#nanami x matcha

[bokutosmochi]

kinktober day five: somnophilia!

ADRENALINE RUSH ♡ NANAMI KENTO

fem!reader x nanami kento

ingredients: nanami has some adrenaline he has to get rid off

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: spit, unprotected sex, somnophilia

sugar level: 1.5k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub @eussstasss

parlor's note: can't do a kinktober without including nyanyamin!!

bon appetit!

fuck gojo, fuck that patchface curse, fuck the higher ups

those were the only thoughts that bounced around nanami's head.

it was no secret that the man hated going any minute overtime, now here he was going home at fucking ten in the evening. on top of that, because of the late hour, the things he was able to pick up from his favorite bakery were what ever was left over from the day -- though one would argue that he's lucky because said bakery was still open at the late hour. regardless, the fact remained: the pastries were no longer fresh, no longer fluffy and warm.

if it was any other day, he wouldn't have ate it on the subway ride home from work and instead saved it so he could reheat it once he's safely in the confines of his own home, but not today. he was too hungry, and quite frankly, running out of patience.

he sets down his dull blade in its rightful place by the door and tugs off the yellow patterned tie in an uncharacteristically pissed off manner. not only was he filled with negative emotions, but adrenaline from the fight he had against an unnamed, unregistered cursed spirit was still pumping in his veins. with a huff, he hangs it over his shoulder, before moving on to unbutton his blue button down shirt as he walks over to the bedroom.

this was the part of his day that he looked forward to the most. sure, it was the end of the day, but it was the part where he'd see you, hold you for more than two hours.

laid down in the large california king bed was you. thick, soft blankets tucked up to under your chin, hair he loved running his hands through fanned out around your face, and your face. you looked so angelic when you slept, so peaceful even during nights like this when he knew you weren't sleeping well because he wasn't there in the bed with you -- you confessed to him one time, you always get the best dreams, the most restful nights of sleep whenever he's there holding you.

you shifted in your sleep, turning to your other side making the blanket move further down your body. it exposed the thin shirt you were wearing; an old shirt of nanami's. the fabric was so worn down that the man could spot your nipples, hardened from the chilly autumn air, from under the shirt.

you mewled softly and it made nanami wonder what you were dreaming of; whether you were dreaming at all. aside from that, the sound also made his beige slacks tighten and he found a way to release all that pent up frustration and adrenaline from his system.

he pushes the dress pants down along with his boxers, then damn near trips trying to take his socks off and walk to you at the same time. he's just had such a rough day and needs some help from you.

a thought pushes itself into his mind the moment he crawls on top of you, one that's about morality and ethics. he's never done this before and it feels wrong to do it. second thoughts fill his mind, but he remembers the fact that you've had this discussion before. he's already asked for your permission prior. in return, you only asked one thing from him: if i had a long day, try not to wake me if you don't have or want to. and aside from that, you've always been such a nice and thoughtful girlfriend. there has never been a moment in the many years you've been together where you've lacked understanding with him. you're always so selfless, giving him whatever he wanted, so long as it's reasonable, and this is reasonable, right?

with those thoughts as a green light, he pushes the blanket away from your body, nudges you so you'd be lying on your back, and moves the crotch of your panties to the side so he can have his way with you.

always the caring boyfriend, he makes sure you're properly lubricated before he does pushes himself in. after all, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to his sweet, caring girlfriend.

getting you wet the way he usually does takes too long, and besides, he'd probably end up waking you up too, which is something you asked him not to do if he didn't have to. not to mention the fact that he always gets so into turning you on; it's what gets him aroused too. he'll get too handsy, too noisy.

it's not an option so he opts to spit on your pussy instead.

he enjoys the sight of his glob of drool dripping around your vulva for a moment before spreading it around. when he decides that you're not wet enough, he spits again and does the same thing.

the man may think that exerting minimal effort is all that's required for most of his day-to-day tasks, but that rule does not include you and it never will. he always makes sure to take care of you the way you take care of him.

when your lips are shiny with his spit, he backs away for a moment, lines the head of his cock with your slit then pushes in as softly and slowly as he could, trying his best not to jostle you.

he moans lowly as he sinks in your warm pussy. it's a sensation he can never get enough of, even if he makes love to you a million times. he adores it, the way you welcome him so easily. he only stops his motions when he was buried to the hilt, his pelvis flush against yours.

he looked down to where your bodies connected and involuntarily muttered a low shit under his breath. to him, the sight was a masterpiece that could easily top an expensive painting any day; it certainly made him feel more emotions than those.

with a deep breath sucked in through the mouth, he started moving, steadily thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. the movement was calculated, executed with maximum precision to ensure that you won't wake from your slumber.

how could you expect him to keep his composure completely under these circumstances? you're so tight, he's always said that your pussy was made for him, and he doesn't just say that to get you off; he truly means it, and then you combine your perfect pussy with your perfect face. he's a goner.

he tries to stifle his moans, tries to swallow them under his breaths, but a few still manage to escape. despite those, he continues to yearn to make this nice and quick. it's just to blow off some steam, after all.

the moment his attempts become futile comes when you stir, letting out noises that shoots blood steaming down to his already painfully hard dick, and flutter your eyes open.

when his eyes meets yours, his elbows buckle, though he's quick to straighten himself back up again; his motion was so fluid you didn't even notice it, only the slight twitch of his cock.

you yawn before acknowledging the situation. "kento?" your words are slurred due to the sleepiness that remains in your system. "what's goin' on?"

"sorry hun," he grunts, continuing to fuck you. "adrenaline rush. you can go back to sleep if you want."

you give him a hum though you didn't actually succumb to sleep. the feeling of kento's cock inside you wasn't something you could simply nap through, no matter how hard you try nor matter how hard he tries to not rouse you.

he might have thought you were asleep - you were so quiet, not making a noise other than the natural moans - if you didn't mutter an "i'm close" at the exact same moment he felt his orgasm nearing.

"i am too, hun." his movements become sloppier. he loses his rhythm to the pleasure and due to the lapse in concentration since he began to play with your clit to help you reach your high as well.

"ken," he recognizes what you need with the call of his name. one of your hands found their way to his back, currently running the nails down the hard muscle. the pain only added to nanami's delight.

"i'm right there, hun. you can let go."

the both of you come at the same time and the feeling was euphoric. despite wanting rest, you're glad you woke up.

"that was nice." you commented lamely. the word didn't sum up the experience, it was so much better than nice, but your tired brain couldn't think of anything else. apparently, nanami had the same sentiment.

"i think that's a bit of an understatement, darling. now come on and get some rest, you deserve it."

i get: reblog

you get: a california king bed with a nanami body pillow

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[mikesmatcha]

Something I love more about Tumblr than that one-letter bird app is that this place is more unapologetic with / appreciative of self-shipping and OCs. Twitter fandoms are so judgmental of self-insert and OCs especially when it comes to female / fem-leaning creators doing so 🫤 Anyway shout out to my Y/N and OC creators, I truly appreciate ya guys for this wonderful genre

#y/n #ocs #shout out #matcha text post #i am writing this because im getting into nanami x y/n #im getting fixated on y/n again

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt .1

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: yuuji, gojo, megumi, inumaki

yuuji itadori:

yuuji would defintely take you to a hibachi grill

you’re wearing a baby pink sundress with cherry blossoms on it and he’s wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks cause he wanted to dress up for his girl !!

he thinks it’s really cool how they cook the food in front of you and he likes the entertainment

definetly orders a bunch of other dishes for you guys to share (boy where tf are you getting that money from???)

actually. he saved up all his money so he can take you out for a really nice dinner 🥺 he loves you so much and he just wants you to feel special and beautiful

he orders pork gyoza and tempura shrimp for you guys to share 😈

if it’s your birthday yuuji would ABSOLUTELY tell the cook and have the restaurant sing you happy birthday

then he records it and posts it on his instagram story because he’s just so proud of his girl 💗

if the restaurant has a koi pond he will absolutely LOVE it

afterwards 90% of his camera roll will be pictures of the fish (the other 10% is you)

would be like ‘babe they’re so pretty 😚’ and y’all would spend like twenty minutes just looking at the fish

not that you mind because you love to see your sunshine boy happy and you like the fish too

he would definetly toss coins in the pond with you and be like ‘babe let’s make a wish to be together forever at the same time 🥰’

you would do it of course and he would be over the moon

makes you pose by the fountain and takes pictures of you because his girl is just so pretty, how could he not?? :)

afterwards you guys go get dessert at a cute lil cafe and he gushes about how much he loves you <333

gojo satoru:

you know this man would take you to the most fancy expensive restaurant just because he can

he forgot to tell you so one night at six thirty he’s just like get ready 😏 and you’re like wtf

he orders a taxi (read: nanami) because he can’t drive :/

when you get there there he tells the waiter the name and y’all go sit down at a private table in the back of the restaurant with a really pretty view of the city

the waiter brings out a bottle of red wine and pours it for you while you and satoru chat

when i tell you that he orders so much sushi-

the waiters have brought out a platter of (probably) every type of sushi that the restaurant serves

also his favorite type of sushi roll is shrimp tempura roll I don’t make the rules

he sees a plate of onigiri in front of him and he’s like ‘aww inumaki 🥺’

please he loves his students so much it’s so sweet

you both eat a bunch of it until you’re feeling super full

then he’s like ‘okay babe what do you want to order??’

and you’re like 🙂what

he’s like ‘baby that was just the hors d'oeuvres 😣’

he makes you order a main dish because ‘it’s okay you’ll be hungry again 😙’

you order some miso ramen and he gets a steak

it’s actually really food and you’re glad you had werem’t too full for it

satoru definetly feeds you some of his food from across the table

afterwards, the two of you walk around the streets for a little bit and get some matcha ice cream to finish the night off ✨

megumi fushiguro:

i think that, instead of a restaurant, megumi takes you around the city for street food because you’ve never really explored the city before

it’s absolutely lovely; the weather is nice, it’s not too busy, and it distracts the two of you from being jujutsu sorcerers

you find a street vendor that sells korokke so that’s what you eat first

you see a souvenir shop down the street, so you decide to go in there and get some cute little gifts for your friends 😌

megumi finds a silly pair of tourist sunglasses that he thinks itadori will like and you get nobara a blue scarf decorated with little animals

as you exit the shop, you start to feel hungry again so the two of you decide on yakisoba and it’s delicious 😈

the two of you walk for a while together, hand in hand until you see a stand that sells mochi

you insist to megumi that you have to bring some back for gojo: ‘come on megs, he would love it! especially from you’ ‘he can buy his own food 🙄‘

of course you eventually convince him and gojo loved the sentiment (and the food)

you guys end the night back in his room, cuddling and watching a movie 💜

toge inumaki:

okay so inumaki totally takes you to one of those cute animal restaurants

i’m gonna go with he takes you to a pig cafe <3 and omg they’re so adorable!!

he bought you guys matching hoodies when you started dating so y’all are wearing those 🥺

also i headcanon that inumaki has a really cute instagram that he keeps up with so of course he’d take you to a spot where he could take lots of pictures of his girl <3 and baby pigs ofc

you guys order ramen and sushi and the food is really good! :)

the restaurant has a huge glass wall so you get a really pretty view of the mountains

the vibe in the restaurant is also really nice, there’s chill ambient music playing in the background which reminds you of him 🥺

he thinks you look so cute (and you do ofc)

he can’t really talk about it with you because of his technique so he has his notes app open to type you messages 🥺

he gives you so many forehead and palm kisses so that he makes sure you know how much he loves you 🥺 poor boy it absolutely whipped for you

speaking of being whipped, he also tediously makes sure you’ve eaten enough and that you’re liking our food 

he’ll 100% share his food with you either way, he loves the feeling that he’s taking care of you 

afterwards you guys go get boba tea before you go back to jujutsu high and he walks you back to your room to kiss you goodnight 🥺

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yuuji x reader #Yuji x reader #yuji itadori #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #inumaki jjk #inumaki x reader #gojo jjk #jjk gojo #itadori jjk

[keikikait]

ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 3 of a series. you can find part one here and part two here

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s), slight nanami x reader (...)

word count: 3.4k

summary: the first two weeks of teaching again go by quickly. you find yourself right smack in the middle of the annual winter festival. gojo took his own date, and so did you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) angst, some self-deprecating stuff, themes of depression, mean gojo, mention of blood, mention of getting eaten (pls don’t ask), cheating???? nickname use [baby, doll (once)], no use of y/n,

a note: this is a repost with an angstier ending, as a lot of angst was voted for (see poll), so here we are, though there is a happy ending. dunno if I'll ever do a part 4.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You and Gojo have a routine.

First, you get ready together, fucking in the shower, trying to push him off as you apply mascara as he greedily rubs up against you. You eat breakfast together, both enjoying your matcha (yours, of course, being a latte. Gojo always goes the more traditional route). He drags on the kiss as you exit your apartment, whining when he finally has to let you go.

Second, he stands a few feet away from you on the train as you make your way outside of Tokyo. He never looks at you, his focus on anyone or anything that catches his eye. You watch him, admiring him, wanting him to just look over so he could admire you too. You want Gojo to see you in the way you see him. You want him to finally care, to beg and plead for you, to feel the way you do. You want him to love you.

Third, you walk towards campus, a few feet behind him just in case anyone is watching. You watch as he effortlessly joins Shoko and Akari’s conversation as they walk up the stairs through the tori gate, not glancing back at you even once. You follow behind them, the sounds of their laughter filling your ears. Surrounding you. Swallowing you whole, only to spit you out broken and battered. The snow crunches under your feet, silencing your thoughts — but only for a second. Your thoughts are like wolves, stalking you and waiting to pounce, waiting for you to be vulnerable.

Your routine takes hold of you, and the days blend together as you relive the same painful day over and over. Maybe this is all a punishment for your hubris, karma from the gods for loving him. You watch him live so effortlessly without you, as you sit around hoping he’ll meet your gaze for just a second. The thoughts come, as they always do, and soon you’re surrounded by wolves, bloodied and battered and waiting to be eaten. And then, the wolves disappear into smoke, and you have Gojo for just a brief second before he pushes you back into the wolf’s den. Maybe this time you’ll let the wolves eat you. Your last words would be Gojo’s name before your mouth fills with blood as you get your throat ripped out. You wonder if you would even be on his mind after.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up from your desk to see Nobara standing there, smiling, her books in her arms. You zoned out through the entire lesson, students trying to pile out the door behind her. You look at her again and smile. “Yes?”

She smiles, clutching her books a little tighter. “Are you going to the festival tonight?”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly at the mention of the festival. “Yes, I am. Why?”

Nobara shifts on her feet. “Are you going with Gojo-sensei?”

Gods, even his name causes goosebumps to appear on your body. “No, Kugisaki-san. I’m not taking anyone with me.”

Nobara pouts a little. “Oh come on! You guys would be perfect together!” Your eye twitches and your stomach lurches. “It’s his loss, I guess.” She moves away as quickly as she appears, following Megumi out the classroom door.

You hear a snarl, and just like that the wolves are back. They follow you around as you make your way through your day, biting at your ankles. They follow you as you make your way off campus, heading to the train station. You slide your way into the crowd making its way into the station, pushing your way past students and businessmen. You’re trying to make your train, yes, but you’re also escaping the wolves that are chasing you, foaming at the mouth at the idea of tasting you. You fear that if they catch you you might never make it out alive, your body left cold on the floor of the train station, people stepping over you and moving on with their lives, because, in the end, you didn’t matter.

“Excuse me,” You say softly, pushing past a tall man. Your fingers brush over the light tan colouring of his suit as you put your hand on his arm to steady yourself in the crowd. The man mumbles something before he looks over and tilts his head. He says your name so softly you almost don’t hear him. You finally get a look at his face as he towers over you, and your heart beats a little faster. “Nanami?”

You’ve met Kento Nanami before and spoken in brief conversations, even when he’s been an adjunct professor at the school and taught a lesson. You always noticed that he didn’t speak a lot, at least not to you. You appreciated the silence sometimes, a stark difference from Gojo’s constant running mouth, but the times he would simply just ignore you while you helped him plan lessons and prepare demonstrations left a bad feeling in your stomach. In those moments you didn’t just wonder if you were good enough for Gojo, you wondered if you were good enough for anyone. 

He looks deep into your eyes, and the wolves turn to dust. He smiles softly at you, but in your eyes, it looks almost forced. “Hey there. Long time no see. How are you?”

You think this might be the most words he’s ever spoken to you. “I’m doing great. How are you?”

Nanami nods. “Fine, you know how the 7 to 3 life is. Are you still assisting Gojo at the school?”

It’s your turn to nod this time. “Yes. For another year and a half.”

He smiles, and it seems more genuine than the last. “A year and a half of dealing with Gojo… I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.” You laugh, and it’s the first genuine laugh you’ve had in almost a month.

Instead of catching your usual train home, you opt to sit and chat with Nanami. This is the most extroverted you’ve ever seen him, and this is definitely the most eye contact you’ve ever shared. He leans back on the bench, legs stretched out straight, playing with the end of his tie while he talks to you. 

You had noticed it before, but now you’re certain. Kento Nanami is hot. His voice, his face, his hands, his arms…you’re finding yourself squirming on the bench and trying to calm your nerves as he stares at you, almost forcing you to keep eye contact. 

You stiffen when you hear the next announcement, the realisation hitting that it’s your next train arriving soon. You stand up, gathering your things. “My train is almost here. I’m sorry that we have to cut this conversation short.”

He waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just have more to talk about next time.” 

Next time. You feel slight butterflies in your stomach when thinking about your next conversation with him. All you manage to say is, “For sure. I would like that.” You head to your platform, clutching your bag close when Nanami calls your name again, much more confident than before. You turn to face him, the wind from the train approaching whipping through your hair.

He glances down the platform, seemingly nervous. “Are you going to the festival tonight?”

You have to speak a little louder as the train starts to near the station. “Yes, I am.”

Nanami smiles, a look of nervousness still staining his face. “Great. I’m going too. What if we went together?”

The train approaches and you yell over the noise, “I would like that!”

He hears you and smiles, yelling his goodbyes over the train as you enter its doors. You find a seat next to the window, and you wave to each other as the train starts to move. The train pulls out of the station, taking you home, and a smile creeps onto your face as you sink into the seat. Part of you feels guilty, begging you to consider your relationship with Gojo, but the other part of you thinks; what relationship? Plus, you’re going to the festival with Nanami as friends, acquaintances, nothing more. At least, that’s how you view it.

You head home, once again finding yourself vulnerable in the wolf's den. You wonder how it would feel if you let them attack you, how it would feel to be pinned down and scratched and chewed on like a piece of dried octopus. Would Gojo notice you, finally, as you lay dead, your blood leaking out of your shredded throat? Would he turn away, avert his gaze at the sight of his dead lover? Or would he simply stare before stepping over you?

The wolves stalk you as you make your way back to the station, the snow falling softly, sticking to your hair. You feel nervous; nervous about seeing Nanami again, and nervous about seeing Gojo with Himiko. You had almost forgotten her name, but deep down you wish you did. Maybe thinking about her as a faceless, nameless entity would make your throat stop closing up.

You climb your way up the steps of the school, and you start to smile when you see Nanami waiting for you. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful pink glow to him, and in this moment you think he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. The glasses he’s normally wearing are long gone, and he switched out his suit for a black sweater, dark blue slacks, a long brown trenchcoat, and a scarf in the same Rorschach-esque design as his usual tie and sword. 

Your stomach flutters as you approach him. “Hey.”

He stares at you for a second before saying, “Hey.” You stare at each other, admiring one another, and butterflies in your stomach won’t stop flying around, bumping into the walls of your intestines. You don’t know what you’re feeling, and you don’t know if you like it.

You clear your throat, stepping towards the gate. “Let’s head in.” Nanami nods and follows you inside the campus. You walk together through the festival, the air around you almost feeling electric, the campus replacing its usual student occupants with a bustling crowd and food carts. Takoyaki, yakitori, yakisoba, everything just smells so delicious. Maybe the wolves won’t be hungry for you tonight.

You and Nanami wander, your hands occasionally brushing as you chat about work and life, lost in the heat of your conversation. You find a stall finally offering drinks, and you both purchase some green tea before sitting down, your back to the festival. You’re in the middle of one of Nanami’s corporate world stories when his eyes drift behind you and he smiles. “There he is!”

Confused, you look over your shoulder, only to be met with the looming figure of Gojo. He stares down at you and Nanami, his blindfold covering his eyes. Right next to him is, you assume, Himiko, a tall woman, dressed to the nines in what might be real fox fur. She’s beautiful. More beautiful than you. You hear another snarl as the wolves come creeping out of the dark classrooms, towards you. Was this your competition? Your replacement? Did she have his heart already, or did he hide it from her like he did you?

Gojo clears his throat, glancing away before turning his gaze back to you and Nanami. “Here I am.”

Even now, you admire him. He’s so effortlessly beautiful, everything he does causes you to lose your breath. The way the wind pushes his hair back, the way his hoodie sits around his hips…you’re in love with him. As much as you hate it, as much as it destroys you, you love him. You can practically feel the wolf pinning you to the cave floor and ripping your beating heart out of your chest, chewing it, and swallowing it in one bite.

Nanami notices your gaze, too. He notices the way you look at Gojo, the absolute adoration in your eyes. The way your breath hitches, the way your thighs subconsciously squeeze together. The way your cheeks change colour and the way your whole body relaxes. Nanami notices Gojo’s body language, too, almost as if he could see his eyes under the blindfold. He puts it together too quickly, and clears his throat, standing up from the table, trying to hide his disappointment that you were in love with someone else. “I’m gonna get another tea.” He moves through the crowd towards the stall and you go to follow him, brushing past Gojo when he suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm, squeezing it tight.

“We need to talk,” he says.

“No, we don’t,” you respond. He squeezes your arm even tighter, before tugging you along behind him as he walks away from Nanami and Himiko. 

Gojo drags you into his classroom, closing and locking the door behind him. He stares at you, his arms crossed, before finally speaking, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You’re confused, and your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Trying to enjoy my time at the festival.”

Gojo’s voice is laced with poisonous anger, and you’re almost afraid to breathe it in. “With Nanami?”

You swallow. “He asked me to come with him.”

Gojo's shoulders relax for a second before tensing up again. “You’re on a date? With Nanami?”

Your face turns red. “This isn’t a date.”

“Yes, it is,” Gojo says firmly. “He asked you on a date. And you agreed.”

You find yourself starting to get angry. “So what if it is a date?”

His jaw clenches. “Excuse me?”

You take a step back. “So what if it is a date, Gojo? You’re on one too, in case you forgot.”

Gojo laughs. “You mean Himiko? This isn’t a date. I’m just doing a favour for Shoko, I’m trying to help her friend get settled into the city. You shouldn’t be mad at me for --”

You interrupt him. “Cut the shit. You’re on a date with a girl who isn’t me.”

“It isn’t a date,” Gojo says.

You feel yourself getting angrier and angrier. “That’s what it looks like.”

“It doesn’t matter what it looks like,” Gojo says. “It isn’t the truth. If you would just let me explain-”

“Explain what?” You snap, the anger threatening to break the surface. “How do you agree to go on a date with another woman?”

There’s a pause before he says, “Don’t interrupt me again, doll. Remember who’s in charge here.”

Your fists clench. “God, can I fucking talk? Sat—Gojo, you have to understand how it makes me feel.”

You fucked up. You know you shouldn’t call him that, that forbidden name, but it just slipped out. Your words die in your throat, and your anger starts to dissolve into anxiety. You don’t know much about Geto, but you do know that Gojo’s first name is reserved for him, and you broke Gojo’s only rule. 

He doesn’t say anything, but you can physically feel the shift in the air. A cold shiver runs down your spine. The mask across his eyes doesn’t help, his emotions unreadable. 

“Gojo, I’m sorry,” You say. You approach him gently. “I’m sorry.”

You feel yourself getting more and more anxious as he just stands there. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak. He just stands there, looking down at you from his imposing height. You can only sit helplessly as he tosses you back into the wolf's den, and you can’t run away as they start tearing at you. You wonder if he’ll keep your head, mouth open and cold and blue, on display on a mantle on his wall, a message to all that watch to never love him.

It feels like an eternity before he speaks. “I trusted you."

Your bottom lip trembles. "You still can. It was an accident--"

"It doesn't matter if it was an accident or not," Gojo says, looking down at the ground. "You know not to call me that. Don't act like you can replace him."

A few tears fall down your face. "No...I know I can't, Gojo, I know I can't replace him. But I swear it was an accident."

"It doesn't matter," Gojo says after a beat. "What matters is you’re mine, and you're on a date with Nanami."

"It's not a date, Gojo," You say. "He and I are just friends."

"You would only be here with him if you had feelings for him," Gojo says.

You start to cry now. "I have feelings for you, Gojo. Not Nanami."

That makes him pause. "I know you do."

"Then why are you here with Himiko?" You ask, starting to feel angry again. "Why aren't you here with me?"

“Himiko means nothing to me.” Gojo says. "You know we couldn't go to the festival together. It would be suspi--"

"Suspicious, yes, I got it." You snap. "You didn't have to go with her. You could've turned down Shoko's offer."

"And what would I look like then?" Gojo asks. "I would look like a bad friend and a bad coworker. I have a reputation to uphold."

"Why does your reputation matter more than me?" You ask, your voice becoming louder.

"Because it's all I have!" Gojo says, his voice matching yours. "I'm Satoru Gojo, I'm the strongest! I can't have any baggage, I can't have anyone be important to me. That's how I become weak, and that's how I lose everything. Including you."

"Why do you treat me like this?” you ask, angry tears running down your cheeks. “Why do you always put me second? Why do you always make me feel so unwanted? Am I not good enough for you? Am I not what you want? Am I not what you need?”

He pauses and remains silent for a long time. He takes a deep breath, his voice stern once again. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are good enough for me, you’re too good for me. You’re the most beautiful, caring person that I’ve ever met. I treat you like garbage, and yet you always come back to me. I’m mean to you, and you accept it with a smile on your face. But you have to understand that this is more important to me. It's more important than you…if I appear weak, I fail. If I fail, I lose everything and everyone." He gets close to you, grabbing your face. "I already lost someone important to me. I can't lose you too."

"Do you care about me?" You ask softly.

He nods. "Of course I do."

You swallow hard, nervous to ask your next question. "Do you love me?"

He hesitates.

In that moment, even without him speaking, you know your answer. You go to say something else but he interrupts. "I can. Eventually. One day. I just can't love you right now."

"When is eventually?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "I don't know. I care about you, you know that. You know that I love our time together, and I look forward to every single second I get to spend with you. I just can't love you right now, not in the way that you want me to. The way that you need me to."

"Will you ever love me?" You ask.

He doesn't hesitate when he answers, "Yes."

You close your eyes, sighing. "When?"

He strokes your cheekbones. "Soon."

"How close is soon?"

"Close enough."

You pause. You feel the presence of the wolves again, biting on your ankles, threatening to drag you down into the depths of the den and tear you limb from limb. Would they chew on your bones after? Would it be quick, painless? Or would you survive for just long enough to watch them eat you?

Gojo calms the wolves, but only for so long. He’s a protective light as you hide in the walls of the den, stepping over the corpses of those before you. He’s the one, he’s all you’ve ever wanted, and you think you’ll regret this.

You nod, accepting his answer.

He pulls you close and hugs you. He kisses the top of your head and takes a deep breath before saying, “Have I ever told you about Geto?” You shake your head, you know next to nothing about the man. Gojo never told you, and you never asked. He strokes your hair and sighs. “Do you want to hear about him?” 

You nod, and Gojo tells you.

He tells you all about Geto — Suguru, as he calls him. You’ve never heard him speak so softly. He recounts his memories, smiling and even laughing at some parts. You listen to every word, and you don’t speak. You can tell, just from his words, that Gojo loved him, but you can also tell that he will always love Geto more than he loves you.

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Part 1 here

Part 2 is finally here! It took me forever to write, there’s a happy ending in this one I promise!

Satosugu x Fem! Reader

CW: Angst, mentions of death, mentions of blood, pet names (baby and angel), established relationship with Gojo, mentions of sex if you squint. A slight razzle dazzle of the Shibuya arc.

WC: 5.2k

Also do y’all like love and deadspace? Thinking of posting a Zayne one shot soon.

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Late hours of the night brought the city to life, lights glittered brightly and it hid the beauty of the stars in the dark sky. Any attraction given to the charm of nature was only given to the full moon, bright and massive with a tint of blood orange to it tonight— a fitting color for Halloween night. The streets of Shibuya littered with college students and foreigners from different countries that had come down to experience a party of a lifetime. Common and unique costumes alike wandered drunkenly on the pavement, stumbling not only over their feet but words as well.

Halloween night in Shibuya was known for its array of bars, genres of music that boomed loudly in the city, and the small community of party goers that it created— a splendid environment for extroverts. It set the perfect trap for those with intentions that were the least bit pure to bait and capture the great Satoru Gojo, the man that had dampened the lives of curses the moment he was born.

The night had begun like any other, Satoru stood in the rather large kitchen with a gray towelette resting on his shoulder. He wore an apron that wrapped tightly around his slender waist as he concentrated on perfecting his tonkatsu chicken for dinner. Quietly he hummed along to a random playlist on his phone, tongue sticking out slightly from the corner of his mouth. His back muscles flexed the moment he began cutting up vegetables for dinner.

You stood in the kitchen with your husband, preparing a sweet cream that would accompany the matcha swiss rolls you were working hard on. Satoru, being a greedy man, adored having sweet pastries after dinner made by his lovely wife. He constantly begged you for a delicious confection, coaxing you with a much needed massage, or even a bath for two which always ended in a moment of tangled moans. You never complained when it came to indulging his addiction to sugar, it was a mere excuse to spend time together in the kitchen for a couple of hours, even if you already spent a lot of time with him.

Satoru grabbed plates from the cupboard to assemble your dinner as you popped your tasty dessert in the oven. Sauntering over to the small dining table you began to set everything up, allowing Satoru to pull a chair out for you before setting your dinner in front of you. Together you savored the flavors of each item of food, sharing in conversation about mundane things that held no importance at the time.

As dessert cooled down from the oven both of you sat on the cozy sectional couch in your living room, sitting on his lap to feed him dessert. Giggling as he threw compliments your way like a love sick puppy dog after each bite. Even if you had been married to Satoru for three years now the two of you acted like teenagers in love.

You laid snuggled up in his side with his arms wrapped tightly around you, watching a movie, slowly dozing off. Before a perfect night could conclude, Satoru’s phone rang loudly, begging for attention obnoxiously snapping you out of a sleepy haze. Groaning loudly he reached for his phone, pressing the green accept button with a roll of his eyes, “What is it now, Nanami?”

The deep gentle voice of Nanami flowed through his phone as he pressed it to his ear, furrowing his brows as he listened along. Being the nosy person you were, you tried your hardest to listen to the conversation but his voice was muffled. Whatever Nanami was telling Satoru it appeared to be serious, his body stiffened underneath you, “Uh huh, be there soon.” Satoru’s slender finger clicked the red decline button before he tossed the mobile device to the side.

A loud groan escaped his lips, rubbing the length of his face with his hand. A sense of worry washed over you as you quickly sat up, “I'm sorry baby, but we gotta get going.” He stated, standing from the couch as he extended his hand down to help you up.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, a perplexed expression falling on your beautiful face.

“It seems a veil has been casted down in Shibuya. Non-sorcerers are trapped inside without a way out, sorcerers may move freely in certain areas, while others are blocked off.” The situation sounded grave, it was concerning to be left in the dark, nobody had any idea of who could possibly be behind it.

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Leaning back against a metal pole you let out a loud heaving breath, clutching your cursed tool tightly that the white of your knuckles were visible. The head of a deformed human was held in your hand, blood spilling against the tile before you discarded it on the floor. Your lungs felt as if they were on fire after the relentless pace of bolting through the crowded subway station, slicing each deformed human that came near you. Mahito had an endless supply of these things, spitting more out from his mouth in globs that it seemed nearly impossible to kill them all.

Satoru had been separated from you for a mere second which was absolutely devastating for the powerful sorcerer, his main goal as it always has been, was to keep you safe in the confinements of his limitless technique. But Hanami and Jogo had different plans, separating him from you the moment an opportunity presented itself. You were ultimately the biggest thing he cared about, the cursed spirits had an understanding that as long as you were near Satoru, he would be reckless in his movements. Without hesitation he would hurt those that stood near as he used infinite void to destroy the cursed spirits if it meant keeping you safe. A technique that without fail would earn him victory.

Mahito had been put in charge of tiring you out, to exhaust all of your cursed energy, he doubted your abilities believing that you were a mere weakling. But as soon as his doubt came, it quickly deteriorated, the blade of your Katana burned bright red and pink resembling a wildfire. It terrified yet intrigued the patch face curse to witness first hand, he had only been warned that you were a reversed curse technique user with the special ability of bringing back the dead. The power of your cursed energy, the way you transferred it to the blade burning it, causing it to turn a lovely shade of glowing orange-- excited him, “I never knew you’d be this much fun!” Mahito giggled, twirling with his arms extended like a child.

Wiping sweat from your brow a smirk etched itself on your face, “I didn’t expect you to be this annoying.” You hissed, gripping the handle of the katana, digging your heel into the ground preparing to race towards him.

The cursed spirit had become a nuisance rather quickly that it had gotten under your skin. Your main focus was to run downstairs towards Satoru to be by his side, where you belonged. You knew better than to be worried about him, he was the strongest after all but you couldn’t help it— something was off. Digging the ball of your foot on the tile ground you lunged forward, the fiery blade coming in contact with the cursed spirit. Mahito’s eyes widened as your movements caught him off guard, piercing through his abdomen causing a choked cough to escape him. You twist the blade, listening to the squelch of his organs before pulling the Katana away, “I’m getting sick of your shit.” Your words are dripping with venom.

Another cackle stems from his lips that it only manages to enrage you more. The moment you had arrived with Satoru to Shibuya, warning bells rang in your head, the thick layers of the veil were enough to give you a clear sign. “Awe, you don’t mean that.” Mahito cooed, jutting his lips in a pout.

Igniting the katana with more cursed energy, your legs lept into another sprint, quick to dodge a blow from Mahito’s fist that stretched out like a rubber band. The fiery blade makes contact with his abdomen once more earning a groan of pain from his lips, crimson blood decorating the blade of your katana as it’s ripped away from Mahitos stomach. You could feel the familiar burn in your lungs and the ache in your muscles from exhaustion, constantly running circles around him for the last thirty minutes was draining.

Annoyingly enough for the patch face curse, exerting your physical stamina would never be enough to exhaust the cursed energy stored in your body. You were far too calculating, too aware of how much energy you needed to exude from yourself in order to take an opponent down; it was infuriating. If Mahito hadn’t been instructed to keep you alive, he would have touched the essence of your soul and morphed you into a doll he could play with.

Mahito tilted his head, clutching his fists tightly almost as if he was preparing to send another attack your way. Instead, he snickered as his gaze drifted to the stairs that led to the lower level of the subway station, “Come play some more, doll.” he licked his lips almost predatory as he sprinted toward the stairs, listening to your feet not far behind him-- it was all according to plan.

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Cerulean eyes held a barbaric gaze, wild grin plastered on his face as his long legs took strides toward the volcano head curse, that coward in fear from the mere sight of him. His pale cheeks stained with crimson blood and his breath was frantic from eradicating deformed humans. The plan of separating him from you failed, ultimately he had released his infinite void domain for a tenth of a second to rid of the nuisances that were Mahito’s doing.

“You crying?” Satoru snickered as he stepped closer to Jogo, rage and adrenaline coursing through his veins; he felt like a god. His head tilted to the side in a mocking manner, dusting his blue blazer with a displeased look on his face, “I don’t take too kindly to being separated from my wife, you understand that… right, Jogo?”

Satoru had become fed up with the constant battle, the pathetic back and forth with curses that believed they could defeat him; he was a force to be reckoned with. As he stared at the trepidation in Jogo’s eyes; though it brought him satisfaction, he simply wanted to be at your side again to protect you. Reaching his large hand out, Saturo took a hold of Jogo’s arm, ripping the appendage off his body, a giggle escaping his lips. The curse let out a panicked yelp, trying his best to create distance between him and the six eyed sorcerer; he had to keep him busy for a few more minutes but it was starting to feel like an eternity to him. Being put against Satoru was pure misery for the volcano head.

He pushed through the crowd of frozen bodies that had been affected by his infinite void domain, finding joy in the chase. Jogo was quick on his feet but Satoru wasn’t too far behind, in his panic he found himself throwing balls of fire at the white haired man; bouncing off his limitless. Jogo knew it was a desperate attempt, that he would never be able to hit Gojo, his limitless too powerful.

Racing footsteps echoed throughout the lower level of the subway station, laughter bouncing off the walls; it sounded all too familiar to Jogo. His footsteps slowed down as the shadow of a figure danced along the wall, long blue hair flowing in the wind— Mahito appeared down the stairs, giggling like a maniac. The new presence halted Satoru the moment he laid eyes on you chasing after the patch face curse, your katana blazing an angry red.

His heart fluttered as relief washed over him; you were okay. His focus soon shifts towards you, the chase soon dispersing from his mind as Satoru’s feet quickly move in your direction; planning to shield you in the confinements of his limitless technique. It felt as though he had gone a lifetime separated from you, the worry had been gnawing at him. Yet he knew better, knew that you were capable of defending yourself in the face of danger, but it never made him worry any less.

Mahito raced toward Jogo, a smirk evident on his face, “Jogo, it’s time!” He exclaimed.

Milky hair came into your view, hand grasping your shoulder, pulling you into his side. His hold was firm as if to shield you from the world, hearing Mahito’s words was enough for the six eyes to sense a threat approaching. “Stay close to me.” Satoru instructed his jaw clenched tightly, you could only nod in response.

It was a late reaction as your eyes widened, feeling his firm body against yours; wanting to feel you close to him. Since the events that had perspired with Suguru a few years ago, Satoru kept you under lock and key like a guard dog protecting its home. It was rare for you to be out of his sight, never too far as the fear of losing you too stayed with him, sticking like gum. He requested the higher ups to keep you at Jujutsu High where you spent most of your days training the students and helping in the infirmary. While most of the teacher’s received missions often that required their attention, to keep you safe, he made sure you stayed busy at school. It was never that Satoru didn’t believe you to be capable of defending yourself or even that he doubted your abilities, he knew you were strong. But you were also the most precious thing in his life and he would be damned if even a tiny scratch scathed your pretty skin.

Jogo followed Mahito, a loud whistle erupting from his lips as if he were signaling something or someone. Satoru’s arms tightened around your waist as a figure appeared in the distance, responding to Jogo. Your throat felt tight as the silence was deafening, the footsteps rang loudly in your ears, the air impossibly thick. Instinctually your hand reached Satoru’s blazer to grasp it tightly, afraid to be separated from him once more.

“Satoru and Name, been awhile.” The voice was gentle, a silky melody that made your hearts drop to your stomachs. You knew that voice anywhere.

As the figure approached from the shadows of the subway tunnel, long raven hair entered your peripheral vision. Your grip on Satoru tightened, a lump forming in your throat that it felt as though it was closing up your esophagus. The face of the lover you lost to the grim reaper a few years ago now stood in front of you. Memories of his limp body falling in your arms that nearly crushed you, your wails and screams filling every crevice of your mind. Suguru’s bloody face flashed before your eyes, bringing you back to the field of the school-- begging Satoru that it didn’t have to end this way. You blinked a few times as he approached, how was a dead man walking? You looked up at Satoru as if asking for reassurance that he too was seeing the same thing as you. His jaw was clenched, his face drained of any color, and his lip quivered slightly-- he saw him too. “You’re the one behind this?” You blurted, unable to halt the words from escaping.

Suguru smirked, he appeared to be looking around him with admiration at the chaos that the curses caused. His coffee eyes soon focused on the two of you, “I guess so,” he chuckled, he took a step closer, “Didn’t you miss me?”

Satoru dug his nails inside of his palm the longer he stared at Suguru. His features were the same as if he had never died, as if he never left his lovers. He gritted his teeth preparing his red technique, to muster the courage to do it all over again-- to end it, but he couldn’t, “My six eyes keep telling me it’s Suguru Geto, but my heart and soul know otherwise!” He hissed, the agony he felt evident in his voice.

“So observant.” He cooed. Suguru tossed a metal cube in front of you, using the shock of the situation to his advantage. The cube opened, quick to entrap your wrists and Satoru’s tightly like cuffs.

The raven haired man reached up and pulled at the stitches engraved in his forehead, pulling up his scalp to reveal Kenjaku, a curse that has the ability to use the victim's body as his own. “Someone was kind enough to leave this body for me.”

Kenjaku’s words confused you. Satoru had taken you to the crematorium after Suguru’s death, a place where they laid sorcerer's to rest. It was a small place just outside Kyoto, surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Satoru had picked this crematorium for this reason. Suguru admired the pink color, the sweet aroma the flowers brought each season. At the time he picked an apartment with a cherry blossom tree in the backyard. Every spring he would pick the flowers to make mochi, sitting outside to delight in the sweet confection with the two of you. The cherry blossom tree held a special meaning for the both of you, it was Suguru.

The white haired man had taken you by the hand, leading you to a small koi pond. A marble tombstone with Suguru’s name had come into view, a few flowers already scattered on his grave. You reached out your fingertips to trace his name, tears rolling down your face as the reality had finally set in that he was gone. You remember setting down his favorite tea and Cherry blossom mochi that you and Satoru had stayed up all night to make that wasn’t nearly as good as his. It never made sense to you as to why your husband never allowed you to have an urn with Suguru’s ashes. You had begged him, pleaded with him to let you have that last piece of him but Satoru insisted he’d be better off somewhere lovely. His ashes were placed in the ground that would one day make a cherry blossom tree.

As he stood here now, you realized Satoru had never gotten rid of Suguru’s body. That when he had instructed Shoko to take him to get cremated it had never happened. The grave you had spent hours at, talking to him, dropping him gifts-- it was empty. “What?” You choked, your eyes immediately falling on your snowy haired lover.

Satoru avoided your gaze, dropping his head to the ground ashamed that a secret he had held onto for so long had finally come to light. He had planned to tell you one day, but as time passed and visits to Suguru’s ‘grave’ became more frequent-- he couldn’t. Kenjaku tsked, “What a pity, it was quite simple to retrieve this body. Surprised you would be so weak to not tell her.”

You winced at his mocking tone, each word stung deeper than a knife. Satoru had lied to you, kept you away from resurrecting the man you each had spent decades loving. You understood Suguru’s values would never match up to your own, that his existence alone was a threat to human society, and yet, none of it mattered. The love you held in your heart for him was much greater than the mistakes he had made, than the lives he had taken. You could never see him as a monster, Suguru had always been misunderstood. “Sato-”

He shook his head, cutting you off, “How much longer are you going to let it control you, Suguru?!” Satoru called out.

Suguru’s hand began to twitch, his hand lunging forward at his own throat causing Kenjaku to laugh in amusement, “I’ve never had a body fight back before. How entertaining.”

“You’re one of the strongest, don’t let it consume you, Sugu.” You added, his hand doing anything it can to choke the curse living inside of him.

Kenjaku laughed, peeling each finger off his neck with brute force, “Times up.” The cube that had surrounded you and Satoru slowly began to close, muffling the sounds of the outside world as it entrapped you inside its prison-- each surrounding going black.

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The prison realm was compact, reeking of death from the various skeletons from past prisoners that surrounded you. The bones made for an uncomfortable mattress, Satoru had laid you on top of his body to provide you some form of cushion. It was silent in the metal box that imprisoned you compared to the noisy outside world that continued with or without you, it was a bleak thought. You laid your head on your husband’s chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to suppress your tears, the last thing you wanted was to be near him. Your heart felt heavy in your chest almost like a fifty pound weight rested there, it ached an agonizing pain that you could barely ignore it.

Satoru’s heart steadily beat against your ear, the only other sound that could be heard besides his breaths. He held you tightly, his arm around your waist and the other moved from your hair to infront of your eyes, obscuring your vision to total darkness, “Don’t think.” He murmured.

Your lips quivered, his words setting off each emotion you felt deeply, a choked sob raking your body. A few of your tears touched the palm of his hand, Satoru’s heart stung the more you gripped his hand, whimpering like an injured puppy. It pained him to see the damage his actions had caused, he swore to himself that he would tell you the truth on Suguru’s birthday. The day you had tirelessly baked a chocolate cake for hours in the kitchen, trying to perfect it just for him. Dolling yourself up in the mirror, that day you made sure to wear Suguru’s favorite dress that he had bought for you, a white one that made you appear like an angel sent from above. When you sat at his tombstone with balloons, cake, and sunflowers, lighting up candles on the cake as you and Satoru sang him happy birthday. He promised then that he would tell you, but he never did.

He kissed the top of your head, holding his hand still over your teary eyes, providing the only darkness he knew would calm you down. It was his form of silencing the world around you, allowing you to focus on the atmosphere around you-- acknowledging each emotion you felt that you often failed to discern. “Don’t think, just focus.” Satoru instructed once more.

Another wail left your lips that caused him to wince, holding you tighter as he buried his face in your hair. A tear slid down his face as he listened to you cry, he hated himself for the agony he had caused you. Holding his wrist tighter to keep his hand as a blind fold you listened to the quiet atmosphere around you, that stench of death that made your stomach churn reminding you of the prison you were in. Trying to grasp at the emotions that overwhelmed you, “How could you do this to me?” You choked out.

Nuzzling his cheek against your hair, you could feel the wetness-- he was crying. Satoru held onto you as his life depended on it, petrified that if he let go that you would disappear and leave him alone in this cruel world. The person he loved with his entire being, the one he would sacrifice his own life for in a heartbeat because you were absolutely everything to him. He felt like an idiot for lying to you, the truth always came out, he was a fool for believing otherwise, “Baby, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” Satoru croaked, “I wanted to tell you, I was going to tell you but I…”

“Decided to be selfish and lie to me instead?”

“Name-”

“No, you thought I’d be reckless and bring him back,” You shoved his hand away, sitting up on him, “Didn’t you?”

Your face was flushed, sticky with tears that persisted on falling from your eyes. Your chest heaving up and down, a clear indication that you were furious at him. Satoru sat up, averting his gaze from those pretty sad eyes of yours-- he felt sick. “Look at me!” You pleaded, taking a hold of his chin to force him to look at the hurt he caused.

He placed his hands on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze as he found the strength to muster words, “I did.”

You dropped your hand from his chin, dropping your gaze to his abdomen as you frantically wiped at your tears. He doubted you, but was he wrong? His death had affected you gravely that it took months to cope, even now you still struggled on certain days. Suguru’s birthday was the hardest date to get by, alongside the day he passed, those days you wore his clothes that had already lost his scent. You drank his favorite tea even if you preferred coffee, you just wanted to feel close to him again. Satoru clung onto you those days, he sought after your comfort-- as you did his. It was silent around your home for long periods of time, embracing each other tightly to communicate how much you missed him, to remind one another that you were still here.

Suguru’s spot in bed remained untouched, a cold spot that reminded you of the once warm body that lay there. His things never left your house, not even after you and Satoru moved to a new home, there was always a piece of him there. Thinking now, if Satoru had told you that Shoko stored his body somewhere safe you would have spent days, even months searching for it-- you’d bring him back. You had been blessed with the ability to bring those back from the dead, it didn't matter how long they were gone, if the body was well preserved you could bring them back. Playing with death would have its consequences someday, but you would have risked it for Suguru. Your husband wasn’t wrong to hide the truth from you, you couldn’t let Suguru go.

“I would have.” You chuckled bitterly, resting your forehead against Satoru’s, “I still would.”

His hand cupped your cheek, gently wiping away the fat tears that cascaded down your face, “I know.”

“I miss him, Toru.”

“Me too, baby.”

You stared up at the black sky, Kenjaku now had Suguru’s body. It was a harsh reality. While he created chaos as your deceased lover, you were locked away in a box, hoping to be rescued by the other sorcerers. The time of when you’d be free from this hell wasn’t certain nor was it definite, you relied on those outside to save you; you had faith. Once freed, it was inevitable that Satoru would fight against Kenjaku, face the reality of hurting Suguru’s body once more-- something he hadn’t forgiven himself for. “I can bring him back, once we get out… I can bring Sugu back.” You blurted.

Satoru sucked in a breath at your words, it had never left your mind to bring him back. He knew you still thought of the days where it was just the three of you, he did too. The six eyes craved to have his old life back where the raven haired man was in the picture, his gentle smile, his soft voice-- he missed it all. It sounded like a dream come true to have that life back, perhaps the old Suguru would return, at least that’s what he told himself.

His silence was deafening, “Please,” You choked, more tears fell from your eyes, “Please let me bring him back, Toru. We can eat mochi under cherry blossom trees again, just like we used to. You can drag us out of bed on snow days and I won’t complain, I promise. Then he’ll scold you for eating too many sweets and for buying candy behind his back. Please… I-” Your head fell against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck, pleading with him over and over again.

He buried his face in your hair once more, holding the back of your head with his hand, gently rocking your bodies together. Satoru wanted that fantasy life more than anything, your promises sounded like honey. It was a life that had once been reality before Suguru disappeared to pursue his own ideals, a life that remained cherished. Satoru cried with you, biting his lip to suppress his whimpers; he knew better. Suguru had changed, too stuck in his ways, his values so engraved in his brain that it was impossible to persuade him differently. His own lovers couldn’t stray him from the society he saw fit, Suguru would return to his old ways-- Satoru would let him, neither of you would deny him that anymore and that terrified him. “We can’t.” His voice weak, the words struggled to come out almost as if he didn’t believe what he was telling you.

Your body shook with each sob that left your lips, each tear staining his navy blazer. Your husband held you tighter, silence loomed overhead as you both cried. In the end the both of you knew that your love for Suguru remained, neither of you have stopped grieving him. “I can’t let him go.” You rasped.

It was Satoru’s turn to sob, cradling your head in his hand. The rocking of your bodies pacified the emotions from causing anxiety, his body was warm— a big protective blanket that you found yourself sinking into further. A sharp pang spread through his heart as he reminisced on the past. It would be selfish to bring him back, to turn the world upside down as Satoru and you finally stood by him. He couldn’t let him go either.

Pulling back from the hug, Satoru cupped his hands on both of your cheeks, he was a selfish man. Two selfish lovers disregarding the pain of the innocent for a love unforgotten.

He had lived for others, sacrificed himself for the greater good. Satoru constantly fought tooth and nail to protect the weak, constantly worrying about you because the weak could not control their cursed energy— curses would continue to be born. But they were only human. The guilt was gnawing at him, his thoughts spiraled out of control the more he looked at his precious wife. Suguru was right, it was your turn to be happy.

“Okay, once we get out of here… let’s get our Sugu back, angel.”

Maybe it was selfish, but neither of you cared anymore. The decision had been made. When the prison realm freed you, and the battle became a gruesome bloody mess. With Kenjaku ripped from Suguru’s body, you did the only thing you knew— resurrect the man that held onto your hearts after all these years.

As he wrapped his arms around you both, holding you close. The smell of cedar wood and jasmine enveloped you like he never left, he held your dizzying body tightly that felt exhausted after using up your cursed energy for the day. Perhaps it wasn’t selfish, the long lost lover had returned, never to be separated from either of you again.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

#angst #geto suguru #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #love #polyamory #satosugu #satosugu x reader #suguru geto #satorugojo #happy ending #multi #multiple #shibuya #prison realm #mahito #jogo jjk #hanami jjk #jjk gojo #jjk geto

[arysbruv]

Overtime - A New Customer [prologue]

You’re new to town, only having moved here a week ago. After exploring for a while, you found a quaint little cafe near your work with amazing coffee and a hot barista! Thus, that place has become your regular visit after work.

Meanwhile, Nanami Kento has been a worker at the cafe for a long time; working there after his regular job for a few extra bucks. The people who visit are always the same boring people, that is until a new visitor comes in and shows him a new world.

pairings: nanami kento x gn!reader

warnings and whatnots: cafe au! turning into a series! Nothing much happening in this chapter. Haibara mentions 💕💕 I hope you enjoy’

MASTERLIST | -> NEXT |

Tokyo was beautiful.

When people told you that the place was busy and stunning, you never thought it would be like this. Yet, as you rounded your way through the innards of the city, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe get instilled into you.

The sun was setting. The golden rays of light hitting the scenery and causing the landscape to grow in beauty. You smile to yourself.

You recently moved in from a smaller town outside of Tokyo, having gained a good office job in the big city. It had been a week and you were still baffled by the complexities and intricacies of the city. You always found a new area to explore every time you went out.

Today, you decided to check out your new office. It was a Monday, and you wouldn’t start working until tomorrow, so you thought it would be a good idea to get a gist of your surroundings. As you rounded into an alleyway near your office building, you spot a small sign lit up with LED. You tilt your head, heading towards it. Excitement growing in you as you realise it was a cafe.

How fortunate! Lord knows you would need a coffee after a hard day’s work. You hope that the coffee in that place was good.

Entering the cafe, a small bell rung, announcing your presence. The cafe was quiet, only a few people sat there on their laptops, working. There was a small queue.

That must mean it’s good. You think to yourself.

Heading towards the counter, you look at the coffee and teas on the menu. All of them looked so creative and good! Your mouth salivated as you read the descriptions. What should you get?

•

Nanami was done with his job. But, he needed the money.

The cafe was slow but brought forth a sizeable income, mixed in with his 9-5 job, he had a good flow of cash flowing into his account. He sighed as he made another iced matcha latte, listening to his coworker, Haibara, chatting away to the elderly lady in front of him. How was he so energetic at the time of day?

The soft sound of the bell ring through the cafe, announcing the arrival of another customer. Nanami quickly glanced up, noticing your figure walk in, looking at the menu. He had never seen you before. Normally, the people who go to this cafe were regulars. Seldom came new customers.

He shrugs it off, continuing to make the coffee and putting it on the counter, calling out the person’s name. He leaves it there as he goes to make another order.

Raspberry frappe.

He moves quickly. He had gotten used to the mechanics of each machine he had to use, making him quite quick in preparing all the orders. That’s why he had always been the one making the coffee whilst Haibara handled the customers. Haibara was more amicable. He was pleasant to talk to and could break down people’s walls easily. That’s how he and Nanami became friends quickly. Haibara was patient with people. Not to say he wasn’t, but he would rather handle the backstage work then talk to the crowd.

A tap on the glass followed by a small ‘excuse me’ pulls him from his thoughts. He looks to his side, noticing you looking at him through the pastry case. You give him a soft smile.

“Yes?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. “You need to line up if you are to order a pastry.”

You lean back, standing straighter. “Hm, no, I wanted to order a drink, but I don’t know what’s good. Do you have any recommendations?”

Nanami thinks for a second. No one had really asked him that. He wasn’t prepared to answer such questions. He left those to Haibara. He glanced at the brown-haired boy who was now quickly talking away with another customer. Truth be told, he had never really drank any of the drinks. He found them to be a bit too expensive on his budget.

“I…” He trails off, not knowing what to say. He glanced at his hand. “The strawberry frappe is good.” He manages out.

You give him an encouraging smile, pleased with his answer. Somehow, that made him more motivated to speak.

“Truthfully, I’ve never drank anything here. But, our most popular items are Iced Matcha Latte, the Butterfly Tea, and our Strawberry frappe.”

You nod along, giving him a smile. “Thank you sir!” You say, moving to the back of the line.

His eyes follow you as you move. He nods at you before continuing on with his work.

•

You walk up to the counter finally, smiling at the brown haired boy in front of you.

“Hi! I’m Haibara. What would you like?” He asks positively, his voice full of care and love. You smile back at him, recalling what his coworker had said.

“I’d like the Butterfly Tea please.”

He smiles jotting down the order, making quick conversation with you about your name, the level of sugar you want and ice.

“Are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before!” Haibara finally lets out, masking his excitement. You nod, explaining that you had gotten a new job recently which caused you to move here.

The conversation between the two of you didn’t fall on deaf ears to Nanami. As he made your drink, he listened offhandedly to your conversations He listened up until you went to the side to let the customer behind you order. You smile at Haibara before moving to the end where your drink would end up, watching Nanami focus on mixing your drink up.

“Your drink.” He says to you, handing the drink to you. You give him a warm smile, taking it from him. Your fingers grazed his cold hands.

“I like your hair.” You state nonchalantly, pointing over to his blonde hair.

If you were being perfectly honest, the barista whom you didn’t know the name of was quite good looking. Hell, he was handsome. If the coffee wasn’t good, maybe you would just come over to gawk and admire the blonde haired man who made drinks. He couldn’t have been any older than you. Maybe… you shake the thought away. First week in the city and you’re already having thoughts on marrying the first hot guy you see.

The unnamed barista smiles at your compliment, nodding politely. Your eyebrows lower down slightly, saddened a bit by his lack of conversation. It was no wonder why Haibara was the one treating the customer and not him.

Either way, you move towards the entrance again, waving goodbye as you leave, fully intending to come visit again even if the drinks were bad.

#nanami x you #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #kento nanami #jjk kento #kento nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk nanami #nanamin #kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu sorcerer

[saintkaylaa]

𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚎 🗞️ —

❝𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕!❞

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: kayla (nickname)

𝙰𝚐𝚎: twenties

𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢: latina— puerto rican

𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜: english, spanish, some french

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: she/her

𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜: attack on titan, jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, demon slayer, spy x family, buddy daddies, horimiya, fruits basket, my dress up darling, my love story with yamada-kun, solo leveling, kamisama kiss, death note, bleach, & more—

𝙾𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: full-time asm & full-time student

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎: Levi!!, Eren, Choso!!, Suguru, Nanami, Hiromi, Aki!, Angel Devil, Kishibe, Rengoku!, Giyu…

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎…

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛: white, pink, green, neutrals

𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎: attack on titan

𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔: water, coffee, matcha, dr. pepper, ginger ale, malta

𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚍: rice, pasta, puerto rican food, asian food

#saintkaylaa navigation 🧳

[bleubrri]

αвσυт мє !

𓆙 nia, twenty, black

𓆙 they/she, queer, uk

𓆙 aquarius☼, scorpio☽, virgo↑

✩ likes: matcha lattes, berry candles, baking cookies, tattoos, enoki mushrooms, the beach, maximalism, weed, cats, crocs with jibbitz, skincare, wide leg jeans, afro picks, platform shoes

✩ dislikes: washing the dishes, bugs, b*kugo k*tsuki, raisins and sultanas, bloody marys, mint chocolate chip ice cream, orange flavoured stuff, open mouth chewers, exams, square acrylics, central london

ƒαη∂σмѕ !

𓆙 jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, demon slayer, death note, saiki k, hunter x hunter, kuroko no basket, yuri on ice, banana fish, my hero acedamia, sk8 the infinity, tokyo revengers, spy x family, haikyuu, chainsaw man

ƒαν ¢нαяα¢тєяѕ:

✩ attack on titan: jean, armin, reiner, levi, connie, zeke, eren

✩ jujutsu kaisen: toji, nanami, itadori, yuuta, maki, toge

✩ haikyuu: tsukishima, ukai, kageyama, shimizu, kenma, kuroo, bokuto

others: rengoku, obanai, L, kusuo saiki, aiura mikoto, illumi, kurapika, murasakibara, shintaro midorima, junpei hyuga, yuri plisetsky, aizawa, hawks, dabi, tomura, ken ryuguji, baji, mitsuya, kunigami rensuke, itoshi brothers

кιηкѕ !

✩ favs → spit/cumplay, size kink, creampie, breeding, age gaps (LEGAL ones), anal, corruption and little virgins getting so worked up they cum in their pants, hybrids, monsterfuckin’, dumbification

✩ HARD NO’S → rape & cnc, incest/stepcest, any bodily fluids that aren’t spit or cum, age/race/slaveplay, vore, pedophilia

#(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ navi !

[bokutosmochi]

MY BACK ARCHED LIKE A CAT MY POSITION COULDN'T STOP (YOU WERE HITTING IT) or jjk men's k!nks

what's it? smut

allergen warning/s? fem!reader, somnophilia, bondage, blindfolding, wax play, collaring, anal, double penetration, usage of toys (anal plug and vibrator), biting, voyeurism, spit, mild(?) petplay, degradation, dacryphilia, d/s dynamic (master honorific used), edging, oral m!receiving, mild praise kink, size kink, marking (name carving with fingernails), blood, sukuna's.. unusual mouths, sukuna all cocked up (he has two dicks. trueform!sukuna should be a warning in and of itself tbh), choking, overstimulation, name-calling, wow this is a long list, i'm so sorry :DD

name for the order? gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen

sugar level? 2.7k

regulars? @hanayanetwork​ @takipnet​ @tokyometronetwork​

bon appetit!

GOJO SATORU:

voyeurism

the two of you were in the teacher's lounge, the only person in the room was nanami kento who was dead set on ignoring gojo and the lovesick displays of affection he gave you, from how he rubbed your noses together, to the way he noisy kissed your neck, leaving hickies in his wake. the younger of the two continued to read through he book he held in one of his hand, and nurse the steaming cup of chamomile tea in the order, not paying any mind to the wet noises. truthfully, if the white-haired sorcerer had it his way, he'd be making out with you, but alas, your mouth was too busy with the lollipop you were sucking on. but then again, nothing really stopped him from getting what he wanted, so with a smirk on his lips, he pulled the confectionery from your lips into his own, even with the string of saliva that connected you to it. he hummed out at the flavor of the candy before crushing it into two pieces with his teeth, and delving into your mouth. he used your surprised gasp so he could slip his tongue into your mouth, and push the shattered sugary treat onto yours. the kiss was sweet, there was a lingering taste of strawberry on his tongue that sneaked into your mouth and you were hooked. so much so that you didn't hear the other man in the room tsk and stand up to walk away. you only noticed when satoru broke the kiss to address him "nanamin, don't leave me! you know how much i love sweets! couldn't help it!" with a shit-eating grin on his face.

pet play

you were standing in the walk-in closet you shared with satoru, looking through the different collars he bought for you stored neatly in one of the drawers. earlier that day, your boyfriend texted you something about how much he needed his little kitty, how much his cock ached for their kitty cunt so you were doing what any good pet would do. a few minutes later, you found yourself kneeling in front of the doorway satoru was about to come through any time soon. you had all of his favorites on -- his favorite cat ears, his favorite collar and leash, even his favorite tail plug. after all, he needed you. so imagine his delight upon finding you the moment he opens the door being such a good girl for him. he takes his blindfold off and reaches for you who paws at his sleeves. "that's a nice kitty," he mumbles against your lips. when he stands back up to his full height, he has your leash in his hand and he's gently tugging on it, leading the way to the leather couch in your living room. he sits down with a groan that sends a shiver all the way down to your pussy before he's unbuckling his belt, and pulling his already-hard cock out of his boxers. the way the heavy muscle slaps against his clothed stomach makes your mouth water, and so does the way his hand winds the leash tighter, forcing you to come closer to his groin. "put that cute lil mouth of yours to good use, would ya kitty?"

GETO SUGURU

degradation

fat tears were going down your cheeks which were squished together by a large, warm hand as you laid on your back below geto. "aw, c'mon, darling. i know you can do better than that." he mockingly cooed at you while you sobbed. he leaned down so his words would fan over the shell of your ear, knowing exactly what it did to you -- how it got you so much more aroused. "beg for me like the good little slut you are." that's how he liked you the most -- needy and whiny under him. the best part was that you couldn't even do the simple little thing he asked you to because of how his cock is pistoning in and out of your pussy right now. the best you could muster up were pitiful babbles of his name. you already knew that suguru's stamina was unmatched, but this is something else. you've been going at it for so long now, and he's still as ruthless as ever, yet despite that, you haven't been able to taste the sweet sensation of cumming even one time tonight. he's just been edging you, taking you to the blink of a toe-curling orgasm, then tearing it away from you at the last minute. "i can do this all night, sweetheart." he panted, a light sheen of sweat covering his body making some strands of long black hair stick to his face. "if you wanna cum, you have to beg for it like a good little cocksleeve." the smirk on his face only widened when your pussy tightened around his dick -- a telltale sign that you were about to have an orgasm. "fuck! g-geto please! lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease-" you managed to gasp out before his hand rubbed circles on your clit and letting you cum for the first time that night. "go ahead and cum on my cock, whore."

master kink

you were kneeling by the side of the door inside geto's office, the way he said you should greet someone as powerful as him. your head was down, your eyes staring at the hardwood floor, and your hands were folded neatly on your lap as you waited for his arrival which should be pretty soon. he just has a quick meeting with a couple of other curse users about storming jujutsu tech. when the door opens, you keep your gaze where it is, even when you feel a heavy hand pat you on the head. "welcome back, master suguru." the words are honeyed, dripping in sweet nectar as it spills from your lips and geto couldn't help the smile that graces his face as he sees just how well he's trained you in such a short amount of time. hell, he even has you wearing a skimpy french maid outfit knowing full well someone could storm into the room at anytime. it was a sad excuse of an outfit too, made out of scraps of black and baby pink lace and a silk ribbon that tied behind your back -- somewhat resembling an apron. "can i help you with anything, master suguru?" you ask as he passes you to sit down on his normal spot. the sound of his clothes shuffling doesn't go unnoticed, and even though you always asked him that question whenever you see him, it feels like today, it carries another meaning. "be a good koneko and put that mouth to good use."

FUSHIGURO TOJI

spitting

being gentle with you in the bedroom was never something toji regularly indulged in at the best of times, now think of how rough he is whenever he gets possessive of you. he doesn't get jealous, he's perfectly aware of how much you love him (and how no one can fuck you like he does), but still, there are times where people try to flirt with you even though you already told them you were taken and it gets on his nerves. "fuck, you're mine, aren't cha, princess?" the scar on the corner of his lips rises as you nod wildly, "yes! yes! a-all yours toji!" it was clear as day that you're drunk on the way his cock repeatedly slams into your pussy, weeping of your arousal. "d'ya think any of those guys can even begin to match up to me? hmm?" tears are running down your cheeks as he begins to rub circles onto your clit. "no! your cock's the best! 'm yours! 'm yours!" he grips your waist tighter, and you know that it'll undoubtedly leave fingertip-shaped marks on you, but at that moment, you couldn't get yourself to care. "all. fucking. mine." he punctuated every word with a bruising thrust that made you clamp down on him. "you wanna cum f' me?" he asks, and the moment you nod, he tells you to open wide which you mindlessly do, mind too hazy to think through his words. he then spits the saliva that's been pooling in his mouth into yours, but it's not like you mind. you get all warm and fuzzy inside when he pats your hair with praises of good girl and gives you permission to swallow, and to cum.

size kink

it all started when he came home to you wearing one of his black t-shirts as you were just finishing up preparing that night's dinner. he felt like he was slowly losing his mind seeing the way it was so tiny on you, the way it engulfed your figure, the way you looked so cozy and comfortable in it. and the way you smelled like him. it made something in his brain snap. the next thing he knew, he's thanking the gods because you were already turning off the stove and the rice cooker's already unplugged, and the next thing you knew, you were on his shoulder, one of his muscular arms snug around you and getting carried to the bedroom. he's stripped you of his shirt - turns out that was the only thing you were wearing. maybe you planned this out all along - and did the same with the clothing that's obscuring his naked body from yours. it didn't matter what size you were, whether you're a xs or a xl, his figure dwarfed yours, and that fact was enough to make his groan and get his dick ridiculously hard. there was nothing more he wanted to bury his cock inside you, but he knew he had to prep you first so he buried his tongue and his thick fingers into your cunt first, letting them get you nice and wet before his cock bullied its way inside your tiny cunt.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

marking

his smirk grew as a wicked idea crossed his mind while he was fucking you from the back. two of his hands eased up their hold on your hips, going down to your ass where he dug his nails in deep into your flesh, enough to draw blood. then, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, letting your body press completely inside his as his stomach mouth licked all of the red fluids off. he wasn't done with you yet though. his thrusts were smaller now, putting a tiny bit of space between, then completely eliminating it. one of his hands wandered to the side of your hip, then his finger started to carve his name into your delicate skin sukuna ryomen. he pulled you against him harshly, letting your back collide with his chest as he bared his teeth and bit into the flesh of your neck, as well as the area around your collarbones, all the while his other hand busied itself with etching his name into your stomach, then your thighs for everyone in the village to see. now, sukuna isn't really the type of boyfriend who cares about the things you wear, but after this, he would definitely desire seeing you strolling around with him in more revealing clothes, small, pretty dresses that would show off the marks he left on you.

choking

you were sobbing fat tears as sukuna continued to push the bullet vibrator up against your clit while both of his cocks were stuffed into both of your holes, his heavy balls resting snuggly against the plumpness of your ass. "'y think that was funny, brat?" he snarled at you with his a deep set frown on his handsome face. "you dare to oppose me-" one of his hands were on your face, squeezing your cheeks tighter "like i'm not the king of curses." and for the hundredth time that night, you were begging for his forgiveness; for his mercy. the only thing was, he was not that kind. maybe you did push his buttons a bit too much during one of his meetings with the person set to help you both with your wedding. "y'know, i'm real kind to you, sweetheart. but there are times where brats like you have to be put in their place." he turned the vibrator up higher, making you squeal and reflexively kick your legs -- kicking his in the process. you were quick to blubber out apologies the best as you can from how overstimulated you are, the same way he was quick to wrap an abnormally large hand around your throat. "really brat? you don't know when to stop do you?" he cocked his head as his hold tightened making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

NANAMI KENTO

somnophilia

you woke up earlier than you were supposed to. the alarm on your phone wasn't going to ring in another hour still, but there was something that woke you up; something uncomfortable. there was a large mass against the back of your thigh which was weird because the only thing behind you was nanami- oh. a quick glance to the man himself would tell you what exactly that large mass was. the mere sight of it made you rub your legs together and lick your lips. i mean, the two of you have already had this conversation before, right? so this was fine, right? you thought before heading down under the covers and cupping his morning wood through his black boxer briefs. seeing as it had no effect on him, you decided to pull them down and jerk him off in your hand slowly, letting him grow some more, then finally putting your mouth on him. nothing he did made it seem like he was awakened by your ministrations, but he did make more sounds than he usually did whenever he's conscious -- a symphony of deep groans and grunts and uncontrolled thrusts of his hips. it was only when you hollowed your cheeks, sucking on the tip of his cock did he wake, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing circles onto the skin as he cooed at you, "what a nice thing to wake up to, darling. expect me to return the favor when you're done, yeah?"

bdsm

he loves the way you react to him, he loves how he knows your body so well. the way you squirm when he tilts the lit candle over your body so the melted wax would drip onto your body, your perfect skin -- whatever the condition of your skin is, it's perfect to him and that's how he describes it. he thinks the color of the special black candles he bought just for this particular occasion looked so pretty against your skin color and he lives for moments like this. you're so vulnerable - and if he takes a moment to think, the corner of his lips upturn because of the amount of trust you put in him -, blindfolded by his black-spotted tie, and all tied up on the bedframe. he didn't feel like doing anything intricate tonight; he just tied all four of your limbs onto all four bedposts. "'namin, 'namin plea- ah" you whimper was cut short when you suddenly feel two fingers on your clit, collecting your juices, then dipping down to your cunt, quivering and clenching around nothing. nghh! your toes curl when you then feel the sting of the freshly melted wax on the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. "don't worry, sweetheart. i'll take care of you, hmm?"

i get: reblog

you get: a badger

#order of the day! #order up for gojo! #order up for geto! #order up for nanami! #order up for toji! #order up for sukuna! #one matcha mochi #one kona coffee mochi #with a side of pineapple italian ice #gojo #gojo x reader #gojo one shot #gojo smut #geto #geto x reader #geto one shot #geto smut #nanami #nanami x reader #nanami one shot #nanami smut #toji #toji x reader #toji one shot #toji smut #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna one shot #sukuna smut

[little-bubble-of-chaos]

About me!

✦ I am 🇻🇳 Vietnamese!

✦ ADHD + forever low energy + messed up sleep schedule + gradual descent into insanity

✦ Current hyperfixations: Hunter x Hunter, Twisted Wonderland, Hazbin Hotel

✦ I like ... — sea life, drawing and doodling, music, sweets and pastries, plushies, crows and owls, Greek mythology, shades of blue, anything strawberry/matcha <3

✦ I don't like ... — clowns, irl socialising with people, spicy food, onions, children, being sick so often :( , NSFW stuffs.

✦ 💙My oshis💙: Percy Jackson (PJO); Kakyoin Noriaki, Leone Abbacchio (JJBA); Deuce Spade, Floyd Leech, Trey Clover (Twst); Nanami Kento (JJK); Leviathan, Satan (Obey Me!); Rarity, Sunset Shimmer (MLP)

✦ Feel free to ramble about your fixations, request something or just be here for the vibes ٩(•ᴗ•)۶

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[ushiwhacka]

Hey girl… feel free to edit or switch things out but this is your prompt x (if any typos sorry I’m dyslexic for real and I was typing this in clinic since I had a cancellation.)

Nervousness was never considered synonymous with Mayor Gojo. He was the ‘public fave’ who exuded an air of confidence that people gravitated towards.

But today was an important day.

As promised by Agent Kirstein, Satoru was going to be the proud, populist mayor that rid his city of The Puppeteer and was going to be the one with deliver the warrant and Front-Page-worthy warning to the ‘bitch’. The man should be happy, elated, anxious perhaps, but still ready to woo the crowd and pose for the

The typically cocksure, white haired man quietly fussed with his tie and the pin on his lapel as he read the press conference pointers that Anika compiled for him, over and over until the words began to blur.

Anika let herself into the office after hearing no response to. Half expecting him to be asleep or on his phone, it came as a shock that Satoru was…

Worried?

He didn’t even look up at her or whine her name as per custom whenever her needed her, noticed her or simply wanted to annoy her. Satoru was silent and extremely pensive.

Gojo’s beloved ’Nikaaaaaa’ (The Chief of Staff/helpless victim of his jests) shut the door loudly to get his attention and yet still there was no response, not even a flinch.

“Hmm.” The woman squinted curiously. She kicked off her heels and harrumphed, pressing her back against the office door, waiting for him to respond.

Still, Nothing.

Her spirit was soured. Her gut knew something was wrong but what. It couldn’t be that he was actually…

“Alright,” Anika rolled her eyes. Walking over to the mini-bar. “Spit it out Gojo, what’s wrong this time?”

Still, Nothing.

Not even a peep.

Anika looked at his reflection in the glass cabinet and her stomach sank. This was uncanny. Gojo quietly placed the paper down, creased by how furiously he held on to it…

The Kabalians: The Press Conference

Summary: Mayor Gojo and DA Nanami officially announce the search for Rose Armitage. Will she accept this turn of events? Or will she turn to chaos as the ultimate weapon?

Part: 21 | > 22 < | 23

Lost? Check out "The Timeline" or "Season 1 Recap"

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, mentions of violence, revenge porn

FAO: @nathalunalune @nakaharaslove @dassmyname @nighttimescribbles @shrekisshrimpthesimp @tonaken @slavanimesimp @killerbananas

She’s wished for this since the very first time they met. To see his huge ego deflated and mouth shut. But the reality of it was far from satisfying. Satoru looks downright dejected, movements slow and his sparkling sapphire eyes worryingly dull. This doesn’t feel like a triumph, it feels wrong. And the anxiety settles like lead in her belly. 

Nika wiggles her body in between his sturdy oak desk and himself and takes the chewed-out paper out of his hands. What she should be thinking about is the press conference, the impact on his term, and chances for reelection. Still, all she can see is his vulnerability and his need for support. Her support. 

Wordlessly, Gojo slumps forward, burying his face in her chest. The familiar scent of matcha and tea soothes his nerves. For just a brief moment he can forget the sour taste in his mouth, the persistent trepidation he can’t seem to shake off. And as he feels her nails lightly dragging across his scalp he wishes the clocks would just stop, then they could stay like this forever. Watch the storm from a distance, a small infinity away. 

“I know you think I’m just a spoiled man-child.” He says, voice vibrating across her skin. “But I’m actually trying here.” Loops his arms tightly around her waist as he lifts his head to look at her face. The worry he finds etched on her features makes his heart squeeze. Maybe he shouldn’t be messing up his tie before every appearance just so she can fix it. Maybe he shouldn’t be fucking her at every possible opportunity he gets. Especially not in his office. 

Or her office. 

Or her assistant’s desk. 

He definitely shouldn’t be looking at his chief of staff with hearts in his eyes, like she could paint the stars in the sky. But, well, he is.

Tiny warm hands cup his face, thumbs smoothing across his cheekbones. “Satoru,” her voice like a soothing balm for his wounds, “If I thought you were a spoiled man-child, I wouldn’t be here in the first place.” 

“You’ve called me those actual words on several occasions.”

“Well, if the occasions were you being a spoiled man-child then it doesn’t count.” 

And Gojo can’t hold back the little puffed breath of a laugh that bursts through his lungs. There’s comfort in the silence that follows. A warmth shared within light touches and soft gazes that spreads and devours. 

“Will you tell me what’s wrong now?”

And then the foreboding feeling returns as Satoru groans out in frustration. “I don’t know,” There’s an air of seriousness to his tone, “Something doesn’t feel right.” And the storm gets closer.

Maybe Kirstein and Fushiguro are right. Maybe he’s not the man he thinks he is. He doesn’t have what it takes to do this. After all, didn’t that girl get hurt on his watch? The Judge’s daughter of all people. Isn’t there a terrorist out there on the loose? He couldn’t stop any of it, he cou-

“It’s okay, I won’t let Megumi throw eggs at you. I promise. Maybe just one. Might be funny” Nika tries to joke, to pull the mayor back into her comfortable little cocoon. “Everything will be alright.”

She fixes his tie as they stand in front of the large oak door to his office. Her tiny fingers fiddling with the expensive material and pulling it tighter around his neck. Gojo can’t stop staring at the way she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, brows furrowed in concentration. And his mind wanders to those words that have been itching on the tip of his tongue for months now. I love you. But the moment passes him by as she smoothes over the lapel of his navy suit jacket.

The conference room is bustling with reporters and cameras flashing. The excitement of such a sudden announcement is palpable. It must be something important. What is the angle? What designer is Mayor Gojo wearing today? I hope it’s something juicy. Well, it’s not all particularly hard-hitting journalism, but reaching as wide of an audience as possible has always been important to the mayor. And it’s Tom Ford.

DA Nanami and Mayor Gojo take their seats at the long table in front of the press. Agent Kirstein stands by the screen with his hands clasped in front of him. The gravity of the situation is made known by his solemn expression. The picture of the city seal is replaced with the face of a woman. Rose Armitage, also known as Rosemary Afton (32) is wanted for fraud, blackmail, and attempted murder.

* * *

Rose Armitage is currently devising another devious plan. Running shoes patter against the wet pavement in quick succession. Gloves, a rope, some good wine for this special occasion. Her mind keeping track of the expanding list of supplies that are needed and how she plans to use them. How she plans to punish Clare for her betrayal. Thoughts souring and fermenting and rotting inside her very core.

Then she catches it. In the periphery of her eye. A familiar face. Her own face. The picture is not very flattering but that’s not what upsets her. Fraud?! As if she would ever stoop that low! What’s even worse is this panel of men judging her, persecuting her. The barely sentient Agent Kirstein, that bumbling idiot of a Mayor, deciding her fate. Her blood boils at the sight. A feeling she’s almost forgotten, panic and bile rising. She needs a distraction. She has no other choice.

This wasn’t her plan. It’s too early but it will do, it must. The audience is sufficient, he will not recover from this. Rose takes the phone stashed in the inside pocket of her jacket. It is time to play her hand. This is only the beginning.

* * *

Then, the screen goes black and the lights are dimmed. There is a palpable feeling of panic in the room, people gasping and cursing. Questions of what is going on? Is this an attack? Are we safe? 

And now a grainy security camera video is playing. Despite the low quality, the face of one AG Jaeger can clearly be seen entering the cell of inmate # - Scribs. In the next scene, she is bent over the single prison bed, the attorney general now pounding the criminal from the back, holding her down by her neck.

The video has no sound. A voice track plays in the background. 

“I, Zeke Jaeger, do solemnly swear. I will support and defend the constitution of this state against all enemies, foreign and domestic. That I will bear the true faith and allegiance to the same. But I take this obligation freely. Without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion. And I will well and faithfully discharge the duty upon which I am about to enter, so help me god.”

* * *

Zeke Jager is watching the scene unfold from the comfort of his home. His grip on the crystal glass tightens, more and more until it cracks under the pressure. Blood and whisky drips onto his plus beige carpet, thin and crimson. He watches his life fall apart at the sound of his own solemn oath. There is nowhere for him to run to now. This is the end.

#the kabalians #kabal multiverse of madness #<3

[chuluoyi]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝒸𝒽𝓊 . twenty-four . libra . she / her . e/intj

a corporate slave by the day, a part-time writer by the night

daily life: making money, korean/douyin makeup, thrifty shopping, cafe hopping, webtoon, nail arts

loves: comedy, coach bags, matcha, spicy food, day off, dressing up, hack and slash games, story of seasons

hates: workday, discourses, busybodies, patriarchy, bigotry

fav anime all time: psycho pass, wotakoi, uramichi oniisan

currently watching: spy x family, yubisaki to renren, ice guy and his cool female colleague

misc. writing tips | webtoon recs | pride and joy

𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 : jujutsu kaisen -> gojo, megumi, nanami | demon slayer -> sanemi, giyu | genshin impact -> ayato, zhongli, alhaitham, wriothesley | tears of themis -> luke, marius

note. please give our easily tired hostess anime/webtoon recs! ones with arranged marriage trope will be a plus because she seems to have a strange fixation with it💁🏻‍♀️

#—chu’s welcome page 👋🏻 #header artist: matsuo hiromi

[supersleepdeprived]

look im just saying that these duos

nanami and Gojo

Kunikida and Dazai

Kaoru and Kojiro

radiate the same fucking energy

edit- I realized that Levi and Hange can also fit into this dynamic

2nd edit- ohmygods also baz and simon

#jjk #kunikidazai #kunikida doppo #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #jujutsu sorcerer #nanami kento #gojo satoru #matcha blossom #sk8 the infinity #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #cherry x joe #they are mostly gay your honour #attack of titan #levi aot #levi ackerman #levihan #hange zöe #carry on #baz pitch #simon snow

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Sweet Holy Honey pt. 3

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Nanami x POC!Reader

Synopsis: To keep up with bills you take up a part time job as a stripper/waitress at a gentlemans club in downtown Kyoto under the stage name "Honey". Most days you have to deal with your perverted boss, slobby and drunk old dudes, bachelors, ceos, and college assholes, but every now and then the special customer comes in. He wears a neat beige suit, blue button up shirt, and an unforgettable cougar print tie.

Warnings: SMUT, angst, emotional and physical abuse, cussing, drug use, slight yandere behavior but Nanami isn’t dangerous or violent towards Y/N just obsessed

A/N: This is a normal AU where Nanami and the rest of the JJK characters just have regular jobs/lives

A/N: Just a little note, when you see Y/N and other girls names being italicised it means it's not their real name, it's their stripper name

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Midnight: “Earth to Y/N! Girl are you even listening to me?!” Your best friend shouted while hitting you on the back of the head with a box of wheat thins

It was too early in the morning for this and on a Saturday of all days.

She has caught you in yet another one of your sleep deprived dazes. You couldn’t help it, normally you’d spend your one day off sleeping the afternoon away, then waking up at 3 pm to watch cartoons and eat graham crackers in bed but today Midnight made it a necessity that the both of you use that generous $1000 tip to go grocery shopping. As much as you hated it you had to admit it felt nice to shop for something other than ramen and rotisserie chicken.

Honey: “Can’t we just get some TV dinners and go I’m tiiiiirrrred” you whined, flailing your arms like a spoiled child

Midnight: “I’m not nuking another frozen fettuccine and broccoli plate and calling it ‘dinner’ we’re gonna act like real people and eat real food!” She said as she threw in boxes of whole grain pasta and oat flour into the grocery cart

You rolled your eyes at her remark but deep down you grew warm at how much she always cared for you.

Midnights real name was Yui Hiroshi. She’s been with you ever since high school, even when you dropped out of college and had nothing to offer but the clothes on your back she still welcomed you in with open arms. If there was no one in the world that thought you were special you at least knew Yui always would.

Midnight: “One grand. One motherfucking grand. Even when I say it out loud I still can’t believe it, that man just payed our rent HOLY SHIT!” She beamed and looked over at you, “Why aren’t you as excited about this as I am? If he keeps coming back we can probably move into a better part of town, doesn’t that get you pumped?!”

Honey: “I guess so…just don’t get it” you tugged at the loos thread hanging of your sweater

Midnight: “What’s not to get? A random dude wants to give you loads of money to do nothing, whats better than that?” She tosses a pack of packaged pomegranates into the cart, “I mean it’s better than the sweaty douchebags that just grind on you all night.”

Honey: “It just doesn’t make sense for someone to think so highly of me, especially when there’s better options like you or Soo-Yong (Matcha)

Midnight: “Stop that.”

Honey: “What?” You played dumb knowing exactly what she was talking about but refusing to acknowledge it

Midnight: “That shit you do whenever something remotely good happens to you, every time something goes right in your life you try to convince yourself you don’t deserve it or someone else deserves it more,” Yui took your hand in hers, the acrylic nails she had dragged slightly against your palm when she tightened her grip, “If I have to tell you one more time that you deserve THE LITERAL FUCKING WORLD I’m going to punch you in the boob, okay Y/N?”

A tear fell from your eye as she embraced you

Midnight: “Ugggggh they’re like pillows!” She relaxed against your chest, poking at your breasts like balloons, “Girl are you sure these aren’t fake they’re way too symmetrical?” She teased

Honey: “YUI STOP IT!”

Midnight: “SQUISH SQUISH!”

Gojo: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU GLOOMY SON OF A BITCH!” The white haired man burst through Nanamis office door baring balloons and cake: 2 things Nanami didn’t care for, the sugar made his teeth feel gritty and balloon noises made him cringe.

Nanami: “Thank you Gojo now please can you lower your voi—

Fushiguro: “OI NANAMI! YOU READY FOR TONIGHT BIRTHDAY BOY?!”

Nanami closed his eyes, hoping if he did long enough the nuisances in front of him would disappear, but damn were they persistent and only proceeded to nag him further. They were also the only friends he’s made that don’t mind putting up with his melancholic attitude so in a way he was grateful they even remembered his birthday.

The day felt like it’d never end, the barrages of tacky joke gifts from around the office and happy birthday punches absolutely drained the poor man, but it was far from over. The surprise that Gojo, Suguru, and Fushiguro had planned for him tonight kept him occupied

At home Nanami was in a dilemma, the matter of which outfit to wear perplexed him. Knowing Suguru’s high maintenance personality, he would to take him to a high end restaurant where the entree minimum was $120 and the wine cost more than most peoples phone bill. Fushiguro was a man of ever changing tastes so if the plans were in his hands a shopping spree was likely to take place. Gojo on the other hand was still immature at heart and would shove all of them into the loudest, most exclusive club he could think of. The options were honestly endless, but rather than waste time debating Nanami decided to wear his best suit anyways.

He rummaged through the hangers in his large walk in closet, of course it didn’t matter what suit he chose since each and every one of them was premium, but even he had his preferences. In the end he decided on his favorite Saint Laurent all black suit with a maroon turtleneck to match. He ironed and laid his chosen attire out on the bed to put on after he finished showering

DING!

The sound of his phone caught his attention before he had a chance to step in the shower

UPCOMING REMINDER:

APPOINTMENT WITH HONEY [WEDNESDAY 9:00 PM]

His heart skipped a beat at the notification. No matter how many times he saw it, week after week you’re name never failed to send his heart racing. Nanamis hand started to ghost over his now stiffened member as he reminisced…

The way you looked in front of him

How you begged for his release

There was no stopping it now, he was absolutely aching. He stepped into the shower letting the warm water wash over his hair and skin and started to stroke himself— slowly then building up to a deliciously satisfying speed. He dipped his head and closed his eyes

There you were, this time he pictured how you’d look bent over his office desk, his tie around your neck, your panties stuffed in your mouth to mask the needy screams that were begging to escape your lungs. You’d be a good girl for him again right? You’d please him? Let him feel you as your tight cunt clenches around his cock when you cum

“Fuck Honey…” he moaned, practically fucking into his own hand. The sound of his fist slapping against his pelvis echoed through the bathroom

Your sweet voice replayed in his mind like a melody and sent him over the edge. That soft angelic voice begging for him… ‘please, cum for me mister’. His back muscles tensed as he came all over the shower wall. He sighs in relief happy that he was able to get it all out before tonight, it was either take care of it now or get a boner during dinner.

Finally he washes his hair and body then dries himself of and proceeds to put on the outfit he planned for himself. It’s about 10 pm when Gojo texts him:

Gojo:

WE R OUTSIDE! LETS GO GET FUCKED UP🥳🍹🍾

Nanami chuckled to himself, even though his friends annoyed him sometimes he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get excited to go out with them. He grabbed his keys and wallet, turned on his alarm system and left.

Just as he expected, the three of them ended up at a lavish sushi restaurant eating their fill in well crafted rolls and high grade sake, apart from Suguru who was the designated driver. Afterwards they walked around one of Japan’s most well known outdoor shopping complexes and purchased an array of suits for Nanami. But what puzzled him most was the destination they were heading to afterwards, apparently it was so important that they felt the need to blindfold him all the way there.

Nanami: “Is the blindfold really necessary? The material is irritating my skin.” He complained, scratching at the areas that were covered by the thick cloth but only for his hand to be swatted away

Gojo: “No peeking or I’ll make Suguru turn this car around!”

Nanami sighed and dipped his head back against the leather seat

Suguru: “Dont be such a baby we’ll be there soon then you can have all the time in the world to worry about your precious skin your highness” He chuckled

Nanami: “Can I at least get a hint as to where we’re going?” He inquired

Nushiguro who was clearly already slightly tipsy, cackled as he pulled in Nanami by the shoulder

Fushiguro: “Dont worry Nami! *hiccup* You’re gonna LOVE this place *hiccup* a stiff like you could use this release were about to get!”

It was no use, he wasn’t getting any answers out of either of them. All he could do was wait and see what was in store for him.

After what felt like an eternity, finally the car parked. Gojo and Suguru helped lead Nanami out the car since Fushiguro was far too intoxicated to be of any help. They led him across what felt like a gravel parking lot, all of them snickering like children as they opened the door to the building

For some reason his muscles started to tense. The music, the atmosphere, it felt all too familiar to Nanami. He felt his heart drop and palms sweat at the sound of the hostesses low seductive voice.

“Good evening gentlemen Welcome to the Bunny Room!”

Inside the changing room you, Matcha, Cherry, and Midnight sat at the table enjoying your break, eating fruit and gawking over new episodes of Euphoria. That was until Kota walked in along with his trail of after shave and cigarette breath

Kota: “Breaks over girls go get back out there!” He clapped his hands as if the girls were dogs before a master

Matcha: “Um… we still have 7 minutes left in our break why don’t you get some of the other girls, you hired more of us for a reason.” She sassed, returning back to her small plate of cantaloupe and lychees

Kota marched over to the table, grabbing the fruit platter and tossing the entire tray into the trash bin

Cherry: “What the fuck are you doi—!!

Kota: “I wont repeat myself again, I want you four in the VIP room now. There’s a couple of “Wolf of Wall Street” looking motherfuckers here tonight and I want our best girls with them, SO ALL OF YOU GET YOUR ASSES OUT THERE!” He shouted, smacking each of you on the ass as you exited the room, “MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION, WE WANT THOSE ASSHOLES COMING BACK!”

Honey: “God he’s such a prick I just wanna get this night over with and go home, do you think Maddy is gonna leak Nates dads tape on the next Euphoria episode?” You whispered over to Midnight

Midnight: “Girl I hope so, that whole family needs a good downfall.” You both giggled as you approached the curtain of VIP section. You all adjusted your latex suits and bunny ears before entering. As soon as the curtain opened your lungs felt like they were in your throat. There he was, sitting across from you with 3 unfamiliar men beside him. His face looked pale and sweaty even under the low lights and his eyes never made contact with yours even when you all introduced yourself. Nanami knew it was you in the room but still never looked at you once.

The rest of the night went as it usually would, you all serving bottomless drinks to the 4 men until they were babbling drunks, all except for Nanami who barely sipped from his singular glass of bourbon. Eventually the one with the small scar on the right corner of his lips took a noticeable liking to you, his hands would find their way up your hips each time you walked by with more tequila shots, his eyes lingered on your breast and ass whenever you spoke to them. It was enough to catch the attention of Nanami who wouldn’t show it but was absolutely fuming in his seat. The leather of the couch squeaked and chaffed as he clenched it making his knuckles white. He hated this, he absolutely despised this. Nanamis known his colleagues long enough to know that they’re complete pigs. The only reason they always chose low end strip joints to go to is because they knew the management never cared how you treated the girls. Honey was practically walking prey. A fucking play toy.

Fushiguro: “I’m sick of drinks man, I want a dance! Let them put those bodies to use already!” He laughed and shouted over the loud music

Nanami watched with averse as the rest of them agreed and Suguru called the bunny girls back over. He tried so hard all night to not look at you, apart of him felt like he didnt deserve it especially with the type of company he came in here with, but he couldn’t help it you looked absolutely breathtaking under the low lights. That adorable smile you always flashed made him melt every time even if it wasn’t directed at him.

Gojo: “As honorary best friend of the birthday boy, I’ll take the task of assigning the dancers!” He said standing up and sauntering over to the girls. He inspected them from head to toe as if he was suit shopping. Finally he stopped at you, grabbing your chin to make those big doe eyes match his icy blue stare

Gojo: “Whats your name precious?” He lightly rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip

Honey: “Honey…” you said in your most innocent yet seductive tone. A vein in Nanamis head bulged with anger at the sight

Gojo: “Be a good girl and take care of my friend for me okay Honey?” He pointed in the direction of Fushiguro who shifted in his seat, trying to make room for his aggressive erection

Though reluctantly, you did as you were told and sauntered over to the man, doing your best to avoid Nanamis gaze. If you had looked over you would have seen eyes of desperation and sorrow. He was absolutely miserable watching walk into the hands of Fushiguro. In the end, Gojo ended up assigning Cherry to Nanami, leaving Midnight with Suguru and taking Matcha for himself.

It was the most agonizing 20 minutes of his entire life, he never took his eyes off of you, watching you twirl and grind on Fushiguro while he slapped his calloused hands against your bare thighs made him cringe in disgust. When you finally made eye contact with him he could fully see the bruises form from where Fushiguro had grasped your neck and arms

Nanami: “Toji…dont you think that’s a little much?” He asked. You let out a low grunt and attempted to push yourself away from him, only to be forced back into his chest. The smell of tequila on his breath was unbearable.

Gojo: "Yeah man, calm down a little bit..."

Fushiguro: “Dont be so fucking boring, she’s having fun. Right baby?” He grabbed you by the throat tight enough to make a gasp escape your mouth and a single tear run from the corner of your left eye, “Such a good little whore…” He cooed, grinding himself against you until he came in his pants and brought down one last hard slap against your ass, you’re single tear now turned to full on sobbing…noisy, embarrassing sobbing that made Nanamis heart break in half.

But still he wouldn’t speak up, even when the rest of the girls cursed at Toji, even when you ran out the room in a bruised and balling mess, he said nothing…absolutely nothing

Midnight: “DONT EVER BRING YOUR FUCKING ASSES BACK HERE. FUCKING SORRY ASS PERVERTS!” She screamed at all of them, eyes peering into Nanamis with venom in her stare

Fushiguro and Suguru did nothing but laugh at Midnights feeble attempt to hurt his pride.

In the break room you trembled in the mirror as Cherry tended to your irritated skin with a glass of ice, the kisses she left on your cheek were sweet, but did nothing to help you emotionally. In this moment you favored the idea of a different life somewhere in another timeline where youre respected… maybe even loved. In another life maybe you’re a renowned physician, or a kindergarten teacher, or a stay at home mom who’s adored by your children and cherished by your partner. In another life maybe your special to someone, but not here. Here you’re nothing…

Midnight: “Are you sure you’ll be okay walking home by yourself? I can cancel my shift early, I don’t give a fuck about Kota.” Yui ask while caressing the mark on your wrist

After everything that happened tonight you decided to leave the Bunny Room early, despite Kotas strict demand not too. You didn’t care he didn’t have the balls to fire his best girl anyways

Honey: “I’ll be fine babe, I’ll text you when I get home safely” you kissed her cheek goodbye before exiting out the backdoor, clutching you pepper spray inside your purse. In hindsight it probably was not the best decision to decide to walk home at 4:00 am but all you wanted was to bury yourself in your covers and forget about tonight, forget about him—

“Honey!”

Shit.

A familiar voice snapped you out of your self loathing, the last voice you wanted to hear from. Nanami looked a mess standing next to his car, with his disheveled hair and loose fitting sweatpants you would never have guessed he was a successful salaryman

Nanami: “I’m… I’m so sorry about—

Honey: “Go fuck yourself you piece of shit!” You didn’t give him a minute to speak before you stormed off, seeing your mace in hand he knew better than to attempt and physically stop you, all he could do was continue to call out in hopes you’d listen

Nanami: “Please I didn’t know they were bringing me here tonight! I would have never brought them here willingly! Honey you know me better than that—

Honey: “I don’t know shit about you dude, I don’t even know your name!” You scoffed “You’re just some pervert that shows up and pays to jack off to random chicks, and based on the way you’re friends act I can see where you get it from. You’re pathetic!” Your slander went on and on, all of it aimed with the intention to break him down to the same level of vulnerability you were at. It showed in the way your eyes teared as you yelled, even through your feisty personality and loud antics he could still see the softness in you. The part of you that just wanted to be valued

Honey: “Why dont you get a fuckin hobby dude? Or matter of fact how about you get a real girlfriend, instead of dragging yourself around begging for slivers of female attention like a sorry ass schoolboy. You spend 4K a week to fantasize about pussy youll never even fuck, don’t think that boujee ass Mercedes that you pull up in makes you any different from the other creeps that come in h— mmpf !

You let out a muffled squeak. Taking the chance of being pepper sprayed he put his palm over your mouth because if he heard anymore he’d break and walk away from this strange infatuation he had for you. For months he had adored you from the sidelines slowly watching how you became a goddess in his mind, and he wasn’t about to let your facade of cruelty change his mind.

His soft hands cupping your mouth moved to caress your bottom lip. Nanamis warm body stepped closer to yours bringing you an involuntary sense of safety. It wasn’t long before you found yourself breaking down in tears against his chest, the need to make yourself superior to him in order to dull your own hurt drains out of you and fizzles into nothingness when he embraces you. How? How was it that this man… this man you knew only for a moment had you falling apart in his grasp

Honey: “I have to go…” you whisper, “I—

Nanami bends over placing his soft lips against yours in a chaste kiss. Nothing compared to it, you felt amazing against him and all of a sudden you craved something you didn’t know you wanted.

Nanami: “Leave this place with me Honey, please. I can take care of you.” It was bold. He knew that. Too much to throw at you at a time like this but what did he have to lose? If you said yes he’d cherish you, spend his days making you feel like the only person in the world who mattered. If you said no he’d never force you, he wouldn’t dare make you fear him in the way men like Fushiguro would. But he’d never stop trying, every week he’d still be there

Again…

And again…

And again…

Until the day you might feel the same way he does

All characters belong to Gege Akutami. Story belongs to @nonbinaryeggrolls do not steal

#nanami x y/n #nanami x black!reader #nanami smut #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #jjk headcanons #jjk smut #jjk imagines #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #nanami angst #jjk angst

[intoevernightfanfic]

*cackles loudly* 85 and... and... 23.

Yesss I love these, heehee. It makes me wish I were writing new material instead of simply editing Arranged Marriage. 🤣

Okay, so 85 (Innocent Physical Contact) and 23 (Performer AU). I actually already did this exact mash-up in Pop Stars, but I'll try to write something new here. X)

Nanami is an amateur dancer. She's not particularly good at it, because she's always struggled with coordination and clumsiness, but it's something near and dear to her heart. When she was a child, her mother used to take her to the festivals and one of her happiest memories is of her and her mother watching dancers in a parade. Seeing how happy and carefree her mother was for even that short period of time made her want to bring some of that home to her on a daily basis, between the loan sharks and the bill collectors knocking down their door.

After her mother passed, it was something she continued to practice to feel closer to her. She was often bullied in school, and she was often looked down on as being the weakest link in any sort of troupe she was in, but she didn't give up because of what it meant to her as a child.

One day, she gets the opportunity to perform in a small festival in her town. It all goes well until the end of the parade, and then she twists her ankle. When she falls, one of the onlookers catches her -- a beautiful man with silver hair like the moon and amethyst eyes. She's speechless, a bit embarrassed, her pride wounded. But she lets him help her sit down and look at her ankle.

As they talk, she finds out that he's familiar with several traditional dances. The words blurt out before she can stop them -- asking him if he'd be willing to coach her. Although taken off guard, she looks too adorable for him to turn down, so he agrees.

This turns into biweekly sessions at the shrine grounds he lives on. He is a much harsher teacher than she'd anticipated -- but in words only. His touch is kind, gentle, warm. He complains, but he's patient with her, helping her readjust her stance no matter how many times it takes. And, eventually, between the breaks they take together to drink iced matcha tea and chat about their mundane lives as well as the day-to-day physical contact they share while dancing, they begin to open their hearts to each other and fall in love. ❤️

I'm too sleepy to write more, so I'll leave the rest to your imagination. X) Thanks for the ask, @kissmekamisama ! 💗

#kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss #kamisama kiss fanfic #asks

[hkbs-world]

Ship hearts

Aomine x kise 💙💛

Joe x cherry 💚💗

Matcha blossom 🍵 🌸

Gojou x Nanami 💛🤍

#knb #sk8 #jjk