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sexlapis · 5 months

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- house decor

꩜ nanami x reader

synopsis: you & nanami go home decor shopping and your methods for choosing furniture are…interesting to say the least.

suggestive, heavy sex implications, crack fic, fluff, gender neutral!reader, nanami & reader are married, reader embarrassing nanami

a/n: inspired by this tiktok video ^_^

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you do not enjoy shopping.

the bustling crowd, the loud, busy atmosphere, the blinding strain of artificial light and constantly moving around on your feet for hours on end when you desired the comfort of your home.

you do not enjoy shopping.

unfortunately for you, your newly wedded husband nanami did and being the good partner you are, you willingly put aside your mild discomfort to make him happy.

it’s so difficult being a good, loving and caring partner for your husband, really.

after shoving all of your previous shopping in the trunk of the car, relief floods you. finally, this day is over. it’s only 4pm and a long, cosy afternoon nap awaits at home.

instead, nanami waits beside the car, holding his hand out for you to hold. “come on. we still have one more place left.”

“what!” you groan. “i thought that was the last one!”

“nu-uh. just this one and we’re all done for the day.”

grumbling, you place your hand in his. nanami smiles softly at you and your frustrations ease just a little.

he drags you along the buzzing car park all the way to a large, furniture store.

furniture, huh?

“oh! furniture shopping!” you gleam, a mischievous glint in your eyes that nanami fails to notice. “i’m okay with this.”

“i think that is the happiest you’ve looked since we left the house.”

“yeah, i can tolerate shopping for furniture. not your five billion candles! also, i get to sit down.

“ah, _____,” nanami sighs fondly, pecking your temple quickly, “you are so lazy…”

you huff, but your attention is grabbed by a two-seater, emerald coloured sofa of velvet material. it looked comfortable and seemed like a good deal.

you glide your hand along the rim of the furniture. “what’d you think of this one, kento?”

“hm..it’s alright.” he replies, walking around the sofa and inspecting it like it needs a good fix. “it’s a little small, though.”

“yeah. yeah, that true,” you say, standing behind the lovely, exquisitely made piece of furniture.

you then place both hands onto the outside back of the sofa, and lean forward, effectively bending over. you shift around, seeing how it feels.

glancing back, you see nanami tilt his head and squint his eyes at you.

“…what are you doing?”

you smirk. “you know, jus’…seeing how it feels,” you grunt, standing back up and dusting your hands off like you did a job well done, “it’s too short for me anyway, it would hurt my hips when we..y’know…”

nanami lifts a brow on his perfect face, waiting for you to elaborate.

but you just turn to the kitchen section, skipping away to see what other pieces of furniture and house decorations you can terrorise.

“this one is nice.” you say to nanami, who followed you all the way even in his confusion, of course.

the kitchen setup was modern and sleek, taking on neutral tones like beige, white and brown.

“yes, i do like this one. i can see myself cooking on here.” nanami replies, referring to the electric oven.

“yeah, yeah..” you speak, opening and closing the kitchen cupboards. “hm.”

“what is it?”

“i dunno,” and then, you’re bending over again, this time over the kitchen counter display. “this area is a bit small too,” you jerk your body exaggeratedly, repeatedly moving forwards and backwards like you were being fucked, almost hitting your head on the cupboard above, “yeah, i don’t-”

“_____!” nanami hisses, face morphing into a incredulous expression as he marches over to you, quickly putting a stop to you act, “what are you doing?”

you look up at him from where you’re bent over. “wh-i’m testing it out. seeing if it’s what we need and whatnot,” you turn back around, still in the same position, “okay, now do a few practice thrusts on me, i need to see if-”

“_____!”

“okay, okay.” you huff, laughing a little. you stand up straight, taking a good look at nanami.

a pink tinge coats his cheeks and nose while he frowns at you, almost pouting.

how cute.

you grin and latch onto his fingers, pulling him along with you. “let’s see the bed section now.”

nanami sighs. this day will be longer than he thought.

you plonk yourself down on the alaskan sized mattress, body bouncing with the bed itself. sprawling out like a starfish, you hum, letting yourself sink into the comfort of the bed.

nanami stands, seemingly unimpressed. “_____, that’s the sixth time you’ve done that.”

“yeah, kento, i need to see if it’s good to lie on after a long day of work or something..” an idea springs to mind and you sit up quickly, “okay, try throwing me on the bed, but not too hard.”

“_____, no-”

“come on! nobody’s around. look.” you were correct, there was hardly anyone in the store at this time, considering it was a thursday and nearing late afternoon. “just indulge me. just this once,” you beam up at him, “please?”

nanami stared down at you. he and you both know that he will give in. he can’t say no to you, really.

nanami rolls his eyes at himself, holding his hands out and beckoning you over. “come here then..”

you spring up, practically running to him and throwing yourself in his arms. “throw me!”

he shakes his head at you, looking around before throwing you onto the bed. you bounce, cackling and smiling widely as you lay on the bed. nanami shakes his head fondly, looking down at your delighted face. “how is it?”

you breathe heavily, making a face. “eh,” you jump off the bed, “too bouncy and too loud.”

“really?” nanami blanks. “you’ve been jumping on this bed for ten minutes and you don’t-”

“ooo, come look at this armchair, kento!” but you’re already off to your next piece of furniture. you kneel down a little, “this one looks comfy.”

“yeah,” huffing, nanami strolls over, “yeah, it’s nice.”

your hand finds nanami’s back and you prompt him forward. “sit on it.”

he gives you a look. “and you won’t do anything ridiculous?”

“nanami.” you look at him pointedly. “sit on it, i wanna see what you think.”

nanami stared at you for second and obeys, walking to the couch and sitting, legs spread and arms resting.

“what’d you think?” you ask, admiring his thick legs and arms as you stalk closer to him.

“yes, it’s comfortable,” nanami stated and shifts a little. he feels the leather material of the armrest, “and good quality i’d say.”

“hmmm.” that’s all that is said before you’re plopping yourself onto his lap.

nanami sputters. “_____, wh-”

“shh, shush, i’m not gonna do anything this time. just wanna see how i feel sitting on your lap in this chair,” you look back at him from where you’re seated, smiling innocently, “yeah?”

nanami’s eyes thin, clearly not believing you and not a fan of displaying such intimate affection so publicly, but he sighs, “alright….”

you nod joyfully, rubbing his knee and turning to look at the layout of this particular living room. a large, black, smart television that nanami would definitely deem unnecessary, a cream, ruffled rug laid out across the floor, a mahogany, oval-shaped coffee table.

“this one’s pretty boring, right?”

nanami runs a hand down his stubble covered jaw. he forgot to shave, but you can’t say you don’t like it. “yeah, the only thing i like is the armchair.”

before he even finishes his sentence, you’re momentarily bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, not even giving nanami time to process what just happened before you stand up, placing your hands on your hips. “yeah, yeah we should definitely get this one. comfy, quiet, nice looking. will fit perfectly into our living room, don’t you think?”

nanami stares at you, still planted on the armchair, unmoving. “i have nothing to say to you. you’re unbelievable.”

you cackle. “do you even know me?”

he mumbles, rising from the seat, adjusting his jeans slightly. you smirk, biting your lip and go to say something teasing, but he stops you, “not. a. word.”

a brand new, comfortable and most importantly, durable, leather armchair sits in your living room by the end of next week.

a/n: i luv when reader is a little tease 🤭🤭🤭

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imjustasimpxd · 3 months

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Shipping the JJK boys with the Disney Princesses

***Okay so I had this done ages ago when this trend was at its all time high, but I never posted it, so here it is now😭😂***

Pairing : Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami

Warnings : Nothing really, mentions of suspected cheating, flirting,❗️low key manga spoilers for Gojo’s contact name LOL ❗️

Summary : Title says it all

Word Count : smau text form

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

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animemensblog · 8 months

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Drunk!Nanami x GN!reader

Drunk!Nanami who was dragged into drinking with Gojo on his birthday, resulting in Nanami accepting too many free drinks. So intoxicated he was tripping over nothing, occasionally bumping into his friend's shoulder.

Drunk!Nanami who talked Gojo's ear off about his deepest and darkest thoughts of you, then was convinced to confidently walk to your home to 'confess' his love.

Drunk!Nanami slammed his fist against your front door, patiently waiting for you to welcome him in. When the piece of wood creaks open, he doesn't waste time and steps inside, pulling you against him and gently kissing your cheek. Moving towards your jaw and neck. "Kento-" you say before you're cut off with a soft groan.

Drunk!Nanami who found himself leaning over you in the middle of your entryway, almost pushing you against the wall. Strong smells of whiskey and fruity drinks stained his breath, his eyes partially open and lips were swollen.

Drunk!Nanami finally pins you against the cold wall as his gentle pecks turned into mostly nibbles and licks. "Nanami, you're drunk" you whisper, making him pull his lips away. "So? I'm the birthday boy" he jokes, a relaxed and very forward Nanami is one you never thought you'd meet.

Drunk!Nanami who awaits an answer, watching your face contort as you think. "Birthday boy or not, you're not in shape for any of that" you giggle. "But, I'm fully aware of-" "I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously with, heh, a tie on your head." You reach up to slip his tan and speckled tie off his sticky forehead, tossing it onto a small table nearby.

Drunk!Nanami who gets interrupted again, this time by a cry of attention from the other side of the door. "Did you guys.. walk here?" You ask, earning a nod. You slip from his grasp and swing the door open to reveal an almost passed out Gojo, singing songs.

Drunk!Nanami who sighs loudly when you invite him in to sleep on the couch, quickly laying a blanket on Gojo as he falls asleep. You turn around to guide Nanami through bedroom, into the attached bathroom.

Drunk!Nanami who closely watches you grab a soft towel and wipe his face off, brushing your fingers through his hair. Then continuing to massage some moisturizer on his face. His eyes shut and hums as his hands land on your waist, keeping you close.

Drunk!Nanami who practically gasps as you pull away the covers and force him into your bed. "Wait, I can go out there with-" "why would you do that? You've always preferred going to bed together" you giggle again, walking over to your side. Turning off the light, you curl up against him, wrapping your arm around his torso.

Drunk!Nanami who tries to understand why you're so comfortable with this and what you mean by 'always preferred', yet in mid-thought falls asleep to your soft breathing.

Drunk!Nanami who forgot he confessed months ago and has already won.

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Making a little series with drunk!characters x gn!reader :) feel free to suggest some characters

Drunk!todoroki- here

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gojogoblin · 2 years

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jjk boys’ favorite body part of yours [pt. II] 18+

part II featuring nanami, sukuna, toge

content: gender neutral!reader, some fluff, some light smut

read pt. I here | pt. III here

nanami | ears

No one ever listened to Nanami. They didn't listen when he warned them it was too cold to go out bar hopping that night, they didn't listen when he complained about the prices of the drinks at the one trying to be classy, and they certainly didn't listen when he pointed you out as they stumbled out onto the curb, drunkenly debating on which bar to hit next. You had been trying to get past the rowdy crowd on your way down the street, and you had those adorable fluffy ear muffs. He'd cried out for his friends to watch it, reaching out instinctively to grab your arm and help you step over the guy who'd tripped and was falling to the ground impressively. He'd apologized profusely and promised they weren't usually like that. You listened.

A year rolled around around and you'd been his for a few months now, and the best part? You listened. You were the only one he fully loosened his tie for, the one he sighed to and cried to and let his guard down for. Even when he didn't have the energy to speak much louder than a whisper. He'd pull you in and let you sit sideways on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and his lips at your ear. He'd whisper that he was so grateful to have you, that he didn't know what he'd do without you. His breath would tickle your ear but you wouldn't laugh because this was serious.... until it wasn't.

Until his hand slid down your side slowly, following the path he knew you liked, pausing just under your rib cage to listen to the way your breath caught in your throat. Down to your hips, your thighs. He'd squeeze them as he whispered, letting his bottom lip drag against your earlobe. You would always lose track of what he said to you- nothing you could repeat in the light of day, though, that was certain. He was always calm and collected about it, but he'd begin to lose himself when he let his lips close around your earlobe, sucking softly because he knew it didn't take much to draw the whimpers from your lips. Romantic, really, even with him bottomed out deep in you, grinding his hips forward and prompting shaking inhales from you each time. His favorite- and yours too- was dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear. Kissing the back of it, and then letting his lips travel to the skin just behind it, almost at your hairline. Ever since the moment he'd found out it was a sensitive area for you, he'd never let it go. Kissing, nipping, sucking- the warmth of his tongue on your skin got you every single damn time and it would never get old.

His favorite time of the year was winter, when he could leave bold hickeys just behind your ear and no one would see them under those cute little ear muffs.

sukuna | thighs

'Oh my god, you're amazing.' Those were the first words he'd ever said to you, though he'd never really stopped saying them. It had been a funny situation, really, and you two still laughed about it to this day. You were just coming back from the store down the road with some snacks for your 'me-time' movie night when you saw a huge dog barreling down the sidewalk right at you. It was some kind of shepherd mix, and you were a little terrified until you heard an out of breath shout from further down from him- 'he's friendly, he just got off his leash!' So you'd done the first thing you could think of, which was drop the bag and crouch, arms held out as if for a hug.

Within seconds, you'd managed to trap the pup between your thighs, standing over him and rubbing his ears as you waited for his owner to catch up. So, it was only natural that what he first noticed about you was your thighs. How strong they were for being able to trap the squirming dog between them to keep him still while he clipped the leash back onto his harness. You'd invited him over that night; that was the first time he worshipped you from between your thighs.

He'd never stopped. He bit them, kissed them, whispered things against them that would scandalize even the boldest of men. His fingers squeezed at the inner bits of flesh, delighting at the bruises that would form almost immediately on the sensitive skin. His favorite thing was when he'd work you with his mouth, drawing desperate moan after moan and breathless gasps from your lips, and you'd tighten your thighs around his head so tightly he wondered if someday it'd burst. What an honorable way to go, really. He'd kiss you and make you promise to wear the pretty little garter he'd bought you under your skirt when you went out with him that night, the same garter he loved pulling all the way down your leg with his teeth. He'd trail his lips all the way back up your leg, leaving shameless marks the whole way.

And when he finished, he would pull out like a gentleman, but there was nothing gentlemanly about the way he'd make a mess on your thighs, groaning as he watched the way it dripped down the abused skin.

toge | lips

Toge had always told himself it was just because he was reading your lips that he stared. It wasn't weird, it wasn't a cause for concern, and it definitely wasn't creepy. And it wasn't like he had to read lips to understand what people were saying, it was just that it helped him focus better. But even watching yours chat idly about your day, he couldn't focus because all he could think about was how nice your chapstick was. He knew it was chapstick and because he'd watched you put it on just minutes ago. You didn't mind it, not really. It was cute, actually, the way he'd blush when you looked to his lips too as if to silently tell him you knew what he was doing. He blushed often, and he hated it, but you loved it.

Even now, after being together for months, he would invite you to lay on the couch with him while you chatted on the phone with your friends, fingers brushing softly across them when you weren't talking, sometimes so softly it tickled. He would kiss the chapstick right off of your lips and laugh when you complained about having to put more on. He, of course, didn't mind watching you purse your lips as you swiped the chapstick on, watch you pop them softly before smiling when you caught him staring again. He even stared when you were upset, still finding you effortlessly beautiful as your lips curled into a frown over something that would often prove to be inconsequential compared to the comfort he gave.

Despite all of this, Toge wasn't shy about his obsession when it came to the bedroom. He'd kiss you until your lips were swollen and trembling, then watch with heavy pants as you wrapped your lips around his fingers. Your eyes were always so innocent. Soft, staring up at you through wet lashes like that as he curled his fingers against your tongue to see you open your mouth wider for him. A long time ago, you'd accidentally bought a pink tinted chapstick and groaned in annoyance. Toge had tucked it away for times like these, where he told you to put it on only so he could see it smeared later. Gasping, choking out poor excuses for his name as he held you by the jaw, thumb swiping over your bottom lip and painting a light pink streak from the corner of your lips to your cheek. He'd end up with some on his teeth too from the way he bit and sucked at your lips until they were tender to the touch.

All of this to say he adored watching your lips when you told him you loved him.

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aveegrex · 2 years

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A SANDWICH?

Or why exactly winning a bet against Nanami feels like he still has an upper hand.

genre: smut prompt pairing: Nanami x gn!reader word count: 0,9k cw: filmed masturbation (m!), confessions, food play

author’s note: I am NOT responsible for this. I wrote it half-asleep and @diaphanoso okayed it so now y’all have it. Whatever :/

You and Nanami have been working together for so long that your relationship progressed past the boundary of an office one.

You not only share lunches, but also dinners sometimes - well, two foodies finding one another in lifeless walls of a lifeless financial firm, what a modern day romance.

So, there’s this little game you two have. A challenge. Every day each of you tries to outdo the other cooking-wise. Every day you and Nanami head to either your or his place and while one is working their magic, another has to wait patiently for said magic to bless their tastebuds.

One day, you surprise him though.

“Bet I can make you hell of a sandwich” you say, munching on his homemade vegan lasagna.

His brows fly up. “A sandwich?”

You swallow, a playful hum indicating your satisfaction with the meal of the day. “Yeah, a sandwich. But-“ you chug lukewarm tea and Nanami winces, still annoyed at your barbaric afterwork habits. “I bet I can make it just like your favorite one, from the bakery. You won’t tell the difference”

He scoffs at that, wiping his hands with a cotton napkin. “You do realise they put some chemicals there to postpone the due date, right? You won’t find it on a shelf in some sto-“

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You’re up?”

He shrugs, tongue gliding over his teeth behind the tomato-stained lips. “I guess. What’s the catch?”

You grin, a chuckle rumbling through your chest. “You’ll owe me one wish. Any wish. However weird or crazy. And vice versa, sure”

“Okay” he grins back, certain of his victory.

Days pass, and a couple of dozens of shared dinners later, when he’s effectively forgotten about the bet, you present him with a package.

“Open up” you smile, devious glimmer blatant in your squinted eyes.

Nanami cocks his brow, turning from the keyboard to face you. He weighs the package in his hands, familiar pleasant heaviness and softness hinting at exactly what’s inside.

Wrapper gone, he ogles at the perfect piece of handiwork, indistinguishable from his guilty pleasure.

“Eat up already, come ooon” you whine, foot tapping at the hardwood in anticipation.

He nods, teeth digging into the crunchy bread nonchalantly, and stills. The taste is exact, just absolutely the same taste he’s had this morning. Identical.

Bemused, he raises his blown wide eyes to you, and you snicker at the silliest face of Nanami Kento the “please keep the noise down” coworker.

“How?” he’s wondering, impartial to the fact that he’s speaking with his mouth full.

“No, no, it’s only magic if you don’t know!”

“But-“ you lean closer to his ear, careful to never let the pre-pension age accountant in the corner hear you. “Now you owe me, Ken”

He nods, intent.

“Now, you owe me a set of nudes because I was dying to know what’s under the shirt of a man so hot I’d fuck his goddamn lunch”

He stills again, mouth slightly ajar to welcome another bite in. Putting the delicacy aside, he simply nods, not finding it in himself to word out anything to such a lewd confession.

After that encounter, you and Nanami stagnated. Too professional nods shared in the hallways, an order for one - for once, - in the nearby cafe, you pondered if you’ve ruined everything you two had going on, a sweet friendship that you threw away to honour your annoying horny.

The chat with him was unusually quiet all weekend, and you were head deep into your notes app, failing to formulate a makeshift apology for your inappropriate request. Words never stuck together right, and you were about to give up for the night, when a loud ping breeched the silence of your room.

Nanami Ken👨‍🦳: a video attachment.

Hands shaky, you open the dialogue too fast for your own good, finger tapping at the video the second it downloaded.

And you gasp. There, in a dim light of what you recognise to be Nanami’s kitchen, stands Nanami himself. Or so you guess, since his face is only there up to the nose.

Also, Nanami is naked.

Your silent room fills with small huffs and tiniest squelching sounds and your eyes blow wide. He’s stroking himself, perfect body flushed and glistening with sheen, his right hand moving characteristically for the deed. There are only glimpses of his dick, but what you manage to catch is impressive to say the least. Appetising.

He’s letting out the shallow moans, lips pressed tight, and you fail to hold your thighs from squeezing, barely restrained sounds of his pleasure exciting your own.

He’s close, and you anticipate to see his lips opening up to wash you over with what you believe will be the best moan of your life, but...

It’s so much fucking more.

Seconds away from climax, he yanks something from out of the frame and blood rushes to your core: a fucking sandwich sits atop of the table. Nanami shifts the camera with a shaky hand and you can see everything now: the full length, his contorted face, and how cum spurts lusciously out of his angry tip, covering up the bread and planting onto the lens in few drops.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Bon appetit, bun”

Cut.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, eat well

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nanamisbbygirl · 2 years

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requests are open right? it’s completely fine if not !! but could u do nanami being really stressed and overwhelmed with work (it could be the office work or jujutsu, whatever u please :)) and he’s just been bottling up his frustration, finally he snaps and takes it out on the (gn!) reader? like he just starts yelling and adding a few untrue things against you (all out of anger, u could leave this part out if u want). but immediately after he regrets it and comforts the reader. i’m sorry if this is long 😭 no rush tho! take ur time, tysm <33

includes: nanami kento x gn! reader

type: drabble (hurt/comfort + fluff)

a/n: omg yes, this is my favourite fanfic trope!! sorry for the late response my love! hope you enjoy!!

for two weeks straight nanami's boss had him working overtime. and he. hated. it. he could hardly strand being stuck in that godforsaken cubical as it was but now it was just too much stress. everyday he'd go home with his aching back and bags forming under his eyes, just for you to take care of him.

he was always so, so grateful to you because of it that, so as he stands before you, anger getting the best of him, he can't even process his thoughts to try and stop himself.

"you know what, y/n i don't really care-- I'm tired enough as it is, can you please just stop talking." nanami snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose.

at the same time, you felt your jaw snap shut, eyes widening at what he had said. still, you didn’t want to let him talk to you like that, especially after you told him you were scared people found you too loud and overbearing. “if you’re so tired why don’t you just go to bed?” you respond, which only lit up another fire inside nanami.

“can’t i just sit on the couch and relax? isn’t it my house too? i’m tired and you know that so why can’t you just let me be? you’re giving me a headache, so just stop bothering me, please.”

there was poison in his tone. he had never talked to you like this before. usually when he has a rough day he mentions it to you, which always leads to you helping him through it. yet, he was vicious which directly stung your heart. you pressed your lips together, feeling something swirl inside your gut as your hands ball up into fists.

you didn’t want to show him that he had gotten the best of you, not trying to bother him anymore with your tears. “fine,” you mumbled before making a b-line for you bedroom.

considering the mood he was in, you didn’t think he was going to enter you bedroom anytime soon, giving you the chance to sink your face into your pillow, letting your stray tears stain it.

just as you thought you would slip into a saddened sleep, there was a faint knocking at your door. you didn’t respond to it, though, trying you best to contain your tears, sniffling and rubbing your bloodshot eyes.

“y/n…” nanami had let himself in, watching as you were curled up on your shared bed. again, you didn’t respond, not even a quiet ‘go away, i’m not in the mood to talk.’

he was drowning in guilt, he shouldn’t have raised his voice, shouldn’t have dismissed you like that. he wanted to apologize but as he crouched by the bedside he knew there wasn’t an excuse for how he treated you.

even as you looked at him, puffy and swollen face, he felt his heart sink. “i’m sorry, my love.” he spoke softly while all you could do was continue to sniffle as any rebuttals remained trapped in your throat.

“i know i hurt your feelings.” he placed his hand gently on your thigh, somewhat expecting you to flinch or reject his touch. yet as you eased into him, it gave him a tad bit more confidence to continue. “i know it’s no excuse but you have no idea how stressed i’ve been. it’s not your fault though, and you can’t imagine how sorry i am to have snapped like that.”

you pouted, “you hurt my feelings a lot.” you were on the verge of tears again, watching him rise and side on the edge of the bed, smoothing his hand up and down your back.

“i know,” he cooed. “i’ll do anything to make it up to you: order in? run you a bath? watch a movie? anything you want”

sitting in silence for a moment, contemplating your options. “a bath sounds nice, but will you come in with me?” with those pleading eyes, there was no way nanami would’ve even considered saying no.

“of course.” he brought the back of your hand up to his mouth, giving it a kiss, “i’ll go now and get it started for us.”

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nkogneatho · 2 years

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— 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝟏𝟐:𝟑𝟑 𝐀𝐌

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 pulling over his car at a park late at night. You just got done with your late night dinner, and were driving back home from the restraunt before this. Confused, you step out of the car and he drags you to a corner.

"Need you baby. You were looking so fucking gorgeous in that dress. Fuck." He starts sucking harshly on your neck. The desperation in his voice only makes you horny. You get on your knees and unzip his pants. He pushes his thumb past your pretty lips, taking in how good you look on your knees palming his dick.

When you take his dick out, he sucks the air with his teeth so harsh. "Feels so fucking good, baby. God. Ah! Love you so so much," he breathes. "Wipe that lipstick and let me paint that pretty lips with cum," is all he says before fucking your throat and cumming all over your mouth.

(I am sorry. I am a horny bitch and I needed to get this out) tagging @megumischubbycheeks @eijirhoe @alfi-ry

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shanksbaby · 1 year

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Hey, saw you were taking request. This is something I like never see, but could you do Nanami with a extroverted reader? Thank you!

yo! love this :D

Nanami Kento

Nanami sometimes wonders how someone as outgoing as you can be with him. After all, you two can't be more different: while he prefers to stay at home in the evening to rest from work, you want to go clubbing in the evening to gain energy. While he is a silent person who doesn't want to make friends, you are always ready for new friendships. While he loves the day to day, you love getting outside of it.

it's you who went out of your way to be his friend. You two met during a mission, he was always silent and you could tell he wanted to finish the job as quickly as possible to get home, while you tried to make him talk by asking random questions \ the ones that crossed your mind.

at first Nanami was very annoyed by the behavior because she wanted to go home, why didn't the other sorcerers understand this? Everyone else seemed to love fighting and doing mission after mission but he just wanted to make money to enjoy a nice retirement after all work is shit. But slowly as he spent time with you he discovered that deep down he didn't hate all those questions.

surprisingly he was the one who invited you on a date, and to be honest he was surprised too. He'd had a few filrts in the past but they didn't last long and then he'd always felt that this job was too dangerous to get attached to anyone.

don't expect many outings as a couple, he prefers a romantic dinner at home. Of course, this doesn't always mean staying at home, on the contrary: for you, he always makes the effort to go out when his energies allow it (there are some days when his energies are consumed by work).

he's afraid you might leave him for someone similar to you, like Gojo for example. When he sees you interact, he feels a sense of jealousy, even if she has never shown it openly, because you have a complicity with Gojo that you don't have with him.

so he tries to keep up with you, to go out with your friends. He knows you care about letting your group of friends know him and he knows how much you care for you to agree: so even if one of your friends may annoy him he will hide it for your happiness.

you, on the other hand, are aware of what your boyfriend is like so you don't force him much, but you try to entice him to go out because you want him to have more friends. Do you think that if it weren't for his closed nature he would have many friends because you have always considered him one of the best people you have ever met.

Nanami is happy to be such a different person from him, also because he brings some movement to his monotonous life (which is work and home, work and home). Observing your outgoing character brings him joy and warmth.

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lxvebun · 2 years

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heart-shaped kisses jjk pt2

request:can you do another version of your heart shaped kisses but now with yuta geto and nanami? Oh and for the masterlists thingy maybe hot chocolate w yuta? Take your time!

buns notes: YES I CAN! thank you for requesting angel I hope you like it! And thank you for your suggestion

content Yuta/Nanami/Geto x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing. Pre established consent for waking up by being kissed. Use of nickname angel. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes! Not entirely proofread.

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🥀Yuta

Yuta has this sweet habit of always asking you for permission and your consent before any kisses. It doesn’t matter if it’s a kiss on your lips or just a small peck on your cheek, he always wants to be sure you’re okay with it. He'll cup your face in his hands, smoothing his thumbs over your cheeks, and ask, "Can I kiss you, angel?" and only start leaning in after you say yes. His kisses are precious; they are so soft and sweet, and they never fail to make you feel warm and loved. They make you feel like everything is going to be okay and that as long as he’s here with you, there is nothing to worry about.

If you say no to his kisses that's completely fine as well of course! Instead of pulling you in for a kiss, he’ll pull you in for a warm comforting hug and thank you for being honest with him

🥀Nanami

You do get kisses from him frequently, he's always pulling you in for a quick kiss before he leaves, or kissing the back of your hand as you fall asleep. So kisses do happen often, but yours and his favorite ones are the ones on calm Sunday mornings, when neither of you have to work and you can sleep in as much as you want. At least until you feel soft, delicate kisses being pressed to the back of your hand, trailing up your arm, and onto your neck and cheek, before increasing in number and intensity because you are taking too long to wake up and he misses your pretty eyes. You're already awake half of the time, but you enjoy the kisses so much that you keep your eyes shut just a little longer. He knows that so if you’re still refusing to open your eyes he will take more drastic measures and start blowing raspberries into the skin of your neck or waist until you open them. In most cases, this results in both of you having giggle fits, pushing and pulling each other, and chucking your pillows at him every now and then. He adores these mornings and they will be memories he will treasure forever

🥀geto

He’s a romantic at heart and never does anything half-assed, that includes the affection he shows to you. He will make sure you always feel loved and cared for and always make sure his kisses leave you breathless. Geto's kisses are always full of love and passion; they never fail to wake the butterflies in your tummy and leave shivers down your spine. Even with quick goodbye kisses, they are still warm and sweet and leave you cursing the fact that he has to leave. Your favorite kisses have to be his goodnight kisses. He usually stays up a little longer than you do, but when you turn in for the night he is always there to hold you until you fall asleep. He likes to carry you to bed and tuck you in as well. sometimes, on nights it's extra cold, he will gently lay you on the bed and then just roll you over into the blanket until you start to resemble a marshmallow. It’s all out of love, can't have his precious angel cold now, can we?. Then, after tucking you in, he kisses your forehead gently, drops another kiss on both of your cheeks, then one on your nose, and finally one on your lips, and softly whispers goodnight after breaking the kiss. He holds you in his arms until you fall asleep, watching over you and silently promising to you and himself to keep you safe forever

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

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jeanette-luminia · 2 years

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𝐍𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭.

Summary : It was rare for Nanami to be in a bar, let one drink his stress away in a bar, he usually drinks in his house where he can go straight to bed after drinking too much. But this time, it’s different, you invited him, maybe i'll spark something both of you have been longing.

Pairing : Nanami Kento x GN!reader.

Genre : Fluff a smidge of angst.

Warning/s : Drinking, alcohol, nothing serious.

Word Count : 1.4k.

Prompt : “I don’t want you to go on a date with —” “Why? Do you like —?” “No, you idiot! I like you!”

a/n : Inspired by this audio on tiktok.

“Two glasses of whiskey, please.” You called out to the bartender whilst taking a seat at the counter.

It was rare for Nanami to be in a bar, let one drink his stress away in a bar, he usually drinks in his house where he can go straight to bed after drinking too much.

But this time, it’s different, you invited him to go and have a drink with him at the bar you recently found.

He would never admit it or he hadn't realized, but he was absolutely smitten. He pretends to be annoyed when you bother him whilst he works—but he loves the company you give him. Everytime he was able to spend time with you, he made the most of it like it was the last day of his life.

Make sense. Both of your jobs consist of life and death situations. There is no guessing that this may be your last day on earth. Either way, he wants to cherish those moments like you were his.

Like you were his.

“Here’s your two whiskeys.” The bartender suddenly called out, snapping away from his thoughts, you flashed a smile and said ‘thank you’ to the bartender as you gave Nanami his glass.

“Cheers?” You raise your glass.

“Cheers.”

Both of your glasses clinked together. He watches you as you drink almost a half of your drink, before you catch him staring at you, he proceeds to drink his drink whilst you set your glass down.

“So… what’s up with you these days?” You asked, looking in his eyes intensely. “We’ve been busy with missions and the students that we haven’t hung out with in a while.” you slowly mumbled the last part, looking at your glass—almost as if you didn’t want him to hear it.

It was faint, but he heard it, if it weren’t for his glasses, you would see him widen his eyes. You missed him?

He cleared his throat and responded; “Ah, I’ve been doing good, Gojo-san still annoys me. Though this time I think he’s annoying me even more.” He takes a sip of his whiskey, deliberately looking at your figure as you let out a laugh.

“Of course he is.” You gently spin your drink, not noticing his stare.

There is something off about you, the way your response lacks enthusiasm, and the way your shoulder is slightly tense. “How about you?”

“What?”

“How have you been?” He questioned never leaving his eyes on yours. You looked at your drink for a moment, contemplating whether you should say it or not.

These past two weeks, you've been lonely. You’re so used to Nanami’s company that when you two became busy, you felt an emptiness in your chest. The only time you see each other is when you pass by through hallways, bowing both of your heads slightly as a greeting, occasionally smiling and going on with your day. To you, it wasn’t enough.

You miss him, miss him so dearly. This pining action annoys you now, but you don’t want your friendship with Nanami to end up being awkward—so you kept it inside, for a long time.

Without thinking, you began chugging down the whole whiskey you have, effectively putting you in your slight drunken state, just a little, but you were a lightweight.

Nanami’s eyes widened as he witnessed you just chugged your whiskey like it was nothing, before he said anything, you cut him off.

“I’ve been lonely.”

“I’ve been lonely, you weren’t there when I want to tell some stupid jokes I came up with. You weren’t there when I scolded Gojo about messing with the students or when Gojo decided to pull a prank on me. You weren’t there when I had a good story to tell you. You weren’t there to tell me not to do certain things that could end up being a disaster. You weren’t there—I was lonely without you…” your confession surprised him, he wasn’t sure if you meant everything, considering you’re starting to get drunk.

“Another glass please!” you called out.

“Slow down on drinking, you're lightweight.” He drinks the rest of his whiskey.

“I know…” You sulked while the bartender refilled both glasses.

He sat there, in a comfortable silence, processing what you just said. Maybe it was nothing, but throughout these two weeks of being busy, not hanging out with you like you used to—he misses you, so much.

He missed your stupid jokes when you come up with one. He missed the way you scolded Gojo for messing with the students and pulling a prank on you. He missed those little stories you tell. He missed the way he always tells you not to do certain things that could end up being a disaster. Maybe his feelings were deeper than just a small crush.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice this was your fourth glass. “Hell, I even agreed to go on a blind date with some guy called Yosuke.”

He tenses, He doesn’t know why, but he did. “... When?”

“Hmm, this weekend I think.”

Oh. maybe he got his hopes up way too high, maybe he doesn’t have a chance.

Before calling for the bartender again, he grabs your wrist gently, making you look up to him. Even with or without his glasses, you can see his demeanour changed, his jaw is clenched, and he has these eyes he never showed you.

“We better go, It’s getting late.” He hands the money in the counter and proceeds to assist you.

Throughout the walk, he felt like his heart dropped, his stomach twisting—God, jealousy is an unpleasant feeling– wait, is he jealous? No he can’t be, you two aren’t even dating.

At one point, he stopped walking, maybe he’ll come to a conclusion that… he likes you.

If, and if your date goes well, he might lose a chance to you.

“I don’t want you to go on a date with Yosuke.” You stopped your track, realizing that Nanami was not by your side.

You looked over your shoulder and said; “Why? Do you like Yosuke?” You teased him. That was a bad idea.

He hastily walked over you, eventually towering over your figure. “W-wait I was kidding–” You put your hands up to cover your face but were cut off when he gently took your wrist, pulling him closer to you as he cupped your cheek with his free hand, pulling you into… a kiss.

Your heart is beating so fast, you feel your stomach release its butterflies you caged for years whilst your eyes were wide. His lips were soft and tender, his hand caressed your cheek. You feel your whole face heat up from your neck, you probably redder than a tomato. You felt his hand on your wrist loosen, making its way to hold your hand.

You felt his lips pull apart, leaving your lips agape—All of the sudden, you miss the feeling of his lips against yours.

“No you idiot.” he rested his head on the crook of your neck. “Why would I like him, I like you.”

“I– W-who are you calling an idiot?” You stuttered feeling your cheeks flare up again, god this is embarrassing. His deep laugh echoed your ears, feeling a shiver through your spine.

He flicked your forehead slightly, making you wince and step back. “You’re mean, Nana!” When you opened your eyes, you found yourself an inch away from Nanami’s face, but now without his glasses. His eyes are much softer than he looked at you before.

“I’m just telling you how I feel.” He removed himself in front of you, sending you a small smile with a glint of sadness. “No need to be pressured.”

And with that, he started walking away from you, without turning back. While you are here, stuck and frozen, speechless even.

“Do you think I was lightweight?” You blurped out, making him stop his track.

“What?”

“I said, ‘Do you think I was lightweight?’” You questioned with confidence, finally stopping the act of being lightweight.

“Were you not…”

“No I am not.” You smiled walking up to him. “I just did that so that you can take me home.” For the first time in a while, you surprised him. It was rare for him to be surprised, most of the time he knows and or predict what's gonna happen.

“Now come on, you said you’ll take me home.”

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itadore-you · 2 years

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pairing : nanami x gn!reader

w/c: 2.7k lol

t/ws: fluff but slight mention of angst + manga spoilers + sexual innuendo + gojo being himself

summary : just an imagine of seeing nanami again after years of no contact whilst he was a salaryman, and thinking a lottt about his beautiful hair (blondes make my heart pit pat a little)

a/n: first fic to be posted to my blog (at last arghhh!) lmk where i can improve, if u liked it, etc etc, welcome to the junkyard.

Slowly brushing away the hair from his face, you lean into each other; shyly not speaking a word as you both indulge in the moment. Dusk falls upon you both from outside the window, spilling over the golden sky with baby blue inks and hazy blends of pink.

“Nanami-kun, your hair is so nice,” you tell him, as the skylight seems to fall on your cheeks, fading into a rosy blush. You struggle with your next words: “But I’d also ... like to see more of your face.” Your eyes catch a tinge of a darker rouge on his uncovered left ear. Is he blushing too?

He's rendered speechless as you run your hands through his fringe again, brushing his hair back from his forehead. Tilting his head down a little. You try to hold back your smile as you say to him: “This also looks really good on you.” Nanami sputters out a low "thanks" and turns his head away from you to hide his now completely reddened face. A flustered laugh escapes your lips, and with that you change the topic, talking to Nanami about the beautiful day it was, and contemplating what the weather would be like tomorrow (perhaps that wasn’t the best segue used in a conversation, on further contemplation that you would have on later nights).

That would be the last evening that you had to relax together.

After numerous tragedies unravelled such as Haibara’s death, and the genocide caused by Getou-senpai, Nanami distanced himself from other jujutsu sorcerers, a persistence of emotional pain stinging him whenever his fellow classmate came to mind. You tried to be there for him, of course, since they were so close, but the loss pained you too. Haibara Yuu had been your friend too, and with the loss of him, you felt as though you had lost Nanami as well. The poison of grief burrowed deeper on the more lonely, more frequent missions you two were sent on, as the number of curses multiplied by the day, and the school became even more cautious of training their schools thoroughly. Even though it remained unsaid, sometimes you could almost understand why Getou had turned to such madness, when you would tiredly wipe the sweat gathering on your temple after a long day of exorcising. But you could definitely say you understood fully why Nanami inevitably would leave the world of sorcery a few years later.

The torment of your younger years no longer followed you as closely as time passed. You were now twenty-seven, working as a fully flourished semi-grade 1 sorcerer and hoping to become grade 1 by the end of the year. Working part-time also as a teacher at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School meant you would pop in on some weekdays to give Gojo a break from teaching - or rather to give his students a break from him. It wasn’t that he was unbearable, it’s just that he was, well, himself. When he used to occasionally poke fun at you first years back then, he was particularly irritating for poor Nanami, who he personally identified as his main target to annoy. It would always make you chuckle a little at his antics whenever Nanami would angrily crumple up a note with male genitalia scrawled across it, or make the most unimpressed, disgruntled facial expression at the newest uncensored thought to leave Gojo's big mouth. You can't believe that you still think of Nanami Kento, even after all of these years. You had lost contact ages ago, but your thoughts would wander to " I wonder how he's doing?..." on the odd occasion.

Maybe he was enjoying the new life that he had carved out for himself, with an idyllic friend circle of non-sorcerers, maybe even a partner - a wife or husband, even, because at this age, it is considered somewhat normal to have found one's soulmate by now. It is a lot harder when you're a busy Jujutsu sorcerer, obviously, but with that out of the equation...

Maybe they're Danish, and Nanami had decided to move back to the country of his partial heritage with them. Or would Nanami have stayed in Japan? Then again, he always loved the idea of visiting Malaysia. Infinite possibilities crisscrossed in your mind, forming layers upon layers of what could have happened to the man with whom you were once schoolmates.

However, today that wasn't what you were thinking about as you stretched your arms behind your back, clicking the joints as you prepared to start a sparring session with your students. Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi stood before you, mirroring similar movements as they engaged their bodies for fighting. "Now, the core lesson for today lies in stealth and agility. Jujutsu sometimes can look flashy with your techniques, but surprising the curse with an instantaneous move can play to your advantage. It helps you to think more on the spot, and you can get somewhat creative with what you're doing." Taking a step towards Nobara, she's quick to narrow her eyes in suspicion as you continue: "Say that I wanted to disable you of your weapon; that's my first priority as it's what enables your cursed energy to strike me, right?"

"Sensei, that's what everyone focuses on. Obviously my hammer is a target." You let out a laugh - Nobara is a sharp girl and quite comedic. "Of course. But you have to be aware of all the ways that I could disarm you." With that, you turn to walk behind your students and as they follow your movements, you quickly catch your foot into the back of her knee, causing her to fall forwards and brace her arms to lessen the fall. The hammer slips in her hand, and you grab onto her wrist, quickly plucking it out of her grasp. "Hey! No fair! Technically you didn't say you were going to do it now! And also, that was a low blow going for my legs like that!"

"Too bad. I have it now," you grin, and then return it, "Apologies though. My next example will be Yuuji, then you all can have a try. So you are quite a dangerous one, being a more close-ranged fighter, but there are always ways around tha-"

"Hey l/n! Hope I didn't interrupt too much, but I have something to show you~" Gojo's voice rings out from right behind you.

Talk about a sneak attack - this menace has teleportation, the ultimate trump card. Irked, you jump a little at his sudden appearance, already questioning why he's here. This was supposed to be his lesson after all, but he knew you could teach it just as well and he had mentioned something earlier about "something just popping up last minute". Your heart dropped heavily into a new seat, aka your ass, as you caught sight of the 'something' that Gojo had dragged with him on his excursion. The 'something' was a suited, blond-haired man with hazelnut eyes that you could recognise from any crowd. Nanami Kento, just in different formatting from original version 1.0. It looked... Good. Really good. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you realised the current state you were in. Your teacher attire, forehead slightly sweaty due to the warm weather outside despite not properly sparring yet, and oh god why were you suddenly short of breath?

" Gojo, there was no necessity in using long-range teleportation to bother l/n-san," Nanami sighs, and as polite as ever, "Good afternoon, l/n. Apologies for Gojo."

As he greets the confused students in a similar manner, Gojo speaks up again, "A legendary entrance to introduce the return of the long-lost sorcerer, Nanami Kentooooo! Also known as l/n's best bud from back in high school," He pauses to wink at you two, "they were joined at the hip and possibly in other places until Nanamin here became a boring salaryman and ate bread for like eight years or so." He made a face at the end of his statement.

Your face erupts in fiery crimson as you feverishly pretend to ignore what Gojo was hinting at. Despite his idiotic nature, the moron was always quite perceptive and something tells you that the off-hand comment he made about you and Nanami wasn't made from just joking around.

"Well, we'll be off now. Gotta show ol' Kento around the premises, get him refamiliarised with his surroundings I guess." And with that, both Nanami and Gojo disappeared, probably due to another of his teleportations. Gojo sure loved to show off that technique of his.

"Right, class, back to work. As I was saying-"

"L/n san? Were you and Nanami-kun a thing?" Yuuji blurts out.

"We are just dying to know," Nobara dramatically adds, "you don't seem like the type to have emotions a lot. Especially after almost breaking my knee."

Blushing once more, you deny their accusations as you hurriedly return to the lesson at hand. Kids these days are so damn nosy. That Gojo and his loud mouth!

The next day, your morning routine is slightly altered by the chance of running into your high school crush again. It makes you cringe. You had been tossing and turning constantly in your bed last night, your brain buzzing with an increasing multitude of Nanami-related thoughts. What did he think of you now? What in God's name did Gojo say about you? Did they talk about you? More importantly - why did Nanami return to sorcery? He looked quite well put together in the fleeting time that you saw him, so it probably wasn't for the money. Particularly if he was a salaryman like Gojo had briefly mentioned.

You didn't want it to look too obvious that you were trying a bit for him, but you also wanted to show some development from your teenage self. With a spritz of more costly scent on your wrists and behind your ears, complete with a set of gold jewellery, you looked stunning for such a casual look. You took pride in your looks, knowing you were attractive and well-mannered, which Nanami would hopefully take notice of, compensating for yesterday when you did not feel prepared for his surprise arrival.

You were on edge for most of that morning, looking over your shoulder frequently, hoping to see him again even if accompanied by the talkative Gojo. Thus the wish manifested itself into reality (complete with the Gojo detail) a couple of hours in as you were walking across the precinct to file several curse reports for Ijichi, who had been weighed down in work and you were happy to help. It was then that as you walked up the path, Nanami and Gojo came into your vision, greeting you with varying amounts of energy. Gojo seemed even more amped up than usual, shouting a loud "hey l/n!" whereas Nanami already looked tired of him, and gripped a coffee cup handle with the last of his energy.

"How's my favorite semi-grade one sorcerer doing today? I see you got a bunch of files on you!" Gojo exclaims, then clapping a large hand onto your shoulder: "Thanks for the class take over yesterday by the way, I know it's annoying when I cancel last minute but I've settled Nanamin back in now, so what do you say I take these for you, and let you guys have some nostalgic bonding time?"

In seconds, he grabs the pile from you, taking it into his arms, and yet again disappearing into thin air. Sometimes you can't tell if his ridiculously long legs can just run so fast that it looks like the man teleports. Now you are left with Nanami. It feels a bit awkward, the sudden silence surrounding you. Until he clears his throat, looking you in the eyes as he says: "It's good to see you, l/n-san."

His voice is so smooth and deep that you wish you could drown in its timbre.

"You too, Nanami-kun."

The air is enveloped in silence once again. Where do you two even start? There is too much to ask, and even more to answer. You choose to speak up again, opting for an icebreaker about coping with Gojo, at which Nanami cracks a few smiles and even chuckles. The casual conversation stretches for ages, as you both stroll out of the school gates, deciding to sit at a café to properly converse. It's beyond delightful as you settle into your seats near the storefront, sunlight falling perfectly across the table you are sitting at. His golden hair is particularly lustrous as it shines from the sun's rays and you can't help but notice the change there, too. “You know, Nanami-kun..”, you start, crossing your ankles underneath your bar stool and leaning forward slightly. He hums lowly in response, urging you to continue. “This new hairstyle looks really good on you.”

He clearly wasn’t expecting the light compliment, as Nanami struggles to maintain his calm composure whilst gulping down the remainders of his coffee.

“I... changed it a while ago, what about it?”

“No longer the emo you used to be huh?” you snicker at him, and a smile etches onto his face in response, as he tilts his head a little lower. You watch a few strands of his blond hair fall onto his forehead with this movement, feeling your heart catch onto the rough edges of your rib cage, almost beating out of it. The chambers expand, almost puncturing themselves when he raises his muscled arm so he could push it out of his face and leans his head back, all while still looking at you.

“You’re staring.” "I know.” “Well, your coffee is getting cold.” “Ah. Guess we should probably take leave soon then; we have stayed for a good,” -checking your watch - “forty minutes.” A gentle hum of agreement resounds from him, and both of you start to stand, gathering your empty cups and plates. It had most definitely been a great time with Nanami whilst spending time together. You got your chance to catch up, reminisce, and have a laugh all in the name of being coworkers. And that was the problem; You almost couldn’t take it anymore. The hidden feelings almost burst from the tired dam of time, threatening to spill over. It really had been too long.

“Kento.” “Yes.” He sounds almost breathless at the sound of his first name leaving your lips. “When will I see you again?” “Around the school, of course. I’m not returning to that damned office once more in my life-” “No, Kento. I want to see you again... as in ...” “On a date?" A rush of paroxysm floods your veins - you feel lightheaded and dizzy as he breathes in response, "Y/n... yes. Please."

“I was going to ask you one evening, but then the right moment had passed, and I thought we could just never happen after all of that time.” Both of you are obviously replaying the same memory in your head, of that very scene of you and him. Slowly brushing the hair away from his face, leaning into each other. He was going to ask you out, back then?

Nanami Kento had a marvellous memory. Because that same night, you had suggested the very haircut he insists on wearing to this day. The 16-year-old version of you turned out to be right - it looked good on him.

“Kento, how on earth do you match absolutely everything when you dress up?”

He quirked an eyebrow in response, baffled.

“Simply using the colour wheel...? Yellow and blue are complimentary, contrary to many’s beliefs.”

“That and literally everything about you. You really are the 7:3 sorcerer to a T! There’s your birthday, your technique, and even the name of your haircut... you need to quit being so perfect,” you whine, pouting at your boyfriend of now six months.

“Baby,” he drawls, “You’re the one who is perfect for me.” He was never going to tell you that you were the reason he preserved the same undercut. It was a pleasant coincidence that it just so happened to fit with his overall image so well. It did humor him a little though, that you hadn’t figured this out yet.

After adjusting the patterned tie of his suit behind you in the mirror of your shared bedroom, Kento placed a quick kiss on your bare shoulder, running his hands along your hips in anticipation. “Now come on, we don’t want to be late to watch the sunset after dinner.”

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Pairing : includes Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, and Nanami Kento

Summary : The title says it all

Word count : Text message form (smau)

Warnings : fluff, that’s all really, some pet names

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this smau, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

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lovingnekoma · 2 years

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cw jjk spoilers / shibuya arc spoilers & i have not read or watched about the shibuya arc yet lmao so this could be terribly off | MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

“nanami.” your voice is fraught. you pause, winded, trying to catch your breath for no reason. you haven’t gone anywhere, but he has. “come home already.”

your voice breaks a little. when he left for work, he hadn’t returned and now here you are, eyes blurring; a double betrayal.

you hang up the phone. one day, you know, his voicemail will be full. one day you may not be able to call at all.

how frighteningly dreary and horrifying it is to be ruled by this kind of fear. when you swore your love and life partnership to your best friend (three years in spring, followed by a 10 day coastal honeymoon a month later in summer, all the time your husband could get off), you never thought you’d feel lost like this.

there’s a text in your inbox, asking can we meet for coffee, i need to talk to you.

you send back an affirmative, wishing you had made nanami take a few more days off in general to spend with him. you hope it was all worth it. you hope you made him happy.

you hope — and then stop yourself.

there’s many reasons nanami loved you and one of them was this: you do not lie to yourself, even — even when it makes you feel flayed open; even when the truth crushes your lungs to dust. it isn’t over you, you think, and then: isn’t it?

where are you, you wonder. you’re crying again. maybe it’s been hours, since the call, or a few minutes. your eyes feel too dry and your face hurts from being screwed up, trying to keep the tears back. where are you and what happened and i love you, i miss you so much it hurts.

#in bed with a fucked up throat while still having to do a non-deferrable take home exam #so here u go #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jjk angst #nanami angst #jjk spoilers #shibuya arc spoilers #character death tw #character death cw #nanami x gn!reader #artemis.writes

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demovamp · 2 months

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breeding jjk men (ft. satoru, nanami, choso, & sukuna)

cws – gn!amab!reader, breeding kink, ftm!characters, mentions of pregnancy/belly swelling, sukuna lactates, nanami & choso might be ooc, written at 2am, not proofread, lowercase intended

SATORU GOJO :

with satoru, it's a slip of tongue. it could've come from either of you, but in the high of pleasure, all you two cared about was the fact that the word “breed” had made it's way into the air. so, you did what any reasonable person would do;

you grabbed satoru's hips and lifted them off the bed, pushing your dick further into him. your dick plunged into him at a fast, desperate pace. satoru kept his legs spread as best he could for you. his moans and pleas were loud and desperate.

“please, [name]! oh, fuck! right there! fuck me full! don't stop! i want to be fucking leaking your cum… breed me, please. make me a dad, [name].”

and who are you to deny your pretty sorcerer what he wants?

NANAMI KENTO :

nanami is a different story. he doesn't even know he likes the idea of being bred until it slips out of his mouth. he's so composed and together in the beginning, but, fuck him long enough, and he starts telling you all his fantasies. it started with you pulling his hair, then choking him with his tie, then fucking him on his car… bredding, though, is unexpected.

“[name], [name]... i can't - hah… i need more. i need you to cum in me. make me a dad, get me pregnant.”

your hips abruptly stop, dick still buried in his warm hole. you lean over your lover, touching his cheek. “you want a baby?” you whisper. nanami only nods. the look in his eyes show he's still hazy with pleasure, but coherent enough to make such a demand.

it doesnt take long before you're pounding imto him again, condom discarded somewhere. despite the rough pace, you're holding nanami's hands and kissing him repeatedly. “you're taking me so well, love. fucking made for me. you're gonna be an amazing dad. promise.”

CHOSO KAMO :

choso is shy about it. he brought it up because he wanted to experiment from a story he read. he surprises you by laying in bed, naked with his legs spread, pussy on display. a shakily written ‘breed’ and an arrow pointing between his legs were on his stomach. the sight made you chuckle. “you're adorable, cho.” you whisper, kissing him sweetly as you prep him with your fingers. it's only a few minutes later until choso is falling apart on your dick.

“mmph! ah, ah, ah… i… so fast… oh my – ah! [name], [name]... i'm – so good. i like it. i love it. i love you. i love you, i love you…” his confession only spurs you on, thrusting into him rapidly. “i love you, too.” you murmur, wandering kisses landing on his skin gently.

SUKUNA RYOMEN :

sukuna… is a stubborn bastard. no matter what position he's in, he's making demands. he likes just about anything during sex and he'll make it known. this time is different. you found out a secret of his – sukuna lactates. it was an accident, really. you grabbed at his pecs and gave a little squeeze. milk spurted out from his nipple and landed on his chest.

sukuna wasn't embarrassed. more so, pissed off. he was about to say something when you squeezed again, watching more milk dribble out from his nipple. a small whine escaped his mouth at the sensitivity.

no words were said as you resumed your movements, fingers playing with his nipples, watching more and more milk come out.

“awh… look at you. a needy whore spilling all this milk. such a shame it's going to waste…” you coo at him, slowly brushing your thumb over his leaking nipple. “maybe i should get you pregnant. stuff you full, watch your belly swell with my kids…” you smirked at sukuna, watching him break under you with every thrust. “you'd like that, wouldn't you?” he hissed, attempting to give you a look of hatred. problem is, sukuna's eyes always betray him during sex. his usual pissed off expression is contradicted by the haze in his eyes and the redness of his face.

“well? go on then.” he muttered afyer a few moments of silence. his legs spread slightly more, letting your dick push deeper into him. "if you insist."

#— castiel writes #sub jjk #sub sukuna #sub gojo #sub nanami #sub choso #jjk smut #dom male reader #dom gn reader #amab reader #trans fem reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader #tw: breeding #not sfw

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aveegrex · 2 years

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PARTNER

I wanted to speculate a little on how would Nanami react to reader telling him they might have depression

pairing: Nanami x gn!reader genre: hurt to comfort (idk but reader feels slightly better in the end) word count: 1,5k TW: depression, anxiety, self-hatred, mentions of not wanting to live (BUT NO SUICIDAL INTENTIONS OR SELF-HARM)

Author's note: it's my first time sharing my writing publicly, so critique is welcome, although I urge those willing to stay constructive while pointing out any possible mistakes and disadvantages.

Drops of water rhythmically tapping onto the aluminum kitchen sink, steadily marking the seconds passing - that was both what grounded you yet at the same time drove the thoughts inside your head into deeper spirals of despair and gloom. Ironically, you thought to yourself, necessary and unbearable. Just like the talk you were planning on having with Nanami that you also were avoiding at all costs.

It’s nothing special, this day. Just like many countless days before it. You couldn’t help but feel guilty about such a description popping up in your head. Your thoughts drifted to your beloved dream of a boyfriend. Boyfriend, though, the word itself, was too childish to describe Nanami and your relationship. Too, for the lack of better word, boisterous.

Although you haven’t yet sealed your union with rings and papers, it never felt right to you to refer to Nanami as your boyfriend. Romantic partner seemed more fitting, and even though yours and Nanami’s friends attempted some silly giggles at your overly serious choice of words, it felt more true. Because Nanami was, in fact, your partner. He took part in almost every aspect of your life, unintentionally bringing peace and calamity to chaos that was both exciting and exhausting.

You had your fair share of overly exciting chaotic relationships that left you intrigued and drained each day within. With the the end of the last one you’ve come to understand that nothing healthy and long-term can occur when you fall a slave to everyday rollercoasters your exes provided you with in plethora. So you distanced yourself from the dating scene, focused on getting your education and making amends with your mental health.

When you first met Nanami, there was no sudden burst of feelings, at least on your end. You couldn’t deny you were slightly smitten by his appearance, yet your brain didn't malfunction, and no hearts were anywhere to be seen in your eyes. He took his time getting to know you and you were grateful for that. When he did ask you out, your heart fluttered, but managed to stay in your chest. It just felt right to say yes. It felt like it was only logical to smile back at him and nod, and it felt like with him there was no urge to shy away or to blush extensively when he embraced you in the park under the moon, bending down to press a light, soft and slow kiss to your lips. It just felt natural, like you finally understood what to love and what being loved meant.

Yet now, as you sit awkwardly on the couch, awaiting him from work with all the lights in the apartment off, you couldn’t stop your breath from shaking, feeling overwhelming guilt at the feelings that took a luxurious estate in your mind. He provided you with everything, financially and emotionally, and yet you couldn’t but feel an overpowering urge to just give up on everything. To finally surrender to exhaustion and stop existing, stop thinking, stop pretending to be alive. You chastised yourself for such ungratefulness to the first and only man to make you feel loved. Imposter, your mind whispered to you, he loves another you. Past you. Not the one you’ve become. He just happens to not know the difference yet.

A quick glance to the clock and you took a sharp breath in, realizing how soon your partner’s keys would jiggle at the front door. You tried to rip yourself away from anxious thoughts, taking in the surroundings, and cringed mindlessly at how heavy the deep blues and grays of shadows made everything around you seem. You learnt to love gray with Nanami, as he looked dashing in his woolen gray suit that he wore on your first date. Gray was his color, and by how much worse it made you feel now, you couldn’t resist another bite of guilt to your heart, deeming yourself as a traitor to your partner once again.

Love? - a soft nudge at your shoulder startled you. - Love, what are you doing sitting all alone in the dark? Is everything alright?

You barely managed to raise your eyes to Nanami’s concerned face, haven’t even noticed his arrival. The slight furrow of his brows and anxiety in his voice sobered you up, and you tugged at his hand on your shoulder, urging him to take a seat beside you.

He followed suit, expression unchanged, and huffed surprisingly as you clutched at his hand, bringing it to your lips to kiss every knuckle. Every peck of lips on his cold skin was like a small apology from your end, unbearable thoughts of burdening this man even more with yourself thumping inside your brain like a poorly edited EDM track at some shitty club.

You brought your eyes back to his face, smiling sadly, and his face visibly changed to even more concerned. No little shift of your mimic could go unnoticed for him.

I think I need to tell you this, Ken. - your own voice almost startling you with raspiness. - I’ve been meaning to for a few weeks, actually… Sorry. - you whispered, averting your eyes to the floor.

Nanami didn’t respond, choosing to just nod and let out a shaky breath, and you continued, mustering up all the courage that you could find within yourself.

I don’t think I’m even remotely alright, dear. - he stiffened at that, tilting his head slightly to catch more of your face. - And I’m so so sorry for that, I-...

A sob gurgled in your throat, an ugly and desperate sob escaping you, like a splash of pitch black paint over all the gray calamity around. Kento was quick to pull you into him, pressing his lips at your hair, just holding you secure and rocking back and forth, his mind restless of the guesses of what your words could mean. Yet he still chose to not say a word, keeping the vocal space of conversation all for you.

I cannot find it in myself to be happy, to feel joy, and it’s all my fault, Ken. - your shaky voice tugged at his heart, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a second. - It feels like I do nothing and everything all the time.

Words finally found their way through your throat and spilled out, letting them fall disorderly and chaotically.

You do so much, and I should be happy, grateful, and you’re amazing, yet I cannot feel a thing. I’m tired, so so tired, I want it to stop, Ken, I want to live again, and I tried. But something doesn’t let me, something inside me stops me from being me again. For you. I hate it here, love, I hate it inside my head, I’m so so sorry, Ken.

It finally dawns on him, what you mean. He felt the same when he was doing his last days at his investment firm job. Barely existing, not even remotely alive. And his hands gently cup your face, turning it to his own, his lips pressing a kiss on your forehead and you gasp at the wetness of his touch. “He’s crying - you note. - I made him cry”.

Ken, love, it’s not you, it’s not your fault, I’m sorry, Ken. I’ll do better, love, I’ll fix that, I just need to try better, Ken. It’s just so bad inside my head, I don’t know what to do…

His embrace only tightens and you feel sobs shaking his suit-clad form. Kento can only feel his cheeks dampening over and over, remembering his own depression and stilling in horror at the thought that you’re going through the same hell that he found himself in back then. His hands find their way into your hair, and you feel yourself exhale, becoming aware at how tense you were only when some tension’s been alleviated.

I’m sorry, Ken. I had to tell you sooner, when it wasn’t that bad. I had to fight it better, Ken. Please, Ken, stay…

And Kento only nods, helping you get up from the couch and making his way to the bedroom, to rid you both of your clothes and lay down on the bed, careful to hold you tight against his chest.

His breath is getting steadier, and he mumbles into your hair how he understands and loves you. How none of it is your fault, and how he won’t go anywhere. He’ll stay, he says, and you feel your crying getting calmer, eyes releasing all the unconscious fears and anxieties with silent tears.

We’ll talk more in the morning, my love. - He whispers softly. - Let’s rest for now.

You can’t help but huff myriads of thank you’s in his chest, clutching at his waist, and he chooses to remind you of the nature of your relationship with a few seemingly simple words. So simple that you deem yourself dumb by not coming up with those yourself. We’ll get through this, my love.

P.S. English isn't my first language and this story is not beta-ed, so any comments about grammar and syntax are also greatly appreciated.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #jjk nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader #jjk angst #jjk comfort #nanami x gn!reader

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