two of you were no longer those teenagers in Jujutsu High, but oddly it was hard to say it out loud. "You're free to reject me, of course—"

"Nanami Kento." It bugged you, how formal he was acting around you, and no, you were done with this too. You returned his feelings, had been for a while now. "We should just get together."

And just like that, you were finally in a relationship. It was long road to reach this point, and yet it was only the beginning.

Nanami was supportive, affectionate, and ready to shield you from any harm. You loved him with all your heart. Whenever you two visited Haibara's memorial, he would grip your hand tighter and reassure you of his presence, and if there was one thing you were certain of regarding Haibara, it was that he would have complete trust in Nanami to care for you.

Birthdays, anniversaries, and other milestones, you two celebrated it together. It was almost picture perfect—you were so happy together, as if you were made for each other.

"Kento," you gasped when you opened the gift box he had gotten for your birthday, discovering a pristine watch inside. "This..."

"Do you like it?" he asked softly, smiling, brushing your hair aside. His eyes crinkled with delight when he saw your elated expression.

"I love it!" you exclaimed heartily. And normally you wouldn't be this impulsive, but since it was your birthday, surely you could afford a whim or two.

You kissed him on the cheek, making a playful smooching sound that left him pleasantly reeling and flustered.

You dated him for two years. In those two starling years, Nanami proved to be an exceptional boyfriend. You were confident that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, and he felt the same way about you.

Regardless, when he dropped down on one knee with a ring box in his hand, you still couldn't help but tear up.

"Will you marry me?" He knew the answer already, but he was determined to make it the most memorable day of your life, with him promising his undying love for you.

Through tears, happiness and everything else, you laughed. A free laugh that conveyed your love for him. "Yes!"

The two of you were married for three years, and Nanami was the best husband you could ask for, and being his wife was the honor you'd never turn down no matter how many times you were asked. If there was one thing you'd rather see less from him though, perhaps it was his tendency to rush headfirst into danger.

Once, he went back home with bloodied side and you immediately rushed and fussed over him with concern.

"What sort of cursed spirit did you face?" your hands were shaking as you dabbed alcohol to his wound. He wasn't usually injured, so this came as a shock.

Nanami winced, but he still smiled, trying to convince you that he was fine.

He didn't want to tell you about it, because frankly, even he didn't know that much. He only knew that his attacks weren't effective against that sadistic cursed spirit with stitches all over his body.

"It was an accident, love," Nanami brushed it aside. "I just made a mistake is all."

"Still!" you lips quivered at the possible worst scenario. "Couldn't you just run away?"

"It was not that easy... I had Gojo's student with me too, I couldn't just leave him to face a special grade alone now, could I?"

Your expression turned horrified, and he regretted his slip. "Special grade...?"

You were like a flower, and Nanami cherished you greatly. He hated seeing you in distress, especially if it was caused by him.

You had to understand eventually, because you were a jujutsu sorcerer too. In this line of work, nothing is guaranteed. So you looked down and let out a sigh. "Can you promise me something, Kento?"

"Of course. Anything for you, love."

"If it ever gets too dangerous—if you sense that your life is in danger," you locked eyes with him, your gaze filled with determination and hope. "Please. I beg of you. Just run. Come back to me."

And he nodded, pulling you to his bare chest, as you sniffled against him. "Yes, dear. I will. I promise. Don't cry now, okay?"

Witnessing your tears never sat right with him, and he was willing to do whatever it took to erase that sadness.

The way he caressed you so fondly and gently was how he proved the extent of his love for you. A love that had been brewing for twelve years, ever since he was a first year in this unforgiving jujutsu world, only able to keep his crush hidden away at the furthermost corner of his heart as he saw you with someone else, until now, much later, as your husband who was yours as much as you were his.

Your body reacted with each of his tender touch. Your cheeks lighted up with the most adorable color of red, and lust was evident in your eyes. As Nanami towered over you, shushing you with soft words and asked you where you wanted to be touched, he was trying his hardest to be patient.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear. "Tell me how I can make you feel better."

You were too shy to tell him, so you guided his hand to where you wanted to be touched the most, and then before you knew it, you were letting out several moans, unable to hold them in.

Nanami was always well in preparing you. He had to at least make you cum once or twice before actually inserting himself in you. Because your needs and comfort always came before his.

His thrusts were slow but deep, with your legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed every inch of your body that he could reach, worshipping you, reveling in your blushed face.

And when he came inside you, filling you full and warm with his seed, you felt nothing but sheer relief and bliss. The aftercare was wonderful too, as Nanami made sure that you were comfortable—cleaning you up and tucking you in, kissing your tears away.

Shortly after, you became pregnant. It wasn't unexpected, with all your intimate activities. It was a whole new experience entirely, and the two of you were looking forward to it, as the baby inside you grew day by day. You wanted a son, whereas he wanted a daughter who looked just like you.

You wanted this life with him. You wanted to grow old together with him, along with your baby too. And that was why, when Nanami was about to leave for Shibuya, you were sick with worry, a hand on your noticeable bump.

"Do you really have to go?" You wanted to cry, yell, and drag those in headquarters to see you—a wife carrying a child. How could they separate a vulnerable wife from her husband?

Nanami pulled you into his arms, consoling you. "It's going to be okay, Y/N. I'll be back once all of this is over."

"They named Gojo already. And for a curtain of that density to be pulled down—" your voice hitched painfully. "Kento, it must be a well-thought plan. I'm afraid for you, please."

To be honest, he didn't know how it would play out. This was a large-scale attack and every jujutsu sorcerer in the country was summoned in response. As much as he feared for himself, he had to, because it was his responsibility, and doing this would keep you safe.

With the tearful farewell and final touch on your belly to feel his baby kick him, Nanami left you to march towards the battlefield.

Life is funny because you never know how it turns out. Nanami once again came to see just how unforgiving this jujutsu world was when Gojo was sealed and half of his body was burnt beyond repair.

He wouldn't be able to make it back home now.

His chest constricted at how he wouldn't be able to go back to your arms again, or see you give birth to his child. Even though he had planned everything—in his dream, he would take you to Kuantan, away from jujutsu and live the rest of your lives there in peace.

This world was cruel to him, but all he could hope now was that it would spare you. He was sorry to leave you again. He was sorry to break his promise. He was so sorry that you would go through the anguish of losing someone precious again, because this time, it was even greater than when you lost Haibara.

He wasn't ready to leave you, but when he saw Itadori Yuji sprinting towards him, suddenly he was certain. Because when he saw his face, all he could see was the fact that he could trust him with everything.

Perhaps it was what Haibara felt when he trusted you to him.

"You've got it from here." He smiled at Yuji, as the boy looked towards him in pure terror.

Was it a figment of his imagination? Because he could see Haibara in front of him now, with that energetic smile of his.

A bloodcurdling scream escaped your lips when Yuji arrived in front of your doorsteps to inform you of Nanami's death. You were wailing and utterly inconsolable, especially when he told you that not even his remains were left.

You didn't know what to do. You just sat there, sobbing your heart out in Yuji's arms until you passed out. The next thing you knew was that you were in your bed, with the boy sleeping on your bedside table in a very awkward position.

You recalled the envelope from your husband that Yuji gave you last night. You scrambled for it, and found two plane tickets and a letter.

Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I'm writing this either, but I can't leave you with nothing in case I didn't make it. First and foremost, I want you to know that I love you. So much more than you can imagine. Ever since our first year, and up until now and forevermore. I love you. With this, I'm letting you know that I've booked a flight for Kuantan for you and Itadori-kun as well, but I have a feeling that he wouldn't come with you. Even if he doesn't, I beg of you, please just go. I want you and our baby safe and away from all of this. Lastly, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for leaving you again. I'm sorry that I can't see and raise our child with you. You don't have to forgive me. Know that I'll be doing my best to come back to you, but if fate doesn't spare me, then please know that with all of heart, I love you and I won't leave you if I can afford it. You have changed the course of my life, and I'm grateful for it. Falling in love with you is my greatest joy, I want you to know that.

A bout of tears overcame you and woke Yuji up. You felt your insides churn with dread and your baby kick you with such fervor that it hurt. He was gone, really gone, leaving you in this perilous world alone.

And yet, to his last breath, all he could think of was you. It hurt so much, and yet you were glad, that you could light up his world the way he described it. His greatest joy.

Nanami Kento's love for you, the one he once endured and then held for years, reached you deeply. It is love unlike any other, more pure and heartfelt than you could ever imagine.

did I cry while writing this? yes.

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lowkeyremi · 2 months

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"I'M PREGNANT"

How they react when you tell them you're pregnant ! ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami (fem reader)

content: no curse!au, fluff, slightly suggestive, mentions of infertility (choso), mentions of a miscarriage, established relationship (marriage + dating), children, families.

Gojo Satoru

Upon arriving home from another stressful day of work, Satoru looks around for his loving, beautiful, awesomest (his words not yours), girlfriend.

"UGHH I had a HORRIBLE day today. Baby, where are you so I can tell you all about it?!!" He takes note of how most of the lights are off and he can't smell dinner. Even on your worst work days you always make dinner, so there are two things Satoru can think of off the top of his head. A. You're out with friends and forgot to tell him or, B. Something is really wrong and you're hiding from him.

His stomach drops at the idea of option B, and as much as he'd like to eliminate that option it is very possible.

"[name]? Where are you?" He asks loud enough for you to hear it from your shared bathroom. You stare silently at the three positive pregnancy tests on the floor next to you. You know it's only a matter of time before he figures it out because he's used your real name instead of a pet name.

"If you're cheating on me then don't worry. I'll only kill the bastard who dared to make a move on you." If you weren't so stressed from your current situation you might have laughed at the fact that Satoru is a clueless idiot. Why would you cheat on him?

He starts walking deeper into the apartment. Into your room, you note, because you can hear his soft footsteps.

"Tell the coward to come out, babe. I bet he's in there with you fearing for his life right now." His voice sounds deadly but you know deep inside he's probably devastated thinking you've cheated on him.

"It's just me 'Toru. I.. I um. I need a minute." He shuffles outside of the door. If you're correct he's probably pressing his ear to the door to listen for another man's voice.

"I'm unlocking the door." He says, and fuck, you forgot that there's that little key at the top of the door to unlock it.

"Toru don't!" He unlocks the door pushing it open to reveal what's going on. It all happens too fast, you launch to try and close the door. In the process, one of the three tests gets kicked. His eyes draw to the moving object. They focus in on the test and he about falls to the ground.

"B-baby.. what are those?" The silence after his sentence is so loud that you could hear the busy city life outside of the bathroom window.

"You know what they are Satoru." He makes his way over to you embracing you so delicately like he'd break you if he squeezed any harder.

"Am I gonna be a daddy?" The question is whispered softly into your ear. Your tears fall landing on his shoulder.

"If you want to keep the baby, then yes." Ultimately it's not his choice, he knows that, but he also understands that this statement you've mentioned means you've already made your decision to keep the little baby forming inside of you.

"Fuck yeah I wanna keep it! Hope it looks like me so you have two adorably cute people to look at everyday. Also what the hell, my pull out game sucks!" He starts muttering to himself about how he could have sworn he hadn't cum inside of you recently.

All your anxiety subsides, and is replaced with faint annoyance when you roll your eyes.

"I'm having second thoughts." He doesn't realize you're joking because of how serious you look.

"Waittttttt I take it back!! The baby can look like you instead PLEASEEEEE PLEASEE KEEP IT." It's astonishing how your boyfriend can go from thinking you've cheated on him to being a sap in a matter of seconds.

Geto Suguru

"Sugu... can we go get some food?" This is the sixth night in a row you've asked this question. At first, Suguru just thought you had the munchies, but after observing you, he thinks there could be a different reason for your sudden change of behavior.

"It's 2:30 in the morning doll.." You sit up sleepily to check your phone and sure enough there are about two minutes until it's 2:30 am.

"How do you do that, Sugu?" He shrugs matching your previous actions.

"You seem to be having munchies every night? You getting enough to eat?" You nod meekly to answer his question. He suspects that you're pregnant but he's not sure how to bring it up.

"I have, but I dunno.. I've just been having these crazy food dreams that make me so hungry. I don't know where it's even coming from." He responds with a nod.

You take note of how he scratches the back of his neck, when he does that he's usually thinking.

"What's on your mind, Sugu?" He sighs inwardly as you get up out of bed to go make your latest craving: pork cutlet rice bowl with a fried egg on top. You didn't even really eat pork much but now you will destroy a pork cutlet bowl.

"I think you might be pregnant." You stop as soon as those words leave his mouth. The tension in the room rises as you try to find words to say.

"I- what? What makes you say that?"

"I mean think about it, last month I came inside of you like three or four times, which is enough to get you pregnant. On top of that you were testing out that new birth control since the other one was giving you weird side effects, and now you're craving pork. You don't even like pork." His reasoning makes since, but you're in denial right now.

"...That's a strong claim to make.... I mean what if it's just munchies?" He rubs his temple before getting out of the bed to join you in a hug.

"I'm not saying you are. I'm saying I think you are. If you are, you know I'll be there every step of the way with whatever decision you choose to make." He's so understanding, it's one of the many things you love about him.

For his sake you guys go out and buy a test for you to take. You took two of them, both showing a '+'.

"Well, it looks like you're gonna be a papa, Sugu." You say handing him the test, so he can see for himself.

"You're going to make an amazing mother, my love."

Kamo Choso

The both of you were clueless to the symptoms. He'd told you it's unlikely he'd ever get you pregnant because his sperm was tested, and he's very much infertile.

So, imagine his surprise when he sees a box of pregnancy tests under the bathroom sink while he's looking for a new tube of toothpaste.

You've already left for work so he'll wait for you to return to ask you about it.

He's excited, honestly. Choso has always wanted to start a little family with you, but he figured his infertility would stop that from happening. His doctor suggested adoption or a sperm donor. The two of you quickly ruled out the second option, it just didn't feel right to you guys.

The topic of adoption has been brought up here and there. You've both considered it deeply.

Choso can't sit still, he's off work today and the excitement within him will not fade away. All day long he's humming and practicing what he'll say to you when you get home. He even started looking at baby stuff.

When he hears the door unlock he's quick to act, greeting you at the door with kissing and smiles.

"Hey baby." His smile reaches his eyes, something it hasn't done in a little while.

"Hey, Cho. You seem to be in high spirits today."

"You're pregnant?" He blurts out the question without even thinking. Shit.. he was gonna try to ease into it.

"How'd you find out? Gosh did your stupid brother tell you? I was gonna surprise you!!" Confusion takes over your face when he gasps.

"You told Yuji before me? Baby.. how could you?" He's only half joking, he's a little bit sad, of course.

"I needed to tell someone!! I wanted to surprise you. I knew you were gonna be so excited." You pull him into a hug. He quickly reciprocates forgetting why he was even upset in the first place.

"Oh, I found out because the box of tests were under the sink."

"I probably should have hidden them better..."

Fushiguro Toji

Even though this is your second baby, telling him will never get any easier. When you'd told him about your first daughter he was indifferent about it. He'd go to great lengths to avoid you. Since you couldn't get through to him your only option was to call your step-son, Megumi.

He guessed that Toji was trying to figure out how to come to terms with being a father again. You had confronted your husband and he did admit to trying to understand the changes that would be made to your lives.

He said that his first daughter with you was his first and last child with you. You agreed with him because you only wanted a small little family. That was about three years ago. Here you are sitting on your bed looking at the test. Your daughter is playing on the floor with her toys.

"Mama, what wrong?" For her age she's quite perceptive. She must get that from Toji you think.

"Remember when you were telling Mama that you wanted a little sister or brother?" You'll break the news to her first. Her reaction will be the cuter and less stressful one.

"Mhm." Toji insisted on getting a bed frame that's somewhat high off the ground, so your little girl is standing right next to the bed waiting for you to pick her up.

Her deep green eyes stare deep into your soul as do your husband's eyes when he looks at you. She's sitting with her legs folded on your bed waiting for you to continue.

"Well.. you're going to have a little sibling." She springs up like a rocket, cheering in happiness.

"And when were you planning to tell me?" Your eyes quickly flicker over to the door frame which Toji is leaning against. There's a smug look on his face, nothing malice. Maybe he wants another one?

"Uh- Toji, baby, I was going to tell you soon. I just... Nami, my sweet girl? Can you go play with toys while mama and dad talk?" With ease she slides off your bed and walks out of your room.

Toji closes the door behind her ensuring she doesn't get nosy. "I didn't know how to tell you. You seemed really set on only having one.."

"I say stupid stuff all the time then change my mind. Do you really think I'd get mad at you for being pregnant? I'm the one who got you pregnant."

For once you don't know what to say.. you did think he'd be upset. Now that he's reassuring you all your anxiety washes away.

"I mean if it's another girl I might end it all." He's only joking, but you think another girl would be pretty funny.

"You're so stupid." He smirks at you, "You like it." Toji's not wrong, you do like it.

Nanami Kento

He could tell before you could. Everything started to add up when you complained about your back hurting, you hadn't mentioned period cramps in awhile and you seemed to be more clingy than Kento's ever seen you before.

It would make sense, he thinks. You'd gotten off of birth control last year and he stopped using condoms when you two got married. He wants kids more than you do, he believes. That want became more prominent after your first baby died three months into the pregnancy.

It would be cute to see you walk around with a round belly, complaining about little things like not being able to put your shoes on, or something of the sorts. He could once again experience that paternal feeling he felt awhile back.

"Honey, what're you daydreaming about now?" You ask joining him on the couch.

"Do you think you might be pregnant?" He asks suddenly taking you by surprise.

"I haven't really thought about it but it would make sense. The aches, cravings, yeah." If he were any normal man he'd get you a pregnancy test, but honey, this is Nanami Kento. You have a doctor's appointment scheduled for the next day.

When you arrive at your appointment with your husband the doctor has you pee in a little cup and he asks a bunch of boring but necessary questions.

On the drive home you notice Kento tapping the wheel to the tune of the song you're playing. He's never really liked your music tastes so he must really be excited.

"I can't wait to get the results." You nod in complete bliss. You're still trying to process the potential pregnancy. There was a time in the past; two months after you'd gotten off your birth control, you ended up pregnant but unfortunately your little baby passed away before being born.

There's hope in your heart that this baby is here to stay... a rainbow baby.

Within a few hours the doctor calls your husband telling him the results are positive. You're going to be a mother if this baby stays strong.

"We're going to be parents." He's so excited but he tries to contain his excitement.

"You're going to be a great daddy, Ken." He smiles dreamily at you. This is a dream come true to him. He couldn't think of anything better.

"I just know this is the one, Honey. We aren't going to lose this one." He tells you quietly with a little smile and you trust him. After all, Kento would never lie to you.

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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“Leave a message after the tone”

HQ!! x JJK x FREE!

Voice Memos: Where they left things off…

(Kinda angsty but no harsh endings!!)

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“Hey, uh yeah well I just thought I should call to say goodnight. My head is pounding like the motherfucker but I don’t think I could sleep peacefully if I don’t say something. I’m sorry I stormed out of the house like that and went drinking. I miss you a lot. I’ll come over in the morning, probably with a hangover. But I just want your forgiveness in person, knowing I probably don’t even deserve it. I love you.”

—• Suna Rintaro, Miya Osamu, Geto Suguru, Rei Ryurazaki

“Babe, you’re sleeping now aren’t you? Have a good night sleep, I’m going to crash at a buddy’s house for the night. I know what I did before leaving must have really hurt you and I called to apologize but you didn’t pick up. You don’t deserve to have a drunkard apologizing to you anyway. Can I come over tomorrow? Please?”

—• Nishinoya Yuu, Kageyama Tobio, Megumi Fushiguro, Haruka Nanase

“I– I honestly had this whole thing plastered into my head but now I’m at a loss for words. What I did was wrong… you don’t deserve to be treated like that. I was a coward and took the quick way out. I shouldn’t be saying that you deserve a better man when you only wanted me to the better man. I see and understand my shortcomings, it is funny because you were the one that helped me get there. Yet here I am, so pathetic. I don’t deserve you, but please give me a chance to redeem myself. Call me back? I love you so much.”

—• Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Itadori Yuji, Rin Matsuoka

“Hi, Y/n, I hope everything went well for you today. I hope you crushed at finals like you swore you would. I hope that presentation went well today. Did you get a good grade? I bet you did. But, I meant to call and apologize about last night. It wasn’t fair for you for me being saying those things. I stormed off claiming I wanted space in my room. Im sure you weren’t having a good time either. Being apart from you is torture. Can I please tell you this in person?”

—• Kuroo Tetsuro, Inumaki Toge, Asahi Shiina

“Y/n, it is killing me a little bit that you’re not picking up the phone. I hope you’re doing okay. I hope that at this very moment you are safe. You may or may not listen to this voice mail, but I’m going to say what I will say later; treat this as a rehearsal. Y/n, I’m a coward, I saw the look on your face when I lashed out at you and god, I think I was in pain, too. I say things without thinking and I had the luxury of not suffering through the consequences, regardless of how I usually don’t say much, but that was before you. I put more thought into my words, more intentions and I always try to be kind and respectful because of you now, but unfortunately, sometimes I let myself slip back into my old, bad habits. I’m trying my best to change, completely, for the better. I’m lucky and grateful that you are patient with me, although I’m already getting so much more from you than I actually deserve. If you’re listening to this, you get the gist of what I want to say, please be safe until I get to you later today. I love you, baby, more than you know.”

—• Ushijima Wakatoshi, Nanami Kento, Sosuke Yamazaki, Makoto Tachibana

“You can’t stay mad at me forever… actually yeah you can. Listen, babe. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. I was foolish and inconsiderate of your feelings and now I’m beating myself up for it. So please don’t call your brothers, they might actually kill me. But hey, I want to see you and look you in the eye and give you a genuine apology. It’s the least I can do for you in this moment before I start making the drastic and necessary changes in myself. I hope you can give me that chance. I have to go now, the boss is screeching in the background, it’s probably good that you can’t hear them, their voice is like a banshee. Don’t make dinner, I’ll bring you some gooood sushi baby. See you later, I love you, darling.”

—• Bokuto Koutaro, Akinori Konoha, Gojo Satoru, Kisumi Shigino

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off the table ˚₊· gojo satoru + nanami kento. ── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content : f!reader, explicit smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex (gojo fingers you in a restaurant), slight!humiliation, fingering (f!receiving), spit kink, pet names, hints at a threesome, pet names, this fic is so unserious i love it ･｡･ w.c. 6.8k. ── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ synopsis : being in public, at a table full of colleagues will not stop gojo satoru from putting his hands under your dress. ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა ⊹ this idea was born from staring at gojo’s pretty fingers and is still one of my favorite fics that i have ever written hope u all enjoy <333

gojo satoru had deactivated his infinity.

no one else noticed, of course. they didn’t notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere. didn’t feel the tiny rift in the fabric of space being snapped back into place. or the defeated howl of an enemy of the six eyes kicking rocks because they’d missed the opportunity to clobber the insufferable idiot over the head. most would only realize it if they tried to strike him and the blow landed, or if he gave one of his enthusiastically unwanted hugs and you felt the warmth of his biceps enveloping you.

though you’d need a top university professor to understand even the basic science behind his inherited, limitless powers, you could never miss it.

you, an empath, also knew this meant trouble. gojo usually wore the technique like one would a warm fur coat during a blizzard. a second skin, if you may.

so yes, this definitely meant trouble.

but for who?

all sorcerers ( excluding beloved students ) operating from the tokyo and kyoto campuses have been summoned to a secure location for a meeting of utmost importance. the meeting of utmost importance? principle gakuganji’s birthday dinner at a michelin star, rooftop restaurant. you have to admit, the paid night off from exorcising curses is nice and the place is exquisitely beautiful. romantic, warm lighting illuminates dark oak tables and lush zen gardens. minimalistic, artful plates are served at a price that would make your credit card read the check and weep tears of debt.

the setting is pleasant and quiet with sorcerers you could almost call friends drinking responsibly and chatting comfortably. or it would’ve been quiet, if not for your boyfriend laughing himself hoarse at the thought of the higher-ups bribing sorcerers with a night off just to get someone to attend a party for the unlikable principle of the kyoto campus. he laughed himself into the other sorcerers ignoring him completely, so now his attention is completely on you.

needless to say, you’ve been feeling wary the entire time. you know that when he didn’t have something to stimulate that big brain of his— especially during events like this— he’s a complete hellion to society. and society, in this scenario, is always you.

oh, no.

it’s funny how you already know what he’s up to. it’s even funnier how, at first, he kept you at an arm’s length, in fear of you orbiting too close and seeing too much. now, you know things about him. sickeningly sweet details like his favorite dessert, his greatest fear, the brand of shampoo he uses.

and most importantly, his nastiest fucking kink.

gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1:

getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.

when you are flesh and blood’s closest thing to a heavenly being, there are many things you can get away with. there are many things that apply to normal human men that do not apply to gojo satoru. like not being allowed to show his love for his lady whenever and wherever he pleases.

after all, who the fuck is going to stop him?

not you, his pretty angel.

and certainly not the higher-ups, those cowards.

there is no secret that you both lack decorum. you, by association. and gojo, by nature. two heathens so in love with fucking each other that everyone knows to give the two of you a wide berth whenever the signs are there. you’ve lost count of how many scandalized stares you’ve received when he warps into a meeting and the first thing he does is sweep you off your feet for a hungry kiss, large hands digging prints into the soft skin of your ass. you beat against him then, berating him about propriety and professionalism while gojo grins like a lovestruck idiot, tells you to scold him more because it’s so fucking hot when you’re annoyed with me.

he knows that later, you’ll be begging to be fucked into a limp back in his office. he doesn’t even flinch when yaga walks in without knocking, gojo rolling his eyes back while you scold him with i-told-you-so’s, calling him a freak; nasty and ridiculous for letting the principle see you in such a position. a kinkshame that rushes straight to his dick because he’s too far gone to care when he’s got you spread out on his desk with your jujutsu uniform bunched all the way up around your tits, cock shoved so far up your cramped little cunt that if yaga squinted, he’d be able to see the imprint in your stomach.

rule #2 is an addition to his handbook written in your feminine, flowery script yourself:

gojo satoru is not to be trusted in public.

that you, yourself, is not to be trusted either. after all, the man you’re dating is thrilling. he excites you and you’re powerless when it comes to your desire, your love for him. you try your best to be the voice of reason in the relationship, the pretty angel on his shoulder attempting to convert him to a holier path, but at the end it only takes one lazy smirk and a honeyed pet name to get you to drop your panties for him.

right now, all of the signs are there.

his knee bounces against the outer part of your thigh like an impatient, antsy child. he hasn’t made a snide comment in the last five minutes, world record. and when you glance up at him, his glossed lips are curled into one of those infamous, shit-eating smirks of his that seems permanent on his face like a terrible, womanizing affliction. it could be mistaken for classic behavior, but you know better than that.

“don’t even think about it, gojo satoru,” you hiss in warning under your breath. a vein appears at the temple of your brow as you notice an affronted expression cross his features, turning to you with his mouth drawn in a surprised oval shape.

“ehhhh, what do you mean?” gojo drawls out the question in a lilt, his tone chipper as he leans into your personal space. your traitorous heart flips at his close proximity, softening when he slings an arm around the back of your chair. relaxed and ridiculously attractive in the way he toys with the wisps of baby soft hair gathered at the nape of your neck.

“you know what i mean, you idiot-” you roll your eyes to hide the way they flutter, shivering as his fingertips graze over your skin. gojo massages gentle circles into a tension spot on your neck, his version of fattening you up for the inevitable kill of whatever he has planned. you fight the urge to whimper because jujutsu sorcerers are born tense, because spa days are rare when you’re knee deep in curse goo day in, day out.

clearing your throat before you can get carried away, you brush your hair over one shoulder and smoothly swat his hand down. “move your hand, satoru. i know what you’re up to.”

thankfully, he does.

“up to what?” his head tilts on the question, and you shoot a glare at him before turning back to the menu you’re both sharing. because what sickening, pda-heavy couple uses two menus? “these hags are boring, baby.” he blows air into his cheeks, sighing hard; baiting you like a fish. you don’t buy this innocent act one bit, though, reaching up to deflate the cute puff of his cheeks with the sharp acrylic of your finger. popping him like a big, stupid balloon.

“i know your game,” you tell him, shaking your head. the game of disarming you. the proverbial removal of the angel from his shoulder by turning all soft like strawberry kikufuku melting in the summer to get what he wants. it almost always works. that boyish charm that coaxes you into shaded car parks and empty classrooms.

“what game?” he asks, relocating. his palm slips underneath the table faster than your eyes can register, long digits splayed out on your thigh in a possessive spread. right below the hem of the tiny little number he bought for you.

“your hand, gojo,” you remind him.

“in marriage? i thought you’d never ask,” he smarts off, sarcastically heartfelt as he touches a hand to his chest before he taps your nose. it feels condescending. “it’s not uncommon, you know, so don’t be afraid. men find it attractive when their women take charge. isn’t that right, nanamin?” he slingshots the question, loud in your ear, bent forward to get a good look at the ex-salaryman seated on the other side of you dressed in an impeccably cut designer three-piece. you startle a bit since you’d forgotten he was there.

“frankly,” nanami sniffs, adjusting the knot of his tie, “i’m not listening to whatever idiotic conversation you’re having, gojo-san.” he replies bluntly, clearly listening to the idiotic conversation. you watch as the sorcerer flicks a piece of lint from his shirt but he pauses after a moment, sharp eyes cutting to your direction. he inclines his head in a brief, but polite bow. “no offense to you, miss.”

ever the gentleman. unlike someone.

“nanami-san, it’s okay-”

“blech,” gojo mimics gagging, finger stuck in his mouth and everything like a teenager being forced onto a family trip. “you’re no fun, as usual.” but nanami is back to thoroughly ignoring the two of you.

“but you’re fun, aren’t you?” he purrs, turning his sly attention back to you. the fingers that were previously drumming an idle beat squeezes the flesh of your thigh hard, hard enough that his nails dig in to cause a twinge of pain. you suck in a breath, anticipation surging through your veins as his hand shifts a little bit higher.

oh, no.

“w-what are you doing, gojo?” you hate the excited stutter of your heart.

gojo lets the question sit like a festering wound. waiting until he notices an uncomfortable, antsy shift in your anticipation for him. this is part of his game, sadistic glee will-o-the-wisping around in his chest as he drinks up your flustered expression.

“sit tight and see, sweet girl,” he promises finally, his breath hot at the shell of your ear. words honey on velvet that makes your thighs clamp together. he catches the movement and snorts, smugly. you’re at his mercy already, and he knows it. you’ll play whatever game he plugs into the console even if you’re at a table full of highly-skilled sorcerers with highly keen senses.

the angel on his shoulder that’s along for the ride to hell because you tell yourself you want to keep him out of trouble.

“but...” you whisper hurriedly, attempting to knock reason into his incredibly thick skull. “the other sorcerers-”

“what about them?” gojo asks innocently, knowing damn well he doesn’t care. then without further warning, he shoves the hem of your dress up until it bunches around your hips. “i’m glad you wore this, baby,” he breathes and you let out a pathetic squeak at the feeling of his cool fingers delving between the warmth of your legs. he brushes a hot trail down the line of your clothed folds until he presses in, a finger forcing the rough lace of your panties into your pussy with a slight burn, dampening them at the center.

the knot in his throat bobs hard as he swallows. a starved man chasing the cocky, godlike feeling that burns in his chest possessively not when he’s on top of the tokyo skytree, but when he’s down here on earth, got his girl fucking dripping by the thought alone of him playing with your pussy in the middle of a restaurant and it’s all for him. no one else can do this to you. even when you question his sanity, you want him so bad.

“alright, sugar,” he murmurs in a saccharine tone, slapping your mound quietly. then he snaps his fingers right in front of your face like he’s impatient. “you know the deal here.”

“you- you can’t be serious. gojo?” you lean forward and glance up at him in alarm. sure, you were no stranger to gojo fucking you in risky locations but this? he can’t really think he’ll get away with fucking you on his fingers under a table surrounded by other sorcerers. he lifts up one side of his sunglasses to meet you alarmed stare, a snowy brow quirking up through his fringe and you immediately know that yes, he is serious and also yes, he intends to surely fucking get away with it.

and you, his accomplice, his shitty voice of reason, you want him to be serious.

nervous energy and hot need coils in your lower belly. fists bunched atop the table as you focus too hard on glancing around the table and attempting to appear normal while the feeling of gojo’s long fingers petting your clothed pussy clouds your judgement because it feels good. thankfully, no one seems to pay much attention to you as most of the sorcerers are delighted at a night off and are already deep into their cups, unbothered by drinking in front of the bosses. across from your seat, mei-mei has ijichi pink as fresh salmon. further down, shoko is engaged in a conversation with utahime and ino, the two ladies frowning at every bad baseball joke he cracks. even nanami is monotoning a bored discussion with nitta akari. wrapped up in their own worlds of free drinks, no one remembers you or gojo exists—

until a hostess greets you both, loud and enthusiastic and ready to take your orders. “have you decided on your choice of dinner for tonight, ma’am and sir?” a professional, slightly nervous voice asks, nearly startling you out of your skin. a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

“yo! yeah, actually,” gojo greets enthusiastically with a two-fingered salute, not missing a beat. he taps his nail against the embroidered menu resting on the table, bringing the hostess’s flustered attention to him. “i know just what i want..”

“i want to sample all of your aphrodisiacs.”

three actions. three actions carried out by two completely different women: girlfriend and hostess both choke on their spit. girlfriend and hostess both blush furiously. girlfriend, though— girlfriend chokes on a helpless moan because gojo punctuates his smarmy request with a nasty pinch to your clit.

he grins, ridiculously pleased with himself after. “as for the lady’s decision...” he urges, a double-edged sword.

you know he isn’t fucking asking you about your dinner tastes.

“we’ll share, won’t we, gojo?” you mimic the cloying sweetness of his voice earlier, but behind the façade and below the table, you feel breathless as you give him your decision. before you know it, you’re inching out of your seat. just enough to hook your fingers into the band of your thongs, devastating little white things with a baby blue ribbon that matches the color of gojo’s eyes. wriggling them off your hips as discreetly as possible, down your thighs until they flutter to your ankles. your breath stutters as you bend to lift your black heel and quickly scoop the panties into your hand.

you don’t see it, of course, but gojo’s eyes darken behind the dark void of his sunglasses. “we’ll be sharing,” he concludes with a dazzling smile at the hostess.

“very good, sir. the wait will be short!”

gojo taps your inner thigh, bringing your attention back to him once the hostess departs. his hand is outstretched, palm up. waiting. rolling your eyes, you shove the lace into his hand as rudely as possible. bastard.

“that’s my girl,” he praises under the quiet lull of conversation around the table, grinning as he shifts. you imagine him storing your panties in his pocket like an inventory curse, a dirty fucking souvenir. “you know, these are a cute pair. would you mind if i wore them as a blindfold?”

“i’ll kill you one day, i really will.”

“you think you can?” he hums, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to the shell of your ear. the low of his voice rumbles right against your sensitive skin, straight to your core. “you kill me, who’s gonna let you be a dirty little slut and fuck their fingers like i’m about to? think about it while you spread for me.”

his words have you squirming, a little embarrassed as you feel the bare lips of your cunt brush against the leather cushion of the chair with each subtle shift of your hips. you feel exposed, your skin flushed and an ache in your belly for him that burns hot and desperate. not to mention, when you squeeze your thighs together you can feel the slick sliding between your folds, all for an inconsiderate boyfriend who gets off on fucking you in public.

who takes his time touching you when he knows the two of you could be caught at any moment.

that anyone could drop an item and duck under the table, getting an eyeful of you parting your thighs for gojo fucking satoru, wanton and desperately slutty. see gojo’s long digits dip between your plush thighs, using his thumb and pointer finger to spread your folds, holding them open just to feel your cunt flutter helplessly around nothing.

“s-shut up with that talk, what if someone hears you?!”

“and? you scared?”

he is shameless, and you are not; but you both know your protests are just for show. an act you play right alongside his. that you’re a respected sorcerer who follows the rules and keeps your head obediently down. that you don’t like it when gojo treats you this way, when you love it. love it when he treats you like his own personal little whore that he can pluck and poke like a harp string in front of all of your coworkers because he’s bored at a company birthday party.

“god, you’re so fucking wet already, my baby,” he hisses under his breath, sliding a long finger between your folds to prod at your entrance with the tip. coating his fingers in your slick as he slides them all over your pussy, tongue clicking in reprimand when he accidentally draws a soft whine from the back of your throat. you begin subtle shifts of your hips that grinds your clit right against his palm, right where you need him most. gojo’s fingers may come in second to the stretch of his cock, but you would be lying if you say you don’t beg for them too.

“gojo,” mei-mei’s seductive voice beckons his attention, and you try not to look too startled again. gojo, on the other hand, is the poster model for an ad selling bottles of the art of being unbothered. he lifts a brow at her and she continues, “that special grade curse you were tracking to a condemned apartment building. what happened to it?”

“easy!” he says to mei in his normal, cheerfully annoying voice as he smiles wide, giving nothing away though you know better. he sounds winded under his levity, aroused. “i gave it to the first-years to play with tonight. keep them out of trouble for a while.”

that’s what you call “keeping the kids out of trouble”?

you would scold him if his hand wasn’t between your legs right now. he was notorious for slacking off, giving his weaker assignments to his students— or to you. you watch as mei shoots ijichi a smug look, manicured hand extending as he loses a bet to her. ijichi looks ready to cry as he takes out his wallet and slaps a handful of smooth banknotes into her hand.

“eyes only on me, sweet girl,” gojo commands you in a hushed voice, dipping his head so his sunglasses slide down the attractive slope of his nose. your gaze swivels and locks with stunning azure blue. sparkling summer ocean illuminated by the sun. color a little muted because he’s drowning in the fucking want to paint your cunt white with his cum. he looks so good. an allure in his devastatingly sexy pressed shirt that costs more than the restaurant itself, with four not three buttons propped open. gojo satoru is a man that gets girls into trouble with looks like that and right now, that girl is you.

he gleams a dirty, wolfish smile and your last defense is gone.

“m-make it quick,” you squeak out, sinking into your chair a little more, opening your legs a little more.

his grin widens, delighted. “depends on how fast you cum,” he shrugs as if this is a normal everyday conversation about pesky curses, as he drags slick through your folds to get them nice and wet. making an accidental swipe against your clit that makes you stutter out a shaky breath.

“satoru, don’t- don’t tease. you know i can’t…” you choke, a little too loud. oops.

“hm? what do you need? drink?” he asks casually, voice at its normal and steady level. enjoying the fuck out of toying with your patience, your sanity.

“what’s wrong? is she feeling sick?” the concerned voice of nitta pipes up from directly across you, concern written on her kind face. bless her heart.

“oh, i’m fin-” you bite off with a yelp because gojo chooses that exact moment to pinch your outer lip hard.

“her stomach is feeling a little upset,” he coos apologetically with a smile, rolling his eyes behind his glasses like you’re an annoying child ruining his night. “the wine at this restaurant is far too cheap for her expensive palate. isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

you nod rapidly, like a bobblehead. “lucky for you, i know a remedy,” he sighs, exasperated. reaching forward to lift a crisp glass of “where the dreams have no end” circa 1987. to his lips. sweet chardonnay. alcohol doesn’t suit gojo and for a second you think he’s simply wetting his own throat, watching in confusion as your boyfriend swishes a swig of wine from one cheek to the other, around the front of his teeth and to the back of his throat. mixing it good with the saliva in his own mouth. then he slips a finger under your chin, tilting your head up gently. leaning down to capture your lips. somewhere, you hear nitta gasp in scandal, but oh...

gojo’s kisses aren’t sweet, they’re consuming. the way he kisses is too hungry, too desperate for the public eye. burning the desire in your belly to a boiling point.

he pries your lips apart, and you want to moan against his lips as his tongue slips inside; still balancing the wine in his mouth as he devours you in the kiss. eyes wide as saucers when gojo finally spits into your mouth, a rush of warmth filling your mouth disguised as a sensual kiss. in the back of your mind, it’s disgusting, it’s embarrassing as he dribbles the warm wine onto your tongue, the burst of fruit and the distinct taste of gojo’s own flavor hitting your tastebuds, making you whimper quietly before swallowing it down, like a good girl.

when he pulls away, you have to stop yourself from chasing his kiss or smacking him or both.

“see, nitta-san? all better!” he cheers with a big smile, thumb stuck in the air as he turns a few curious heads.

“i... i’m glad you’re feeling better,” nitta chokes out, the poor manager in shock. but you don’t feel better. your cheeks are burning up. aroused so much that your thighs are clamped tight around gojo’s unmoving hand, that your nipples are peaked painfully against the satin fabric of your mini dress. you wonder if it amuses him to embarrass you. if this was his cruel plan all along— sweet talk you into letting him fuck you under the table, only to tease you until you’re on the brink of tears. to humiliate you in front of all your peers.

“shh, i got you. you’re so good for me. gonna take care of you,” he reads your body language, maybe even your mind- finally, finally taking pity on your poor dripping cunt. you want to sob in relief as his middle finger shifts through wet, rubbing soft circles against your clit, instant pleasure pooling low in your belly to swarm a warm buzz down to your thighs.

“oh...” you whisper out in bliss, using all of your willpower to remain calm. to not make any noise and keep your expression clear. to not alert anyone to the six eyed sorcerer rubbing your clit sore with the rough pad of his finger.

it’s relief and torture; those slow, tight jerks against the little nub of nerve endings has you throbbing, but you want more. for him to take you home. sit on the edge of his bed, his legs spread as he talks you out of your clothes for the night. you want his tongue, swirling against yours as his cock fucks you brutal on the expensive, cool sheets in his penthouse.

above the table, gojo’s fist is curled in a white grip to restrain himself. the sound of your little hitched breaths, of you squirming around his hand so cutely is enough to drive him insane. below, his fingers stroke down your sloppy folds before stopping at your entrance. drooling wet as you flutter around emptiness. he wastes no more time sheathing himself, fucking his fingers in slow to the third knuckle, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat at the feeling of your pussy eagerly sucking him in.

your hands scramble for the edge of your chair, gripping it until the skin pulls taut. you want to wail, breath lodged tight in your throat. teeth clenched behind your sealed lips at the slight burn of gojo suddenly stretching your opening with two thick fingers. hot pressure between your hips as you press your hips down, greedy.

“shit- you’re so fucking tight, sweet girl,” he mutters, curving his fingers along the pink of your walls on the pull out just to hear your adorable little whine, dragging out raw pleasure in a slow rhythm of fucking that no one is wiser to. his hand barely moves, his arm does not flex— he even cracks a joke or two at the expense of nanami and ijichi— but you can feel the violence behind the pounding of his fingers, compensating for the fact that he can’t fuck you proper like you deserve. settling for rough jerks of his ridiculously long digits as he pulses in and out of sensitive nerves.

your hips rut against his hand in a desperate grind, forcing your clit to be rubbed raw with the sticky heel of his palm. the feeling is driving you insane, your toes curling against your shoes as you feel a familiar tingle, knot forming much too fast in your lower belly.

gojo’s fingers hit just right and you tremble, a rough fingerfuck under the table throwing you towards an orgasm that will cleave you, the table, and his entire fucking hand into two. an end of life, death by embarrassment because your orgasms are never quiet and he’s been teasing you for too long, your body a coil ready to snap.

he eases a third finger in, pressing deep, and you choke. the stretch of his fingers rub along your puffy walls, nudging right against that gummy patch of tissue that makes your eyes watery, your hips jolting as you bite down on your tongue until you taste blood, a whimper escaping you as you rock your hips raw against the cup of his hand. hot puffs of air leave your lips as you pant quietly, your eyes lidded as they dart around the table dazedly. looking for what, you don’t know. someone that’s watching and will make you stop. someone with their phone out, capturing the memory. someone that will liberate you from the heavy push of gojo’s strong fingers fucking your walls to a throb.

unfortunately, your wish is granted. there in your peripheral, you catch a pair of green-tinted goggles fixated on the side of your head.

how did you miss that?

you turn your head and freeze as you’re met with the owner of those green goggles. your eyes blinking rapidly before digging sharp nails into gojo’s arm, horrified.

you were caught. caught, caught, caught.

there is no surprise written on nanami kento’s handsome face. there is no disgust. his expression betrays nothing, actually. but his back is ramrod straight in his chair as he stares down into your face. the lighting in the restaurant is so poor that you hold onto foolish hope like a lifeline, that nanami doesn’t know what’s going on, but then gojo curls all three fingers on the hard drag out, forcing nanami to be witness to your eyes rolling shut in pleasure. to hear the soft cry of your whine, quiet and desperate as gojo fucks between your wet thighs. your leg jerks so hard it knocks against the khaki-colored slacks of the ex-salaryman.

“g- gojo... gojo!” you whisper urgently when he doesn’t stop, your nails still digging into his arm ruthlessly. “nanami-”

“can see you,” gojo finishes your sentence, nodding gravely but otherwise: un-fucking-bothered. “what about him?”

his fingers never stop fucking the knot in your lower belly towards bursting. he presses his palm to your throbbing clit, and you moan a little too loud. it feels so fucking good you want to pass out.

“g-gojo, stop.”

“at least not be so fucking loud?” nanami hisses to you both, ears beet red and a sneer on his lips. his fingers grip a pair of chopsticks so hard the wood is splintering. “i can hear-”

“you hear her little pussy swallowing my fingers up, nanami?” gojo purrs, your thighs squeezing tight around his hand at the dirty lilt to his words, your cunt clenching around the thick stretch of his fingers until it makes you sore.

“don’t drag me into this,” nanami snarls quietly, sucking in a sharp intake of breath. in your years of being a jujutsu sorcerer and working alongside the man, you have never seen nanami kento unraveled. even in the face of the most dangerous curses, he kept his unwavering cool. but faced with the slick sound of gojo’s long digits curling in and out of your pussy, hearing the soft gasps you fight not to make right next to him as you subtly fuck yourself up and down on his fingers, nanami kento is very fucking unraveled. “you need to stop, gojo.”

“why, you gonna tell the birthday boy on us? you don’t have it in you,” gojo taunts, a nasty edge to his voice as he smirks at nanami, sky blue eyes gleaming with malice over the top of his sunglasses. he presses his hand between your folds, circling the ball of his palm hard against your sensitive clit once more.

“tell me why i shouldn’t. this is highly inappropriate. people are trying to eat, satoru-”

“because she’s close. you know, it never takes long. she’s so sensitive. i can barely get my cock in before she’s cumming around me at home,” gojo explains matter-of-factly, leaning forward to meet nanami eye-to-eye over the top of your head. you would be mortified at him revealing that information normally. using you as an object to play with, to get under nanami’s skin. but you’re desperate now, too busy chasing the tremble in your thighs and coiling in your belly to care. “bet you wish it was you. i know about your little crush.”

nanami doesn’t rise to the bait, of course, but his eyes still haven’t left your face. the restaurant opening its maw and swallowing you whole wouldn’t be too bad because this entire thing is so fucking weird and suffocatingly fucking hot this close to your inevitable orgasm.

“s-satoru, help- i’m going to-”

gojo waits until the last, earth-shattering second. edging you nastily and ruining your orgasm right in front of your fucking colleague who watches it all like his own personal collection of filthy porn. gojo’s fingers cease inside of you and you want to cry— reminding your half-fried out brain that you’ll never play one of his games again for as long as you live.

“shh, sweet girl, be patient,” gojo coos sweetly, slipping his fingers out to pet your swollen clit in a slow, teasing circle that doesn’t give you enough friction. you hate him. you hate the slick that dribbles from your cunt onto your seat cushion when he pulls out even more. “if you were quiet, nanami wouldn’t have found out.”

“it’s not my fault-”

“isn’t it?” he croons, and then he clicks his tongue. “well, na-na-min? can my girl cum? look at her.”

you hate gojo satoru. you hate gojo satoru so much that your hate manifests into love. sweat sticks the back of your dress to your body in the middle of the restaurant, at a table full of inebriated sorcerers (a small mercy), your thighs are trembling, your cunt throbbing with need for him and he’s asking another man if you can fucking cum. becoming a villain and attempting to rip his life to shreds has never been so close on your horizon as it is right now.

“you’re sick,” nanami answers, ripping his gaze away from the two fucking freaks sitting next to him. he can’t believe this shit. this is precisely why he never goes out on weekends. but he also can’t believe how worked up he is, neck blotchy— cock half-hard in a way it has no fucking right to be behind gojo satoru’s girl. the chopsticks in his hand snap into sharp splints, a symbolism of his waning sanity. he’ll have to ask for a new pair when the food is delivered. or a job transfer far, far away.

but your next sentence stops him dead, making nanami choke on his breath, hand flying to his throat to loosen his tie.

“p-puh- please, kento-san,” you whine, pleading softly, only to him. the 7:3 sorcerer whips his head around, back to the couple next to him.

gojo is smirking because he has two players now and you— god, sweet little you, caught in gojo’s dark web. eyes shiny with unshed tears and desperate to cum around your boyfriend’s impossibly long fingers. and nanami, poor nanami, holding the power to end your suffering. nanami knows if he says no, gojo is cruel enough to hold the orgasm over your head the entire night because he’s fucking sick in the head like that. one word. two or three if he chooses and he can help a damsel in distress because that’s what jujutsu sorcerers are supposed to do. then he can go back to his night and pretend none of this ever happened.

for his sanity, he wets his lips and speaks up:

“be a good girl and cum for us, now.”

well, where did that come from? his voice came out more ruined than he intended to.

neither one of you care, but especially not you. not when gojo chuckles, plunging his fingers deep without warning, three of them stuffing your cunt wide as he intends on ruining you with the violent fuck of his fingers. “come on, baby, you heard the man. cum all over my fingers. let go, let me feel it-”

it doesn’t take long. sweet and forbidden, building slow in your belly until it’s the only thing you can feel. gojo fucks that spot knuckle deep, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit just right. you sink in your chair and forget how to breathe because it’s right there. too many nerves. lusted weight of two pairs of eyes, precision locked on your body, your expressions, your cunt.

summer blue and coffee brown.

“wait, gojo- gojo, i can’t. i can’t-”

“didn’t you want to? want to show nanami how you look when you’re creamin’ all over me? come here, sweet girl. cum for me.” he whispers hotly into your ear, just loud enough for the extra witness on your left side to hear as well. for him to hear the sloppy squelching of your greedy pussy swallowing him up.

biting your lip, feeling it split beneath the gnash of your teeth. you turn your head and hide your sweaty face against gojo’s arm as both men watch, breath tight in their chests as your body winds tight and suddenly snaps. pent up and released after gojo’s relentless teasing. cumming full and raw, forced out of you so violently it hurts. gojo lets you ride it out on his fingers, cooing in your ringing ears, letting you cling to him and commenting on how fucking messy your cunt feels as it squeezes his fingers numb.

and nanami... nanami is wondering how the hell he allowed himself to become involved in this shit, but he lets you grip his thigh until he actually feels the bones shift underneath your strong ass hold, wondering how your cunt would feel squeezing around him. how you would scream for him.

when your vision clears, there is no hiding the tremors and jolts as your pussy throbs in the aftermath. your head feels dazed, causing you to barely register the flurry of your surroundings. boisterous laughter flows around your table, the sorcerers thoroughly enjoying themselves as they drunkenly sing an off-key rendition of the happy birthday song. you almost miss the hostesses decorating the entire table with colorful, artful displays of sushi and other various dishes. and of course, gojo’s ridiculously huge aphrodisiac platter, as if he needs it.

nanami pries your fingers off of his thigh, flexing his leg before he turns back to his food with his new pair of chopsticks, wondering what the fuck kind of line he just crossed.

what you don’t miss is gojo gently removing the stretch of his fingers, smearing wet on your trembling thighs, leaving you sore and empty.

“oh my god...” you whisper to yourself, dazed and confused and so satisfied.

gojo tugs the hem of your dress down, covering your thighs and the evidence of your messy orgasm. he presses his lips softly to your temple, kissing your damp forehead. “you should really keep your dress down in public, dirty girl.” chuckling, he shamelessly slips his glistening fingers into his mouth one by one. tonguing his fingers clean of your slick.

oh, god.

remembering you probably traumatized your coworker, you peek at nanami out of the corner of your eye. if you want to be able to ever face the sorcerer again during work, you’d better find a way to eke out an apology. but what could you say? sorry i made you watch me cum on my boyfriend’s fingers? don’t report me to hr? does jujutsu headquarters even have an hr department? “n-nanami-san, about-”

“don’t apologize to him with your words, sweet girl,” gojo smirks at you, all cat that got the last bit of cream in the bowl. you watch him as he suddenly pushes back in his chair, standing up and yawning as if he’s tired— a terrible act. “apologize with your pussy.”

you can’t look at nanami, you can’t wrap your head the weight of what your boyfriend is implying, but you stand up, your clit beating in a steady throb and your heart in your throat as you take gojo’s outstretched hand. “comin’, nanamin?” gojo doesn’t look back as he shoots the invitation at the younger man. then you two make your way out of the restaurant without goodbye.

back at the table, nanami isn’t at war with himself behind the proposition. in fact, he is calmer than he’s ever been in a fight. “sick fucking freaks,” he sneers to the retreating backs of you and gojo, sucking in a breath that feels like inhaling sharp needles.

and then, he takes out his wallet to throw down a generous tip for the hostess before he bids a polite bow to the table. most definitely not following you and gojo out of the restaurant.

he just really wants that fucking apology.

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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jjk boys with a chubby s/o

not sfw, minors dni! fem reader implied

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito, naoya, choso <—- ♡

♡ Gojo has always been traditionally handsome; he’s always had people turn their head to look at him, especially when his eyes are uncovered. But he likes what he likes, and what he likes is you: how soft you feel against him, how cute you two look together - lean muscle and soft curves. How your hands feel when you hold them.

He buys you whatever you want, and if you walk into a boutique that looks at you funny he’ll walk right the fuck back out. If you say you want something but you’re unsure how you’ll look in it, Gojo’s already buying it and shrugging off that if you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it.

Has a sweet tooth; his absolute favourite place to be, then, is drinking up the sweet slick from between your thighs and wearing your soft plush as earmuffs. He’s strong and he can toss you around no matter how much you weigh, but nothing quite compares to feeling your weight on his shoulders as he makes you come on his tongue, over and over and over again.

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is reserved about how much he adores your body, but not as reserved as he’d like to be. You can often see the glint of his eyes behind glasses as his gaze slides over your soft thighs and the pudge of your upper arms, the curve of your tummy - and if you notice he loosens his tie, swallows . . . well, he blames it on how it’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?

He loves you being in bed next to him. Nothing beats sinking into your soft, warm embrace after he’s spent the day in overtime - resting his head on your chest, sighing as he runs his fingertips over your silky skin. He’s built like a brick wall, and there’s something so soothing and calming about having your malleable body against his.

His favourite thing about you is how cute and round your cheeks look when you’ve got your mouth wrapped around his cock - he has to stop himself pinching them, as he stares at the glossy circle of your lips about his shaft. He’s the kind of man who likes being in control anyway, and seeing you on your knees gets him going . . . but fuck, your face when you’re sucking him off really does it for him.

- ♡ -

♡ Geto raised two girls and he’s used to reassuring people about body hang-ups - but when you have them, there’s a little flare of anger in the bottom of his stomach that anybody could ever make you feel inferior or like you’re not the most beautiful person in the world. He can’t get enough of your body. He can’t get enough of your frame pressed against his, of how domestic and soft you look wrapped up in his bedsheets.

His weakness is your thighs. If you wear a pair of shorts, or a short skirt, or god forbid thigh high stockings . . . He really can’t control himself. He can’t not want to touch you and dig his fingers in hard enough to bruise. He can’t not drag you to the nearest quiet, out of the way place and fuck your thighs - and at night, you’ll always find them littered with bitemarks. He just can’t get enough of them.

- ♡ -

♡ Toji doesn’t seem like he’d be very good with your fears about yourself, but he really is. For all of his tough guy act, inside he’s surprisingly soft where somebody he cares about is concerned. So he’ll fight if someone’s rude to you, he’ll reassure you that you look gorgeous before the two of you go out - and sometimes slyly suggest that you wear something shorter, or tighter, or more low-cut.

He touches you in public all the time becuase he wants people to know that you belong to him. He’ll full-on grind against you, squeezing your ass and your thighs and any part of you he can get to, palming your skin through whatever you’re wearing in delight at how soft you are and how easily you yield to him.

And yes, he fucking loves it when you sit on his face. He’s not a coward. He’s one of the ‘it’s not gonna kill me, darlin’, but if it did it’d be a damn good way to go’ brigade.

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna hates it when you’re down on yourself. You’re his favoured little human pet, and that you’d dare to insinuate he doesn’t have exquisite taste? He’ll make you stand in front of a mirror and stare at yourself whilst all four of his hands and arms explore every inch of your body and he murmurs right into your ear all of the things he loves about you. The curve of your hips, the fullness of your thighs, your chest, your softness, your everything, one clawed hand holding your chin so you look yourself in the eye.

Feeds you by hand only the sweetest and most tender morsels. Adores you sat in his lap, so everyone knows that you’re his. Adores mindlessly touching and groping you like you’re stress relief, and he has four hands to do exactly that with.

He doesn’t have a favourite part of you because all of you is small compared to his massive bulk so he sees you as a whole rather than parts, but he loves watching you bounce on his two cocks; he loves the light jiggle of your stomach, the way your chest bounces, the way you look a little sweaty and breathless - and most of all, he loves knowing that he’s the cause of it.

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito thinks you are so fucking cute. He doesn’t have the human hang-ups about beauty and weight, so all he sees is the person who he wants to be with - curves and softness and roundness and all. He sees how soft your skin is and how pliable and pliant you are when he tugs you around, and he can’t get enough of touching you everywhere with every part of him. You’re bitten and sucked and kissed and licked, Mahito pressing his cheek against you, rubbing up against you and all in all getting as much of his fill as possible.

He loves your ass. He loves having you on your hands and knees and spanking you to watch how the flesh reacts; he loves watching his cock disappear between your legs. He loves the shape of you, and how he can curl himself over you so all of your body is pressed against all of his. He loves, too, how much of a canvas of skin you have for him to come all over.

- ♡ -

♡ Naoya is staring at your hips and thighs from the moment he meets you, and it doesn’t let up. This is a man who buys you clothes a little too small so he can see straps dig into plump shoulders, cling to all of the places you curve, and devour your body in them. He’s another who’ll fight if someone disrespects you; being rude to you is tantamount to being rude to him, and that’s unacceptable.

His hands are on you all of the time, but usually on your hips - he likes you by his side, ostensibly so he can keep an eye on you but really so that he can have his hands all over you. You’re often steered around by those hands on your hips - it’s a wonder you don’t have permanent bruises in the shape of the curl of his fingers.

It’s even more of a wonder considering how tightly he clings onto them when he fucks you, your love handles making the absolute perfect way for him to steady himself as he fucks you for the fourth time that night. You know. Just to make sure you’re absolutely full of his come.

- ♡ -

♡ Choso is embarrassed by how he finds himself staring at you - the curves of your body in your clothes, the plump thighs and soft arms and rounded stomach. He’s embarrassed by the flush of heat that goes through him when you bite your lip or you stretch and your shirt shows your tummy, or when you brush against him and you’re so soft he thinks he’s walked into a cloud for a moment.

He tries so hard to describe how much he adores your body to you, but he doesn’t have the words beyond softly mumbling about how pretty you are and how he can’t keep his eyes off of you. He falls asleep on your thighs. He thinks your embrace is the most comfortable place in the world--

And in bed, he touches every single inch of you with his fingers and his kisses, no matter how long it takes, mumbling reverently about how perfect you are and how he could touch you forever.

- ♡ -

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #mahito x reader #naoya x reader #choso x reader #not sfw text #chubby reader posting #fem reader implied #jjk posting #jjk headcanons

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seasaltmemories · 3 years

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Top 5 episodes of Revolutionary Girl Utena.

5) "Qualifications of a Duelist" (23)

This was the episode where the show really began to grip me, not that the rest was bad, but Mikage's fate is such an important piece of the show thematically, even though it doesn't really affect the plot, not to mention, Anthy really only now drops her guard with that green-lit sleeping scene, upon rewatch it really only gets better as the parallels between Mikage and Utena are made more clear

4) "The One to Revolutionize the World" (37)

One of the most tense calms, before the storm, seeing Utena, Juri, Miki, and Nanami bond as normal teenagers for once is almost healing in its heartwarmingness, we get so many iconic utenanthy scenes, the letter ripping, the cantarella, the suicide attempt, watching the stars after Utena's date, the pacing is a little choppy bc we miss some context, but otherwise it really cements everything we need to know about them before our finale

3) "Wakaba Flourishing" (20)

Wakaba is already a pretty great side character, but aside from just the pain it is having to watch her struggle with her self-esteem, the fact Utena refuses to draw a sword on her (and the unique beautiful animation that follows), Anthy's insistence that Utena get the sword, hinting at some genuine care, the pretty blatant hint that Anthy and Mikage are working together to some extent, and getting to see Saionji in a different light, learning not only is he a violent sexist creep, but a coward who really has no morals of his own and will simply adapt to whatever system promises him the most power, great stuff

2) "The Rose Signet" (34)

Anthy's backstory alone would be a hell of a selling point, but seeing not only how it gets twisted by the patriarchy in the present day but also that Utena's core desire has always been to help another lonely little girl, just tears me to shreds

1) "Someday, We Will Shine Together" (39)

Not only is this the climax, but so many elements of the show that make RGU what it is are key here, without this exact ending it would be such a different beast, and what we get is so masterfully done, the backstab, the gate turning into a coffin, the handhold, Utena disappearing and Anthy setting out on her own, it is the best kinda of bittersweet that looks the entire system dead in the eye and says, "I love her more than I fear you,"

#seasalt talks #thanks for the ask!!#revolutionary girl utena #I feel like I have pretty simple tastes/my utenanthy vision stands out

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nanami-simp · 3 years

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Highschool NanaGo, angst (?)

Sunlight filters in through the giant windows and Kento watches, entranced as they bounce off Gojo's white hair which made it seem like it had it's own glow. Like a halo. Ethereal.

Gojo, his senpai who currently had his head on his desk, one hand propping him up slightly as the other lazily swirled the lollipop in stick around his mouth was looking out quietly. It was one of the few moments of peace.

It was lunch break so it wasn't really a surprise to see Gojo visit in class. He knew the man did it because he was the only one in class now. It was pity.

But he appreciated the company nonetheless.

He's even taking to making a bento for both of them, the lunch box for today already emptied and put away.

Eating lunch together is almost a ritual now.

That is whenever Gojo was actually in Tokyo. Most days, he still ate alone.

"Gojo-senpai?" He says, breaking the unsual silence but his voice sounds almost far off.

"Hmm?" Gojo turns and their eyes meet, making his heart race. Like it always does. Traitorous.

The younger sorcerer never wished for Gojo to wear his glasses more.

"Have.. have you been in love before?"

There's a split second of confusion before Gojo's lips curl into a smile and he feels arms thrown around his shoulders. Gojo's face is suddenly really close to him.

"Oh? Why that question Nanamin? You like someone? Is it someone I know? Tell me, I'll help you with them!"

And Nanami doesn't know what he's thinking. Or maybe he's not thinking at all because the word that fall out are,

"That someone is you senpai."

He can feel Gojo's surprise, his jaw slacked, lollipop stick now hanging loosely over his glossy lips as he stared at Nanami who was slowly starting to flush under the gaze. Hands unwind from his shoulders and Gojo moves away, obviously still in shock.

He's never seen Gojo dumbfounded for words but here they were. And it immediately makes him backtrack. Heart in his throat.

"I shouldn't have said that." He murmured, getting up and feeling his face heat up, turning red, "I'm sorry. I clearly... I misread the situation. I.. I'll go."

And with that, he's sprinting off, barely hearing what Gojo was starting to say. The blood rushing to his head drowns it out.

He didn't want more pity anyway.

How stupid could he have been? Saying something like that. Of course Gojo didn't have feelings for him.He should've taken all the teasing at face value. Gojo had always been a flirt.

Besides. He knew better. Gojo's heart always belonged to someone else.

Tears sting at his eyes and his vision blurs as he gets out of the building.

His legs lead him to the pond hidden among the big bushes of Jujutsu High.

And he hides there. Like the coward he knows he is.

All he does is run away.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami kento #gojo satoru #75 #nanago #nanami x gojo #jjk gojo #ahh. this was supposed to be a short writing #but i got carried away and wrote this whole thing #i even have an idea of a Gojo perspective #i Will get to that one day #but yeah #i got the big sad today #so i wrote this #this was supposed to be a cute little dialogue #anyways. i love them #rambles

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smallblip · 3 years

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hello, what are your fave ships from jjk? love your fics sm<33

Eeeeeeeeeek💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 thank you

My first jjk question! (Hold on I’m freaking out)

Here’s the list:

Itadori x Fushiguro. Excuse me this is my favourite trope- the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one? Perfect. 11/10. Exceeds all reasonable expectations. The gaze softening and the “I don’t want to let him die” (“your personal feelings?”) “yes. Please do something about it.” AAAAH! Fushiguro thinking Itadori is just- impossibly kind and wanting him to be just a little more selfish, but loving him for that exact reason? Itadori telling him it’s okay, it’s okay, everything is going to be okay… Shy teenage lover boys who have big crushes on each other, but life is just a little too complex to really acknowledge that love. Because Itadori might die and that possibility looms over the both of them and it keeps Fushiguro up some nights because he knows he’s already fallen for him and it’s just- he’ll be inevitably and irrevocably broken. STOP😭

Nanami x Gojo. Need I say more? Again! Contrasting personalities! I HATE YOU, but I’ll see you at our wedding in an hour yeah? I DON’T RESPECT YOU, but I’ll fling myself at danger to protect you. God. Please. These men. The death of me. Also makes for really funny dialogue? Also I love the stupid trope where one character annoys the other endlessly, just- for fun? Like Gojo mercilessly teasing Nanami and flirting with him and being physical, and one day, Nanami just- realises he likes Gojo? And Gojo’s like wait what? What the fuck? This wasn’t supposed to happen? And he’s forced to confront his own feelings too?😭

Nobara x Maki. Girl. Fucking. Friends. AAAAH! The coolest girls in school are dating and NOBODY IS SAFE! Nobara having the biggest crush on girl boss senpai Maki Zenin, and just straight up *telling* her because she’s got no time to waste on this mortal coil and she momma raised no coward! Nobara helping Maki live a little, to not take things so seriously, to just be frivolous once in a while and absolutely love it? 😭 the tenderness that follows from two seemingly strong girls with a to. Of childhood trauma? Okay… Them teasing the boys and needling them? Yup… together they’re so powerful.

#eeeek you made my day anon!#also I’m sorry I know I have a ton of asks I haven’t been keeping up with but I’m trying!!!#jjkask #jjk #inbox #anon #shipbox

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a-student-out-of-time · 3 years

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Let’s go kick Mr Sham’s ass!

Hello, Motherfucker.

Wh-who the hell are you?

What? Weren’t you expecting us?

Nanami!

That’s him! That’s Storm!

Oh, good! Glad we found him so soon.

You...

Your stupid game’s over. You’re outnumbered and outmatched. Give up, and maybe the worst you’ll get is an asskicking.

Then again, I think some of us aren’t feeling that generous.

...

Wh-who are you...?

Are you alright?

Y-Yeah, but...

It’s okay, we can talk later. Make sure those people are okay.

Didn’t I tell you, Storm? Nobody on this island is gonna die.

Please, let’s just put an end to this already. We can all make it out of this in one piece.

You expect me to just go back to prison? Not happening.

Besides, I’m not done yet. I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, and your backup’s not enough.

We’ve got plenty of people to deal with your robots.

…Okay. So maybe you’re here, maybe your friends blew a hole in my defenses, but this is far from over.

Yeah, I bet your backers or whoever is ready for this too. Is that why they came in with that sub?

…Sub? What sub?

You’re not in any position to play dumb right now, I hope you know that.

You love doing the villain monologues, right? So just tell us, who did you contact!? Who’s on their way here?! We saw them on the sonar, there’s no point trying to pretend now!

What are you even...?

Oh. Is this supposed to be a trick? I get it.

Wait...do you really not know?

At this point, I know I can’t rely on anyone but myself. Your stupid tricks aren’t gonna work.

*BANG!*

*He fires off a shot and makes a break for it*

*The bullet narrowly misses Chiaki*

That one’s still good though, I’ll give you that!

Get back here, you coward!

*They chase after him, but the hall he ran down is blocked off by a solid metal bulkhead*

Dammit! We almost had him!

#danganronpa #sdra2 #super danganronpa another 2 #sdr2 #danganronpa 2 #drbb #danganronpa blowback #sora #chiaki nanami #kana ise #hibiki otonokoji #harumi nanami #tenmei nanami #maverick storm #a student out of time #DR #The Puppetmaster arc #Anonymous

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not-delicious-milk · 3 years

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yo I'm gonna be a coward. I've read fan fiction since middle school, and during that time I've read some truly cursed things. I personally have tried to avoid reading mentor/student relationships cause they squik me the f out. But I've always been more treat the immortals like they are their apparent physical age for shipping. So people trying to lewd the pre pubescent with the excuse that they're immortal are obviously full of shit. pt 1.

pt.2 but shipping like Rukia/ Ichigo is fine cause they're the same apparent physical age and act with about the same lvl of maturity. While shipping him with Yoruichi would be sketch. So full disclosure I don't ship Sukuna and Megumi, I don't really see them having chemistry, and no one has written anything good enough to change my mind. But it doesn't freak me out like Megumi and Gojo. Would you be willing to write why you don't consider the vampire rule to apply here?

i’m not completely familiar with the vampire rule, but i would assume you mean that apparent age trumps actual age when it lines up with mental and emotional development?

personally, i’m not a huge fan of that train of thought -- i agree that it’s important to consider mental age when it comes to immortals or very, very old entities, but actual age is still important. and that’s because of the whole reason why big age gaps are fucked up, i.e an imbalance of power that can easily be exploited. adults have more experience, influence, and physical maturity than children or teens do, which they can leverage to groom or abuse a younger partner. as much as i will admit to not hating twilight that much (breaking dawn made me want to give myself a lobotomy though) and honestly sort of liking the trope of “human girl in love with an ancient supernatural being” or any variants of that, there’s an important distinction that needs to be made with it so it’s not awful.

the answer has little to do with mental age. it has to do with power dynamics.

for a vampire romance (which i’m just going to use as a general term for these sorts of relationships) it is absolutely necessary for there to be some caveat in place to prevent the supernatural party from just taking advantage of the mortal one. usually we don’t even think about that when reading or watching vampire romances, because how could such a charming creature of the night stoop so low?

but it’s important to note that vampires, in gothic literature, existed to fulfill a very specific role. the repressed victorians loved incorporating taboo subjects into their stories, for the steamy scenes i guess, but couldn’t easily do so within the confines of proper literature. one of those taboo subjects was r*pe, which they both found very hot in a forbidden sort of way and longed to explore in their writing without societal backlash, and if you cast an eye upon dracula or carmilla it’s quite easy to guess where those subjects ended up.

so, for a proper vampire romance, it can’t just end in a straight up kidnapping or taking by force, both because that would be narratively uninteresting and morally corrupt. sometimes there’s a supernatural reason for it, like a protection that the mortal party has to prevent the immortal one from abusing their powers. for example, bella in twilight is immune to telepathy and later develops a shield power against all vampire powers, preventing edward from being able to take advantage of her or invade her privacy any more than he was already doing, fuck you stephanie meyer. sometimes the mortal party has a power of their own that, while relatively useless in situations where the immortal one can swoop in and save them dramatically, is very useful against said immortal party for whatever reason. for example, kagome’s status as the reincarnation of the priestess migoriko would theoretically prevent inuyasha from harming her; in a more explicit example, nanami from kamisama kiss holds absolute divine control over tomoe and could order him to stop if ever he tried anything she didn’t like. although there’s an age gap in those stories, it doesn’t feel like it, not just because of the immortal party’s mental age but because of their inability to take advantage of said gap.

can you see where this is going?

megumi/gojo is absolutely foul -- there’s the grooming aspect, the fact gojo knew megumi when he was five and practically raised him as a father, and the implicit power imbalance of a teacher/student relationship. there’s no question as to why it’s so repulsive to think about.

megumi/sukuna is equally repulsive, but really only when it exists in fan works. in the canon, sukuna doesn’t have the opportunity to so much as interact with megumi most of the time, let alone take advantage of him, and yuuji would stop that before it ever happened. it feels like a classic vampire romance because the power imbalance should, theoretically, be nerfed by outside circumstances. of course this isn’t the case in any sukufushi fanworks, because it would obviously be boring for sukuna to respect megumi’s boundaries and also to not date a fucking 15 year old from inside the body of another 15 year old, jesus christ. in sukufushi fanworks, which as i’ve stated is the only place sukufushi even exists, there is always something cancelling out the restraints placed on sukuna’s power, whether it be that he has his own body, takes advantage of “enchain”, is able to take control of yuuji’s body on his own, yuuji lets him out for whatever reason, it doesn’t matter.

there’s always something like that because sukufushi doesn’t exist as a vampire romance, it exists as something more like tentacle p*rn.

that’s not a sentence i ever thought i’d write, but i think it makes sense? it’s not supposed to be an actual relationship, it’s more like wish fulfillment for people with degradation and pain kinks. in sukufushi fan works, sukuna wields absolute power over megumi and takes full advantage of the age gap and power gap between them. just like how tentacle p*rn strips away the right to refuse in the face of absolute alien power and a language barrier that keeps consent from being withdrawn, sukufushi strips away megumi’s right to refuse in the face of absolute curse power and sukuna’s inability to take “no” for an answer. this is why all explicit sukufushi fics end with megumi being r*ped or nearly r*ped.

please don’t ask me how i know all of this. sometimes good fanfics have sukufushi scenes in them and i have to like, scroll past the paragraphs really fast to get back to the plot. it’s just that omnipresent.

in other words, megumi/gojo is more grounded in “reality” (not the reality of a functional teacher/student relationship, but the reality of a 28 year old man really being 28 years old) and absent of vampire romance justifications for the age gap. it feels gross because it is and also because there’s no reason why it shouldn’t be.

megumi/sukuna doesn’t feel that way at first, especially if you mainly see sort of canon compliant shipping of it. it’s really common and also never commented on when people joke about sukuna having a “crush” on megumi based on his lines of dialogue when he says he’s curious about him or whatnot. that obeys vampire romance rules, so it doesn’t feel weird. sukuna really doesn’t want to kill or harm megumi because he’s important to his plans later, so that’s out. yuuji would never let sukuna touch megumi with a 10 foot pole either, so that’s out. really their only interactions are hypothetical, besides that one time in shibuya, and even then literally nothing happened. sukuna didn’t want his pawn to break yet, that’s all. even when people overanalyze it they can’t really get any farther than “looks like someone’s got a crush on fushigurooooo” because that’s the farthest it can go.

if you start looking into sukufushi fanart or fanfics, which is about 95% of the content for sukufushi anyway because again, it’s not supported by the canon at all, vampire romance is replaced unceremoniously by tentacle p*rn. which is why i hate it so much.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

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valuehope · 3 years

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👑 + Chiaki Nanami,,,,,,,

@casecmplx // send me 👑 + and the name of a character you think i should write

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

COMMENTARY (bc i'm too much of a coward for a sample):

CHIAKI MY BELOVED??? fr she's definitely one of my favorite sdr2 characters, i love the quiet and spacey/can come off as a little weird but also really sweet and caring vibe, and if you can't already tell i love grabbing characters who help hold groups together. she also has?? a lot of potential in my opinion like i feel like it would be kinda fun to figure out what my own canon divergencies ( bc if i did she would definitely be canon div lmao, probably pulling a bit from both sdr2 and dr3 but still ) would be and how to fit it into the storyline

overall i feel like out of any sdr2 characters she IS one of the more likely ones i could pull off so iF PEOPLE WANNA SEE...

#(honestly i feel like my biggest problem would be I Don't Play Enough Games SDHGJDSK)#(BUT SHE??? GOOD????)#🍀 [ i would bet my life none of these inanimate objects are the culprit ] → ooc #casecmplx #🍀 [ all i have going for me is the desire to keep moving forward ] → answered

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magioftheseas · 4 years

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The Hinata/Kamukura Files - Recent Patients’ Thoughts

Written for @the-hinata-project

Day 6: Heterochromia/Hope Arc Hinata/Kamukura -or- Boats/BBQ/Friendship

Rating: PG

Warnings: There’s some references to past despair but it’s mild.

Notes: I was going to do all the sdr2 kids but decided to stop with all the ones who died in the simulation. The survivors will get their day tomorrow. For now, I didn’t want this one significantly longer than the others. It’s still pretty long though. It’s really hard to write in all the different voices but I did my best and I hope this counts for something.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

Commission? Donate?

It’s funny, for a boy who thought nothing of himself to mean the world to everyone else. You don’t believe me? I’m not terribly good at words, so I’ll pass on the torch in this case.

Hinata Hajime is someone who I suppose I envied. A person who accepted himself even after desiring to be someone else for so long.

“It’s because what I have is more precious than talent,” he said. When he had supposedly been chasing talent all his life.

I envied that—perhaps I also sensed it. He’s definitely a person that can be trusted in spite of his mysteries. His identity not quite being as set in stone as it should be.

I understand that, likely better than anyone. That’s why I—well.

It’s why we are friends, I suppose.

Hinata-kun’s perfect and delectable in many, many ways! Fine personality, fine face, finer a—

Cough. Cough. It seems I’ve been struck.

More seriously I suppose, Hinata-kun is a kind and adorable sort of person. He’s been through a lot but he’s still innocent. He’s someone that I’m sure Mama would adore me bringing back home.

He’s rough around the edges, but as sweet and homely as red bean paste. Truly wonderful.

Hinata’s super unreliable, but he’s motivated and considerate if nothing else. It’s honestly a little embarrassing to praise the guy, but... I do remember a bit more about him.

He was classmates with Satou. And even Kuzuryuu’s sister. I heard—that he was friends with her. With that sister. And yet, I remember Satou mentioning that he’s not the worst offhandedly when I had asked back then. I hear he blames himself for what happened. Back then.

It makes me so angry I want to cry. I’m still fighting off the urge to tell him off! But, the realization that he saw an entirely different side to that conflict—I’ve been thinking about that.

I don’t hate him. I like him a lot, actually. He’s described my photographs in a way that warmed my heart.

He may be unreliable, but I still have places I need to improve, too. So, I think the two of us are fine as long as we keep trying.

We don’t have much of a relationship but it goes without saying that I’m aware he’s a kind person. He’s close to someone I—care very much about, as well.

Truth be told, I’ve been drawn as of late to that other presence. The one called Kamukura Izuru. Someone who is very different and yet very similar to myself.

It is not very often I wonder what would have happened to myself if I was never taken in by the Kuzuryuu family. I sincerely do not believe it would have been a normal life regardless. Even now the idea of seeing myself as normal is incomprehensible.

“It is how you lived,” Kamukura would say oh so dully.

“We’re all struggling to be normal,” Hinata would hurriedly add, smile strained.

And both are true, aren’t they? I am aware—that both of them are right.

And I am grateful for many reasons that go beyond expected.

They’re both wimps and cowards, but that’s why they need to be protected. That’s what I definitely think—even though I definitely want to mess with them until they keel.

Hinata-nii in particular is still so easy to mess with. Kamukura-nii is less so, but that just makes me more determined. It’s a welcome distraction from all the bullshit we deal with beyond ourselves.

...

We really shouldn’t be alive, y’know? We’ve done way too many fucked up shit to ever make up for it, so I don’t even see the point. But, because of those two, we’re all here anyway. Because of those two, the others are trying to live. Mahiru-nee and all those idiots—even...her.

That might count for something. It might not. I don’t know. I don’t really care.

I’m too stubborn to fall behind at this point. And I might struggle, and I might have to bite the hands that get offered to me by Hinata-nii, but I—

I think we’ll manage somehow, even after we inevitably fall back down.

The person you are takes a lot to nurture and blossom, you know?! Hajime-chan has made that much clear! He’s always struggling, sometimes his arms are all wobbly like noodles! And yet, he keeps on beating that drum I got him!

We’re all struggling but making noise—and I think the louder, the prouder!

There are still days where we scream our hearts out, even to the point it blows out our throats. It’s a good thing, then, that Izuru-chan has the talents to deal with that. Him and—even Mikan-chan can help a lot. We’ve all gotten really good at supporting each other!

But, I’m also sure a day will come when we go our separate ways. It’s heartbreaking, maybe even despairing, but despite that, I won’t be alone even when on my own.

It’s fun—how we’re all so different and yet glued together by our experiences. And we have Hajime-chan to thank for that, don’t we?

It’s, um, difficult to figure out the words to say. And it’s also so...so difficult to get on your own feet. I still struggle a lot more than I probably should. It’s hard. Even now I have to remind myself where I am—who I’ve become with everything that happened.

It’s horrible, but—I still miss her. I miss Nanami-san too, of course, but—it’s horrible that I miss a terrible person, too.

“It is expected,” Kamukura-san had said. “Regardless of the circumstances, your feelings had ran deep.”

“You’re not a bad person, Tsumiki,” Hinata-san reassured me. Hinata-san reassured me, and Kamukura-san had nodded as well—even though they both hated her so much. Even though they couldn’t understand at all.

They really were so...so kind...

It’s so...difficult but...it’s worth living for.

It’s important to live and work hard every day, despite the failures along the way.

That’s always been clear but with Hinata, it’s been even clearer.

He’s the kind of guy who takes on a lot—a real athlete, even discounting Kamukura’s obvious advantages in strength. Kamukura was supposed to be unmotivated—but like hell I’d allow that!

They both need to work hard! Run until they’re high on fumes! Beginning to end!

But it’s our duty to support them. It’s my duty to guide them, since I’m supposed to be acting as a coach right?!

In the past—I may have let a lot of people down. I may have even pushed them to the brink. I won’t lie, waking up was hell, but training from hell is just par for the course, isn’t it? Gyahaha!

I’ll support them, and they’ll support us in return—we’re all a team after all.

There are few titles befitting of such a being. However, he is and always shall be the singularity. The singularity of our realm who had crawled his way out of an imprisonment of his own design. Someone who voided their existence—only to return.

Something like that could be called almost godly, but Hinata Hajime, the singularity, is as mortal as can be. He is still weak to humanity’s faults. He can be meek. He can be hesitant. He can be cowardly.

However, he still pushed through—and he is ultimately the reason that our world and our own reason was restored. To call that a feat would be inarguable.

There is—much to be grappled with. Even someone such as I can confront difficulty, but there is no greater privilege than to live and live I shall. Death is a mere afterthought—I have already died twice, fufufu.

But, I live again because of him.

For that, I...will not forget.

Ahaha, wait, it’s my turn again? Hasn’t this been dragging on for too long already? I’ve already had my moment before, too.

That doesn’t count? What are you even saying? Someone like me shouldn’t count in the first place.

I chose to die within the simulation. But, so did Kamukura-kun. Hinata-kun also chose to die when he accepted the terms for that wretched project all those years ago.

I suppose it’s only to be expected that we all remain, wretched beings that we are alongside everyone else.

...

It’s because of both of them that we turned out the way we did. I hate them, but I love them, too. I’m not like everyone else, who are all irrevocably kind and appreciative.

There’s still one other ‘victim’ that deserves to speak but she’s no longer here. Expected. But still—unfortunate, I suppose. She was quite cared about.

In her stead, I’ll make sure those two don’t falter. That their future is seized with no chance of escape. It’s not because of my own gratitude. I’m not that selfish.

Hinata-kun...and Kamukura-kun...

I do want to see how you two will shape that future.

It looks bright already.

#thehinataproject2019 #hajime hinata #hinata hajime #izuru kamukura #kamukura izuru #because it's all the kids who 'died' in sdr2 there's #way too many to tag #I was going to include the survivors too but it just got so long so we're sticking with the ones that had to be woken up #sorry #I still hope you enjoy because this was probably the hardest one to write for obvious reasons lol #Magi Fics

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captain-jinguji · 5 years

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I need more of you (Hijirikawa Masato x Reader)

I need more of you: (Masato Hijirikawa x reader)

Key:

(H/L) - hair length

(H/C)- hair color

(E/C)- eye color

(Y/N)- your name

Words: 1,361

There you were, sitting in the living room of the Shining Agency where you had been residing ever since you became the composer for Quartet Night. You were just another artist trying to make it, just like Nanami and Tomochika, whom you've worked both with several times. When Quartet Night was looking for a new composer, (god knows what happened to the old one) you immediately send in your application. Shining immediately took a liking to you and asked you when you could start right after your interview, reasoning with “there’s no time to lose” after he saw your shocked face. When the others asked why there was a new person walking around the halls, you got a little shy and hid behind Quartet Night's most cheeriest, Reiji, who, oddly enough, gave you a huge confidence boost. Everyone soon became friends with you, and you and Nanami grew even closer than any other of the members. You guys always got along, ever since your first encounter and it was nice to have someone to confide in when life gets you down.

But you stood out to one person especially. And that was Masato Hijirikawa. The most socially awkward boy in town. He didn't know what it was. Was it the way your (H/L) (H/C) hair complemented your facial features? The way you looked in your gym shorts and oversized hoodie when you took a Daily morning run at exactly 5:30 am? The way you laughed Every Time his mom side got to him and he did NOT put up with any of Ren's bull? The warmth of your body against his every time you gave him a friendly-not-so-friendly hug after he got back to the agency from a tour? The way you loved teaching him about this thing called “memes”? (Masato doesn't do memes, no one will tell me different) The way you never gave up on him? Always believed in him? Maybe it was the late night talks you two shared about his childhood with Ren and how he missed the bond him and the strawberry-blond shared? Or maybe it's the fact that you're way too unattainable for him and that you----

“You're doing it again, Masato,” Ren interfered his thoughts, a playful smirk evident in his voice. He wasn't oblivious to Masato's little crush on you and at this point, anyone blind could notice him sneaking not-so-sneaky glances at you and always being by your side.

“What?” Masato snapped back to reality, raising an eyebrow at the blond-head who took a seat beside him at the kitchen counter.

“You're daydreaming about (Y/N) again. Just ask her out already"

“What? I can't just do that! Things like that have to be taken under careful consideration, Jinguji, you can't just ask a girl out. Besides, what would she do with a grandpa like me?” Masato's voice dropped to a whisper the further he got on with his sentence. He never thought highly of himself, not in his youth and not even after he became famous.

“Masato, you're amazing, you're very talented, you got a nice body, not to forget that booty, like seriously I'm jealous, it's almost better than mine” Ren argued, laughing a little when she saw Masato’s flustered face from his little comment, “and you got a personality to die for. Everyone can see you like her and quite frankly, we're starting to think that this whole staring and daydreaming is becoming creepy and annoying. Just make a move, tiger!”

“You don't understand Jinguji, she's… she's like da vinci's Mona lisa, or a beautiful flower field, filled with tulips and daisies and wisteria and passion flowers, waving in the soft spring breeze. She's driving me insane and she doesn't even know it. I know I need to act on my feelings. I need her, need more of her. Not just friends, Jinguji, and if I don't act soon, I know someone else will take her. But by God, I don't know how to tell her without making things awkward. She deserves more than the world, but who am I? I'm Masato Hijirikawa, hiding behind behind, barely fitting into this generation with my traditional views. My style is not even that of today's grandpa's. I have no clue what I'm doing Jinguji, I'm too overwhelmed with these feelings and I'm too much of coward to ever tell her that she is the only thing that gives me light in the mess of this world”

“I think you just did” you spoke up from behind the Masato’s seat, causing him to almost fall out of his seat and die of a heart attack. “And maybe you're more than just a traditional old grandpa to this gal” you said, winking at him and pointing a thumb at yourself, “because maybe, just maybe, you mean just as much to her and she's been dying for you to say that.”

Ren grinned and silently left the kitchen, getting the others because he knew what was about to happen would be good and they wouldn't want to miss this.

“(Y/N)-- I'm so sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable or weirded out or--- wait did you just hear all of that? Oh my gosh I'm so sorry. That was never meant to come out that way I---...” He babbled on and you had to cut him off before this poor smol bean died of an anxiety attack. “Masa, calm down. You didn't make me feel uncomfortable, matter of fact, you just made me the happiest I've been in a while” you spoke, smiling widely at him, “my crush just openly admitted he's got a crush on me and I seriously hope he's going to act on his feelings” you spoke, inching closer to the blue-head with every word you spoke until you stood right in front of STARISH's grandpa.

“So I take it you don't hate me? (Y/N)..I've liked you for a while now. Dear God, maybe ever since I first saw you when you became Quartet Night's composer, and then you decide to become my friend, I couldn't believe you'd hang out with someone as boring as me. We got so close and you even risk your beauty sleep to go on a morning run. I always thought you were crazy and that I was crazy for being up at such an our too--”

“Jesus just get on with this, grandpa, we don't have all day to wait for this overdue romance to 'spread its wings and take of’” Ren interrupted, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

That made Masa jump in shock and look at his fellow teammate, but he recovered and cleared his throat “right, uhm… I guess what I'm trying to say is, you're amazing, and I completely understand if you don't want to ruin this friendship or you don't return my feelings but I really like you and I need us to be more than just friends, I need more of you, on the daily, with me, just in my life, so will you----”

You didn't let him finish his sentence, smiling and rolling your (E/C) eyes as you stood on your tiptoes, holding onto the blue head's broad (and surprisingly very muscular) shoulders to plant a sweet, long overdue, kiss on his soft lips. It took Masato a second to respond but he kissed back, smiling into it as his arms wrapped you in a protective embrace.

“I take that as a yes,” he commented after you pulled apart.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you laughed and pulled him into another much needed kiss.

Ren threw his hands in the air along with the rest of the team “finally!” He shouted as they turned around and went back to their original morning spots, with Ren going back to his room and mumbling something about “grandpa's these days, taking forever on everything” and “you better wrap it before you tap it, Masayan!”

#UtaNoPrinceSama #starish #quartet night #masato hijirikawa #ren jinguji

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cheesytoucans · 7 years

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Can I like just gush about Bloom into You’s Yuu as a protagonist. Like the way that she defies the archetypal yuri manga protag is so refreshing and I love her character so much. She’s this lonely, intense, uncomfortable kid who frowns more than she smiles. She’s intelligent and quick to catch on but she’s also tired and angry at the world. In the beginning it almost seems like she’s going to be the standard protag for yuri manga, naive and strung along by the story’s narrative and romance without any agency in the things that are going on. You could say the same thing about Nanami too, she seems like she’s going to be the standard love interest, calm, cool, collected, too easily dominates and takes what isn’t hers without asking. Slowly though we get the sense that none of that is true at all. Nanami is scared and nervous and doesn’t know how to act half the time, Yuu even calls her a coward, and that she only got this far through constant hard work. Yuu is confused and angry and can’t figure out her feelings and their misunderstandings and their need to get close to one another without truly understanding why and without hurting each other feels real and palatable. It really isn’t fair, none of it is fair.

Honestly you could say that about more then just our main characters. Sayaka almost gets set up as the jealous friend, someone who will do nothing but cause problems for the romance of the main 2 but Sayaka is nothing like that. She loves Nanami yes but she cares about her well being before that. She knows it’s going to hurt, she knows this isn’t fair but she wants what’s best for Nanami anyway. At the same time she’s mad, it isn’t fair, none of it is fair. When she sees that Yuu might potentially stop Nanami from doing something that she says she wants to do she goes as far as to say that there’s no need for Yuu to worry about her “She already has me” In a way though Sayaka doesn’t understand and maybe that’s the real problem. Yuu knows that Nanami desperately wants to take over for her sister, she wants to be the kind of person that she used to be, but she also knows that she’s forcing herself. This brings Yuu to confront Nanami about it, thinking that if she’s in love with her then she’ll have to listen to her. Nanami completely refuses her however, tells her that she’s going to do that play whether she likes it or not. Nanami would rather die then be told to “be herself.” There’s a huge conflict here of self worth and the way that you perceive yourself based on what others perceive and want you to be.

Nanami desperately wants to be loved, at the same time she hates love. “Love is a violent word.” To Nanami it only serves to bind her to things that are gone and that she cannot reach, to things that cannot understand. She doesn’t even understand herself so how could she understand why someone loves her, or why someone does not. She doesn’t want Yuu to fall in love with her, she doesn’t want Yuu to be bound to her when she doesn’t even know what she would be bound to. So they continue to dance around each other, getting close only to back away again, afraid to truly open up and admit what they’re thinking. While at the same time they need and rely on each other for emotional support and comfort. It’s a character relation that dense and full of subtext and emotion. Their sexual tension only grows with every moment that they spend alone. The air always feels heavy with something when only the 2 of them are on the page. It’s a constant push and pull with them and it’s not fair in the least but they just cant stop.

#where did this come from #I dunno #I was thinking about it #and it happened #bloom into you

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theautismarcana · 7 years

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Oh my god okay so this is like, the worst rarepair I could possibly ask for, but could you do asanami(asahina/nanami) they are so cute I swear

No worries! That's actually a pretty cute ship! (Sorry if this took so long to get done (//▽//) )Aoi wandered through the aisles of the game store, looking for the game that her brother wouldn’t shut up about wanting. What was its name again? The Tale of Zale? The Epic of Zolga? Whatever it was, Aoi hoped it wasn’t already sold out. While scanning an aisle of games, she finally spotted the game Yuta wanted. “There it is,” She thought, “The Legend of Zelda”. Aoi felt her heart swell with joy when she saw it. She reached for the box, but didn’t notice that another girl’s hand touched the box at the same time. When the two girls looked at each other, Aoi saw fire in the other girl’s rosy eyes. A chill raced down her spine as she realized this could’ve ended up in a fight if she wasn’t careful. Then again, Aoi didn’t want to let Yuta down, so she couldn’t take the coward’s way out. Aoi took her hand of the box, and made her trembling mouth into a smile.“Look, miss, I know you really want this game…” Aoi began, “But me and my brother really want the game as well, so...we’ll have to settle on a compromise.”“But I really want the game...everyone’s been pressuring me into playing it. They say, ‘play it, Nanami!’ ‘You’ll love it, Nanami!’...” Nanami raised her arms above her head, and then pointed them at Aoi in a very bizarre way, like a supervillain from one of those superhero shows Aoi watches. “So as the Gamer Queen of Crown Plaza, I will not lose! ...I think.”“Nanami, we don’t have to fight!” Aoi tried not to control her laughter at the girl’s ridiculous pose. She took the box off the aisle, and she saw there were extra copies behind it. “See, Nanami? We can both get Zelda. That way, the only competition we’ll be having is who can finish it first.”“Oh.” Nanami said, her determined Gamer Queen persona melting away as soon as she held the box in her hands. “Thank you, miss…” She said, as she hugged the box.“Aoi. Asahina Aoi. And you’re welcome, Nanami.”“Thank you, miss Asahina...say, we should meet again sometime. Perhaps you can come down to Crown Plaza?”“Sure, if I ever get free time between all the sports clubs I’m on, hahaha…” Coming to think of it, Nanami must’ve been a super good gamer to earn the title of Gamer Queen. Aoi would certainly be no match for her, but meeting her at Crown Plaza made it worth it!As Aoi jogged home, she kept thinking about Nanami and how cute she was. She imagined that after handing Yuta his game, he would tell her, “Thanks, but what took you so long?” And all Aoi would say was, “A nice girl gave me bonus time.”

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jolteonjordansh · 7 years

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Thoughts on Kurata Arc

We got a doozy, guys. I have no idea how to start this other than oh God. Lots of changes to talk about, lots of characters, and lots of opinions. But in one sentence: Digimon Savers did but also didn’t go in some of the directions I expected it to and I’m kind of blindsided by it.

Let’s deal with this below the break.

I can’t believe how many risks Digimon Savers took in a single arc that it could have screwed up so easily. I was so ready to get so irritated with this series if they screwed up so many specific and particular things, but they managed to nail it in a way that made things work miraculously.

So there's a second opening in this arc! Digimon has never done a second opening before, but it's a Koji Wada opening! And I'm so torn because both the first opening and this one, Hirari, are super catchy and great. Seriously, I don't think I can pick between the two. But regardless, go listen to Hirari. Any Koji Wada song is worth your time.

Anyway, I'm ready to tear Kurata apart, but let me try to keep some order in this post. I do like how this series goes between the Digital World and Real World, but it's not as convenient as it was in Digimon Adventure 02 and there is some danger to it. This is especially an issue when Kurata destroys the DATS headquarters and the only Digital Gate the cast had there. Thankfully, there is a Digital Gate in the leftover basement of Keenan's parents. Naturally, they're against seeing Keenan go to the Digital World with the rest of the cast after finally seeing him again, but they eventually agree to let him go. Unfortunately like Adventure 02, this show felt the need to do a set of comedy antagonists. While I do think Arukinemon and Mummymon had some merit and humor, Savers' comedy trio... doesn't quite catch my interest.

Kouki, Nanami and Ivan are examples of people Kurata takes advantage of, and I can say I like that much of their characters. Nanami is vain and wanted more in her life and knowledge, and Ivan worked with Kurata to get money for his siblings. But this is about as much depth as they get. Nanami is mostly fanservice with boob jiggle physics, and Ivan is a really annoying comic relief character who wants to bone every girl he sees. There's also Kouki, who basically serves as Marcus' rival in that they both want to punch the shit out of each other, but that's it. There's no reason for him to offer himself for Kurata's research other than he wants to fight things and feel powerful. I guess you could argue this was part of the reason Marcus joined DATS, but he also joined them to be Agumon's partner, so there is some depth for him. I can't help but admit that these three being humans fused with Digimon is actually Frontier done right to an extent. Silly nonetheless, but there's some sick cruelty behind it that characterizes it as part of Kurata's insanity and sadist nature. If not Frontier done better, it certainly feels like a Take That to Digimon Frontier. The trio of dumb does prove to be strong adversaries if anything, supposedly killing Richard as the main cast escapes to the Digital World, but I don't think Richard's dead yet. I just don't think he would die that easily and to such loser characters. Plus, they can't get rid of my adorable Kudamon that Digivolves to this badass!

The main three characters also manage to achieve Mega level almost simultaneously. They have to train with BanchoLeomon who I know is going to die too, and this somehow fixes their Digivices after breaking them from a sudden surge of power in their last fight with the trio of dumb. I do appreciate how Marcus' achievement to Digivolution to Mega with Agumon was done since he fought hard the entire time in BanchoLeomon's dojo, but Thomas and Yoshino's felt sort of sudden. Hell, Yoshino didn't even fight the wooden dolls that BanchoLeomon had. They just made it work. I'm glad they do all achieve Mega level at least, but I will agree what does bother me a little bit is that the development of characters doesn't quite feel balanced. It's not to a point that it ruins any of the characters, but I do feel the lack of balance. You can really feel this for Keenan and Falcomon a bit in this arc, who don't achieve Mega level until the very end of the arc because they leave to do their own things in the Digital World and don't get the same experience as the other three. Even then, their excuse to leave was kind of flimsy at best. But again, not enough to ruin any of these characters for me.

I am glad we get to know the mysterious old man more--Homer Yushima. The main group ends up running into him and he does provide a funny supportive role, and his partner Kamemon is a funny partner with his odd shyness. I would classify him as a badass old man, but he doesn't really do anything really kickass. He's just there to be a cool old guy and be quirky. The supporting cast, in general, is pretty good, like Miki and Megumi actually participating (even if they are mostly back-up) and Marcus' mother and sister. There's a couple of Digimon on the "holy capital", ElDoradimon, but most of them really don't mean or do anything and one of them, Baromon, has about as dumb of a death as Seraphimon's in Frontier. But other than the supporting cast, some big changes happen in the main cast within this arc, and the writers could have totally screwed this up so easily.

In the midst of the Digital World part of this arc, Thomas gets pointed out ways he may be inferior to Marcus or even similar to him but not as good. This starts to set up the potential rival mini-arc, kind of like with Tai and Matt in Digimon Adventure, and this really started to irk me. I did not want to see Digimon Savers copy this plot point of Digimon Adventure, especially since Marcus and Thomas already had their fight in the beginning of the show and generally recovered from it. It definitely comes across this way, especially when Thomas decides to "join forces" with Kurata and fights Marcus for the sake of his surprise younger sister's health. It really frustrated me, but thankfully Digimon Savers somehow managed to land right on its feet and make this whole elaborate plot that shows just how clever Thomas really is, when initially it made him look really stupid.

The whole thing comes across as Thomas letting his emotions take over his intellect, between his supposed "grudge" against Marcus and his love for his younger sister, but no. Kurata is just a really clever asshole who put Thomas in a terrible position by having a bomb on Relena and having Thomas figure it out, so he knows fighting against Kurata would only end up getting Relena hurt. But he also makes his whole non-existent grudge against Marcus all the more convincing. And it's convincing all the way to the very end, down to Thomas creating a faulty device for Kurata to control Belphemon and to agree to Relena's surgery to do a human to Digimon fusion until the very end and utilizing his actual doctor title. It's here we also see Thomas kind of has an asshole dad because he was neglectful of him and his mother, but still loves Relena. It's still a little confusing and I'm hoping we get some depth on that.

This whole "betrayal" also leads to the inevitable Dark Digivolution of the series, which I had honestly forgotten about because I was becoming so immersed into it. It's all triggered by Marcus' anger towards Thomas for seeming to betray him, and the raw anger of his DigiSoul transforms ShineGreymon to his Dark Digivolution, ShineGreymon Ruin Mode. It actually works really well with the whole theme of the soul in Digimon Savers and Marcus' negative emotions are personified really well into ShineGreymon Ruin Mode, who is overcome with so much of Marcus' negative emotions that he just continues to rampage until he will destroy himself. Marcus is thankfully able to stop this... but at the cost of ShineGreymon reducing to an egg once more. This does lead to a good character arc of Marcus having to understand how to control his raw emotions and deal with the despair of losing Agumon--especially since it's speculated that all Digimon who are reduced to DigiEggs lose their memories. Lucky for Marcus, this doesn't happen, but they do a kind of funny fake-out with it that just fits Marcus' relationship with Agumon. Their reunion is honestly pretty emotional, as silly of moments as it has, and it just really solidifies how much more I like Marcus and his Agumon. Also, the way Marcus carries around the egg towards the final fight is weirdly adorable.

And now, I can finally talk about Kurata. Ho. Ly. Fuck. I hate this guy. Everyone hates this guy. He's the actual definition of a douchebag. No, seriously, if you look it up in the dictionary, you'll see his picture there. He's despicable in every way possible. He's a spineless coward. He takes advantage of people's emotions and fears. He's a liar who claims he's out to do one thing like destroy the Digital World for the safety of the Real World (even though that was wrong to begin with), then he decides "Fuck it, let me rule both worlds!". He kills hundreds of Digimon for their life energy, all to revive one of the Seven Great Demon Lords, Belphemon, without a care in the world for Digimon or even people. Seriously, he's despicable in every way and is just an awful human being. Thankfully Thomas was smart enough to sabotage part of this plan, but ironically Kurata tries to force this to work by transforming himself into data and basically fuses with Belphemon to turn him into the destructive beast he wanted to control. This eventually bites him in the ass as Belphemon's consciousness takes over Kurata's... only for Kurata to come back and create this ugly abomination. Thankfully, he does get his just desserts when he gets exactly what I wanted--Marcus and ShineGreymon punching him straight in the fucking face.

During the fight with Belphemon, Falcomon does get to achieve his Mega level--Ravemon, who's honestly a neat looking bird samurai. On that note, I should talk about the other Mega level Digimon. ShineGreymon is a neat take on the Greymon line, and I think I prefer it over WarGreymon. He's definitely not Gallantmon, but pretty neat. MirageGaogamon is probably my favorite of the Mega levels here, having a sort of knight theme to him, maybe mixed with a ninja theme considering how fast he is. As for Rosemon, she's... well, Rosemon. She's about the same as I would say about Rosemon when watching Digimon Adventure tri. I'll give credit that generally they've avoided doing jiggle physics with her (though they did some with Lotusmon, but Evil is Sexy). There's a couple of bits of fanservice like ass shots, but nowhere near as bad as... Ugh... Fairymon. There's also an advanced form called the Burst Mode, and ShineGreymon manages to achieve ShineGreymon Burst Mode, and it looks even better. Again, it's a really awesome design for the Greymon line. I just hope that the other three Megas get Burst Modes too, but I won't be surprised if they don't necessarily.

Still, the final fight in this arc is so freaking satisfying. Again, Kurata getting his punch to the face was something I was clamoring for since the end of the Worlds Conflict arc. It feels like a truly challenging fight with high stakes, and it's probably my favorite fight in Savers so far. While Kurata's fate isn't made clear in the very end, my mind tells me he's either dead or stuck in limbo in space-time. So either way, he suffers. And that's good. Because Kurata sucks. I can say without a doubt in my mind that he's the worst Digimon villain--not from a writing standpoint, but as a human being. He's the cruelest, most manipulative, jerkish villain I've seen in these series. And if the next arc somehow changes that, I'll be shocked.

This arc overall was really good. Once again, Digimon Savers continues the trend of getting better as it goes just like Digimon Tamers. I don't know how it can get better in 10 episodes, but I'm willing to let Digimon Savers try to convince me if they can execute things as well as they did in this arc where they could have screwed up so easily. It looks like with this whole rip in space-time that's colliding the worlds, traveling between the Real World and Digital World might have more freedom? I'm curious to see how it goes.

But before I can close this out and move on to the last arc of Digimon Savers... Surprise! Digimon Savers has a movie! Ultimate Power! Activate Burst Mode!!. This movie isn't canon, and you should only watch it until after this arc because it spoils ShineGreymon Burst Mode. You may be wondering why I don't have a separate final thoughts post on this movie. Well... That's because this movie kind of sucks. In fact, it's probably the worst Digimon movie of them all. Yes, worse than Hurricane Landing!!/Transcendent Evolution!! after all of the hell I've given that movie. Not to mention, this movie is only a mere 20 minutes long. So yeah, it doesn't deserve its own post.

One of the worst parts of this movie is that the human characters are barely even in this movie. There's just Marcus. No Thomas. No Yoshino. Not even any Keenan or even Falcomon. The movie just focuses on the three main Digimon--Agumon, Gaomon and Lalamon. But even then, Gaomon seems kind of out of character as apparently the humans are trapped in these weird cocoons, but he tells Agumon to give up hope on them ever waking up. Seriously Gaomon? Aren't you the loyal one in this group? Why would you not have faith in Thomas or even try to help him? It just comes off as really out of character.

But then the movie spends five minutes--a quarter of its runtime--on a really clumsy fight scene that doesn't do anything for the "plot" as the three Digimon try to save this little girl. But she's not a little girl! She's actually a Digimon named... Rhythm, and not something like Rhythmmon? Yeah, okay, I get it Digimon. You wanted your loli bait for the movie. Fine. Do whatever Japan. You're just trying to beat around the bush with the "B-B-But she's actually a Digimon!!!!!" excuse like with Fairymon, but whatever. They don't do anything fanservice-y with her at least, but the problem with Rhythm is she’s just... really boring. With the 20 minutes this movie has, they do nothing to really give her a character or give us a reason to care for her other than she got in trouble and the Digimon want to help her. She's just being chased by the Digimon in charge of all of the destruction in this movie, Argomon, for... reasons. They don't really explain. But Argomon's motives to dominate the world is... he's mad at humans for destroying the environment. Oh come the fuck on! A freaking environmental message!? Even the Pokémon Shaymin movie wasn't this transparent about the message! The West always sucked with environmental movies like Ferngully and Once Upon a Forest! Why are you trying this in 2006!?

So yes, this is a dumb movie with a dumb premise, dumb plot, and does nothing interesting. The Digimon are basically just running away constantly being unable to Digivolve due to not having their human partners, making it really boring until Marcus comes in last minute and Digivolves Agumon to ShineGreymon Burst Mode, but that's it. Even main antagonist Argomon is boring because his designs are very reminiscent of Diablomon and he lacks any originality. It's just a bland waste of time. Honestly, this movie has just two redeeming factors.

One is the animation. It's really, really good. Nothing quite as revolutionary and timeless as Our War Game!, but it's still really nice to look at. The fight scenes look great and there's some really fluid animation with nice shading. But what sucks is that it was wasted on this movie and not something better. There aren't any Digivolution animations (though I'm glad they didn't do the shitty cropping from Runaway Locomon), but I gotta say that ShineGreymon and the effects on him just look awesome. I really loved looking at it. But again, it's just a shame this budget was wasted on this. I wish they had just done a special episode with this, but even this movie is basically just a bad episode of the show. It's just bland and a waste of time. The other redeeming factor, which is related to animation, is that this movie has bloopers in the credits oddly enough. It's silly, but it's funny and I like it. I don't see a lot of 2D animated films do bloopers so I can appreciate Digimon doing something fun and lighthearted here. I just wish I didn't find the bloopers better than this whole 20 minute movie. It's just a waste of time, and I can't recommend watching it unless you really like Digimon and want to see some pretty animation.

So yeah, the Kurata arc was great. The Digimon Savers movie sucked. But despite that, I really hope to see that the final arc of Digimon Savers is great and that it makes watching this show all the more worth it. Ten episodes left, let's see how much they can do in that time.

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