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#visitor;- kento
zarameraki · 3 months
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♡₊˚☀️・₊✧ 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶'𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 & 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 ♡₊˚☀️・₊✧
: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 he's obsessed to the max 𖥔 ceo x baker 𖥔 grumpy x sunshine 𖥔 she talks a lot x he listens a lot 𖥔 spoils the literal shit out of you 𖥔 mention of parental death 𖥔 major fluff 𖥔 sexual content in vague details 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 super soft nanami 𖥔 close proximity 𖥔 he loves kissing the fuck out of you
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: ̗̀➛ notes: you guys are so sweet for supporting my toji fanfic which is why i wanted to write another and this time its about my husband, the father of our children, the man who deserves every beautiful thing in this world. if you enjoy my work, please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy!
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Nanami Kento entered your bakery at exactly six o' clock.  
You carefully observed the moments he dedicated to perusing the array of pastries, the vibrant mountain of macaroons, and the freshly baked, warm casse-croûte that you unfailingly prepared for him when he clocked out. There was a tender quality to his countenance, noticeable in the slight release of tension between his brows as the soft, buttery flakes dissolved on his tongue in your presence. Without fail, he consistently left a generous tip in your travel jar, dedicated to a solo trip to Malaysia.
"Did you know they've got this thing about not wearing yellow in Malaysia?" you mentioned during your initial meeting, eyeing the distinctive black-dotted tie worn by the stoic salaryman. "Well, not that your tie would get you in trouble; it's not entirely yellow. In fact, I think it's perfect as it is, just like your hair, which also has a touch of yellow.” 
Please cut your tongue off. 
Anticipating a polite nod and perhaps a slightly regretful five-dollar tip left in the jar, you were taken aback when he queried, “Why is that?” 
“Oh, uh . . . a bunch of protesters wore the color during a demand for their prime minister to step down," you stumbled, feeling a twinge of embarrassment for veering off into an unintentional crash course. Dropping trivia about Malaysia wasn't exactly the same as flirting. "So, it's kind of become a symbolism for protest and, well, threat. I read it in a book once. I don't know if it's a legitimate law, though."
“Do you like reading?” he asked, still interested in conversing with you. “Most people would Google information.” 
“I like reading. It’s easier to retain information that way.” 
Nanami acknowledged your gesture with a nod of gratitude as he accepted the casse-croûte and exited your bakery. Anticipating that he might not return due to his reserved nature and your awkward attempts at compliment-flirting, you were surprised to find that he was, in fact, full of surprises.
Nanami became a regular visitor. Day after day, for the past year, he arrived at precisely six o' clock. He continued his routine, whether he purchased a box of pastries, a pair of bagged bread loaves, or simply a casse-croûte and a small cup of milk coffee. You always prepared his order five minutes ahead of time, just in case you were occupied with other customers.
"Enjoy!" you chirped, casting a warm smile at the customer you just served as the bakery slowly emptied, leaving only Nanami browsing the delightful array of small cakes. "Good evening, Mr. Nanami!"
Nanami raised his head in your direction. "Good evening." He finally settled on the black forest cake from the open freezer and brought it to the counter.
"Special occasion?" you inquired as you rang him out, sneakily not charging him for the casse-croûte and coffee. There was a special occasion of your own that you were eager to share, hanging from the tip of your tongue.
"An intern's birthday."
"Sounds fun!" You had been saving up for your birthday present since summer, and Nanami had played a significant role. "When's your birthday?"
"July third."
Your eyes widened with surprise. "No way! Mine is July sixth. We’re summer babies."
“Happy belated birthday,” he said, fishing for his wallet, gaze barely meeting yours. 
"Same to you." Offering the sandwich and coffee, you extended them towards him. "Consider it a belated birthday treat."
Nanami’s brows crinkled. “I cannot accept.” 
"Why not? It's a gift." You slid the items closer with a subtle nudge, leaving him little room to refuse. "And you've given me a priceless gift, Mr. Nanami." Your eyes hinted at the tip jar's location, which now lay empty. 
“Were you robbed?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. 
“What—? No! Oh my god. You’re so funny.” A chuckle escaped behind your fist, and he observed you momentarily before glancing away. "I'm heading to Malaysia next week!"
Nanami gave a subtle nod. Although his lack of a more animated response disappointed you, you understood that shortness was his nature. "Congratulations.”
"Thank you, Mr. Nanami. Your generous tips really made a difference. They covered half of our trip.”
“Our? It’s not a solo trip?”  
You let out a little nervous laugh. Should you really be telling Nanami about your crippling love life? Would he even be interested? Well, he seemed to listen carefully when you talk. Maybe he wouldn’t care, but you really needed someone to talk to about this. Unfortunately, all your friends were too busy with their marriages to care.
“Well?” Nanami prompted. 
"Right, sorry. It's just—I've actually been seeing someone. Funny enough, we met in a Facebook group for solo travelers. He lives in a nearby town.”
Unexpectedly, Nanami's first question caught you off guard. "Can you trust him?" His concern surfaced, causing you to pause. "I'm only asking because you met this man online. You can't trust strangers on the internet."
"Thank you, Mr. Nanami, but I’m capable enough to know about stranger danger," you said with a funny smile, dismissing his parental concern. "Besides, we’ve gone on a few dates over the past month."
Nanami's frown remained intact. "Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you paying for him, too?"
"Yes."
“Why?” Nanami asked, firmly placing his palms on the counter, making it clear he wasn't leaving until he was convinced you wouldn't get in trouble during your Malaysian adventure.
"What do you mean 'why'?"
His mouth opened but then closed into a thin line, his forehead lines deepening. "It’s not my place to tell you what’s right and what isn’t—"
"Yes, you’re right about that," you interrupted.
"—but this is bordering on recklessness. You cannot use your trip’s money to pay for a man you’ve known for a mere month. Why is he even in the traveler’s group if he cannot afford to pay for himself?"
"Mr. Nan—"
"You are being scammed." 
Your teeth clenched together. You rarely got impatient. Years in the hospitality industry and dealing with misogynistic tenants didn't break you. Even setting up your bakery and almost draining your savings didn't dim your optimism. 
But getting scolded by someone who barely spoke more than five sentences to you in a whole year of being a regular? That's pushing it.
He didn't know you or Toji, the guy you're seeing. He didn’t understand how much you appreciated him accompanying you. So what if you covered his share of the trip expenses? Toji promised to pay you back, and he's been paying the bills for your dates. They might not be fancy, but it's the gesture that matters.
Sure, Nanami chipped in some money, and you're thankful for that. But he has no right to question you. Other people also contributed to your travel fund; it's not like he single-handedly financed the whole trip. You appreciated his support, but he was not in a position to lecture you.
With a sigh, you managed to contain your frustration and said, "Have a great rest of your night, Mr. Nanami.”
Nanami's frustration was palpable as he stood firm, his gaze piercing through the windows of your soul. “I suggest you take my advice into serious consideration. It would greatly upset me if you had the chance to visit one of your favorite countries taken from you.” 
You didn't bother watching him go. Instead, your discovery awaited you at the counter—the money for the coffee and casse-croûte lay there, accompanied by a crumpled yellow note that had slipped to the floor. Moving around the counter, you picked it up and smoothed out its wrinkles.
What greeted you was your own name scrawled across the sticky note, repeated around fifty times, the letters overlapping in a chaotic dance. Some were hastily scratched out, while others were executed with perfect cursive precision. You didn’t know what to make of it.
During your confusion, a new customer walked in. Quickly, you pocketed the note, focused on carrying on with your day despite the lingering frustration that Nanami's cryptic message had left in its wake.
Toji never showed up.
You waited for him for two agonizing hours, extending the torture even more after your flight had taken off. It dawned on you that he likely didn't bother getting a ticket. He probably pocketed the money you sent him and vanished into thin air. Every attempt to reach him failed miserably—your calls were forwarded, and the fifth one hammered the heartbreaking truth that he had blocked your number. To compound your misery, you sent him a string of text messages that refused to deliver your pain. You didn't even know where he lived, as your encounters were always in the obscure locations of your budgeted dates.
The thought of reporting him to the police crossed your mind, accusing him of theft, but the lack of photographic evidence left you helpless. To make matters worse, he hated taking pictures, and you were uncertain if the name he provided was even real. All that remained was a flicker of hope that you might cross paths with the bastard and unleash your pent-up rage with a hard kick to his dick. 
With a heavy heart, you gathered your strength, brushed away the tears until not a single trace remained on your lashes, and lugged your suitcase and carry-on outside the airport, hoping to hail a cab.
The idea of facing the upcoming days at work felt agonizing, goading you to spend them in the isolation of your shabby apartment. You were engrossed in a depressing routine—microwaved dinners, aimless hours on the couch, and a marathon of old cable TV shows.
As hunger struck again, you contemplated your options. Baking seemed like a possibility, but motivation had abandoned you. Pasta could be an option, but the lack of noodles and tomato sauce made it impractical. So, you settled for the one thing that required no ingredients: crying.
At least that was free. 
Despite the inner turmoil, you mustered the strength to shoulder your overcoat, sporting your fleece pajamas printed with candy canes and well-worn second-hand boots. 
The short walk to the corner store felt longer than usual, the biting cold making you clutch your threadbare coat tighter. Your teeth chattered in protest as you entered, and the rush of warm air was a momentary relief against the chill. Fingers numb, you mindlessly reached for familiar comfort snacks—chips, chocolate milk, anything to dull the ache.
A hand much larger than yours beat you to the last packet of croissants.
“Ah, sorry.” You let it go. “All yours—” You choked as you looked up, and up, at Nanami staring at you wide-eyed, his hazel eyes flickering at a rapid speed as if he were hallucinating your presence. Your face flushed with embarrassment, and the weight of the past five days crammed upon you—his uncanny prediction, your own naivety, and the sting of being swindled. “Mr. Nanami . . . ”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in—”
“Good night.”
With a dismissive shake of your head, you left the basket on the counter, mumbled a quick apology, and retreated back into the biting cold. 
You’ve faced tons of humiliating moments—slipping in front of customers, your purse strap getting snagged in a door and dragging you back, and that one unforgettable instance when a little boy labeled your eyebrows as caterpillars in front of a line of onlookers. Yet, none of those incidents could hold a candle to the awkwardness of bumping into the very man who had warned you about the ill-fated choice of paying for a stranger's trip—stranger now—when it was supposed to be your trip. 
You felt a firm grip on your wrist, making your restless pacing suddenly stop.
Startled, you turned around to find a pair of expressionless hazel eyes and a slightly out-of-breath figure. Now is not the time to ogle Mr. Nanami’s broad shoulders, you idiot!
Releasing your wrist, he handed over a white, plastic bag. With a raised eyebrow, you peered inside to inspect its contents. It held everything from your shopping basket, including the last packet of croissants. Even more unexpected, he had paid for it all. 
“I’ll pay you back tomorrow,” you assured, your eyes already scanning for the nearest ATM, just in case you forgot. "But for now." You pulled out the packaged croissants and extended them toward him. Your body was shaking, not because of November but because of how you were scammed after being forewarned by Nanami. “Please. Take it.” 
He took your small hand in both of his, the warmth immediately melting the tension in your body. “So cold.” 
A soft giggle escaped you at the obvious observation, and you placed your free hand on top of his. "So warm." Sniffling, tears welled up in your eyes. "You know what else is warm? The sun. And it's yellow. It's so yellow."
“Factually speaking, it is white.” 
You wiped an arm across your nose. “What?” 
“The sun. It’s white. It’s only yellow in children's books.” 
You weren't about to argue with the guy who vindicated your slip-ups. Still, given the circumstances, you wished he'd soften the bluntness and let you bask in the illusion that the sun was a simple shade of yellow.
"I've always loved the color yellow," you mumbled. "Maybe getting scammed was a blessing. I'd probably get fined for wearing yellow otherwise. I couldn't afford to mess up on my trip. Besides, it all depends on the shade, right? Imagine how many fines I'd rack up just testing which shade of yellow suits me—"
Nanami tugged you close, capturing your lips with his.
A sharp intake of breath filled your lungs, eyes widening in surprise. Instinctively, your hands pushed him away, fingers grazing your tingling lips.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.” 
“No, it’s okay. Don’t—Don’t worry. About it.” You tucked your lips in and tasted chocolate and mint—two of your favorite combinations. Nanami always seemed like the kind of man who would hate both flavors independently and dependently. “You’re okay. I mean—You’re okay in general. You’re not okay with kissing. You’re probably great, I’m sure.” Your tongue traced the curve of your lower lip, and Nanami’s eyes followed the motion. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” 
You walked up to him, grabbed the lapels of his coat, and tugged him down a notch, your lips colliding with his. 
Nanami's touch was calculated, his hand sailing onto your cheek, feeding warmth to your cold ear before vanishing into the labyrinth of your hair. Simultaneously, the other serpentined to the small of your back, his magnetic energy drawing you snugly against his chest. His warm tongue delicately swept across your lower lip, an unspoken cue that encouraged you to part your lips in response.
Nanami deepened the kiss, your tongues stroking against one another feverishly as if it were your last kiss. Who knows? Maybe it could’ve been. But the way he kissed with such desperation, releasing soft moans, not allowing you a moment to catch your breath, made you think that maybe this was just the start.
And you kissed him back just as needy.
If your hands slightly released their hold on his lapels, you'd gently cup the sides of his neck, rising on your tiptoes. And if your calves protested, you'd draw him down, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers entwining in his pale, golden locks. The taste of mint chocolate lingered on your lips, and a smile curved on your mouth as he stole a quick peck, pulling back just to gaze into your eyes for a moment before kissing you again.
You’re not sure how long you two stood and kissed there. Nanami was the one who always took the lead, savoring the taste of your pink, tender tongue, kissing your chilly cheeks and dewy eyes. The desire for each other made it hard to break away, yet the need for a breath of air was undeniable.
Finally, you decided to be the one to step back, signalling the end of your first kiss with him.
Your bottom lip tingled as you pulled it in, jaw aching from the infectious smile that had taken over your face. You couldn't help stealing glances at the tall man before you, who returned your gaze with a soft, almost imperceptible grin. Yet, in his eyes, under the gentle glow of the streetlight, you could see the excitement and joy of kissing you, twinkling brightly.
“I'm gonna—”
“I should—”
Both of you sighed; you with a soft chuckle, and him with a discreet throat-clearing.
“I've already missed quite a few workdays,” you said. “Gotta earn that dough if I want to make next month’s rent.” Nanami didn’t quite catch your bakery pun, but he nodded in agreement.
“Right,” you murmured, subtly veering to the side, putting on a little show as you started to walk away. You admitted it—you were a hopeless romantic. You secretly hoped for him to steal a kiss on your cheek and watch until you safely disappeared around the corner. “I’m off now.”
“Goodnight,” Nanami replied, subtly licking his lips for the sixteenth time. Yes, you were keeping count. 
“Night-night.” 
Nanami strolled down his end of the sidewalk. You followed suit, turning down your street. 
Luck had only sometimes been on your side when it came to men and their romantic gestures. Oh well. At least you experienced a passionate kiss from one of your favorite customers. Asking for more seemed a bit too much—
A hand gently pressed against your back, and as you turned, it gracefully curved around your waist, drawing you in. Nanami caught your gasp and kissed you with an urgency that doubled, holding onto you as if his life depended on it, lifting you off your toes. Three sweet pecks later, he released you, both of your faces flushed.
"Get home safely," he whispered, walking away without a second glance.
That night, you couldn't help but giggle into your mascara-stained pillow.
The morning after, you were a whirlwind of joy and light, twirling through the bakery with trays of freshly baked pastries, replenishing boxes and take-out essentials. You greeted customers with an extra dose of sweetness, and to top it off, you even handed out a tray of delectable chocolate jam cookies. And you wore a yellow bow in your hair. 
The oven beeped as the casse-croûtes finished baking, signaling their readiness for Nanami's arrival in just five minutes. You took special care in preparing his milk coffee, indulging in a quiet chuckle at your undeniable favoritism. Though the neighborhood bakery wasn't bustling with a large customer base, your attention was solely dedicated to him—your only regular as everyone else buzzed in the distant city an hour away.
With his coffee prepared and two casse-croûtes packed, you added a chocolate-mint cookie to the bag. Then, you decided to rearrange the shelves of gift baskets to pass the time. 
Setting up the ladder, you ascended the shaky steps until you were eye to eye with the fifth shelf. Heights were never your forte, which, in hindsight, was another reason why flying to Malaysia was out of the question. The more you thought about being scammed, the more your heart wrenched from your lost trip. You’d again brought out your tip jar and prayed the odds were in your favor. Hell, maybe you’d ask Nanami to join you if you decided to take your relationship to the next level. 
As you secured the bow on the basket, your gaze landed on the clock—6:30 p.m., and Nanami was a no-show. 
Anxiety surged through you in an instant.
Did he leave you hanging? Maybe that kiss was a turnoff, and he chose to disappear rather than be upfront about finding you too overwhelming. Did your breath smell bad? Were you a terrible kisser? Or, worse, did something happen to him?
A torrent of worries flooded your mind, breaking through like a burst dam. Each imagined scenario seemed more nightmarish than the last, causing your head to spin. Recent events, like Toji's betrayal, fueled this self-doubt, made you question your intuition. While Nanami was clearly wealthy, consistently tipping a twenty each day, you found yourself questioning whether he had plans to use you for something else. As if that weren't enough, doubts crept in about your appearance and your optimistic, extroverted personality.
It started to make sense, didn't it? Nanami led a tranquil life, sticking to a routine of work and home, while you were a whirlwind of spontaneity—constantly buzzing with new ideas and discussions, unable to sit still or resist laughter at the silliest jokes. Everything seemed to fascinate you, yet nothing appeared to faze him. How could you have been so naive to entertain the thought—
“Good evening.” 
“Ah!” you yelped at the sudden baritone intruding into your thoughts. Your foot, betrayed by the unexpected intrusion, lost its balance on the step. Your arms flailed in a desperate attempt to find stability as you teetered backward, the impending hazard of a severe concussion and potential spinal cord injury looming.
But just as you were prepared to shake hands with God, Nanami's powerful arms swooped in at the last possible moment. With a secure hold, he cradled you in a bridal style, and you clung to him like a shaking puppy, arms looped around his neck.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his breath slightly labored.
You gingerly peeled one eye open to peek at him. His expression was one of calm disorientation; eyebrows knit together while his lips maintained a straight, tight line.
"Yes," you whispered, soothed by his timely intervention.
Nanami steadied you back onto your feet but maintained a firm grip on your elbows. “Look at me.” As you did, he inspected each eye closely while keeping his hand steady on your left cheek. He checked below your jaw, down to your dusty palms, which he cleaned with his silk handkerchief. He also patted down your tousled hair. "Are you sure you're okay?"
“Mm-hmm.” You could cry from how gentle he was with you. “A-Are you okay?” 
“I am now.” He took a composed breath and effortlessly retrieved his suitcase from the floor, brushing off invisible dust. “I apologize for being late. My . . . car broke down.” 
"What? Oh my god! Do you need me to give you my mechanic's number? I promise he's not as bad as the Google reviews say. He's actually quite a sweet man. And he gives me a friends and family discount because my father was close with him." You beamed, and Nanami squinted his eyes as if the brightness of your smile momentarily blinded him, but he tried his best to reciprocate.
“Do your parents live here?” 
You shook your head. “They passed away a while ago.” 
“I apologize.” 
"Don't be." You quickly switched subjects by fluttering towards the counter to pick up his items. “Tell me how your coffee tastes.” You turned around, adding, “I switched to a new brand of milk—”
Nanami pressed his lips against yours, momentarily freezing you. His seamless transition afterward could have fooled an onlooker into thinking you'd been married for years. "Thank you.” He took a sip and nodded thoughtfully. “It’s great. Everything you make is great.” 
“Thanks,” you mumbled, sudden shyness enveloping you. From the kiss? The compliment? Him? You didn’t know at all. “Do you still need me to give you the mechanic’s number?” 
“It’s all right. I had it fixed. Minor battery issue, that’s all.” 
“Ah, okay. See, that’s why I prefer to walk.” 
Nanami glanced elsewhere, nodding. “Then, would you like to walk with me after you’ve closed?” 
“Oh.” A subtle flicker of surprise crossed your features. Nonchalantly, you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before smiling warmly. “Of course, yes. I’d love to go on a walk with you. Where are we going? There are lots of cafés in a nearby shopping district. I know all the best places to take you to.” A grave thought struck you just then. “Oh, actually. Hmm.” 
Curious, he tilted his head down, meeting your worried gaze. "What is it?"
"Well," you began, your thoughts taking a cautious turn, "you probably have a set time to be home unless you live nearby. In that case, we could spend the entire evening strolling around. Only if you're interested, of course."
Nanami’s lips twitched. “I live nearby.” 
“Where?” You weren’t ashamed to have been so upfront. It was more of a precautionary measure. 
And he didn't seem bothered, quickly revealing the familiar neighborhood you instantly recognized. It was a fifteen-minute walk from your own place.
"May I step out momentarily to make a call?" Nanami asked, pulling out his phone. It was the latest model you noticed—one that came out last week and mocked your own that was five versions older. “It will be quick.” 
“By all means.” You had to fix your hair and make-up anyway. 
Nanami nodded and exited the shop, leaving you to flee behind the counter. As you crouched down to check yourself in the small mirror tucked away in the lower drawer, you couldn't help but feel a warmth on your face from the unexpected collapse, the sweet, brief kiss, and his impeccable navy blue suit decorated with yellow cufflinks. Maybe a café was too casual for him; a restaurant might have been a more suitable choice. An expensive choice. However, you were adamant about not letting Nanami cover the entire cost.
Upon his return, five minutes later, you both settled at one of the three round tables in your bakery (he even pulled out your chair for you). Sipping on your coffees and enjoying the casse-croûtes and chocolate pastries, the conversation seemed somewhat one-sided. Yet, Nanami's aloof demeanor never made you feel inferior for dominating the dialogue. He listened to every word and vowel with his undivided attention, nodding alongside and adding in short sentences when he could relate to your childhood shenanigans. 
"Wait," he interrupted, causing you to halt in your tracks. The sun cast a warm glow on his face, making his eyes narrow into slits, but God did he look handsome. He extended his hand and brushed a thumb near your lips, discovering a small chocolate smudge. Swiftly, he licked it clean and tidied up the area around your lips with a napkin. "Beautiful."
“What?” 
Nanami was a deer in headlights. He sunk his head, beating himself up from murmuring his thoughts aloud—at least, that’s what you concluded. "You look beautiful," he declared with more assurance, his gaze on your face. "You are beautiful, Y/N."
Oh, my. 
Your heart was going to claw itself out of your chest. You could cook an egg on your face from how heated it had gotten. In fact, you were burning hotter than the sun, which continuously made him squint and blink. “Thank you.” 
He nodded twice, finishing the remnants of his coffee. Rising, he disposed of the cups and wrappers in the garbage bin, then extended a hand to help you stand. "I'll wait outside while you close up."
At a lightning pace, you ensured that everything in the bakery was safely unplugged and shut off. Grabbing your purse, you gave yourself a quick once-over in the mirror, adjusting your face and hair. Stepping outside, you meticulously locked the door and gates.
Without a word, Nanami entwined his fingers with yours, causing you to smile like an idiot at him. He maintained a straight, vigilant gaze, seemingly unresponsive as you wrapped yourself around his arm. A subtle smirk tugged at your lips when you felt his muscles flex.
You walked for hours, café-hopping and trying pastries, baked goods, and sweet drinks. Every time Nanami attempted to cover the expenses with his cash, you scolded him, insisting that since you had suggested the place, you should be the one to pay. It was a rule you had read about online, and all your friends stuck to it religiously. The thought of Nanami spending his hard-earned money on your interests made you feel incredibly guilty.
As a matter of fact, you were feeling guilty about tons of things. He told you he worked at an investment firm, which meant it was a nine-to-five, likely sporting a migraine he kept hidden, and now he was being dragged around the shopping district by you, forced to listen to you because he was a man who didn’t complain, wouldn’t complain, and long, story short, you wanted to die. 
“Kento,” you muttered, removing your hand from his, goosebumps rippling on your skin. 
“Yes, darling?” 
Your chest felt like it was being clenched in a fist. “I'm . . . I’m sorry.” 
“For what?” 
“For making you do all this. For making you pay for everything. For dragging you around when you're probably on the verge of exhaustion." Avoiding his gaze, you fixed your eyes on the concrete beneath you. “I know I can be too much sometimes—well, all the time.” A self-deprecating chuckle escaped your lips. "Exes in my past relationships have made it clear. I get overly excited easily, crave attention like one needs oxygen, trust people too easily to the point of getting scammed, and, well, I don't bring anything particularly special to the table. I'm sorry, Kento. Maybe it's best if we just stay friends?”
Nanami’s soft fingers lifted your chin up. Your words absolutely shattered his face, leaving you to feel worse than before. His lips were parted into a frown, his brows were scrunched up, brown irises flickering like he couldn’t believe you said that. This was the most reaction he had given you in the year that you’ve known him. 
“No,” he said. 
You blinked the tears gathered at your waterline. “No?” 
“No.” Nanami took a calming breath, closing his eyes. His forehead gently pressed against yours. “Please, let me be selfish for this once. For you. I can’t let you go—I won’t let you go."
"Kento—"
"I want to do this, Y/N. I want to pay for everything. I want you to drag me around because I’ll never be too tired for you.” Nanami drew back and cradled your sobbing face in his large hands. “I know I fail to show it, darling, but I love your excitement. I love paying attention to every detail of you because you’ve become my oxygen source. You’re a good, kindhearted woman, and anyone would be lucky to be seen by you. And you don’t have to bring anything to the table because there isn’t one dividing us, keeping us lengths apart.” His lips brushed your forehead, imprinting his words into your mind. "I want us to be more than just friends. I want us to be best friends. Lovers. In this life and the ones that follow."
You could explode. 
Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, seeking support as if the ground beneath you was about to crumble. Yet, you knew he would catch you, just as before. He was so real, embracing you wholly, both of you breathing in each other's scents to confirm a human like this could exist. How grateful you were he stumbled into your bakery that one rainy night, and how grateful he was that you offered him free coffee and a casse-croûte while he was freezing and trembling. His presence brought life to your bakery, gave you something to look forward to when you were at your lowest, and you gave him . . . everything. You were his everything since the first day. 
As the shared silence lingered, Nanami's phone shattered the moment, its noisy ring cutting through the haze. You instinctively stepped back, but he clung to your hand as if afraid you might slip away.
Never, Nanami Kento. You’re stuck with me. 
When he took out his phone, you caught a glimpse of the contact name: Satoru (assistant). 
Before you could process the fact Nanami had an assistant, he swiped right. “Yeah?” 
The voice on the other end resonated with loud cheerfulness in the quiet alleyway. Nanami half-rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Very well. Leave it there. I’ll be there when I want to.” 
The assistant chuckled and sang his goodbye, the cheerful tone abruptly cutting off as Nanami ended the call and slid his phone back into his pocket.
“Do all stockbrokers have assistants?” 
He tilted his head. “I’m not a stockbroker.” 
“Oh? I’m sorry. I assumed because you worked at an investment firm.” 
“Yes, I was a stockbroker.” He nodded, warming your hand in his, then casually added, “But I own a firm now.” 
Your brows hit your hairline. “That’s amazing!” 
“Thank you. We have several locations around the country. Kento Investments. Have you heard of it?” 
Heard of it? You were a client some time ago when you were starting your bakery. All you encountered were glowing reviews about their ethical practices, a refreshing leave from the scheming ways of most investment firms that had previously taken advantage of you. It stood out as the industry leader in your research, and the team was lovely in guiding you through the process, so much so that you even invited them to your grand opening.
"Ah, you have." Nanami grinned, gently tilting your chin upward and closing your gaping mouth. "Therefore, my darling, don't feel guilty about me covering the expenses. I'm quite secure in my position to support both of us for centuries."
All you could manage was a disbelieving chuckle as you rested your forehead against his chest. Taking it as an invitation, he embraced you, crowning you with kisses. 
Lifting your head, you said, "There's something I want to get for you."
"What is it?"
Hand-in-hand, you pulled him back toward the bustling district, the sound of his deep laughter echoing in the air. Your own laughter naturally joined in.
As you strolled past a vendor selling accessories, your attention was drawn to an item you had briefly noticed earlier in your walk. Although you planned to purchase it the following day and surprise him in the afternoon, tonight felt like the perfect moment.
Politely approaching the elderly vendor, you asked, "Could I please try those on?" He handed you a pair of round sunglasses with a green tint to the lenses. Standing on your toes, you carefully placed the glasses on Nanami's nose, adjusting them to sit perfectly on the bridge. The sides of the spectacles featured a stylish steampunk design that complemented his narrow, sharp features. "Handsome.”
"I'll take it.” Nanami reached for his wallet. However, you were one step ahead, swiftly bringing out the spare change you had set aside in your coat pocket. You had already calculated the price, ready to outsmart him in this little game of charity.
“Y/N.” 
“Thank you,” you said to the shop vendor, ignoring Nanami’s stare. 
“Y/N.” 
“Yes, darling?" You looped around his arm and began your stroll down the sidewalk. “Oh, come on. Let me be selfish and treat you once in a while.” You cut off his protests with a kiss. 
He surrendered instantly. 
Over the next four weeks, you didn’t realize how quickly you’d become comfortable with Nanami. Like clockwork, he would arrive at your bakery, patiently occupying a table until your duties with customers or decorating displays finished. Now resembling a vibrant florist shop, the bakery owed its transformation to Nanami's thoughtful gestures—bouquets of flowers in every shade of yellow, orange, and white became an amusing routine. As you arranged them in vases, you would burst into fits of giggles like a maniac. 
You and him were like a Venn diagram, overlapping in unexpected places. He enjoyed non-fiction, classics, and history books; you immersed yourself in the world of romance and mystery novels. TV nights were a compromise between his love for documentaries and your penchant for anything sappy on Netflix, occasionally spicing things up with a true-crime documentary. His fascination with astronomy met your fixation with astrology, and surprisingly, he didn't scoff when you read the lines on his palms. Instead, he appreciated it just as much as you cherished his nightly photos of the moon and his ability to name the stars above.
At least, you were both Team Cats.
Nanami introduced you to his friends, including his quirky assistant Gojo, who had a habit of shamelessly flirting with you, seemingly just to get under Nanami's skin. However, your boyfriend was secure enough not to let it bother him. Yet, a trace of possessiveness would emerge during sex—when the two of you were entwined in bed, bodies bared and bathed in the aftermath of shared sweat.
Exiting the restaurant after a delightful dinner date, Nanami turned to you and suggested, "I'd like to invite you to my home tonight."
Finally, you thought, resisting the urge to dip your toes into the topic of visiting his home, especially considering he had been a frequent guest at yours.
The fact that he lived nearby had always puzzled you; he mentioned it casually yet never extended an invitation for a simple coffee or a chat on his welcome mat. Weekends saw him working from your living room, staying overnight, but on weekdays, he'd only spend a brief hour or two with you before heading home, a practice that seemed counterintuitive given his closeness. Despite the confusion, you hesitated to jeopardize your relationship by fishing too deeply.
So far, Nanami hadn't given you any reason to doubt him.
"Are you sure?" you asked cautiously.
"Absolutely, darling.” Nanami took your hand and planted a small kiss on the back of it. "I apologize for the delay. I've been having it . . ." He casually flicked up his sunglasses that had slipped. ". . . renovated."
“Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I’d love to!” 
Nanami nodded and leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Thank you for being so patient. I know it was eating you alive. You're not exactly the master of hiding your emotions.” He gave you a small smile and kissed your cheek again. 
You responded with a smile that crinkled your nose. "Just a bit anxious, that's all."
"Understandable.” He guided you toward his neighbourhood, exchanging a warm smile as you nestled against his arm. Observing the goosebumps on your skin and the faint shivers, he realized you had forgotten your cardigan. Without hesitation, he removed his blazer and draped it around your shoulders, helping you slip your arms through the sleeves and buttoning it up.
You took a deep breath, inhaling the pleasant scent from the collars. "You always smell so good."
Nanami bent down, kissing the side of your neck right above your racing pulse. "As do you," he murmured against your skin. "Always."
“Gosh, you're so flirty,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his midsection and burying your face in his chest.
“Come on now.” 
You walked for another ten minutes, taking a five-minute pit stop to pet a stray cat before stopping in front of a towering residence building. It was one of those extravagant ones boasting a fountain in the lobby and a vigilant security guard who greeted Nanami with a two-finger salute.
Hand on your back, Nanami guided you toward the elevator with mirrors on all sides.
He exuded an air of sophistication in his neatly rolled-up black dress shirt, complemented by beige pants. His pale, blond hair was slicked back, a Rolex clasped his wrist, and veins corded his well-defined forearms. The sunglasses you had given him rested atop his head. 
As Nanami caught your eyes on the reflective surfaces, a sudden blush warmed your cheeks. “What is it?” 
“Nothing,” you whispered, fingers idly playing with the golden butterfly bracelet he had given you on the night he asked you to be his girlfriend. “I was just . . . God, you’re so beautiful. Sometimes, I think I’m dreaming of you. And I don’t want to wake up from it.” 
Nanami released his grip on your hand, wrapping his arm around your waist. He tilted your chin upward and planted a lecherous kiss on your lips. As you stumbled backward, your back met the cool surface of a mirror, and you clung to his biceps. He continued kissing your jaw and nibbling at your neck.
“Ken—Wait, there’s a camera!” 
“I own the building.” 
Without allowing you to react, he kissed you fervently, his hands framing your face and his knee pressing between your legs. Your hips ground against the muscled surface, creating a heated friction that drew a moan from him.
The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival, but Nanami was undeterred. He refused to break the kiss. Lifting you effortlessly, he cradled you with a single forearm beneath your backside and your arms encircling his neck. Laughter echoed as you entered directly into the main corridor of his penthouse.
“Your front door is an elevator?” You marveled with an open jaw. 
“Yes, it seems so.”
Oh, how you loved his monotonous replies. 
Nanami gently placed you onto the expansive white surface of his couch, smoothly moving over your body to continue. 
“I knew you were a clean freak,” you said between his kisses, “but your penthouse looks like it was bought this morning.” 
“Two weeks ago.” He kisses down your neck, sideways toward your left shoulder. “That’s why I waited to invite you. Gojo was having the place decorated. I've installed a library for you, too. We can go book-shopping this weekend.” 
"Wait, what?" You pushed him back by his chest, incredulous. "Hold on, hold on, hold on. You mean to tell me you moved in just two weeks ago?"
"Yes," he answered, tilting his head slightly perplexedly. "When you asked about my residence, I panicked and couldn't come up with a proper answer, fearing you might decline my invitation for a walk. So, I bought this building from the previous owner on the spot. There are also commercial benefits. Quite a strategic move, if you ask me." With that, Nanami resumed his attention, focusing on kissing your collarbones and skillfully lowering your dress, exposing your chest to him.
But you were still stuck on the subject like a pesky fruit fly. “But you don’t live here?” 
“I don’t.” His mouth brushed over the mound of your left breast. “I live in Shibuya.” 
“Shibuya? Kento, that’s an hour and a half away!"
"Hmm." He glanced up, mouth sucking at your nipple.
"You've been faithfully coming to my city every single day, all the way from Shibuya, for a whole year? You've been burning all that gas just to be with me?"
He broke away to say, "Gojo drives me occasionally," and switched to your right breast.
"Nanami Kento, are you out of your mind?"
Finally, he released you and sighed. "I fail to see the issue here." He appeared so innocent, with his moist lips, tousled hair, and a crumpled dress shirt. 
You hurriedly sat up, readjusting your dress, which seemed to displease him. "I'm at a loss for words." Your gaze caught the weariness etched on his face, the bags under his eyes, the slow, heavy blinks signaling his desperate need for sleep. "You haven't actually been living here, have you?"
Upon hearing that, Nanami let out a weary sigh. "I do it when I'm too drained to make the drive back on weekdays."
As the details of his schedule fell into place, you flinched inwardly. He would rise at the crack of dawn, dedicate endless hours to handling clients at the office, and then endure a lengthy drive to your city, only to spend his evenings with you before leaving around midnight to return to Shibuya. The only time he would stay overnight at your place was on Saturdays, and he would depart early on Sundays for work. And all this time, you had believed he had an office in your city.
Oh, God. 
You loved him. 
You loved him so much.
Tears welled up in your eyes at the realization of just how much he loved you. The man had gone so far as to purchase an entire building in your city just to be closer to you. He showered you with affection at every opportunity, devoted his alone time to you with undivided attention and mind-blowing orgasms, and his bank transactions were probably dedicated to you. 
“I don’t deserve your kindness,” you whispered. 
“Neither did I the night when we met.” Nanami’s words always had a comforting effect on you. He gently pulled you onto his lap, and you curled up like a fetus, planting a kiss on his cheekbone. “I’ve loved you for a very long time, Y/N. I love . . . God, I love you so much. I didn't realize I was capable of feeling this much love for another human until I met you. It was all locked up inside me, and you held the key all along, darling." Leaning forward, he smoothly swept his blazer and delved into the pocket, revealing a small yellow box. With trembling hands, you accepted it and opened it to find a petite, golden key inside. “Our front door is an elevator.” 
Your breath hitched. “What?” 
“Move in with me.” 
“Kento—”
“I know. I know it's quite early to discuss this, and I want to give you the space and time to consider it. As you mentioned, your lease ends next month, and I'll officially be transitioning to remote work with a few business trips every other week. It would mean a lot to me if you decided to join me on those trips." He gently placed the key in your hand, kissing your fist. "I'm scheduled to travel to Malaysia next month."
Overpowered with emotion, you choked out a sob and immediately lunged at him with a hug, causing both of you to stumble backward as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He loved you. He wanted you to move in with him. He wanted to travel with you, starting with Malaysia. Suddenly, the tips he left in your jar took on a deeper significance, backing the idea that you weren't meant to journey alone, why you weren’t meant to go with that swindling bastard. As Nanami's gestures of kindness and service became increasingly evident, your tears welled up, choking him in a tight embrace that eventually had him laughing.
Last November, Nanami Kento had stepped into your small bakery, raindrops clinging to him, unknowingly marking his permanent presence in your life.
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pseudowho · 3 months
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Post-ShibuyaAU! Grey Nanami Kento...
🎄Christmas Headcanons
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As an accompaniment to my story, Grey (link here); an AU where Nanami survives Shibuya exploration because I'm never going to be over his loss.
Merry Christmas, from Haitch, @silkspunweb and Greynami
Part 1 of Greynami Headcanons, link here
Part 2 of Greynami Headcanons, link here
Warnings: Severe injury (burns, eye loss), PTSD, alcohol use, depression, light smut, angst, AU headcanons
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Before he met you:
AU!Nanami Kento who is barely holding himself together on the first Christmas after the Shibuya Incident, healed but not.
AU!Nanami Kento who spends most of his December evenings drinking himself to sleep, in a sleepy haze on the sofa while Christmas specials run quietly in the background.
AU!Nanami Kento who starts hunting Curses of his own jurisdiction, losing track of the days as he sweeps from case to case, kill to kill, nobody's servant.
AU!Nanami Kento who finds a family home and all of its corpses while he's on the hunt for a Curse; stepping over the bloodied threshold, shoes crunching on stained broken glass, he only realises it's Christmas Eve by the stockings hung out and the little broken bodies of their owners beneath them.
AU!Nanami Kento who cries himself to sleep.
AU!Nanami Kento who works through Christmas despite being ill, trying to numb his fear and loneliness, isolated but unable to ask for help.
AU!Nanami Kento who ends up in Shoko's care again; not taking care of himself, not sleeping, and not eating, so a cold grows into an infection and he welcomes in the New Year in a feverish daze in a Jujutsu High hospital bed.
AU!Nanami Kento who declines all visitors, the curtains pulled round his bed.
AU!Itadori Yuuji, Ino Takuma and Gojo Satoru, who leave Kento's gifts by the door for Shoko to collect.
After he meets you:
AU!Nanami Kento who would have planned to keep his head down and keep working, ignoring the Christmas lights and music...if not for you, so excited as the holiday approaches, making his heart swell.
AU!Nanami Kento who grasps your joy with both hands, clinging desperately to the hope for a happier life.
AU!Nanami Kento who lets you know he's ready to partake, by quietly sending his Christmas playlist to you. You never mention it, but begin a silent exchange of each adding new songs to the playlist. Kento hears you giggling in the kitchen as he adds a new one while brushing his teeth.
AU!Nanami Kento who looks at Jujutsu High, and all of its orphaned, abandoned or lonely children.
AU!Nanami Kento who kisses you back into the sofa cushions when you give him an unequivocal yes to his cautious Christmas Day Grand Plan proposal, with you, laughing and squeaking as he nuzzles with glee into your pyjama collar.
AU!Jujutsu High Staff and Kids, who begin to receive lovingly handwritten Christmas Day invitations from Kento and you.
AU!Nanami Kento who brushes off any offers of compensation from those who accept his invitation- and everybody accepts. Just bring yourself, he insists.
AU!Nanami Kento who doesn't take a mission for weeks; he's far too busy making lists, ensuring everyone attending has gifts to open, making recipe and aesthetic Pinterest boards and sharing them with you. Your evenings are spent toe-to-toe on the sofa, feet affectionately rubbing against each other's, discussing recipes and decorations.
AU!Nanami Kento whose love for you only grows when you throw yourself wholeheartedly into making preparations with him. You take up crochet; Kento becomes a plant dad, keen for his home to look more homely.
AU!Nanami Kento who sets his alarm early on Christmas morning, only to find you've beaten him to it and are already in the kitchen. He can't resist sneaking up on you, and you shriek in a puff of flour when he picks you up from behind, spinning you and popping you up onto the counter, scarred face blowing raspberries into your chest as you hit at him with a wooden spoon.
AU!Nanami Kento who starts the Christmas playlist, spinning you round the living room for just one song; there's just so much to do.
AU!Nanami Kento who bakes the gingerbread and pastries while you prepare the dinner, flicking flour and potato peelings at each other as you sing along (badly) to Christmas music.
AU!Nanami Kento who has a momentary pang of anxiety about his scars and eye patch, before you hand him the ugliest Christmas jumper he's ever seen in his life. He looks at you in disgust, but his face breaks into a smile as you step out in your matching jumper.
AU!Nanami Kento who struggles weakly as you pin him against the wall, pulling his cardigan off him and replacing it with the jumper. He struggles a little harder when you replace his eyepatch with a Christmassy one.
AU!Nanami Kento who can barely reach the Christmas tree light switch, for all the presents stacked around it.
AU!Nanami Kento who is overjoyed when people begin pouring through the door, shedding coats and scarves, bearing gifts of food, drinks, and board games, with Inumaki bringing his whole carefully packed games console.
AU!Nanami Kento whose home is suddenly, overwhelmingly full of love, laughter and merriment, watching you ensure everyone has drinks and snacks while he finishes dinner. Being in the kitchen makes it easier to hide that he's tearing up a bit.
AU!Nanami Kento whose dining table ends up too small to hold all of the people, so it holds the food instead, and the people find perches on chairs, the floor, footstools, in a giant Christmas picnic.
AU!Nanami Kento who is too full-up to move...but never too full to thrash Inumaki and Yuuji at Mario Kart.
AU!Nanami Kento who gives Maki some more burn ointment and a short one-armed squeeze, while she and Yuuta warm up the mulled wine in the kitchen.
AU!Nanami Kento who is just so bad at charades.
AU!Nanami Kento who almost weeps with laughter watching you, Nobara and Megumi play Twister after too much to drink.
AU!Nanami Kento who has left mistletoe above an unreasonable amount of doorways, starting a drunken cheek-kissing competition between the party attendees. Takuma Ino is winning, ambushing all passers-by in the bathroom doorway, male or female.
AU!Nanami Kento who was, of course, happy for Yoshino Junpei to bring his mother too; she spends the evening smoking and laughing by a garden firepit with Shoko, while Junpei, Yuuji and the others begin an irresponsible arm wrestling competition.
AU!Maki who wipes the floor with everyone.
AU!Nanami Kento who spirits you away to a dark, quiet nook, peeking round the corner before pulling the cupboard door closed, kissing you deeply and sinking his fingers into your hair to the distant sounds of revelry, which might as well be a hundred miles away.
AU!Nanami Kento who, to his surprise, welcomes Satoru as a late attendee. There is a quiet exchange at the door, before Kento allows Satoru to pull him in for a hug. Just one. It's Christmas after all.
AU!Nanami Kento who must accept many more hugs before the night is over, everyone overjoyed by their gifts.
AU!Nanami Kento who chokes up a little bit when he opens his first present from you; a tie, identical to his leopard print one lost at Shibuya. Found it on eBay, you insist as he pulls it on over his Christmas jumper to applause.
AU!Nanami Kento who waves everyone home with you, snuggled beside him under one arm, until the house is finally quiet and still, the love still remaining in every nook, every cobweb, every scrap of wrapping paper.
AU!Nanami Kento who curls up on the sofa with you, warm and whole under a blanket, until the kisses get deeper and hands start wandering-- let's get to bed, he insists, discarding your Christmas jumpers on the floor.
AU!Nanami Kento who has finished off Christmas in the very best way (in his humble opinion); in between your legs, gazing at you in unadulterated adoration as you whisper your love to him in the lamplight.
AU!Nanami Kento who reaches over you into his bedside drawer, just before sleep washes over you; just one more gift, he hushes behind your ear, and your heart leaps into your throat as his fingers unfold in front of you, to reveal a single tiny square box.
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Merry Christmas, you beautiful little sausages.
-- Haitch xxx
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wttcsms · 6 months
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most noble ; kento nanami.
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pairing kento nanami x f!reader  word count 3.6k  synopsis your beloved knight nobly defends your honor by participating in a tourney to duel the man who insults you. he does not realize that the reward for his victory is your hand in marriage. content contains medieval royal au, knight!nanami & princess!reader, age gap (reader is 22/nanami is 29), longing!!! it's about the pining!!!, requited unrequited love, romantic tension, nanami being hopelessly in love but feeling undeserving :( author's notes omg can y'all just get ur acts together n marry each other holy shit (make me make a pt. 2, plssss)
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Kento Nanami knows that he’s made a mistake, perhaps one so major that not even taking another professional role within the castle will be able to cover it up. Then again, it’s not like him leaving his post the first time around has resulted in any change. Maybe him leaving only to return back to your side once more is precisely the reason why he’s making so many mistakes.
For example, earlier this week, his fingers brushed against yours while handing you your tiara. Or, just before that, he found himself remaining only two steps behind you rather than the traditional three. And maybe he’s just paranoid, afraid that he’s being obvious and overly obnoxious in his displays of affection for you, but he did not earn the title of Head Knight of the Royal Guard for no reason. The king — your father — would not have bestowed such a prestigious title to a man who is not always proceeding with constant caution. 
To any visitor of the court, Sir Nanami is just another highly skilled knight, dedicated to protecting the princess. To Nanami, he is a lovesick fool trailing after you, failing to mask his true affections. 
No one sees through him, except for the one person who he so wishes were blind to his feelings. 
Easily excitable and sweetly endearing, you are the heiress to the throne and future ruler to citizens who adore you. It’s hard not to fall for your charm or the kindness that you bestow upon anyone who comes across your path. You’re considered to be the sun that shines over the kingdom, and Nanami knows of no star that shines brighter than you. 
But behind your youthful exuberance and seemingly carefree attitude is a highly perceptive young lady of the court. With your cheery smiles and laughter that seems to flow so easily and rings through the halls of the castle, it is easy to forget that one day, you will be queen, and that you have been raised your whole life to fulfill your royal duty. 
It is easy to remember this fact when you’re sitting atop your throne, staring down at him as he kneels. 
“You regret it,” you say, absentmindedly tracing the intricate designs carved onto the handles of your seat. You still haven’t learned how to stop moving your hands every time you’re nervous. It’s your only tell; for as well as you can read Nanami, he can read you even better. Your anxiety only causes him to tighten his jaw, his eyes focused on the lower half of your face because this is all his role allows him to do. He should not dare to look Her Royal Highness in the eyes; not at his lowly level in comparison to you.
You frown at his silence, knowing that he’s doing it to raise the barrier between you two. Four years ago, he hadn’t tried to shut you out so firmly, and every day since then, you have spent all your free time wondering why he wants nothing to do with you. 
The it you’re referring to could be many different things. “It” could possibly be him leaving his station as your personal knight in order to become one of the king’s advisors. “It” could also be referring to him returning to be your knight. Or maybe you’re talking about the kiss the two of you shared a fortnight before he decided to stop being your royal guard. The kiss that lingers on his lips, even to this day. He doesn’t even have to think hard enough to remember the wonderful feeling of your soft lips pressed against his own, or that saccharine taste of yours that is yours alone; no fruit, no candy, nothing has ever been able to mimic your sweetness. The kiss that never should have been. The kiss, the kiss, the kiss.
Maybe “it” is none of that, or maybe it’s all of the above. He knows you, and you’re not going to clarify because you believe that Nanami is a mindreader, and for the most part, he is. He knows what gowns you favor, and when you’re sleepy during court meetings, and he knows what order you’re going to eat the food on your plate. He knows where you go when you want to be alone (to the horse stables, to be with your beloved mare), and what your favorite tiara looks like, and that you snort when you laugh (but only ever in the presence of those you are truly comfortable with; only ever in the presence of him). 
He does not, however, know about his place in your heart. 
You wonder if he’s forcing himself to be unaware of your feelings for him. Sometimes, in the corner of your eyes and in your shadow that he follows, you catch him staring at you longingly, hopefully. With a type of reverence that differs from the one grateful citizens show you. This one feels… intimate. A look meant to be shared only with lovers. 
Lovers.
You had toyed with the idea four years ago, when you were eighteen and bright-eyed and much too hopeful for your own good. You craved romance and passion, and whichever suitor you came across, you always found them to be lacking, none of them comparing to Sir Nanami. And you knew, with girlish glee, that it is Nanami that you want. And then came that fateful afternoon in the gardens where you kissed him, and you swore that flowers started blooming on the bushes as a result. The birds were singing, and the sun was shining much brighter than ever, and you felt weightless. As if the inevitability of having to rule a kingdom was no longer a point of stress, and the burdens of your royal duty slipped from your shoulders and melted into the dewy grass beneath you. All that existed, for that brief second of bliss, was you and Nanami.  
And then, two weeks later, he resigned and decided to work for your father. 
His return had come as a surprise to you. During the years he stopped being your knight, you saw him only once a week, if the fates decided to bless you. For the most part, you’ve grown accustomed to only seeing his broad back or a flash of blond hair passing you by in the corridor. You wonder if he knows that he’s your first kiss — your only kiss. Surely he must. He’s spent a good portion of his life ensuring that your virtue was to never be tainted. 
“I do not know what you speak of, My Lady.” He says. He speaks so little to you now that you savor the sound of his deep baritone, the smoothness of how words seem to glide off his tongue. Nanami takes something so mundane as talking and turns it into an art. 
“You regret the duel.” 
And here lies the grand mistake that Nanami cannot figure out how to fix. He believes that being cold to you will perhaps dissuade anyone from assuming how closely he holds you to his heart (his act of emotional indifference towards you is so convincing, even you sometimes believe it), but he’s only human. He is a slave to his emotions — the utterly irrational ones, the ones that make him act a fool — as all men are. 
Nanami hadn’t intended on participating in the tourney. He’s nearing twenty-nine, after all. He’s reached the highest status any knight could possibly aspire to, and he no longer is a squire from a commoner family with something to prove. Tourneys are a thing of the past, a memory from his boyhood. 
But there are visitors from all sorts of lands who came down for this royal celebration. A lowly lord from a kingdom ruled by Mahito is precisely the type of scum that does a disservice to all men. Crass, vulgar, and entirely immature, Lord Shigemo has a dastardly reputation for never keeping his disgusting comments or filthy hands to himself. And while it was not his touch that threatened your very virtue, it was the perverted proclamations he kept declaring that had Nanami seeing red. 
“She’s a bit old for my liking, but I still bet her maidenhood is ripe enough for the taking. I’d love to see her bleed all over my cock.” Lord Shigemo snickers as he loudly announces this, his beady eyes staring right at you. He’s smart enough to not say your name, lest his head end up on a stake outside your father’s castle, but he’s dumb enough to not heed the warnings he’s been told. 
The princess is protected by the bravest of all knights, and the most honorable of all gentlemen. 
For that comment alone, Nanami is ready to unsheathe his sword and behead Shigemo, but he knows he cannot. There has been no direct threat to you, and Nanami has just enough restraint to remember that his anger cannot get the best of him. He is not to harm visitors to the kingdom, no matter how deserving of punishment they are, because maintaining peace between the lands is of the utmost importance. 
But the way your body stiffens and the almost sickly pallor of your face that occur as a result of Lord Shigemo’s verbal transgression is enough to have Nanami pledge his participation in the dueling tourney. He signs his name in the same competition bracket as Shigemo’s, and you’re pleasantly surprised when Nanami kneels down, asking for your favor and a blessing as he goes to represent your family. 
“And what has made you so keen on dueling now, hmm? Why, King Gojo has spent the better half of today trying to goad you into jousting with his knight.” You’re teasing him, eyes sparkling, your gibe gentle and without malicious intent.
You’re not trying to convince Nanami to not partake in the tournament. In fact, you take secret pleasure in watching his swordsmanship, even going out of your way to sneak into the training grounds and watch as he practices moves you’re certain he’s already perfected. For a man with so much muscle mass, he moves swiftly and with a sharp, quick precision that does not befit his firm build. 
“It is to defend my lady’s honor.” He curses himself for being so forthright with his intentions. He could have told you that it was to honor your family, and it would not have been a lie, but it wouldn’t have been said with the same strong conviction he speaks with now. It is not the king or any of your cousins that he is fighting for; it is just you, only you. 
Removing the brooch from your gown, you attach it to the cloth of his shirt that is soon to be covered by armor. It’s a dark blue gem, matching the color your house favors. 
“My most noble of all protectors. You have my favor, then, and all my prayers.” As you always do is the real ending to your sentence, but you fear that if you reveal too much, then Nanami will not be able to focus and give this tourney his all. You wonder if you should reveal the prize for winning, but decide against it at the last minute when he dares to look at you, a glimmer of the same affection from four years ago shining in his dark eyes. It’s a similar look to the one he gave you before your lips met his. 
The urge to kiss him again rises, your heart thumping against your chest, but all you allow yourself to do is smile at him.
The tourney itself is a quick event. Usually, it lasts far longer than the hour it takes up, and the gambling a tense, exciting affair. With Nanami entering at the last minute, most gamblers changed their bets to go all in on him winning, and for a good reason. He makes quick work of every opponent unfortunate enough to be paired with him, and the only time Nanami truly takes his sweet time is when he comes face to face with an anxious Lord Shigemo. 
Even toying with him doesn’t give Nanami much pleasure. Shigemo is a weak opponent, a poorly trained fighter, and a pitiful excuse of a man. Tired of his time being wasted, Nanami has the man shaking underneath the sharp point of his sword within seconds after deciding he is done playing these games. Even after being declared the winner of the whole tourney, an outcome he isn’t surprised at, he doesn’t feel any satisfaction. Flowers and handkerchiefs are being thrown at him as a show of respect and celebration, but only when he looks up into the crowd, his eyes focusing on your smiling visage, does he feel an ounce of pure happiness.
Before he can climb the steps leading to the showbox that houses all the prominent royal families, one of the tourney competitors stops to congratulate Nanami. 
“Lucky bastard.” It’s Naoya Zenin, Crown Prince of the neighboring kingdom. Nanami is glad he was not competing in the same bracket as the prince; not because of a difference in skill, but because wounding a Zenin’s pride was considered treason to them. 
“It’s just flowers.” Nanami says. He doesn’t understand what Naoya’s fascination with them are, but perhaps it’s the glory of being a victor that he’s envious of.
“Don’t be a fool.” Naoya scoffs. “We all know the real prize that every damn man was trying to claim.” 
Nanami is still confused. Of course, Naoya talks incessantly and most of the time, Nanami does not care what the Zenin heir has to say, but he did notice that there were far more competitors signing up for the tourney than previous years. Is there a monetary reward no one told him about? 
“So, how much for you to forfeit?” Naoya asks, completely unaware of Nanami's ignorance. 
“Pardon?”
He rolls his eyes, as if Nanami is some type of undomesticated animal, untrained to following commands. Nanami wishes he had been placed in the same bracket as Naoya now, treason charges be damned. 
“Never mind, then. I’m sure the princess herself will just make an announcement rescinding the reward.” Naoya smirks at the thought of that, and Nanami struggles to fight the urge to demand the prince stop being so cryptic and to just explain what the hell he’s rambling on about. Rescind what reward? 
A familiar head of pink hair pops up by his side, and Nanami immediately recognizes his young student. Eager Yuuji Itadori is smiling widely, happy for his teacher, and for once, Nanami is grateful that young Itadori does not know how to beat around the bush.
“Wow, congratulations, Sir Nanami! I had no idea that you wanted to marry Princess [Name]! Will you still be able to train me as Prince Consort?” 
Nanami’s blood runs cold. Oblivious to his mentor’s sudden anguish, Yuuji continues on. 
“Her Royal Highness was so kind to open the competition for her hand to any class. Of course, some people dared to criticize her and claim it’s because she’s becoming too old to be a maiden so she had to cast a wide net, but I know plenty of ladies who are unwed in their twenties. Will you still be her knight as her husband, or will that role have to go to someone else? Say, Sir Nanami, are you feeling alright?” 
You’re beaming with pride at your beloved knight’s victory, yet nervousness at watching him interact with Prince Naoya started creeping in. You start to relax when the Zenin heir walks off, but your peace of mind shatters when you watch Sir Itadori engage in conversation with Nanami. You watch his facial expression tighten, his body tense up, and you realize that Nanami knows. He knows that he has a right to be betrothed to you, and it dawns on you, from his poor reaction, that this is not the outcome he wanted. 
Which leaves the two of you here, alone in your throne room. Your father had found your idea of a tournament for your hand in marriage to be a silly one, but he had indulged you because you promised to be betrothed to someone at the end of it. By standards of the court, you’re much too old at twenty-two to remain unwed. 
You’ve been plotting ways to get Nanami to participate, even daring to consider commanding him to do so, but never has being a victim to malicious comments ever been as beneficial as it has today. Nanami signed up for the tourney by his own will! His words ring in your ear, looping incessantly as you watch him fight.
It is to defend my lady’s honor.
He does not know the effect that title has on you, at least when it’s coming from him. My lady. His. 
“If the idea of marrying me causes you so much ire, I will call off the betrothal at once and relieve you from your knightly duties, as well.” You do not want to do such a thing, but… You love Nanami. You love him so much that if it is your presence that pains him, you will take your leave now.
“No.” 
The word comes from somewhere deep within himself, throaty and raw, like it hurts to say it, but it had to be spoken. The fates demand it. 
“No?” You repeat, slowly, almost as if the word is something foreign to your tongue.
“Forgive me, my lady. I did not mean to speak out of turn.” 
“You do not want to leave me?” You say it softly, but it’s just the two of you in this room. Every word exchanged seems to bounce around the walls, ricocheting, hitting the both of you in the face. 
“Princess, it is not a matter of my wants.” Why must you torture him so? While he knows he can never marry you, there was a second of elation that excited his soul at the prospect of being your betrothed. He’s lived a rough life, his calloused palms and hardened heart proof of it. He hasn’t allowed himself to indulge in fantasies for quite some time, but you inspire just enough hope that it stabs him in his heart. Daring to dream of the impossible is a fool’s game. 
“Ask me what I want.” You say it firmly. He obliges. 
“What is it that you want, my lady?”
“You, Kento.” 
No title, no boundaries. You have spoken his name, and that sting in his heart, the harmful side effect of his hope, grows. He dares to look up just a bit more, his eyes staring deep into your own. 
All the walls Nanami painstakingly built to separate you two threaten to crumble right before his very eyes. His battlefield tact is of no use here. Had this been any other battle, he would charge forward with his head and sword raised high. Retreat is not an option for a soldier such as himself. 
So why does he flirt with the idea of fleeing now? 
“I am not deserving.”
“It hurts me when you say that.” And you say it with such a wounded look on your soft features that Nanami knows it must be true. 
“I am not even a lord.” He’s fumbling for an excuse, anything to convince you that marrying him would be a mistake. He finds your stubbornness endearing, but he must get you to understand that you will regret marrying him.
“I have no need for a lord.” You retort, almost scoffing at the notion.
“I am seven years your senior.”
“Much better than the suitors decades older than I.” 
“You must understand that I am not the gentlest of men. I am not built for care.” The tips of his ears turn red, a giveaway to his shame and embarrassment at the fact. 
“I am not fragile.” 
Stubborn. You are much too stubborn for your own good.
“I have tainted you.” He chokes out, staring you directly in the eyes. Showing his sins to the broad daylight filtering through the stained glass windows of this room. “I have stolen a kiss meant for your husband.”
“I kissed you! You have tainted nothing, you have robbed no one!” You exclaim, shocked at his misery. 
“And now I have stolen your fate.” He continues. “You should not wish to marry a man like me, and you will only come to regret this impulsive decision of your youth if you force this betrothal.” 
“Am I forcing you, Sir?” The title seems almost like a mockery, especially after you exchanged it for his given name just minutes prior. 
There is nothing Nanami can say that will change your mind, and he realizes this. He realizes the pure selfishness of wanting you to not change your mind, but he is stubborn as well. The tension in this room wraps around the both of you, binding you two together. It’s a battle of wills, now. 
Perhaps it always has been. 
“You will regret this, my lady.” This is what he says. Inside, he begs of you, please do not regret me. 
Satisfied at seemingly having your way, you settle into your throne, leaning back. 
“So noble of you to want to save me from what you consider a dastardly fate, but I shall be the judge of that.” 
And thus, the engagement period begins.
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mysteria157 · 2 months
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Fic Masterlist
Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Female Reader
Genre: Fluffy Smutty Romance, Unplanned Pregnancy/Sort of Enemies to Lovers AU
CW: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Baby Daddy Nanami Kento, Unplanned Pregnancy, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, MINORS DNI
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Summary: 
You probably shouldn’t have slapped him.
But you didn’t care. He deserved it after days of dismissive remarks and hard glares to everything you worked so hard for.
“I’m pregnant. I don’t want your help. I don’t need your help. The fact that you’re the father is more than enough to keep me away from you.”
or: Despite your differences and frustrations with one another, you share a drunk but passionate night tangled in the sheets. But now, five weeks later, you and Nanami Kento have no choice but to navigate a rocky relationship while also embracing the new responsibilities of parenthood that lay ahead.
Author’s Notes: This is my very first fic and a WIP. I have two more chapters left. This entire process has been a journey and there will always be things that I can improve on. But for now, please enjoy. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I love writing it! <3
~Those Moments In Between - moments that take place during and after It Had To Be You.~
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Chapter Summaries:
Thank you all for coming on this journey with me. Feel free to leave a comment to let me know your thoughts. Or send me a message if you want! Love you all <3
Chapter 1: Your life comes to a startling halt when you realize the abrasive and dismissive man you shared a passionate but drunken night with is now the father of your child.
Chapter 2: That first day when you meet him, you’re bright eyed and ready to work alongside him, filled with so many ideas that will benefit the company. Him, Nanami Kento, a highly esteemed director that always made your stomach flip in desire. But it turns out, he’s not what you thought. Flashback
Chapter 3: When it comes to work, Nanami likes to follow a specific code for people like you. And he would like to think it’s working so far. But one too many drinks and things change. Flashback
Chapter 4: When you think you’re a step ahead to keep Nanami out of your way, your world comes crashing down and makes it harder for you to decide to break the news.
Chapter 5: You want nothing to do with him. Nanami wants to make the right decision. 
Chapter 6: You catch subtle glimpses of another side of Nanami. You both come together to meet the life you have created together. A traumatic part of your life makes itself known. 
Chapter 7: Pregnancy hormones get the best of you. You are given a big opportunity in your company. But it’s not what it seems.
Chapter 8: You deal with the fallout. An unexpected visitor puts your life in jeopardy. Nanami tries to pick up the pieces. 
Chapter 9: You make a life change and show a side of yourself that you never wanted to entertain. Nanami asks you to dinner. 
Chapter 10: You catch a glimpse of the growing life within. A home cooked meal and a searing kiss.
Chapter 11: Nanami gifts you with something that sets a new course in your life. When confessions are finally laid on the table, you both give in.
Chapter 12: A vulnerable moment with each other. A baby shower. An accident that throws Nanami’s life in disarray.
Chapter 13: You and Nanami navigate through grief.
Chapter 14: A birthday, a confession, and a new addition.
Chapter 15: You and Nanami navigate through the first months of parenthood. Nanami gives you an amazing birthday gift. A surprising encounter with someone from Nanami’s past makes you unsure of yourself.
Chapter 16:  The last person you ever wanted to see pries into your life. Nanami makes a life changing decision. Your hard work finally pays off.
Chapter 17: You work hard to bring life to something dear to Nanami.
Chapter 18: You help Nanami on the anniversary of Yu's death. Nanami finally works up his courage during a warm day of Sakura season.
Chapter 19 (Epilogue): Things finally come together.
**Do not plagiarize any of my works or translate without my permission!**
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mintmatcha · 7 months
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the pursuit of silence (and all the noise along the way)
nanami kento x reader
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part one: potential (and the lack there of)
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CW: cisfem reader, Space AU (vaguely Star Wars. Vaguely), reader has a cybernetic limb. slow burn.
JJK AU MINORS DNI
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Out Station, Hosnian System, Core Territories
When you first arrived, the station's constant thrum would keep you awake. The slow, thrusting drawl echoed through your metal cot as the craft perpetually spun, the sound of gears and cogs drilling down to the marrow of your bones to eat at the edges of your mind. Night doesn't exist in space, not in the same way it does on solid ground. There's no physical marker for rest, no sun to rise to mark another day, so everything always trudges forward, with heavy, uneven steps.
 When you were young, the visitors to your planet's surface had told you that space was eerily silent, marked only by the sound of your vessel and your own thoughts.
"Nothing like here," One man -Simmons- had promised. He had tucked himself away into your Sun Dome, waiting for the thunder to calm itself, "Nothin' like this eternal rain."
He had left later that night, leaving only stories about the Inner Rim and an uneasy feeling in your stomach.
"Don't that sound make you wanna go crazy?" he said as he headed towards his ship, "Don't you ever want silence?"
It was funny, how you had never noticed it before, the tap-tap-tap that bore down upon the plexiglass. A frog born into boiling water: you didn't know you were being cooked in it all until someone else told you this wasn't normal.
You've been chasing that silence ever since.
You thought you had found it when you joined the station. Promises of flights to places you've never heard of, adventures you could never dream of: you didn't even bother to pack a bag before jetting off and leaving the rainy planet's surface behind. There, beyond the atmosphere, it was- stretches of ringing, perfect quiet.
Then you arrived and the noises never stopped. It was nothing like the storms you had grown up with, no rhythm, no comfort. Gone was the devil you knew, traded for another nightmare of soot and gears. 
Nothing changed. Maybe you did. The hourly chimes, the rattle of cargo leaving and arriving, the sighs and snores and sex sounds of fellow pilots that shared the dorm: you learned to live with it, allowed yourself to become a part of the drum. In fact, a part of you found comfort in it, like a cosmic lullaby, rocking you to sleep as the stars spun around you.
The sudden sharp, violent clanging of metal on metal is not a part of that lullaby.
You jolt from sleep, clutching at your side for where your blaster usually is, driven only by panic. It takes a couple bleary blinks for you to gauge the scene and realize there's no threat. A pink haired rookie is smiling up at you, his cybernetic limb still clutched against the steel of your bed frame.
"Nine!" Pilot 501-G grins, "Scared ya."
"Stars and Makers, Itadori." You soften your tone, but still kick away his hand. Your own prosthetic isn't as advanced as his; while his is covered in thin synthflesh, the metal of yours is exposed, covered only by sheets, "I just fucking fell asleep."
The younger man laughs, backing away from the wall sheepishly. The glimmer in his eye is what keeps him looking young, despite the scars that cut through his lip and over the bridge of his nose. Someone is snoring a couple bunks over, practically gagging on their own spit. Every now and again, the sound stops and Itadori’s head snaps to look in that direction, concern dripping from his features. You’ll tell him later that it’s just G’hil: he’s been snoring like that for years.
"Sorry, sorry - I thought it was funny!" He better be sorry - you're the one in charge of training his ass, "But they're looking for you, so you gotta get up."
You rub the grit of sleep from your eye. "Who could possibly need me? I just fucking landed--" you check your watch- “Four hours ago.”
"One of the guys with the offices," he shrugs, "They told me you'd know where to go."
You do, unfortunately. Only one commander gives instructions to the G Group. With a groan and stiff back, you throw yourself from the bed. As you slide into your fly suit, Itadori dips his head to the floor to avoid watching you dress. In a few months, he'll lose his modesty too; it's hard to stay pure in such a confined space.
Once you're dressed, you both head into the bustling halls. The paths divert and wind, dipping into ladders for the deeper parts of the station. Itadori still gets lost most days, so he follows you as you wind your way towards the loading bay. 
"Are you going on a mission?" he asks.The recycled air is extra stuff today and you swear it tastes like the slop dining served last meal. 
"It’s an assignment," you correct, "And probably."
"Dammit." Itadori kicks at nothing, practically skipping, "They make me clean engines when you're gone."
"Good, it'll beef you up a little bit."
The boy gawks at that, squeezing his biceps to prove he doesn't need any more. You laugh and mimic him, flexing your own muscles as you walk. He flexes harder then, bicep so coiled you fear he might hurt himself. The ball of muscle is bigger than you expected, easily larger than yours, but you blow him away with a raspberry anyway.  
“Okay, okay, Shrimp.”
“Maker, please don’t call me Shrimp-- I’m afraid it’s going to stick!”
He has a point. Nicknames have a funny way of gaining traction around here. As you both wind your way into the main level, the activity picks up. More bodies are roaming the narrow halls, rushing to-- well, you aren’t quite sure. The Station is 45 levels top to bottom with a couple hundred employees on hand at all times, some of which are stationed to pilot hypermatter crafts to places that need it. Other people did a variety of boring, overly scientific sounding jobs- stuff that went immediately over your head when they explained it to you.
“Itadori, we'll fly when I get back, okay? I'll take a cruiser and a couple credits and we'll get a good dinner. Something nice." You bump your hip against him and he almost staggers into an officer. "Something fresh."
"Real Caf?" he asks, "Not the powdered stuff?"
You’re not sure ‘real’ Caf exists, but you promise him anyway.  "Sure, whatever you want."
Itadori pumps his fist in the air with a woop. He goes to continue, then pauses as his eyes flit down the hall. Staggering out of an unknown room is a familiar face, much less bruised than you last saw it.
"Hello, hello," you croon, hands on your knees like you’re calling for a loth-cat, "Look who's out and about!"
"Ha, ha, very funny." Haibara hobbles on a crutch, the wood tucked under his arm's cast. His leg is set straight with chunky plaster, basically paralyzing his right side. The few people who pass clear the way around him, but a round little R2 Droid drives straight into his good leg and almost bowls him over. The round faced brunette wobbles and swears, waving it off with his good arm. 
"Do you know how hard it is to not have an arm and a leg?" he exclaims.
You and Itadori share a look, then gesture to each other's cybernetics.
"Yes."
"I know very well," you agree, "I have no sympathy. Don't steal an X-wing next time."
Haibara groans, sounding as pathetic as he looks. He’s actually a couple of years older than you, but he looks softer than Itadori in the face. “I just wanted to try it out. If they didn’t want joy riders, they shouldn’t have refueled here!”
“That’s awful logic,” you tease, clapping his shoulder. Unlike you, Haibara came into the station without any flying experience and has not proven himself to be a fast learner. Why he thought he could borrow an X-wing without the experience ending in disaster is beyond you. “Surprised they didn’t fire your ass. Thank god for unions, huh?”
He shoots you a deadpan look. 
"And I was coming here to tell you good news, Niney." Haibara leans on his crutch,  nose in the air, "But now I won’t.”
“Aww, Hai.”
“I won’t! Don’t give me those pouty lips!”
You bat your eyelashes for effect. 
“Ugh, be glad I like you,” he says so sweetly, “You-know-who is here." 
All humor immediately evaporates from your body. Both men notice and have polar opposite reactions: Haibara glows with a chaotic grin while Itadori sobers.
 "Oh, god," you whisper. A tightness has gripped your ribs. Maybe it's dread, maybe it’s panic. “The you-know-who?”
"I don't know who," Itadori interjects. 
“There’s only one you-know-who.”
"Oh, god."
"I don't know who!" Itadori says again.
Haibara throws his head back to laugh, then grimaces in pain. Good, he deserves it.
"Who's you-know-who?" Itadori stresses, looking between his two superiors. You throw a hand over your face to hide your expression, but Haibara continues.
"Niney-Nine, our fearless leader, our beloved pilot-” Haibara’s grin is consuming his whole face. If he wasn’t already stitched and taped up, you might punch him, “--has a crush."
"You have a crush? What?" Eyes snap to you, "On who?"
Crestfallen is written all over the poor kid's face, but you can only focus on your own burning cheeks. Oh, how your body has betrayed you. 
"Shut up.”
"She won't even talk to him." Haibara continues, "I try to call her over to talk to him and she shrivels up like a bug."
He brings his good arm to his chest and sticks out his tongue, then roughly mimics scurrying away in the air. Itadori’s jaw is slack, enthralled by his antics. 
“It’s nothing,” you insist, “He’s not even cute.”
It’s not nothing. Oh, you wish it was, but it’s not. You have the type of crush that makes your knees buckle and jaw ache and you haven’t even spoken to the man directly. Once, he nodded your way, just the hint of a smile on his lips, and you spent the following afternoon locked in a shower stall, shamefully jacking off to the memory.
Dread rises in your throat like bile.
"Oh, please! You're so smitten! It's crazy!” he turns back to Itadori, “She’s so smitten. Makes this dumb little face-" Haibara makes his eyes wide, “Once, she went to Coruscant to watch his speech-”
"We're leaving." You start walking, pace crisp enough that Itadori can barely follow, let alone your injured copilot, "Bye, Hai!"
"Oh, come on!" The linoleum squeaks under the rubber stopper at the end of his crutch, "I know for a fact that it'd go well if you just talked to him!"
"Goodbye!" you call back. You’re better than this. A stupid crush isn’t going to dominate your life, especially not one this unrealistic.
You click the heels of your boots against the floor with purpose, marching forward and away from that mess. 
But Itadori doesn’t have the sense to read the air. “So, who is it-?”
"Itadori," you warn.
Silence only lasts another couple of steps.
"You should ask him out," he continues, "You're really great. I know any guy would be-"
“Don’t,” you warn, a bit harsher than you really should, “Not now, Shrimp.”
As you arrive to where you need to be, a room marked ‘superior’, Itadori chews on his lip and hesitates, shuffling his feet unhappily. He’s still bright eyed and full of adventure, just like you used to be, so he must be upset about missing another ‘mission’. 
'Hey," you elbow him again, softer this time, "I'll probably just be toting cargo to the Outer Rim again. There's no reason to be sad or jealous or whatever." 
"I'm not jealous of-" Words fail him, then the rookie relents and retreats, "You're right-- have fun on your stinky old rocket."
 He waves you off, still a little down. "Still sounds better than sitting here."
You ruffle his hair. It’s unwashed and sticky enough that it stays in place when you pull away, so you wipe your palm on his shirt. Itadori steps back with fake offense, but his smile is returning.
“Sorry, shrimpy,” you say, “I’ll see you soon.”
You turn the door handle, then pause. “And take a shower, for Maker’s sake.”
.. . . . . . . . .
The office is essentially just an overlook of the bay, with ships and droids constantly twirling about. Today, no large freighters are reloading, so the space is rather barren, filled with only pilots and fuelers passing the time.  At the intercom, a tall, thin woman stands. Commanding Officer Mei Mei tilts her head with the coyest of smiles, like she's barely containing a secret. She greets you by name, a strange familiarity she holds with all pilots she deems worthy.
"Senior Pilot 333-G, reporting for duty," you say.
She wastes no time. Her eyes bore into you from behind the thick plait that covers most of her face.
"You're from a single biome storm planet, right?"
You hesitate to answer. Mei Mei is nice enough, but there's always an insidiousness behind it all, something you can’t quite put your finger on, but your gut can taste. Like the predatory bird, she perches herself against the edge of the table, primed to strike the moment you’re most vulnerable.
"I am, indeed," you admit. 
"And you've flown on your planet?"
It's where you learned, in between storms and pressure pockets, on the laps of men that promised to take you away and never did. "Many, many times."
"Good." She claps her hands together and turns back to her makeshift desk. The same papers are scattered around its top, in the same position as always, a charade that works on most. It’d probably work on you too, if you didn’t know how often she disappeared offsite. "It’s settled then. You'll be transporting our visiting senator back to his home planet."
Your heart stops for a moment. Neurons connect.
"Who?" you ask, even though you know better.
The OutStation is a part of multiple trade routes, so it isn't uncommon for senators to make appearances. Most of the time, it's to file complaints about efficiency or lost shipments (with piracy at an all time high, you can't blame them), but a certain senator seems to visit more often than others.
"That would be me.” The man in question stands up from his chair on the other side of the desk and you wonder how you didn't notice him before. Every hair on your body stands on edge as you process his presence, a Loth cat with its hackles raised. 
“This time of year, the storms can knock out the Nav and landing systems."  He adjusts his cuff link and smooths the sleeve back into place, always the picture of grace. Senator Nanami Kento, with perfectly coiffed blonde hair and chin never below parallel with the ground, adjusts his glasses and you catch his steely gaze directly. This time, there’s no hint of a smile, just a thin drawn line on his peach slice lips.
Your mouth goes dry.
It's not that you don't like the Senator. Oh. Quite the opposite.
He’s You-Know-Who.
You’re not sure where you gathered the absolute gall to develop feelings for the man. It certainly wasn’t a logical decision. The men you usually go after are in your league: other pilots passing through, engineers that can’t remember your last name, strangers who understand the game and how to play it-- it’s always people who see the Outer Rim Hick written across your face and treat you as such. You have no business falling for a man who dresses in ironed long coats, white collars that are never dirtied, with  a neck that’s never been burnt by the sun.
It doesn’t help that he’s simply attractive. Not a special kind of hot, with caveats and conditions, but genuinely, truly beautiful. It’s the kind of attractiveness that makes people kinder and life easier and you wish you were immune.
"Senator, I-" You're sweating. Your eyes won't leave where you've planted them on the floor. His boots are polished leather, so shiny you can see your warped reflection. It’s better than looking at him. "Wouldn't it be better to use an official transport? Or Haiba-- 299-G?"
Haibara grew up on the same planet as the Senator, so the two have been close since their teenage years. When Haibara left, Nanami went to work, climbing the political ladder. Their home planet used to be a bit more like yours, desolate and unknown, but in the past ten years Prixiyi has transformed into a vacation destination. The change is controversial amongst the citizens, but it undeniably has made the planet a gem in the eyes of the galaxy.
Maybe that’s what made you like him in the first place, that ability to rise. 
"There's no official transport in this sector and Haibara is currently… out of commission. I need to go home as quickly as possible and finish some work before the tourism season begins." Senator Nanami leans back, turning away to mutter over his shoulder. "Besides, I'd prefer to make it back in one piece."
Despite yourself, you blossom into a smile. Haibara doesn't have a very good track record of keeping his craft in the sky. It's a bad joke, but coming from him, it's everything.
From the corner of your eye, Mei Mei gives you a sideways glance. That immediately sobers you. Don’t forget yourself: you’re a grunt performing a job, not some schoolgirl with a crush. This isn’t some sort of fanfiction; there’s no reason to get excited.
“I just need someone with experience dealing with the hazards," The Senator reiterates. 
"I'll rise to the occasion, sir." You nod to both of the people in the room. Besides, you aren’t some rookie flyboy anymore: you, for better or worse, are considered a proper pilot. As an adult woman, you can swallow down a childhood crush for a couple hours.
Then, maybe, you can go home and masturbate about it.
“Wonderful,” Mei Mei says it in a way where you doubt she really thinks it's wonderful at all. She waits a moment, that crisp smile still pulled tight, "Well?"
There’s the moment, where your guard is down and the soft belly of your emotions is exposed. “Uh-”
“Our darling-” she stresses that word and the man in question seems stiffer, if that’s even possible- “darling Senator said as soon as possible. Start moving.”
You don't wait for any further instruction. In a bit of a scramble, you turn on your heel and leave, careful not to let the door slam. The lack of sleep is still tight in your muscles, but you push through and head towards the bay. There was no instruction of exactly where to go or what you’re flying, but that doesn’t matter.
As long as you know who is onboard, it’ll be a nightmare.
Masterlist | part two
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arysbruv · 2 months
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🌊 JUJUTSU KAISEN 🌊
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🌊 SERIES 🌊:
🌊 Overtime [ONGOING] Summary: 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 reader prologue : a new customer
🌊 Are we still friends? [COMPLETED] Summary: You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite. Pairings: suguru geto x reader Chapter 1: are we still friends? Chapter 2: can we be friends? Chapter 3: sorry, not sorry. Chapter 4: green looks good on you. Chapter 5: runaway Chapter 6: burn
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🌊 Eyes that follow Summary: The King of Curses had never fallen in love before. It was weak. Yet, when he saw you, something clicked inside of him. He was curious about you, but the way you ignored him was simply unacceptable Pairings: ryomen sukuna x reader 🌊 My Sun Summary: Satoru and you had been high school sweethearts, yet after his dispute with Suguru, you had joined the opposing side, leaving Satoru alone to himself and hoping you’d come back and love him again. Pairings: gojo satoru x reader
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the favorite
synopsis: after the truthless rumors about you having a relationship with your teacher spread like a virus, you build up the courage to take revenge on your bullies in a unique way.
characters: nanami
warnings: major age gap (27 and 18), teacher/student relationship, consentual sex, female reader, size kink, degrading, praising. mdni
wc: 5.4k
note: i think this turned out to be more from nanami's pov lol. i don't usually add songs but i saw this one tiktok with nanami and this song, so ahem you can listen to it i guess
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it's a rainy afternoon.
you have no idea why you're at his front door. the ride here felt like seconds. you feel a heat run down your spine as your knuckles reach out to the door, the water droplets down your back only increasing the chill all over your body.
two knocks at the door.
nanami looks up from the book in his hands. who could it be? it was getting late after all, and it's not like nanami is used to sudden visitors. or was he?
"fucking satoru" nanami grits his teeth in annoyance as he closes the book harshly. he feels a weird energy from the door. the satoru he knows wouldn't knock twice- or let alone knock at all. nanami's posture changes as he approaches the door, he's alert. he sees a bike on the front road just briefly from the window nearby, a bike that feels eerily similar to his eyes.
you flutter your wet eyelashes at the sight of nanami. he doesn't look as surprised as he is confused, his posture now loosening a little bit.
"mr nanami! sorry for bothering you." you don't explain yourself further before nanami reaches his head out to look around to see if anyone can see you before he quickly rushes you inside.
you stand at his house's entrance shivering. only then you realize how your wet shirt had become almost fully see through. though, it wouldn't have bothered you if it was just a couple minutes ago, perhaps it would fuel your arousal. yet, with the tall man in sight, you cowardly attempt at covering yourself.
nanami runs outside briefly to gather your yellow bike and brings it inside. it's a mess and he hates it, it messes his beautiful hardwood floorboard but the mess of you being seen in his house would be more troublesome to deal with later.
"what are you doing here?" nanami asks without looking at you. he runs his hands through his dampened hair in an attempt to put it back in its shape, but a couple strips manage to escape his large palms.
"i'm sorry, i just..." you can't find the words. why were you there anyways? there were nothing to talk about, nothing to discuss. better yet, you shouldn't have been seen together even in school.
nanami sighs. he tells you to sit on the couch, you listen. he grabs a towel for you and gently places it on your lap before sitting right across you.
"this is very inappropriate." he tells you in a lecturing tone. his voice is far from angry, that's what you have always loved about him. he's always far from demeaning, and one of the few teachers of yours that actually cared about his students.
"i know, i apologize. i just... i feel like... i don't know." you play with your fingers nervously, nanami softens at how stressed you look.
"is it about the rumors?"
"what else could it be?"
it's nothing new for some sort of rumor to be spread around about you. you have no idea why people seem to dislike you so much anyways, yet you are always put in the middle of some sort of controversy. though this time, they definitely have crossed the line when they started the rumor that you were having an inappropriate affair with your teacher, mister kento nanami. there is no doubt that you are his favorite student. always so attentive, so bright and interested; much different from the rest. he would never, ever think about laying a hand on you, even if you are of the age. maybe it's some sort of pity he felt for you, seeing how awfully you were treated by your peers. and for you, mr nanami has always been a role idol. you admire his passion for teaching, even though he seems to hate his occupation as a whole. he's not a 'student's friend' type of teacher, yet he managed to become friendly enough to become your favorite teacher. for your feelings about him, you never crossed the line. nanami is a handsome man, there is no doubt to that, but you could never participate in the ugly fantasies you hear in the locker room.
but this, this is different.
is it the demeaning, belittling image of you that spreads around; one where you're the little sex toy for your teacher that helps you get straight A's or the underlying implication of you being too undesirable that you would sort to a man almost 10 years older than you? you never managed to figure it out, you didn't have to anyways. everything was sorted out with you separated from nanami's class- one thing that managed to bring you joy in this hellhole of a school. perhaps it was revenge, perhaps a way to prove to yourself that you could please a man just enough. you knew you could, you had pleased boys before. but here you are, shivering in your teacher's sight.
"are you feeling alright?" he asks you with genuine concern in his eyes.
"i'm okay. i'm... pissed."
"that's understandable. teens are mean, try not to think much about it. you don't have much time before you graduate anyways. no need to spend the rest of your time upset over truthless rumors."
"i know, i know, but... they could've gotten you fired, y'know?"
nanami doesn't respond.
"i just don't fucking understand why they would even come up with something like this!" you increase your voice at him.
"language. even though it's unprofessional of me to say this, they're not as bright as you are and you know it. must be the stress of graduating."
"i'm still not convinced."
"i don't know what else to say to you." nanami crosses his arms and leans back against his seat.
the silence is deafening. heavy raindrops on the windows are merely enough to mask your fast heartbeat. you feel rage in your veins, the hotness rushing inside you at light speed. you want to show them, you want to make them pity themselves.
in the heat of the moment, you uncover the wet shirt on you. nanami averts his gaze from your exposed bra underneath, but chooses to stay silent in order to not make the atmosphere awkward.
"you know, mr nanami" you get up from your seat, your grey plaid skirt sitting slightly above your tight. "i've been hearing rumors..." you walk slowly towards him.
"in the locker rooms, all the girls whisper about you. i've even heard some teachers talking about you too. i've been wondering... are they true?" you stop right in front of his knees. "can you show me if they are true?"
"this is inappropriate. you shouldn't be doing this." nanami's voice becomes strict, but your hand on his knee is holding him back from completely lashing out. "why are you here?"
"i couldn't stop thinking... they're already talking. why don't we give them more to talk about?" before nanami could stop you, you spread your legs and position yourself on his lap. you tie your arms around his long neck and rub gentle circles right where his undercut begins. you then move your fingers on the thin shirt laying on his chest and run your fingers down as if you were mapping the shape of his body.
"i can't lie, you really are a handsome man. it's not like i've never wondered either. but you were so far away."
"i'm your superior." you chuckle.
"i didn't think you would be into that." you take advantage of nanami's shock and make him place his hands on your hips by grabbing his large hands with yours. you push them deeper until you feel like you can't move from your position. nanami consents by leaving his hands tightly even after yours leave his.
"we shouldn't be doing this." nanami whispers, leaning closer to your face. his eyes are half open, his thin lips millimeters away from your neck. you can feel his hot breath against your wet skin, the sudden warmness makes you shiver.
"no one has to know."
with that, you lean forward so nanami's soft lips make contact with your skin. he's sucking on the soft spot gently, afraid of hurting you. you play with his hair while he works his magic on your neck, and it's nanami's turn to feel a shiver down his spine. if he's doing this, he'll do it right. he'll treat you like you were made out of glass and be as gentle as he can be. he'll have to wash away the guilt later. but for now, he has only one objective.
nanami pushes you even further down his lap while also separating his legs to give you more space underneath. his kiss becomes more vigorous. he leaves wet traces all over your neck, you can't help but whimper under his touch. he starts rubbing your inner thigh under your skirt. he gently squeezes the plush skin as you bring your hand down to his crotch. you didn't think he would be so gentle, especially with a student that might potentially ruin his career. yet, he's treating you like a jewelry, and for once, you feel warm under a man's touch.
"hold tight." he whispers while looking from below. you nod in response and wrap your arms round his neck and wrap your legs around his back. nanami picks you up with ease and make his way to where you think is his bedroom. he's climbing stairs as if you don't weight anything. you spend the time by peppering kisses along his neck on the way, trying not to block his view. it's not long before you enter a dark room. the room smells of freshly washed clothing and nanami's cologne. it's only now you got the chance to take his smell this clearly, and his scent is head spinning. his clothes smell woody and musky, but most importantly, expensive. you know he takes good care of himself, no surprise he would choose an expensive cologne too.
nanami puts you down on the dark navy blue sheets and leaves you alone to close the curtains. he lights one of the table lamps on. the room is lit merely enough for you to see his large figure and nothing more. the room is a complete mystery, it's like you're on a bed in the void. you run your fingers on the soft sheets, contemplating your decision. excitement overrules you, and you choose to stay still.
nanami stands right in front of you. he clasps your cheek and rubs your cheek with his thumb. you can see his soft gaze on you. he looks through your soul with his eyebrows slightly perked up. a soft smile occupies his face, and you feel safe.
"there's still time to stop, if you want." his raspy voice cuts the silence.
"i don't." you reply quietly. "do you want to stop?"
"i won't be soft on you." nanami avoids the question. you shiver in anticipation, excited by the possibilities.
"i don't want you to be soft, sir."
nanami feels a lightning bolt shoot through himself with your last word. such a mundane word to hear from you now takes a whole new meaning. how will he be able to see you after tonight?
nanami brushes his thumb over your lips as he gently pushes you back. he's lying, of course. though he won't backout from his own pleasure too, but still be as gentle as he can. hurting you is the last thing he would ever want.
nanami places his knee between your legs as he leans down closer to your face. his lips lock with yours in seconds. nanami's soft tongue parts your glossy lips for him to suck on them easier. nanami's experience evident. every move he makes is calculated. you notice that he shapes his moves with your reactions, just so you can feel the most pleasure he can offer you. though he doesn't need to try much, since he can shoot electrics down your spine with just his sweet lips.
his calloused hands run over your plump thighs and his thumb brushes over your inner thigh every now and then. he makes sure to have you shivering under his touch, a way for him to assert his dominance over you, gently. though he wouldn't need to try much, since you have always been obedient. he knows you would do anything he asks you to. and that's what makes you his favorite student. nanami has always been against favoritism, yet he couldn't stop picking you over other students. unlike your peers, you have always been a great student- not just grade wise; you always meet the deadline, always so attentive, always so focused on his teaching. you are the only student that keeps him do his job, to be fair. now that he's hovered over you, nanami can't help but ask himself if he ever had wicked intentions about you before.
"mr nanami" you whisper his name. the room is quiet enough for him to hear your angelic voice.
"m-hm?"
"can you take your shirt off?" the vixen before is now completely gone. you ask shyly with a small tremble in your voice. the irony, nanami thinks. how you ask something so naughty with such innocence.
nanami hesitates to meet your demand, he ponders upon the idea of teasing you first, but your widened doe eyes take over those ideas and he feels soft, he wants to put a c smile on your face. so, nanami's hands leave your thighs and make their way to the rim of his loose navy tee. he brings the shirt above his head and while he's on his mission, you examine his body.
god, you think to yourself. no fucking way this is real. he looks like he was carved by god himself. his chiseled abs are enough to make a nonbeliever wander god's name over and over again. for someone his age, he surely is something else. though nanami isn't old at all- he's not even 30 yet, but for an 18 year old like you, his age is one to make you turn your face in disgust.
you can't believe how toned his body is, it must be the lightning. the dim light must work in his favor, the shadows must be perfectly placed. to see for yourself, you place your palm over his lower body. shit, you exclaim to yourself maybe a little too loud. you feel like you're touching a brick wall. you trace every line of his body. his skin is soft, unlike the muscles beneath it. your hand becomes miniscule compared to his torso, which leaves you more space on his body to explore. you keep tracing the lines until you reach his crotch.
his sweatpants have gotten down just enough to expose the rim of his dark colored boxers, which have gotten down just enough to expose his v line. you can barely see anything down there, but your hands tell you that you're close to heaven. you flush and take your hand off quickly and avert your gaze. a little too far, you think. nanami laughs at your reaction, his raspy voice fills the room.
"no need to be shy." nanami grabs your hand with his and places it on where it was before. "i thought you wanted to know. what happened to my little curious student?"
your heart beats faster as nanami lowers your hand. he squeezes your hand over his crotch to make you feel his erection, and god, your hand can only feel a small portion of it. it's nerve wrecking, how will you be able to take it?
"you shouldn't be shy to touch me. in a moment, i will be inside of you after all."
his hands meet your dampened panties. he runs two fingers over your folds. in return, you give him a soft moan. his thick fingertips rub your clit. he draws small circles with his fingers. nanami positions his face right above yours. he's close, too close. you feel his hot breath on the tip of your nose. he runs his tongue over his lips that form a smirk. he watches you furrow your brows and pant with the sensation, he cherishes every second of it. he locks his lips with yours the same time he pulls your panties to the side and slides two of his fingers inside. you're groping his cock over his sweats still, your pace now a little faster than before.
even the two of his fingers are enough to stretch your walls completely. the sudden entrance hurts you a little bit, but the pain is overtaken by pleasure quickly enough. he moves his fingers in a scissor motion inside of you with his thumb placed on your clit. his hand moves deftly, you have never felt so full before. even his fingers reach places no one has managed to reach before.
you move your hand inside his boxers and keep rubbing him from the inside. nanami signals you to keep going with a tug on your lips, he then continues to drown you in kisses. you suddenly feel insecure about your abilities, you are evidently less experienced than nanami. the thoughts of other, much more experienced woman pleasing nanami flood your mind. this time, instead of bringing yourself down, you use this thought to keep you going. you expose nanami's cock, you pull it out of his boxers. you rub his entire length from the tip to the base. you move your hand in small circular motions and rub his tip each time your hand reaches it. his cock is thick and veiny, you have a hard time reaching everywhere. you noted down that he's sensitive on his tip, his motions come to a halt every time you rub it.
the rain got heavier.
the sound of raindrops hitting the window has increased, but neither of you can hear it. the only sounds occupying your ears are each others' moans. nanami feels weak with your moans. he breaks his focus, so much that he lets out shaky moans himself- a reward not many got the chance to receive before, especially not this early. he's surprised at your confidence with your moves. you move your hand as if you had been fucking nanami for years, you use every small information about his body. the way you rub his tip, how you put pressure on the veins along his dick and how you synch your whole body to the rythm of his fingers. you move your hips closer to him every time his fingers enter you again, as if you were riding him. you suck on nanami's lips every now and then, especially when nanami parts his lips to moan. you are, of course, oblivious to your actions. it's just how it feels right to move for you, you do it unconsciously.
nanami can't cum now.
not when your pussy feels this good for his hands. he can't cum to just a handjob, not before he gets to feel your pretty pussy.
nanami grabs your wrist and forces it above you. he furrows his brows. his jaw is clenched, he's visibly angry. you feel tiny below his presence, you wonder if you did something wrong. nanami takes his hand off and discards his remaining clothing. you sit and rest your back to the headboard, watching nanami in fear. what the hell got into him?
nanami is frustrated with himself. he let his guard down quickly. moaning? reaching climax this early on? has he actually gotten older or did he just lose control? either way, that is not going to happen again, especially not with you.
nanami sits down in front of you and calls you on his lap. you crawl to him and straddle his lap.
"take everything off." he orders you in a stern voice. his low voice scares you, you can't help but tremble. you start unbuttoning your shirt but mess up, it takes you a while.
"don't mess around!" he yells at you. you look down and try to be faster. this is just like the time he scolded you for missing an assignment. him being mad at you was rare, and it hurt every time. you would spend the rest of the day upset, upset because you let down your favorite teacher. and now, it's happening all over again.
"jesus" nanami sighs and rips your shirt open. the buttons hurtle all over the room. he takes your shirt off and throws it behind himself. he does the same with your skirt, his patience is getting thinner. he makes a big tear down your skirt. you just watch him in shock. what the hell has gotten into him?
the coldness of the room makes you shiver. before you can feel embarrassed by the sudden exposure, nanami puts his hand behind your back and starts sucking on your hardened nipples. he puts his whole mouth over your breast and sucks hard on it that you believe he will leave a mark. he bites on them, sucks on them and runs his tongue over them. he's moving fast and messy. he makes slurping and popping noises with each of his moves. you feel warmth on your lower half, a sudden electric shakes your entire body. you hold on his head tightly.
"m-mr nanami!" you yell out. nanami slaps your butt in response. your head is thrown back, your fingers brushing over nanami's undercut and the nape of his neck. you arch your back closer to him.
nanami grabs your hips tightly and places you on his right leg. he guides you back and forth, signaling you to ride his thigh. you're too dumbfounded by the treatment he gives your tits, it takes you some time to ride him on your own. the sign to make you start is when your clit makes contact with his thick thigh. the sudden bolt makes you move instinctively. you move fast but nanami moves faster. he has now started to jump you on his thigh, he moves his leg up and down. he watches you from below. while his lips are locked on your nipple, he cherishes the view of your eyes shut close, hair messed up and cheeks red and damp.
"i-i'm close-" you make out the words.
"beg for it, then." nanami responds mercilessly.
"please" you obey. "please, sir. let me- fuck, let me cum please!" you beg with a high pitched voice. your voice cracks, and you barely manage to breathe properly. you take moments to pant and gather your words.
nanami slaps your breasts in response. "what will you do for it?"
"anything. i will do anything, sir."
"anything?" nanami stalls to mess with you. he jumps you higher than before. you feel angry, but can't show it yet. you're so desperate, you can only be at his mercy now.
"anything... hah... let you... use me.... whatever- please, have mercy."
"that's sit. good girl." nanami approves. he squeezes your butt and makes you move faster on his thigh. he feels his cock twitch with your words, he has a hard time keeping his posture. but he manages to, he keeps his serious façade. "cum for me."
you nod. the bolts flash, you let yourself loose. he's making you ride him vigorously as you reach your high. your nails tug on his shoulders, you can feel a sudden wetness below your fingers but can't figure it out yet. your mind is foggy and your head hurts. you're so, so tired but the feeling is too good to let go of. you keep riding him until the knots in your stomach come undone. you throw your head back, your eyes squeezed shut. you fill the room with a high pitched moan. you try to stop, but nanami's hands keep you going. the continuous stimulation on your clit makes you tremble. nanami's knuckles turn white as he keeps grinding you until his leg is completely wet with your juices. he lets you go when he sees your head fall on his shoulder. your sweaty forehead is placed right on his toned shoulder, your hand placed on his sweaty and flushed chest. you pant, your breathing starts to become normal again. you smile on his skin and place small kisses.
"thank you, sir." you whisper to him. with that, you are once again lifted up. you open your eyes in shock. you are placed face down. nanami grabs you by your butt again. he slaps you harshly and leaves a red mark on your skin.
"save your thanks for later, i'm not done yet."
he grabs brings your ass higher. his large palms cover your entire ass. he puts one of his palms over your cheek and forces you down into the bed. you're locked under him with no means to move. not like you could move anyways, your body is still sore and limp from your orgasm before.
nanami enters you with one smooth motion. his large cock twitches inside you. nanami throws his head back and growls. fuck, he whispers. you, on the other hand, can't even make a noise to the feeling of him. you are honestly surprised at how well you took him. until that point, you hadn't noticed how big he really is. his cock fills you inside completely, it's like two puzzle pieces put together. you think he' kind enough to let you stretch out for him but you're wrong, he needs a second to gather himself before he can start fucking you. you're so tight around him, your wet cunt is squeezed shut.
nanami starts moving. he's definitely breaking the promise he gave himself to be gentler with you. you truly are capable enough to take him, he thinks, so why be gentle? wicked thoughts wash over his previous anger. he wants to break you, to see you shatter under him before he can cum himself.
his hips slap your ass rhythmically. he's fast, he doesn't halter for a second. the slapping noises are music to his ears, and you sing along with the pretty noises you make. he arches his back once he feels a warm drip behind his back. he remembers you tugging your nails, you must've made him bleed back then. he makes a note to fuck you laid back next time, so you can paint his back with your pretty nails.
your mind is completely blank. not a single thought crosses your mind. you stare at the darkness, your eyes roll back with every thrust.
"sir" you pant each time his tip hits your cervix. he breaks you from the inside. he makes you feel so high. it's a dangerous high, an addictive one. you both know that this won't be the last time you two meet like this, because nanami knows no one will fuck you this good again. he will make sure no one will fuck you this good again.
"god, you're so fucking pretty." nanami calls in disbelief. he pushes the hair on your face back to look at your pretty face. he has insane stamina, he doesn't stop to take a breath, not even once. his raspy voice doesn't shake at all, it's as controlled as ever.
"such a pretty girl. i'm gonna destroy you." nanami looks down to see your ass completely red. he can feel you struggle to keep your ass up, so he tightens his grip to keep you in place. the sight of his cock entering and leaving your dripping hole makes him even more aroused. he notices his cock having white circles at his base, your juices paint him.
"you will be begging for more... fuck. made just for me, so pretty for me" nanami's praises make your heart flutter. you suddenly feel so loved, so appreciated.
"we're gonna cum together, okay?" he asks you. you can only nod as a response. he repeats himself "okay?" and you hum.
"where do you want me to cum, hm?" he rubs your back to visualize. "your back?"
he puts his fingers right above your folds. "maybe i should cum inside you, paint your walls white. hm? would you like that?"
you imagine it. fuck, he would make you feel so full even after he leaves you. you would feel so warm, so warm.
"should i fuck you until you're leaking with my cum?"
"y-yes, sir" you manage to speak up again. nanami laughs.
"look who's talking again." nanami smiles to himself. he brushes your matted hair and then cusps your cheek. "do you think that's possible, missis?"
you're confused now. was he just teasing you?
"looks like someone's failing sex education." oh, okay. bastard, you think. "good thing i know someone perfect to tutor you"
nanami's cock twitches inside you, you feel him coming closer. you start clenching and unclenching rapidly to increase stimulation for him. nanami is surprised. "where the fuck did you learn that?"
he pulls himself almost completely before entering again. "keep doing that."
you feel your insides tightening again. you can't keep pleasuring nanami for longer, the rhythm gets harder to follow. he's a beast compared to you, he could probably go on for more rounds. but for now, he will have mercy for you.
"i'm close..." you exclaim again. nanami responds with a witty i know, and helps you cum faster by playing with your clit. the pace is too much for you to handle. you feel your knees untie, you're shaking even before your orgasm. your eyes roll back, your mouth is wide open.
"s-sir!" you yelp. "s-slow down!" your brain was screaming for him to slow down, but your body needed him to be fast. it needs to be fucked until you are completely sore, a mess. you need your thighs to be painted purple. you need to feel his cock deep inside of you.
"cum for me first" he orders. "cum around my cock, then i'll slow down."
you obey like the dutiful student you are. you clench your walls around for him one last time. you shake and fall weak under him. if it weren't for nanami's palms holding you in place, you would have been laid flat on your stomach by now. your whole body falls limp, you feel heavenly. nanami keeps thrusting in you to follow your high with his.
the view below him is divine. it's a masterpiece created by him. to think he made you feel like this was an achievement for him. and now that he got to feel your pretty pussy too, he could reward himself with another stroke on his canvas. he pulls himself out of you and rubs himself. though his hand isn't as skillful as yours, it's still enough to pleasure him. he fists himself until he empties himself fully on your back. it's a small detail on the masterpiece he made, a piece to put everything together.
he stops with a low exhale. he crouches down to plant a kiss on your shoulder before he lays down next to you. your eyes feel heavy but you fight to stay awake. you see a messy nanami next to you. his always styled hair is now completely messy with some parts matted on his forehead. his cheeks are flushed red, his beautiful golden eyes glow under the soft light. you notice a trail of redness just above his shoulder, and even though he seems unfazed by it, you feel shameful. your thoughts, however, are disrupted by nanami's thumb gently brushing over your lips. you smile in response. you feel proud for creating this divine view in front of you.
nanami gets up to grab a tissue in the room. you can't fight your eyes anymore, you close your eyes.
when you open your eyes again, you're facing the window. it's completely dark outside but the room is more lit than earlier. you are covered by a blanket. the rain has slowed down, the house is quiet. you turn around to see nanami in a white tee and boxers, resting against the head board with papers in his hands.
"good morning, misses"
"how long have i been asleep?" you ask while rubbing your eyes.
"a little more than an hour"
"why didn't you wake me up?"
"you looked drained. you needed to rest" nanami looks at you with caring eyes. "i'll run the bath for you"
"i don't... i don't think i can get up, sir." you lay completely still. the bed feels so comfortable for you that you don't ever want to get up.
"i'll help you with it." nanami gets up from where he is and comes to your side. he grabs you bridal style and starts to walk towards the bathroom.
"i'm so tired." you tell him to break the silence.
"i know. you might want to skip school tomorrow." nanami looks into your eyes with a smirk. "don't worry, i won't mark you absent."
gege should sell nanami as an nft so i can be his legal owner. i mean fuck nft's but anything for nanami sensei &lt;3
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ruumirmir · 2 months
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𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, T𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 Part I Part II (coming soon)
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ੈ♡˳ Author's◇ note - Haha what if I pretended my shamelessly OCfied male reader was a character :))) Here's to me doing everything possible to build up my "reader" lore. Everything except actually drawing and naming him 😭 If you're curious about previous posts regarding my mans, you could skim over These other posts regarding Loverboy!! Me when writing this: im gonna make up SO MUCH BULLSHIT about snezhnaya and the other harbingers.
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𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 : ENG - Stephen Fu (Noe Archiviste from Vanitas no Carte) JP - Kento Ito (Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail)
𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 : October 19
𝘈𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Northland Bank of the Fatui
𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Hydro
𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Cygnus Venatici (The Hunting Swan)
A senior branch manager of Snezhnaya’s Northland bank. As a fatuus, he is formally well-known as the Venator Dux, who mans the Snezhnayan Order of Gold and Exchange founded by the Ninth Harbinger. He hunts in pursuit of the Tsar's vision, but his loyalties are far removed from her.
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𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦-𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴
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𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 Ah, the renowned traveller, in the flesh. A visitor to each of the seven nations, while your reputation has run across the continent twice over. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you've heard of the Snezhnayan Order of Gold and Exchange, that'd be me who's in charge of it. I am one of the agents within Lord Regrator's primary circle of officials, so you may address me as Venator dux.
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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 I've been in my respective position for over a decade now, and for the last 3 - 4 years have come across choice tales surrounding your name. A big fan of your work, really! Lord Regrator has had his interest piqued for a while now... so for the sake of civilized peace and alliance, let's get along... shall we? Try not to cause any trouble and I might consider putting in a good word for you.
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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘴 A large bulk of my work is centered around days of scrawling pen over paper... but really, one can only digest hefty documents for so long. I've had my fill for many years on end-... now, I'd prefer to partake in more physical tasks.
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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 I fear the new batch of rookies are growing too lax in their combat training… perhaps it was my uninspiring teaching method today. As a Venator, it simply won’t do to disappoint them. Traveller, would you help a man out and spar with me? It could provide me with a fresh perspective on things.
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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴
No shelter to be seen... here's to praying that you don't catch a cold. Oh don't worry about me, I seldom get sick.
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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 I've always wondered how the real clap of thunder would feel in comparison to a shock of electro. Unless you want to volunteer for that, watch your step.
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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘵 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 Eh... I've seen it once, I've seen it a thousand times. That being said, the nights that are covered in an impossibly slow curtain of snowfall are some of the rarer times I stop to admire it.
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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘐𝘴 𝘖𝘶𝘵 Finally. Some real warmth to my face. I am but a simple man, languishing like a wilted flower in the absence of our sun's blazing gaze.
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𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 Actually... I think I might just prefer the miserable winter cold over this.
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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 What's with the aggressive breeze today? Does the Anemo archon have bills to pay?
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𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 Good morning. I was about to stop by the city lake on my way to the bank and feed the local geese. You could join me if you'd like. Keep your distance from Tatiana though. She bites.
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𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯 On a slow lazy day, I'd be waking up around noon. Fortunately, the weekend is right around the corner, so I can do just that.
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𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 Although the Northland "bank" closes to the public by evening, the building itself stays open till midnight for other classified affairs. So I may as well make the most of my break time before I'm needed again.
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𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 Oh, I must've lost track of time. It's quite late into the night, so before I go, let me walk you back to whatever establishment you're staying at... Oh, uh- I'm... not sure I heard you correctly. You said you live... inside... a teapot...?
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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘚𝘯𝘦𝘻𝘩𝘯𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 It was the very first decree of order at the hands of Lord Regrator when he came into power as a Harbinger many years ago; to inaugurate a faction dedicated to rearing the potential he painstakingly carved into the foundations of the Northland bank. It is just as the name implies. An executive body responsible for developing economic policies and providing regulation, consulting, and forecasting of socioeconomic and business development, ranging from simple roadside shops to production factories-Oh, have I lost you? Haha... don't apologize, I've seen that expression a couple times before. In simple terms: we help run the nation's cycle of mora, trade system, and citizen’s businesses.
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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 4] The title bestowed upon me, Venator Dux, signifies not just leadership but mastery over a successful hunt- or in some cases, a successful business strategy. The master hunter requires a discerning eye, a mind that can decipher the intricate patterns woven by our adversaries. Information is our ammunition, and knowledge is the silent arrow that strikes before the prey even realizes the hunt has begun.
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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘜𝘴: 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘴 Various forms of dance and song are the lifeblood of Snezhnaya’s festivals. During fall, you’ll find multiple dance troupes and clowns passing each village, town, and city to perform. I personally look forward to the dancers.
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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘜𝘴: 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] Your little companion has stuck with you since day one? Truly? That is… a highly admirable trait, one that I will always stand by. Loyalty is not a mere pledge, it anticipates the unspoken desires of another; a commitment that transcends the superficial bonds of allegiance. I keep this ideal close to my heart... for only a single person.
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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 I was hesitant to use a delusion in the first place, so frankly, I’m glad to have been gifted this for whatever reason I was found worthy of. However… Lord Regrator harbours an uncanny dislike for my vision. It’s not something that has been brought up, but I can read between the lines.
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𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 You didn’t hear it from me, but I encourage the employees at the bank to keep a list of all the infuriating and rude customers. It’s to spice up all the sparring and combat practice sessions by naming and dressing up the dummies as people they’d like to kick- Ha!
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𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 This wintry climate is harsh and unsustainable for various flora and fauna. The Charmomila flower doesn’t care about any of that. They’ll grow in obnoxious places if they want to. The real deal comes from the summer butterflies that feast on its nectar. After a while their wings turn a beautiful honey-yellow, which are harvested and brewed into the sweetest and most expensive nonalcoholic beverage you’ll find around here. I enjoy a glass of one semi-regularly on work mornings.
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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘈𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] He will have my sincere respect, always. Lord Regrator has built his empire up from a scratch in the dirt, something impossible to do if he were a different man. His sacrifice of blood, sweat, and tears has bled into the policies that the bank stands on today. Money breeds imbalance and power, which in turn grants freedom and recognition if you are on the right side of the coin. Regrator is a utilizing man and he guards what’s his, zealously. He will take and take until his arms sag with the weight, and uphold his promise to give out the correct equivalents because he lets his value of fair exchange lead him like a vice. For as long as he stays true to his greed, I will be the hand that reaches forward to grasp what he desires.
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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘮 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] Lord Regrator always expects a strict level of decorousness from everyone working under his name- from me to even the most forgotten grunts. It's nothing outrageous of course. You would only ever see the metaphorical boot-licking than a literal one. I find it a bit much sometimes but the public eye is nothing to scoff at. Especially to a man of his status. The Snezhnayan dvoryane make up more than a third of the Northland Bank's clientele- not to mention the stakes a couple of them have invested. And if there is anything that those feather-headed fools care about, it's posh theatrics. *Sigh* Still... I quite enjoy falling in step with Pantalone's politesse. He has a beautiful manner of speech that I've never been able to measure up to.
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𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] …Why do I feel like you’re trying to fish for critical information...? Fine- I'll concede. It's your head on the line anyways. Lord Regrator is a big player in the system of underground businesses that connect Nathan and Snezhnaya. Technically it could be called a black market, but it’s mainly run by a small council of social elites from both nations. There are occasional hosted auctions, that my lord targets to buy out priceless artifacts from. I’m talking about lost pieces of history and endangered caged beasts over items with resell value. Now… with that being said, as long as this secret remains safe… so do you. It’ll be me who’s dispatched to make sure it stays that way.
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bungalowbear · 6 months
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pairing: vampire!nanami kento x reader
warnings: smut, biting, blood
status: complete
The Arrival: You move into the akiya your family owns.
The Lord: The neighborhood welcomes a representative.
The Invitation: A visitor comes to you at night.
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cassiefromhell · 2 months
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Clairvoyant: Visions (pt. 2)
Nanami Kento x International Sorcerer!Clairvoyant!Reader
Prologue (heavily encouraged to read this first.)
wc: 2.3k
warnings: mention of blood/gore (brief descriptions), very short sexual cues, SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS you MUST be finished with season 2 please & ty
a/n: requests are always open, submit shit, im bored <3
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“Nanamin,” Yuji calls, finding his teacher standing in the back of the assembly hall, his face pale. “What does this mean?”
“It means we’re getting a visitor,” Nanami frowns, hands tensed at his sides. 
“Then why is everyone so worried?”
“Because,” Gojo joins in, grinning, having appeared out of nowhere. “Everyone here is a worrywart. Nothing is going to happen.”
“Did you not receive the code?” Nanami raises a brow. “The damned Reaper Repeller is coming. The kids don’t deserve to be lied to.”
“…What’s the Reaper Repeller?” Yuji tilts his head to the side. “Some weapon?”
“I met her a couple times,” Gojo’s smile widens. “She’s pretty damn cool. She’s part of the International Squad and can see the future, so when she shows up it either means that our superiors deemed that a mission needed an extra hand, or that she saw something and is coming to change what she saw. Last time, she saw that I was gonna make a building fall or something, so she gave me a certain set of rules, like what to not do. No buildings fell, so she’s pretty legit.”
“That was an 18C18 code,” Nanami grumbles. “That didn’t even require an assembly. This is an 18J18.”
“…What’s that one, again?” Gojo gives a sheepish smile.
“I’m so lost,” Yuji mumbles, looking between the two. “18?”
Megumi walks up, followed by Nobara, and joins the conversation. “This is a J?”
Nanami nods.
“How do you break down the codes?” Nobara adds.
Nanami sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The eighteens are for R and R, due to her nickname. The letter in the middle represents what she saw. For example, she showed up to Canada a few months ago on a code 18A18, which meant a battle would cause some sort of dispute that would stir trouble. B means she saw a civilian or two die. C means she saw mass civilian death. And so on, until J. It’s the maximum letter.”
“And?” Nobara pushes, raising a brow. 
“It means she saw something very bad, and everyone has been gathered to be told who is set to die.”
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Stepping off the jet, you haul your suitcase behind you, and are immediately greeted by two men. You know them both — you studied the entire Japanese Sorcerer database on your way here.
Kiyotaka Ijichi, clad in a suit with a grimace on his face.
Masamichi Yaga, principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High and teacher to one of the students you watched die.
“We would welcome you, but we know you aren’t here with good news,” Yaga says with a sigh, straightening his uniform. “Please, follow us. Ijichi will take your bags.
The pilot of your jet is already helping Mila unload the twenty-three suitcases you brought, all full to the brim with weapons and necessary training items you handpicked to make sure you turn the gate of Shibuya.
“My associate will get them,” you gesture to Mila, who is currently hooking all of the bags onto her extra limbs, leaning back a little from the weight. You grip the handle of your singular personal suitcase.
The two men nod, not bothering to even try arguing with you. Why would they, when you’ve come with death biting your heels?
You slip sunglasses off of your forehead and over your eyes, following them as you approach three cars, sleek and black with a subtle Jujutsu symbol on the back license plate. 
It’s a short car ride over, one in which you and Mila sit silently in the back of a limo, while Yaga tries to ask you questions. Nobody gets a private briefing, that’s just how you operate. You avoid all his inquiries with vague comments, crossing your legs and sipping a glass of sparkling water. International sorcerers are known for kind of being hardasses anyway, so 
You pull up to the school in no time, and Yaga escorts you and Mila through the building, down hallways and around corners. Eventually, he stops outside a large set of double doors and turns to face you.
“This is the assembly hall. All of Japan’s sorcerers are gathered behind these doors,” he gestures to the entrance. “Please remember that we have children in there.”
“I know,” you whisper. “One of them dies.”
Yaga goes very still, and you walk past him, opening the doors and immediately finding yourself on a slightly elevated platform.
A massive crowd of dark blue uniforms stands before you, all falling quiet at your entry.
You step forward, approaching a podium. Mila has her spider limbs tucked away, as to not appear threatening. She hands you a stack of papers, and you gather them, placing them on the podium as you lean forward to speak onto the microphone.
“Good Evening, sorcerers. My name is (Y/n). I won’t stretch this meeting to be longer than needed. My technique is Clairvoyance, and I am here because I have seen the future of a battle here in Japan. It will take place in Shibuya, on October 31st.”
A murmur goes through the crowd, but you clear your throat to recapture their full attention.
“I do not want you to be afraid. My visions can be changed. Without me, there will be sorcerer death, irrevocable damage, and the snuffing out of thousands of lives, including civilians. But I am here to help. To do so effectively, I will call forward the names of the affected. I will save your lives. Stop you from losing limbs. Prevent disaster. Do not be afraid.”
The room goes deadly silent.
“Nanami Kento.”
And just like that, the crowd erupts once more.
A man in the back of the crowd — the blond that you saw burnt and ultimately exploded — nods to the pink-haired boy at his side and starts making his way through the crowd.
With a sharp raising of my hand, the crowd goes silent once more, as Nanami passes soldiers who give him solemn nods.
“Kugisaki Nobara.”
You continue calling names, until you have at least a dozen sorcerers in front of you. Too many are children. There are managers, too, and other people in suits. 
Your eyes skim the crowd, then fall back to your paper, which has crumpled in your grip. You call the last name, knowing what reaction you’ll get.
“Gojo Satoru.”
The crowd erupts, the room filling shouts and surprised cries and confused discussion.
The Untouchable.
You take a steadying breath at the rowdiness and gesture towards a private briefing room to your left, raising your voice to a shout.
“I will now ask for those who have been called to follow my associate here into a separate room. You all will be privately briefed. The rest of you… you will get the minimum details from your superiors.”
With that, you step back from the podium, and even more of the gathered sorcerers start shouting, demanding more details. You ignore them — you have to. Mila guides the called ones into a side room, just as you approach a small group of superiors and give them the very basics: there will be a city cratering, and the start of many bad, bad situations. You inform them that you will be making ideal teams for the mission, which you will release in a few days’ time.
With dragging feet, you force yourself to walk to the side room, where all of the ill-fated sorcerers are.
So far, at least.
Dealing with the future is a tricky business. Changing one thing, even so simple as this meeting, will cause different futures, which you will see and have to adapt to. 
You swing open the door, and find everyone already sitting at a long, oval table.
“I’m sure you’re all not happy to be here,” you take a corner of the room to stand in, crossing your arms and attempting to look as non threatening as possible. “Unfortunately, this meeting is necessary. I’ll call you each one by one into a private space, to be told what will happen without intervention. From there, we’ll talk about options—”
“(Y/n),” Gojo interrupts, leaning back in his chair like this is all just a game. “You know me. I don’t really need to be here, do I?”
“You do.”
“What’s gonna happen, I get a scratch? Lose a limb? Shoko will fix all of that,” he drawls, putting his hands behind his head.
“Gojo, you’re going to be sealed in a box, and then a shit ton of people are going to die or be injured trying to save your ass,” you reply, narrowing your eyes. “You need to be here.”
No more arguments come.
You step forward, softening your expression, and your eyes land on the blond man, sans goggles — Nanami Kento. He’s handsome, even if in the back of your mind you still see that burned half of him. You decide he’ll be the first.
“Kento, right?” You drop the formalities — which you’re happy to do anyway, since you usually struggle with those when you’re in Japan. “Please, come with me.”
His jaw tenses as his eyes flick over you, and then he stands. You escort him into a small private room, closing the door behind you. There’s three comfortable chairs and a little coffee table, which has tissues and a pitcher of water with glasses on it. Comfort items, because people often cry.
Kento sits in one chair, and you take the one across from him. He’s exactly as you imagined in your vision. Tall, muscular, with a sharp jaw to match. He smells like vanilla and cedar. Except this time, the putrid scent of burning flesh is left out. He’s so… lovely.
“Lay it on me,” he clasps his hands together in his lap, after pulling his goggles off. 
You chew your bottom lip. You usually don’t have issues with this part of the process; the bluntness is part of your job. But something about this man is putting you off, making your mind stagger behind your duty. Typically, there’s a sniffling/worried/sobbing/angry person in front of you. But Kento? He’s so… ready for this. Not upset at all.
“You would die a hero,” you whisper.
Then you blink, realizing what you said. There’s no need for comfort here. Excessive sweetening of the truth is just counterproductive. And yet, something in you is screaming at you not to stop.
“In your current fate, a curse burns half of your body. And yet, you still fight. On death’s door, you would be noble. A good mentor for your students. One they would miss dearly,” a tear pricks at the edge of your eye. “The curse by the name of Mahito is the one to finish you off. But we will stop that path. You will live, that I can be sure of. I’m sure your future has already changed, just because this conversation is setting the base for the weeks of prevention training to come.”
If anything is going through his head, he doesn’t show it. “Does your technique show you when the future changes?”
You scratch the back of your neck. “In a way. My technique has a mind of it’s own. I can typically foresee imminent death a few moments before it happens, but I can also get mass visions like I got of Shibuya. If I need something more specific, like to see if your future changes, I would have to touch you, and then see what my technique gives… me…”
You trail off as he holds out his hand, eyes focused with intent. 
“Please,” he murmurs. 
You nod, slowly sliding your hand against his—
“Oh my gods, that’s a lot of roses,” your jaw drops, eyes widening at the sight before you. 
Your bed is littered with roses. The floor is covered in its petals. It’s beautiful, and the scent fills your nose with a loveliness like no other.
“You deserve every last one,” Kento grins, coming up behind you and kissing the nape of your neck. His arms slide around your waist. “For honoring me in being my wife.”
“Wife,” you giggle, tossing your head back to gaze up at him. “I’m never gonna get used to that. Mrs. Nanami,” your tone becomes sing-songy as you admire your engagement ring.
“Always and forever, my love,” he leans down, claiming your mouth with his. His thumbs rub against your hips, then move inwards, moving up and down the seam of your jeans crotch, as you feel him against your ass—
You pull your hand away quickly, blinking as you snap back to reality. You look to his hand, then to his face, but all you can see are his lips, those lips that kisses you better than you’ve ever been kissed in that vision—
“What did you see?” He asks, leaning forward. “What did you see?”
You open and close your mouth. Once. Twice. Thrice. 
“Well…” you start, chewing your lip. “…You live past Shibuya, that I’m certain of.”
Relief crosses his face, and he relaxes, all as your heart pounds harder.
You glance down at your left hand, the hand that now feels too light without a diamond on it. Then you glance back up to him, and even though his expression gives nothing away, you know from that vision that something else is brewing in that beautiful, beautiful head of his.
Because this man? Nanami Kento?
He’ll be your husband.
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maginxlia · 2 years
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Starring JJK Men As Dads and Their children🌸 The Headcanons and Scenarios
Rated PG-13
Fluff
Dictionary🌸 D/N is for Daughter Name🌸 S/N is for Son name🌸 Y/N is for Your Name
No pronouns in this Bih
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Gojo Satoru
The Headcanons
✿ The best dressed one year old is your son who looks just like his daddy
✿ Those eyes and Fluffy white hair leave zero doubt to who your son’s father is
✿ Gojo keeps your son spoiled with the freshest Baby timbs and jordans to Disneyland tickets
✿ Your son can barely walk but his shoe collection is something adults is envious of
✿ Gojo and your son’s outfits always match even down to the matching chains and Glasses
✿ Gojo is a such a proud father of his two sons Megumi and S/N
✿ Megumi spends a lot of time babysitting for y’all and he’s good with S/N?? He’s a baby whisperer
✿ Gojo Has the hardest time going on missions now, He’s a family man and he want to be around for everything
✿ It breaks his heart when he has to go out for long missions because he misses y'all so much
✿ So he always brings backs gifts for y’all
✿ Wants you to record everything y’all son do because he would hate to miss a milestone
✿ How many times have you walked into Gojo Trying to encourage your Son to walk to him? You’ve actually lost count
✿ Your son is Actually Happy Not walking or talking for his old man, Gojo see how it is now
✿ You just gotta remind him that it’s not that deep and that S/N is a baby
The Scenario
❀ Your man has been on a mission for three long weeks, S/N and you were missing him badly
❀ All the FaceTiming wasn’t doing a damn thing, S/N has become restless without his daddy around
❀ This was the longest Satoru had been away from your son since he had been born and it’s taking its toll on everyone
❀ Even ending FaceTime with Satoru has become a heartbreaking event, S/N wail loudly as soon as his daddy goes of the screen
❀ Satoru hates being away like this and he wants to come back home but he has his duties
❀ Satoru himself cries whenever you tell him about how hard S/N is taking him being away
❀ You didn’t know when he would come back and there is always that worry of if something happens and he won’t be able to return that brings tears to your eyes
❀ This morning you woken to the cries of S/N You knew it was because he was hungry so you scooped him out of his crib and placed him into his high chair
❀ As you prepared his breakfast he had calmed down, his curious eyes following your movements
❀ You fed your son and placed him in his playpen so you could begin preparing yourself something it
❀ While you was cooking you heard a knock on the door, it was odd to get visitors this early but you walked over to see who it was
❀ Looking through the peephole you saw familiar white hair, “Satoru” you softly said as you opened the door
❀ You automatically wrapped him in a embrace the moment his body was near yours
Satoru: Hello My love, I missed this…. I missed you! Now where our little guy
❀ As you both walked to the playpen S/N let out a Loud “DADA” stopping both of you in your tracks
Satoru: Did he just….. Wow my little man can talk and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve heard in a long time
❀ Satoru picked S/N up to snuggle him, you swear you could see tears in his eyes
“Welcome Home Baby” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around Satoru and joined in the snuggling of your son
Nanami Kento
The Headcanons
✿ Your almost two years old daughter is a Daddy’s girl through and through
✿ For the longest of times she wouldn’t fall asleep without Nanami being on FaceTime to her sang her a lullaby when he's working late (Which he rarely does now)
✿ She can tell when his car pulls up when he comes home in the evening and she excitedly waddles to him as soon as he walks through the door
✿ If he has paperwork? He’s giving her a piece of blank paper to “fill out like dada”
✿ She loves her father and He loves her
✿ She’s so well manner for a toddler and you can only thank the fact that she's picking up Nanami proper mannerisms
✿ Nanami always make sure to match his tie to what she's wearing when they go out
✿ She joins Him in the morning when he’s getting for work, He always spray some of the cologne he’s wearing on her because she loves smelling like her Daddy
✿ If He’s Shaving, He’s putting Some Shaving cream on the tip of her nose
✿ He makes her a small breakfast so they can eat together before placing her in the bed with you
✿ He takes his time doing D/N hair, He can do elaborate styles so effortlessly without hurting her tender head
✿ Going out is always a event because the y’all always looking so clean and perfect; locals call y’all the catalog family because y’all look straight out of one
✿ When he’s baking something sweet he always slip a little something to his princess
✿ There is a lot of warmth and love in your household mixed with the beautiful sounds of a happy child
The Scenario
❀ Your house was quiet, You had been out running errands and had just come home to a oddly quiet home
❀ D/N toys had all been put away and from the smell of it, your darling husband had cooked dinner
❀ Walking softly around you took in your surroundings, It had been Nanami’s only day off but he managed to tidy up the place too; The man was so giving and perfect
❀ As you walked into the living room your eyes automatically laid upon the sleeping forms of Nanami and D/N on the couch, A book had been put to the side and this told you all you needed to know
❀ “They must’ve fell asleep while he was reading to her” you thought as you grabbed a warm blanket to put around them
❀ As the blanket touched them, Nanami woke up. His beautiful eyes stared at you with love
❀ D/N wasted no time stirring awake, it was like she could sense her father wasn’t sleeping anymore
❀ She got off the couch to hug your leg while Nanami asked you how long you had been home?? After you answered his question he spoke these words
❀ Nanami: Dinner is ready but if two want we can finish this book together???
❀ As your daughter hopped back on the couch and Nanami adjusted his glasses, how could you say no to a before dinner story and family cuddle??
❀ You sat with Nanami’s arms around you while cuddled your precious baby as Nanami read from the book
❀ You felt nothing but love radiating and you wished this moment could last forever
Geto Suguru
The Headcanon
✿ Never in a million years did man ever think he’ll be a father
✿ But now he’s sitting here holding a newborn baby.. His Newborn baby that you gave life to
✿ He was nonchalant for the whole pregnancy, In a delightful daze and Over the moon at the same time even if he didn’t show it
✿ And now he’s holding his son, A strong little boy who put you through 18 hours of pain but he was worth it to you
✿ You both had come up with a name for your son, one that would be fitting for royalty and show the world that he is worthy to be here.
✿ Geto S/N, He’s just a mere baby now but one day he’ll be among the greats but now his father is tearing up over him
✿ Suguru was shocked but pleased, how could a monster like him have such a precious beautiful child as his own?
✿ He kissed his son chubby cheek and studied him like he was going to disappear
✿ S/N had yet to open his little eyes but Geto can wait
✿ His black hair peeked from under his little hat and the boy had a lot of it
✿ Suguru Swears on his soul no harm will ever come to this child
The scenario
❀ It Had been four days since S/N and you had been home
❀ Suguru busted his ass making sure you was comfortable and Attending to S/N needs
❀ The baby wasn’t fussy and was calm for a newborn even though he went through four boxes of diapers already
❀ Suguru had woken up to feed S/N, as he tied up his hair he walked into the kitchen to prepare a bottle; This was a routine he had come to love
❀ He walked into the nursery where S/N laid, Suguru took a moment to burn into his memory how precious S/N looked sleeping so cutely
❀ As he gently walked to the cradle he softly whispered to your son
Suguru: Are you Hungry angel?? Don’t worry daddy here with your bottle
❀ Soon as Suguru held y’all son his little eyes opened up to stare back at his father
Needless to say Suguru was happily surprised, his son has eyes that looked just like his…..S/N is beautiful
❀ He woke you up just for you to see how beautiful S/N eyes were
❀ As you held your precious Baby Boy who was taking in his surroundings for the first time, Suguru took a picture of you two
❀ You swear that night both of y’all fell asleep with smiles on y’all faces
❀ The Proud parents of a Healthy beautiful boy
Fushiguro Toji
The Headcanons
✿ Toji and Y’all three years old daughter is menaces
✿ Mans literally teaching your daughter how to count and do math by playing blackjack with her and she’s a prodigy
✿ One of her bad habits is trying to gamble with other children at the playground and winning their toys from them
✿ Y/N: where did she get that toy from???
✿ Toji: She won it
✿ Y/N: :/
✿ She loves for Toji to carry her around and when she’s in her daddy’s arms she braids his hair on one side
✿ Your daughter joins Toji for his workouts and giggles when he lifts her over his head or do push ups with her on his back
✿ Btw Toji has master the texture of her hair, those long fingers sure know how to braid, twist and fluff up his baby’s hair
✿ She hates when Toji leaves and it’s a heartbreaking experience for everyone
✿ If she see him with his bags packed she’s crying her eyes out so Toji usually leaves at night when she’s asleep
✿ When Toji is gone Your daughter can only fall asleep when she’s sleeping on his side of the bed because she misses her daddy so much
✿ So He never goes on “business trips” that last over three days and almost all his spending money goes towards clothes & Toys
✿ She’s the main reason Toji heart has grown softer and he doesn’t hide it
✿ He even spend time and send gifts to Megumi, He’s trying his best to have a better relationship with his son
✿ Talking about Megumi…. D\N loves her big brother, from the moment he walks in till he leaves she’s right by side him
✿ She call Megumi “Gummi” and it’s so adorable
The Scenario
❀ You knew Megumi would be visiting Today so you decided to pick up some groceries
❀ The young Fushiguro male often brings his appetite when it comes to any of the food you cook and you hadn’t done the grocery shopping for this week yet so it wouldn’t hurt to pick up the ingredients you need
❀ Kissing Toji goodbye and snuggling D/N one last time before heading out you checked over the list as you grabbed your keys making sure you had everything you need on it
❀ Little did you know as you headed to the nearest grocery store Megumi would arrive early at your door
❀ As soon as he walked through the door his little sister held onto his leg with all her might “Gummi’ she said happily as their father tried to ask him about his day and lessons
❀ D/N was lifted up by her older brother as he talked with Toji about all the things he learned that day while she played in his hair
❀ Megumi noticed you wasn’t there and he asked Toji about your whereabouts after Toji answered his question, He begin to play with his baby sister who was more excited than usual
❀ She showed him her new tea set before asking her daddy to join her Tea party, Megumi sat down across from his sister watching her as she brewed and prepared the imaginary tea
❀ The two Fushiguro’s males became engulfed in the imaginary world of D/N
❀ From her tea shop to her hair salon, their attention was 100% hers; so much that Toji nearly didn’t hear you come in.. Nearly
❀ What you walked into was Megumi and Toji drinking imaginary tea with their hair covered in hair ties, D/N was so proud of herself
❀ D/N: Gummi and Daddy are so pretty!!
❀ As you took their picture: Yes Baby they’re
❀ Your daughter has two Fushiguro’s who would die for her
Ryomen Sukuna
The Headcanons
✿ Your five years old daughter is just the smaller more adorable version of Sukuna
✿ With Scarlet eyes and head full of unruly hair the same colour as her father’s; she has your face and a mixture of the two of y’all skin tones
✿ She is a rambunctious child with more energy than you know what do with but her daddy can easily keep up with the young half curse
✿ Sukuna could be threatening someone and D/N would be climbing him to sit on his shoulders or swinging off his arms; Sukuna wish a fool would say something about his princess behavior
✿ For a Kindergartener your daughter already has immense strength and intelligence that other children can’t compete with but she is a sweetheart that would never hurt a fly
✿ Her aura alone makes lesser curses back the fuck up
✿ She can easily tell Sukuna and Yuuji apart (She calls Yuuji Soft Papa and it’s really cute) She has never questioned why Yuuji take her out in public but when she’s home she see Sukuna more; She knows Her father is a King and Soft papa is his disguise just like in the fairytales!
✿ Sukuna is a doting father who has a hard time saying no to your daughter, especially when it comes to sweets
✿ It’s not uncommon to find Sukuna Gently coaching her through her training, He wants her to be able to protect herself from curses and Humans alike
✿ If there is one thing he has never been able to Defeat in the hundreds of years he's been alive it’s her hair, Sukuna is amazed when you do her hair so effortlessly but he struggles with even gathering her hair for a ponytail.. Wtf??
✿ She paints Her Father long “Pretty Nails” for him and Sukuna always compliment the job she do; She even got Yuuji Walking around with bright pink nails
✿ It’s hard for the King of Curses to Watch his princess go to Kindergarten because he misses her so
The Scenario
❀ After Yuuji dropped off D/N, Sukuna mood was sour like usual when he see his princess go into that building with all those untrained Germy brats
❀ Sukuna was worried sick and he was for once content that he didn’t have control of the vessel; he’s worried sick.
❀ To make it worse you’re out running errands and he can’t consume his time with you
❀ This was D/N third day at Kindergarten, Yuuji was pissing him off with how calm he is; How the fuck can you be calm?? You left my baby with all those untrained Animals_ Sukuna, The King of curses circa 2022
❀ The Hours flew for Yuuji who worked at home but for poor Sukuna the seconds tick by
❀ Yuuji work was disturbed when the phone rang, the caller? D/N Kindergarten
❀ As Soon as Sukuna heard that his princess had a incident with a bully, he took full control of Yuuji body
❀ Sukuna is not above beating a five years old ass but the most important thing is getting to his princess
❀ He ran to her. He ran. He made it there in record time. As he walked in the ❀ Kindergarten his eyes Automatically went to D/N sitting on the bench; Her face was tear stained, Her long pigtails that you took hours to do had clearly been pulled and one had been cut.
❀ As soon as her eyes met her father’s she ran into his arms crying
❀ D/N: DADDY HE CUT MY HAIR!!
❀ Sukuna placed her back on the bench as he walked in to talk to the headmaster, cause he’s ready to demolish this building
❀ They had already sent the boy home but nothing they say could make Sukuna calm down, He’s trembling. How could they let the monster who did this to his peaceful angel go
❀ The only thing that stopped Sukuna from going full blown ape was the fact that he didn’t want to do it in front of his baby, for the first time ever he walked out and stayed as calm as he possibly could
❀ He carried D/N all the way home and made her the biggest sundae to ever been made
❀ When you got home, you both came to the agreement that she would be homeschooled until she's ready to go back.. if ever
❀ Needless to say the school paid for her hair to get fixed and her pain & suffering; that's the only way they got rid of the threat of the King of curses
Yuuji Itadori
The Headcanons
✿ Your Three years son is the sweetest lil boy (he inherited it from his Daddy)
He looks just like Yuuji but he has your lips
✿ You are his favorite and he’ll bend over backwards to make you smile
✿ He loves his daddy a lot too But he’s often seen following you around and holding on to your leg
✿ He Helps both of you with your tasks (As much as a three years old can) he loves to feel like he helping his parents out
✿ Yuuji is an amazing father, He’s so soft and tender with the parenting of your son
✿ Coming home from work just to see his two favorite humans always make his life better
✿ Even Sukuna is calm to your son and tries his best not to scare the little boy while barking out commands to poor Yuuji
✿ Sukuna: Brat, S/N Looks like he might need to carried! Pick him up now!
✿ Sukuna`s the reason your son will become spoiled rotten at this rate
✿ Yuuji Favorite activity with is reading to S/N before bed, you have recorded many ✿ videos of Yuuji doing funny voices to add to the story and it’s really cute
✿ Going to the park and watching Yuuji play with S/N is also very very cute but nothing beats them gardening together
✿ Watching S/N help Yuuji in the your small garden is a blessing itself
✿ His small gloved hands holding a giant tomato as his papa congratulations him for finding the ripest biggest tomato can take your breath away
The Scenario
❀ As you laid in bed Sleeping in late
❀ Your darling Lover was with y’all Son trying prepare a surprise for you outside
❀ Yuuji and S/N was picking your favorite wildflowers trying to make you a beautiful bouquets
❀ As S/N walked behind Yuuji he grabbed a hold to his papa shirt while asking questions about the flowers they were picking
❀ S/N softly: Papa why are they wild? They don’t bite
❀ Yuuji laughed at his son question while answering him about wildflowers and why they call them wild
❀ The Sereness Even had Sukuna Quiet and Listening to the interaction between Father & son
❀ After they was done with your bouquet, S/N suggested they make a flower crown “just like you showed him”
❀ As they sat on the Ground together making flowers crowns, they didn’t know you were watching them the whole time
❀ As you walked through the garden to where your sweetheart sat you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable and precious they were being
❀ Y/N: it wouldn’t be Fair to my King and Prince if I didn’t make them flower crowns Too!
❀ Your morning was filled with beautiful flowers and the gorgeous calm moment between your small family and you
Fushiguro Megumi
The Headcanons
✿ Megumi’s and Your Son maybe the most laidback kindergartener you’ve ever met
✿ He doesn’t throw tantrums and he hardly ever lie
✿ He just sit back and observe before adding into any situation
✿ S/N looks just like Megumi but he has your hair
✿ Your son has calmed Megumi down a lot since he’s been born
✿ Megumi is a patient loving father to S/N
✿ S/N swears he wants to be just like his daddy when he gets bigger
✿ Every morning Megumi reads the newspaper to S/N while they both sip on something warm
✿ S/N is Megumi Shadow, He will follow his daddy everywhere and back
✿ It’s so cute to find them cuddled on the couch together napping
✿ How many times have you seen Megumi giving y’all boy piggyback rides???? You lost count at this point
✿ Your son having A plush Dog, Owl and Snake “Just like Daddy” he says
✿ S/N has inherited the Fushiguro face of disinterest
✿ Satoru coming over every time he’s free to bring gifts for his grandson and to Annoy Megumi with his “I’m the sexiest grandpa” Jokes
✿ Yuuji visiting with his son and the two of the young boys playing together while their fathers reminisces is a scene worthy of a painting
✿ Megumi Knows that With your son’s talents the Zenin Clan Will try to get their hands on him but He swears on Everything he is Nothing will ruin S/N childhood
The Scenario
❀ Megumi Days off are cherished by S/N and you
❀ Usually you all would lay around and enjoy each other’s presences
❀ But since S/N started kindergarten everything been hectic especially since Megumi answered a phone call from S/N Kindergarten saying he needs to be picked up, Something about “Bullying”
❀ Megumi knew this had to be a prank, how could y’all calm laid back child turn into a bully??
❀ Megumi was fuming on the drive there, when he made it to the school he had to calm himself down
❀ Walking in he saw S/N sitting quietly there waiting for him, Megumi pat your son on his head before going to speak to the headmaster; The headmaster said that S/N bullied a innocent boy and that the behaviour needs to be fixed at home before he can come back
❀ After the conversation was done, he grabbed your son and walked with him to the car
❀ As soon they got into the car S/N softly broke the awkwardness
❀ S/N: I wasn’t being a bully. I only punched him because he cut the pigtails of this girl and made her cry!
❀ Megumi didn’t know to feel proud of his son or to be stern with him; The boy have a lot of father in him
❀ Making it home you both sat down with S/N why his actions was too harsh and why he shouldn’t do that again
❀ Megumi did sneak some ice cream in to your son as a reward for standing up for others
Choso
The Headcanons
✿ Choso is a excellent father and He loves being a father so much that you are now pregnant again …with twins and you are due any day now
✿ Your Almost four years old daughter is over the moon at the idea of being a older sister
✿ Since D/N looks like a miniature copy of you, You are excited for what the twins would look like; Maybe a mixture of Choso and you or more like Choso
✿ Choso is excited to have newborns in the house again and begin that wonderful experience
✿ He ready to give love to three of y’all children at once
✿ Choso is a very sentimental person and he has photos of all the cute things D/N has done, the best gift he was ever given besides his babies of course was a Camera
✿ He is a scrapbooking king and he happy to start new scrapbooks for the new babies
✿ Choso carry photos of D/N and the sonogram of the twins around in his wallet; he always showing them off to Yuuji
✿ D/N is shown extra attention by Choso who doesn’t want her to feel left out, he takes her out to cat cafes and they have such a beautiful time together
✿ Choso has mastered the texture of y’all daughter hair so he always doing new cute hairstyles on her
✿ She love when you two tell her stories about when she was a small baby
The scenario
❀ You all sat on the couch together, Choso had his hand on your belly as D/N head Laid on your left arm while you flip through the scrapbook
❀ You were looking at the photos Of D/N when she was just a mere newborn
❀ D/N Giggling: I was really that small Daddy???
❀ Choso smiling as he rubbed small circles on your belly: You were the smallest most grandest gift I could ever ask for. Did you know I cried tears of joy when you were born?? That same happiness haven’t me left yet
❀ Your daughter went to cuddle with her father as you flipped through the scrapbook some more
❀ D/N: Daddy?
❀ Choso: yes angel?
❀ D/N: When will I get to meet the babies?
❀ Choso as he pat her head: Soon My angel Soon
❀ As you flip the last page you felt one of the twins kicking and you moving Choso hand to where the baby was kicking
❀ You watched as his face lit up and He gently placed D/N small hand on your belly to feel her sibling kicking
❀ You both heard her whisper “The baby” but her next action shocked you
❀ She got off the couch and kiss your belly right where the baby kicked
❀ D/N as she hugged your belly: I can’t wait to see the babies
❀ Choso had his camera ready as he took the picture that he’ll cherish forever
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the sun, the moon and the pool (dilf!nanami kento x babysitter!reader)
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pairing: dilf!nanami kento x babysitter!reader
summary: for babysitting duties, you were on speed dial on one of the city's most eligible bachelors. with a motherly nature, sly intentions and the approval of his son, would you be able to cross nanami kento off your dilf list?
wc: 4.0k
warnings: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI) she/her pronouns, afab reader, oral (f. receiving), fingering, mating press, breeding, baby fever, praise, petnames, reader is 20+ finishing college, nanami is on his late 30s/late 40s, voyeurism (very ish, through a camera and it’s not even of yk) if i missed something lmk
A/N: soo excited to finally release my first work for my honeybun's ( @cirigiri ) collab The Dilf List ! this was so fun to write, thank you for allowing me to participate with my husband, you're the best! also i'm on my b&w era hehe >:)
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The call usually came around eight in the morning any other Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. A clearly distressed man seemed seconds away from begging you to, please, babysit his child. It wasn’t a “real” job, if anything it was only a part-time job. Nanami Kento knew you would come to his aid if his regular babysitter bailed on him, which she could usually do, to his dismay, but to your relief. Aside from the fact that the older man paid real good money and his kid was the sweetest thing on the planet, he was eye candy, even when he dragged himself home after a long day to coo at his child and praise you for your efforts. Which inevitably, made him an item for your dilf list.
You didn’t have to pull any stunts this time, as the weather seemed to pay in your favor. It was sunny out, and the heat was pouring in from the window you cranked open in your apartment kitchen as you were doing the dishes. With a smile on your face and heat running up your neck, you included a string swimsuit under your outfit, which was covered by an unsuspecting combo of an oversized button-up and a pair of shorts. In your bag you packed a cropped shirt and a low-rise skirt with some nice underwear, very sure you didn’t need it to seal the deal, since Plan A seemed promising. Taking a pair of sunglasses and fitting on some sandals, you headed out the door, humming your favorite song at the moment.
You parked your car in the empty spot in the driveway, still amazed by the giant house where only two people lived; two floors, three living rooms, floor-to-ceiling windows, a pool with a pool house. Nanami didn’t like it as much as his visitors did, since paying bills for a house was expensive, but his child seemed to love the extra space. He already had planned their move to an apartment when the boy didn’t find any need to run around a big patio and lay on the grass.
Excited as ever, you secured your tote bag on your shoulder and went to ring the doorbell, looking up at the tall door with stars dancing around your lower belly. A tired blonde man opened the door for you, and before you could greet him, a little boy ran up to you shouting your name, pulling you down his height for a hug. You crouched down, hugging him back with a similar excitement. You noticed from the corner of your eye that Nanami’s expression softened.
“I’ll be out just for the morning, an emergency came up at the office. I’ll be back at five the latest '' Nanami informed you, taking a deep breath in as you looked up at him with innocent doe eyes. And you weren’t even trying! You nodded, standing up once again to face him, tilting your chin upwards to look him directly in the eyes. “I’m sorry this is so out of the blue, hun, more so on a Saturday”, He sighed.
Hun. Each time he called you a sweet little innocent nickname made you want to giggle out loud. Even though he always had a neutral expression
“Ah, no worries! You know I’m more than glad to stay with our pretty boy here” You smiled and ruffled the hair of the seven-year-old, who giggled by your side. His father thought of the enthusiasm his child displayed upon seeing you or even hearing of your whereabouts, insisting you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen and that as his father, he should fire his other live-in babysitter and bring you to live with them instead.
Nanami breathed in, and you tried to read his face, failing so in the process. It was almost always the same; the same relaxed but stoic expression. The only things that changed were his mannerisms and body language. “There’s some cash on the counter in case you don’t want to cook anything for lunch. It’s a sunny day, and the pool is on the colder side, as per usual” You and the boy shared a mischievous look. You both loved to have pool parties together. “There’s snacks in the pantry and feel free to use the guest bathroom if you need to change out of your swimsuit and… freshen up”
“Understood, sir!” Your smile widened before you turned to the kid holding your hand. “C’mon, we must not wait another second! We need to find Atlantis” You tickled the boy, who ran up the stairs to his room to get into his swim shorts. You watched him go up, making sure he didn’t slip, before turning to his father. “He’s in good hands” You winked at him, noticing how his cheekbones flushed, before turning around and jogging the same path the boy did.
You spent the day both inside the pool having a soak and by the pool, drinking Capri suns, snacking on some popcorn, grabbing some vitamin D in regulated amounts, and gossiping. It was the funniest thing ever; the child laying down in the same exact position as you were but in a different chair, wearing sunglasses, just as you did, and replying back to your stories as if he was your age. He was well-spoken and a tiny gentleman, who insisted on carrying the popcorn bowl and paying the ice cream man for your ice sandwiches with your supervision, of course.
Unbeknownst to you, Nanami checked the security cameras often, as he did with any other person who worked at his home while he was there. It was only an innocent check, he did it only twice before he noticed you were already tanning your back, ass out towards the world as you faced his child, who kept chatting happily with you. His breath hitched while his eyes darted up and rounded up the meeting table. They all seemed busy with their own things, some work, some pleasure. He covered his mouth to choke out the gasp that threatened to come out of his mouth as he zoomed the image in, finally finding the purpose of spending so much money on a good security system. As he felt his heart thumping harder against his thoracic cage, he shut his phone off and grabbed his computer to continue working for the rest of the day, but the image of your juicy, glistening ass covered by an excuse of a bikini bottom under the sun was making his mouth water and his mind wander.
At five o’clock, when Nanami promised to be home, you hopped in your car with his son in the co-pilot seat and headed for a quick supermarket run. Back at the house, you cooked the child some early dinner, some pasta, and pre-made cheesy garlic bread. And with the power of a good bedtime story, a tummy full of a yummy meal, the heat he had endured, and all the swimming he had done, the boy fell dead asleep at six. No sight of his father yet, so you resourced to clean up the toys and the outside patio, only wearing your bikini and the low rise skirt you had brought with you. You checked at the sleeping boy every other hour, glad to see he was still fast asleep and well. Around eight you went in for a second soak in the jacuzzi, just when you heard a car pull up to the driveway. You lowered the music on the speaker when the man walked toward you.
“Hey” He gave you a tiny smile. “How have you been? Everything okay today?” Surprisingly enough for you, he pulled out one of the chairs to sit and chat with you.
It’s not like you didn’t speak before, and you had some nice vulnerable moments together, but it wasn’t something remarkable that marked your relationship in the slightest. He still treated you very professionally, aside from the rarely offered drink or friendly pet name. “It’s been a wonderful day, actually. Thank you for letting me take care of him. It’s always a pleasure, really” You leaned against the edge of the jacuzzi, hands rested upon the flat surface surrounding it. “Hey, why don’t you come in?”
Nanami looked at you strangely, leaning his head to the side with a brow raised. “Aw c’mon! You’ve been working so hard today! You deserve to relax a little” His expression softened, but you knew he wasn’t convinced “I can make us some mean margaritas” The idea of a stone-cold cocktail and the coy wink you gave him was enough for him to sigh, and start stripping in front of you, down to his boxers. Wide-eyed, you watched as he slipped into the hot, bubbling water with you.
“You’re right, I’ve worked a little too hard today” He sighed, his wet finger running up your arm. You prayed he wouldn’t notice the goosebumps running up the path he trailed. “Why don’t you go fetch those margaritas? Hm, sweetheart?”
You smiled back, not letting yourself be intimidated by his sudden change of tone and manners. “Be right back, then” You nodded, and pushed yourself to the edge of the jacuzzi with the help of your arms, carefully getting up to avoid slipping. He didn’t even hide the fact he was staring right at your ass, his hands itching with probably false expectations of kneading your soft skin with his big hands as you squirm with pleasure under him. He watched as you walked into the house and lost sight of you as you walked into the kitchen. It took around ten to twelve minutes for you to re-emerge, two tall glasses full of the sweet and sour liquid, and a bright smile adorning your pretty face he so wanted to cup in his hands to watch it contort as he thrust into you.
“Here you go sir” You smiled innocently, extending the glass to him. You lowered yourself back into the steaming waters and took your glass in your hands. “I went to check on him, by the way. I think he’s not waking up until tomorrow”
“Call me Kento” He corrected you quickly, and you gave him a soft polite nod. “Really? You must have entertained him well enough. Neither the regular nanny nor I have gotten him to go down so early…”
You took a sip of your cold beverage, not losing eye contact between the two of you. “We stayed around the pool area from midday till four, if he wasn’t exhausted by then, might as well test him for doping!” You joked and actually elicited a small, teeny laugh from the man. Satisfied, you chewed your bottom lip in excitement and took a long sip out of your margarita. Kento stopped laughing and shook his head, taking a sip as well.
“You’re really good at making drinks, wow” He admitted after his glass was done. You kept on chatting through the night, even discussing plans of ordering some takeout. He had a thing for running his hand through your arm, making you quiver slightly.
“College has taught me many things, making incredible drinks is one of them” You smiled confidently, but the proximity between your face and his was making you internally nervous. But you had the upper hand at this, you just knew it. You had him on the ropes the minute you walked in with those skimpy shorts and looked up at him from an angle that left many things to his own interpretation.
Nanami reached in and cupped your face in his hand, his wet thumb trailing along your cheekbone. “You’re adorable, has someone ever told you that?” He said, almost in a whisper. But it was just the lust in his voice controlling his tone, making it so hushed, so intimate.
“I’ve heard it a couple of times” You felt the goosebumps electrifying your spine when he leaned in and planted a small, but a prolonged kiss on your neck, his other hand resting on your thigh. Your breathing hitched as his finger drew circles on your thigh, making you close your eyes to enjoy the thrilling sensation.
“Hey, look at me” He called out, his demand soft and dangerous. “Can I?”
You didn’t even know what you were agreeing to, but the look he was giving you, his eyes shining like the moonlight; so dark but inviting. Mysterious but so known. You nodded, and he smiled, his lips brushing against yours. Was he teasing you?! You pushed yourself forward, your hand resting on his neck. He smiled, impressed but still melted right into the kiss, fireworks going off in your mind. Yes! Another objective ticked off. He pulled you into his lap, holding you down so you could feel his cock getting harder by the second you were hovering over it. The next second over, without any notice, he pulled you out of the water and sat you by the edge, not allowing you to break the connection via your frenzied lips. Poor man, sure as hell he needed something like this. He then concentrated his efforts on your neck, pleased with the way his ministrations elicited moans and whines out of you, while his hands ran the length of your legs.
“You smell so good” He groaned as he started kissing down your stomach, gaining back gasps of surprise. He took the string of your swimsuit panty between his two fingers and looked up at you for consent, which made your heart melt and your pussy throb even more. But you smiled coyly and even tugged on the string of your bra to just get it all over with. He tugged on it painfully slow, but his teasing nature didn’t throw your confidence off. You had the upper hand in this, you were totally convinced… that was until he went in head first, to absolutely devour your needy cunt.
It was all so sudden, he licked a strip from your wetness before attaching his mouth to your puffy clit, like a starved man. Now the moans you let out weren��t so tiny anymore. “Ah, fuck! Kento!” You moaned, throwing your legs over his strong shoulders. He broke away, pussy juices glistening down his chin, and started to draw painful circles on your clit.
“Call me sir” His wicked smile disappeared back between your legs, this time you felt a finger slither between your folds, a digit now being pumped in and out of you at the steady pace his flat tongue overlapped against your swollen clit. You let out a loud whine as he hooked his finger, feeling out for that spongy spot that made your skin crawl and your head throw itself back to almost hit the concrete floor.
“You cute little thing, thinking I didn’t know your intentions this whole time” Nanami cooed, torturing you and eliciting pained moans by the slow but strong thrust his finger was giving you. “Always coming over to take a soak in my pool, in the skimpiest swimsuits, and you expected to have the advantage here?” You lifted your head to face him, visibly confused. As a response, he nonchalantly added another finger, a choked gasp coming from you, even though he still kept the same torturous pace. “Aw c’mon, don’t act so surprised, isn’t this what you wanted?”
You mumbled an incoherence, trying to concentrate on not concentrating so much on his fingers. But before you could think about them again, they were on your face, holding your cheeks to look at him. “Answer me. If not, I can just stop, you know? Use your words”
Your eyes widened in dismay at the threat “Please don’t” You whined, but he didn’t seem as satisfied as he should be, slowly dragging out his fingers. “I’m sorry, sir! Please, don’t stop!” You whimpered, and a soft smile formed on his face. And with a small ‘atta girl’, he pushed two fingers back in and went back to eating you like his favorite meal, freshly done, just for him. You felt the familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach; Nanami noticed how your legs hooked over his shoulder quivered and how your pussy pulsated around his fingers, he sped up even more, gaining complaints from overstimulation, but he didn’t care. When he considered it appropriate, he detached his mouth from your pussy and looked up at you “Cum for me.”
The orgasm you didn’t even know you were holding in crashed into you like a wave that dragged you back to shore and rolled you onto the hot sand, leaving you dazed and confused. You breathed in and out, your eyes started to focus on the moon shining above you, to then hoist yourself up by your shoulders to find Nanami staring at you, but not in a derogatory way; on the contrary, he looked… rather pleased.
“Such a good girl for me” He praised you, pressing soft, tingly kisses on your thighs that made you giggle. “Wrap your legs around my waist” He instructed, guiding your shivering legs to grant his command.
You realized his food physique wasn’t just for show; he was strong since he carried you to somewhere you didn’t really recall since you were too busy kissing and suckling little red spots all over his neck and shoulders. You felt your back go briefly against a hard surface before a strong scent of wood filled your nose. The pool house was used as, well, a pool house so no one had to go in the main house while wet, and if Kento had a lot of guests staying over, they could sleep over there as well. It had a lot of woodwork in the kitchen, a small table, some furniture, and a coffee table. But the smell was pleasant; it was a cozy wooden scent that was driving you crazy combined with Nanami’s boozy scent coming from his cologne.
His lips found yours as he laid you down carefully, his hands massaging the plush of your ass freely. If it was even possible, it was even harder than what you remembered, the leftover of your cum straining against his boxers as he ground against you, but the warmth your pussy was emitting was driving him crazy.
“I love your body” He sighed in your ear, his hands positioned tightly on your hips. “Please let me fuck that pretty cunt” He purred on your ear. There was something going off in your mind, like a warning. He wasn’t mean in the slightest, but you felt he was being too gentle compared to moments ago when he was fingering you mercilessly at the edge of the jacuzzi.
“Yes, sir. Fuck me good please!” You took a mental note after he scolded you for using your words, and reached down to pull his soaked boxers. Your breath hitched when his cock fell against your stomach, leaking precum. Never in a million years, you would have imagined seeing such a pretty dick that made your cunt crave for it.
“Eyes up here, doll” Nanami searched for your eyes, pupils dilated with lust. “Legs over my shoulders, okay?” He instructed you, and you obliged quickly, aching for his throwing cock inside your needy little hole. He kissed you, the kiss more relaxed but sloppier than the rest while he lowered his length into you. With a gasp, you threw your head back, but Nanami still searched for your lips.
“Come on, kiss me back, princess” He complained, and when you wouldn’t kiss him back, he stopped.
“W-what?” You panted and tried to make him push his whole length inside you. But he wouldn’t budge.
He took your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks “Kiss. me. back.” He sounded demanding, and you rushed to crash his lips into his, melting into the kiss. There was the catch; he was so caring and nurturing, but had found a knack in not letting you get your way like you always planned to. He hummed as silent praise before sinking completely into you. He gave you a second to breathe, and you clawed down his back, mewling by the pleasure of being stretched out. “Such a good girl, taking all my cock in one go” He praised you.
You moaned in response, feeling your body heat up. You couldn’t even form a coherent response, just mumbled and pushed his hips forward just a bit. He forgave you this once and started a steady strong pace that had you all over the place. As you put more thought into it, you realized that he was right; you never had the upper hand.
“You feel so good” Nanami whispered in your ear, letting out small pants and huffs as his pace quickened, your mind went further into the waves of pleasure, and it was only the two of you, right there, in the dark, small rays of moonlight leaking in. “I want to fill that pretty pussy up. You looked so pretty taking care of my boy, I wonder what you’ll look like taking care of ours” His pace became more frenzied, and all you could do was moan, louder with each thrust. You felt so full, so right.
“Sir! C-can I— please, can I—“ You couldn’t even finish the sentence trying to hold in the inevitable, strong orgasm that was threatening by the microsecond to wash you over. In response, Nanami smiled warmly and pressed two fingers on your clit, drawing tender but dangerous circles on the swollen nub, your back arched and your legs trembled into the mating press he had you in, moaning and panting his name.
The way your face contorted and the little noises you made as he kept overstimulating you sent him over the edge. You noticed he was actually making noises similar to yours; small moans and groans, throwing his head back as he felt your cunt slowly milking the orgasm out of you. “Ah… please let me cum inside you” He whispered against your parted lips “Let me fill you up. Say the word and I’ll pull out, but please pretty girl, you’ve been so good for me so far”
By the way, his hips moved and how he was thrusting now, his dick almost completely pulling out from you to then slam back with force, you could tell he was really desperate. And at the end of the day, it was affecting you too, his method of holding out his orgasm was torturous. “Please Kento, cum inside me” You grabbed the last few drops of coherence you had to form the sentence that would seal the deal.
Nanami lowered himself at an angle he could thrust almost violently into you, his hips clashing with force against your skin, the promiscuous slapping sound almost covering both of your desperate moaning. Just a few more hard thrusts and he came inside you, his swollen tip spurting his hot cum in the deepest part of your pussy, making you feel so full, a couple of stray tears rolled down your cheeks as you came for one last time. The man hovering over you soon broke away, and the removal of his increasingly limp cock made you whine.
“You did so great for me, pretty girl” He smiled, rubbing your shivering legs and running a gentle hand up and down your back, soothing your tiny whimpers. He kissed your shoulders and cheeks, bringing you down for your high. “I’ll go check on my son and run us a warm bath, anything else?” He asked as you turned to face him, hand hoisting your head up as you lay on your side.
“That takeout sounds really good right about now.”
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Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature
In which Nanami Kento is employed to exorcise curses which are frankly demeaning, pretending to be household objects
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WARNINGS: Foul language, British/Danish sense of humour
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Nanami Kento strode through the halls of Jujutsu High, pausing briefly, at intervals, to greet colleagues and students. Today was a good day, he noted; his new shoes weren't pinching, he hadn't seen Gojo once, and he'd woken up naturally, before his alarm.
He glanced at his wristwatch as he slowed before a closed door. 5 minutes early, he thought. Well-timed. Politely early. As he straightened his tie, and raised his fist to knock on the door, it flew inwards with a bang hard enough to rattle the walls.
"Godammit, Tako, I said gently! And let visitors knock first."
Principal Yaga stood behind his desk, preparing two cups for a cafetière already steaming with, what Nanami hoped, was bad coffee. Yaga only brought out the good coffee when he planned to charm someone into an unappealing task.
Nanami bowed, passed greetings, and leaned carefully behind Yaga's door to glance at Yaga's new assistant.
A small orange clockwork octopus, about the size of a football with vastly overlong mechanical tentacles, clacked anxiously at Nanami, glancing up at him and twisting two tentacles together.
"Another cursed doll, sir?"
Yaga sighed, throwing a stern look to Tako, who let out a shrill squeak and raised its tentacles to cover its golden eyes.
"I'm trying to create one with manners, Nanami. One with tact, some domesticity, and, dare I say it, a little self-control."
Nanami looked thoughtfully back to Tako, who was now gently closing the door, and  patting the dent on the wall left by the doorknob. It skittered back to Nanami, gears winding, and, reaching up to take his hand in one of its tentacles, led Nanami to a plush armchair by the windows. Tako let go of Nanami, and patted the seat of the armchair, golden eyes glinting endearingly as it crooned.
Charmed, Nanami sat.
"Thank you, Tako-san. I think you're doing very well. I know students and teachers here who are less polite than you."
If mechanical cephalopods could blush, Tako would have. Instead, it raised two tentacles to hold the sides of its face, and scooted with a happy whirring under the opposite armchair, where Yaga sat as he offered Nanami a steaming cup of coffee.
Nanami took it gratefully, blowing away steam, and taking a sip. Ah, he mused, it's good coffee. He gazed momentarily out of the open screen doors, and felt the breeze carry his good morning away from him. Nanami allowed a taut silence to grow, feeling Yaga strain to find the words to begin.
"Curses have been evolving in some unusual ways lately, wouldn't you agree, Nanami-san?" Nanami nodded slowly and let out a hum of agreement, biting his lip as Tako plopped sugar lumps, one at a time (three, four, five...) into a distracted Yaga's coffee, which he'd rested onto his knee. Tickled, Nanami did not, of course, interrupt Yaga to tell him.
"There have been some curse-related incidents lately, Nanami-san, which are nothing short of...weird."
"Weird, how, sir?"
Yaga paused again, reaching for words. He lifted his coffee cup to his mouth, now a mountain of saturated sugar lumps. His jaw clenched, but he remained calm.
"One lump, Tako, not one bag." Tako raised the bag of sugar lumps to its eyes, sighing in dawning understanding. It took the cup from Yaga with a bow, and coiled away to rectify its mistake. Yaga gripped the arm of his chair, before slapping it briskly with an open hand.
"Godammit! You know I'm not good with words, Nanami, so I'll get straight to the point. We appear to be dealing with a spate of curses which appear to have evolved to look like common items. They're hiding in plain sight. The list of missing persons is growing, public awareness is increasing in an uncomfortable way, and we've had multiple sorcerers injured and flummoxed by them, to the point where we're not getting on top of it at all."
Nanami raised his eyebrows, and nudged his glasses back onto his nose.
"So you're saying this needs a Grade One sorcerer? They're powerful curses?"
Yaga tipped his open hand from side to side, "It's not that they're especially powerful," he elaborated, "they're just cunning. And strong sorcerers don't necessarily equate to smart sorcerers. As we don't really know the power of these curses, you were the first sorcerer to come to mind with the mental and physical abilities required to reliably destroy these bastards."
"I'm flattered, sir. What information do we have so far? We should start with the most dangerous, and go from there."
Yaga was already rifling through a narrow folder of papers, neatly typed.
"So there's certainly at least one hiding in a large shopping centre- perhaps you know it?" Yaga handed the paper to Nanami, who skimmed it cautiously. Ginza, he noted. Very upmarket. Where I bought my watch. Other details were scant, he assumed, because the two Grade Three sorcerers sent to resolve the situation appeared to have been missing for a week. Four other men were also mysteriously missing, reportedly during visits to clothing stores.
Nanami folded the paper and tucked it inside his suit jacket.
"Jujutsu sorcery is only marginally less ridiculous than being a salaryman. At least, it has been up until now. Am I going to regret accepting this assignment, sir?"
Yaga twiddled his fingers together delicately, declining to answer. Tako returned to Yaga and pushed a flowerpot, brimming with coffee, into his lap, confident that the sugar to coffee ratio had now been corrected. Nanami barely restrained himself from laughing out loud, and stood briskly to excuse himself before the urge overtook him.
Yaga patted a proud Tako on the head, exasperated.
"Who knows, Nanami-san? Maybe it will even be funny."
Nanami scoffed, and as he reached the door he heard Yaga call out for him.
"Oh and, Nanami-san? Please take Kugisaki Nobara-san with you. She knows the shopping centre well, and this could be a good teaching opportunity."
"Have I done something to upset you, sir?"
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"Nanami-san, if we're done quickly, do you think we could stay for some shopping? I love Ginza. I'm not rich enough for it, obviously, but a girl can dream."
Nanami shared a withering sideways glance with Ijichi at the driver's wheel. Streetlights flooded through the car's windows, casting shadows on Nanami's chiselled jaw.
"Do recall the shops will be closed. We certainly can't get away with a mission like this during the daytime, veil or no veil." He heard Nobara groan in the back seat.
Nanami took off his glasses, polishing them thoughtfully.
"I must also remind you of some ground rules for this task, Kugisaki-san." Nobara sat to attention, as Nanami continued, "My priority is to keep you safe. Eliminating the curse is secondary to me if you are placed in danger." Nobara opened her mouth to argue, but Nanami raised a hand and interrupted, "So if I tell you to get to safety, if I tell you to leave me and save yourself, I fully expect you will do as you're told. Do I make myself clear?"
Nobara pouted furiously, but acquiesced, and softened when in turn, Nanami thanked her, gently and sincerely. She recalled eating lunch under the dappled tree-shade with Yuuji and Megumi, as Yuuji waxed lyrically about how protective Nanami was, how kind, how eagerly he wished to shield the students from evil. Nobara wondered what had happened to Nanami to make him this way.
Nanami pondered the night-time Tokyo traffic, Haibara Yu ever on his mind. Ijichi pulled the car into a layby, putting his warning lights on. Briefly, he handed Nanami a master key for the shopping centre's shutters, wished Nanami and Nobara good luck, and waved them off as they stepped into the cool night air.
Nanami and Nobara let themselves into a fire exit of the Ginza shopping centre, Nanami holding the door for Nobara, as he watched Ijichi's veil drip a dome around them.
Mounting the stairs two at a time to catch up with Nobara, the sorcerers soon reached a vast, well-lit atrium, surrounded on all sides by high-end shops, advertising clothes, jewellery, and more. Nanami turned to Nobara, who gazed around the shopping centre with stars in her eyes.
"All we know so far, Kugisaki-san, is that six men are missing, two sorcerers amongst them. Does this tell you anything?" Nobara pondered.
"Well...it could be a coincidence that all the victims are men. Or maybe the curse is hiding somewhere largely men visit."
"Very good. I think we should start with suit shops and mens' apparel, perhaps. However, it's also reasonable to assume this curse can both disguise or diminish its cursed energy, and shapeshift. It is managing to hide in plain sight, after all."
Nobara stretched her arms in front of her, flexing her fingers. Walking over to a large display board, she spoke.
"So there are some men's bathrooms on this level, and two suit shops. Which one do you want?"
"While I don't normally encourage young women into men's bathrooms, I'm betting on the clothing stores as our most likely suspects. But, Kugisaki-san, the first hint of a curse, you call me, agreed?"
Nobara clasped a hand over her heart, "I promise, Nanami-san!" she proclaimed, but only because you're such a sweetheart.
Nanami watched her skip away, anxiety gnawing at his guts. Should I have let her go, Yu? he questioned internally, doubting himself as a mentor. He reached between his broad shoulders to unsheath his blade, and walked briskly until he reached the first suit shop. Using his master key to open the shutters, he began to sweep the shop, deep breaths broadening his senses and mind to cursed energy.
Nothing, he thought, nil. He doubted himself again, but glancing across the marbled hallways towards the second suit shop, he stopped. This suit shop is the better one, he considered, because all the arsehole finance guys go to that one. Because they're vain, self-impressed little boys who think a skinny, ill-fitting suit cuts an impressive figure.
Nanami unbuttoned his jacket, and paced confidently across the hallway, kneeling to unlock the shutters on the second shop. He was grimly satisfied as he felt a thrill of cursed energy through his belly.
New shoes squeaking, Nanami stepped slowly into the store. Low-lights glinted against polished mahogany surfaces, the clothing racks oozing money. Nanami's abdomen clenched and unclenched as he breathed deeply, seeking the source of the cursed energy. Whatever this thing is disguising itself as, it's doing a good job. Nanami pondered over a mirror, wondering if enough vanity and pride pouring into it would be enough to generate a curse. Alas, no.
Thoughtfully, Nanami leaned against a circular rotating rail, laden with shirts. Fingering one of the shirts while he stared around the shop, he had enough time only to consider the shirt to be a very poor material, before the arm of the shirt whipped outwards and coiled tightly around Nanami's arm and hand.
Quick as a flash, Nanami was yanked into the circular rail, which began to spin frantically, twisting him like a ragdoll.  Nanami coated his body in cursed energy as he felt metal hangers rip and claw at him. Arms too constrained to swing his blade, Nanami kicked hard and expelled himself from the flurry of shirts. He hit the ground hard with a grunt and rolled, hair mussed and face covered in scratches.
The clothes rail shivered menacingly at Nanami, who lay on his back, gobsmacked and evaluating his life choices.
"What the fuck", he gasped. Standing up, he realised his jacket was missing, and his shirt torn open from hip to shoulder. The clothes rail let out a tinny little burp.
"You little bitch", growled Nanami, twizzling his blade in his hand. With his eyeline full of ratios, Nanami swung hard at the clothes rail, and absolute mania ensued.
Lights flickered and danced in the shop as shirts fired at speed in all directions. Mirrors shattered as clothes hangers hit them at high velocity, and Nanami slipped and slid on cheap polyester, spitting pocket squares from his mouth and pulling ties from his eyes, failing miserably to land a hit on the demonic carousel, spinning wildly in front of him.
Nanami was yanked in and out of the clothing rail, being spat out more undressed and dishevelled each time, cursing and spitting venom at the godforsaken curse. Lying on his back again, and realising one of his new shoes was now gone for good, Nanami stood up, now shirtless but oddly with his tie remaining.
Checking he still had both nipples, he ducked beneath the spinning rail and landed a resounding hit at its base. The curse shrieked and buckled, becoming animated, grotesquely leaning towards Nanami and circling an outstretched metallic pole around his ankle.
Raised aloft with a yell, Nanami hung upside down, and desperately undid his belt. Sliding free of his trousers, he landed like a cat, and swung downwards in a fully committed arc through the top of the rail, down to the floor. The curse let out a deafening screech and split like a banana, fleshy, gaping mouth exposed, hideous tongue reaching for Nanami's legs.
Nanami uttered a noise of total disgust, ripped off his remaining shoe, and tossed it into the curse's gaping maws. The curse choked, and Nanami took the chance to grab it by the tongue, swiftly slashing it off. The curse shrieked again. Nanami now soaked in thick, hot blood, he landed a final deathblow through its bloodied mouth. The curse roared at Nanami, flipping his tie upwards into his face.
Nanami stood, panting, as the curse feebly spat one last pocket square at him, which Nanami used to clean his face as the curse  withered and died.
Nanami took a long breath in through his nose, and breathed out as he surveyed the broken, bloodied carnage of the shop around him.
"Yu, did you see that? I hate this stupid fucking job."
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"Eyes forward, young lady."
Nobara blushed deeply, eyes now wide and looking anywhere but at Nanami, who limped towards her, leaving bloody footprints across the marble floors. Clad in only his tie, glasses and underwear, drenched in blood and gripping his blade with a white-knuckled hand, he reached out an impatient hand for Nobara's phone. He spoke curtly to Ijichi, requesting immediate collection from the shopping centre.
Stood together in awkward silence, Nobara walked into the neighbouring suit shop, and wordlessly brought a black shirt to Nanami. He silently nodded, and began to button himself up.
"At least you kept your underwear, sir."
"Very bold of you to assume these are the same pair I walked in wearing, Kugisaki-san."
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EXTRA:
Megumi walked towards his dorm room, but despite his best efforts to ignore the sound of laughing, was drawn to the tone of absolute hilarity coming from Nobara's room at the end of the hall.
Knocking at her door, he heard various shushing noises and quiet footsteps approached the other side.
"Who is it?" came Nobara's voice.
"Only me," said Megumi, and the door instantly swung open, to reveal the whole of Jujutsu High's student population gathered around Nobara's laptop. Panda wiped tears from his eyes. Maki had popcorn. Nobara grinned wickedly at Megumi.
"Perfect timing. I managed to bully Ijichi into giving me the security footage from the shopping centre. You know, the mission I went on with Nanami? You've got to see this."
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Hopefully there are many more of these to come. Poor Kento, I love him so!
Also got some smut, angst and fluff planned in other stories.
If there are any other inanimate objects you want to see poor Kento fight, hit me up. I wonder what's next? 😈💀
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jikangairodo · 2 months
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-annoying birthday boi parading through, uninvited, unannounced, in typical eccentric fashion- "Na-na-miiii~ guess what today is! Hint: it's my birthday :))))"
“Please go and look up the definition of 'hint' before using it again.” Already exhausted by their conversation, he raises a cup of coffee to his lips, gaze fixed on his uninvited visitor. There’s an urge within him to swivel Geto around and suggest he go celebrate his birthday with someone who cares. Yet, concealed beneath his curt remarks and distant stare, Kento harbours a tender, compassionate heart.
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“Happy birthday,” he murmurs and then sighs. “Do you have plans? Apart from bothering your favourite junior, that is?” The fact that Kento is the only junior left hangs between them like a noose.
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mysteria157 · 2 months
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Chapter 8
Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader
Word Count: ~6.8k
CW: Profanity, mentions of mental health (anxiety), pregnancy complications
Summary: You deal with the fallout. An unexpected visitor puts your life in jeopardy. Nanami tries to pick up the pieces.
Notes: Hi! I have a habit of writing long chapters. That’s just what works for me and helps my pacing for this story. Reblogs, likes, or comments are always appreciated but not necessary <3 I hope you enjoy reading!
Divider: @cafekitsune
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He was livid, body seething with rage as he paced back and forth in his office.
It made sense to reduce workforce and implement layoffs, that much he had known. He also knew you were someone who would take that in stride. It was just business, this happened to corporations all the time.
He never thought you of all people would be part of those layoffs. For what reason? You were marvelous at your job.
Something had happened. The hurt in your eyes was more than enough to show that.
He had an inkling of who it could have been.
Jin Itadori would never. He was truly his son’s father, capable of running a cut-throat business but never harboring a malicious bone in his body. So it had to have been someone else on the board of higherups.
Maybe it was Gakuganji. An old man that always hung in the background during board meetings, face leathery and eyes low and set in stone as he barely communicated but executed the harshest decisions through others. Gojo despised him. Nanami always held a high regard for rules and authority but the board were filled with people that made his skin crawl.
Especially Gakuganji. It could have been him.
Or Mahito. He was new and far too young for the amount of power he had but capable of devious things that would upset you.
The thought of what could have happened, if Mahito was in the room, made his stomach churn.
You weren’t answering his calls or texts as the first hour of you walking out of his office had neared his mark.
He was familiar with your anger, knew the way your eyebrows pinched together in frustration like the back of his hand. It had only taken him that first week when he met you, but he could detect the slight agitation in your voice when it clipped the edges of your sentences. From every glare you had sent his way, every snide remark, every smirk of dominance when you had caught him on his toes, he knew you.
But the look on your face as you tried to yank his door open, eyes filled with tears, voice tight and heavy with disappointment, he felt something he was still trying to put together.
A strange sense of protection, to find whoever was responsible for making you less jovial, less determined, less willing to laugh into the air like he was used to.
Gojo had waltzed into his office only minutes after you stormed out, determined to spend the rest of his day teasing Nanami before he saw the look on his friend’s face. Nanami, while normally not a very outspoken man, had told Gojo the entire conversation, barely containing the rage in his voice.
Gojo had placated him briefly, before disappearing to find Omelia because he knew the minute she got wind of what happened, she would burn the place to the ground with everyone inside.
Still no response from you, his latest message simply left on read. It made him growl softly under his breath as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.
He was trying.
Nanami was rarely wrong, especially when it came to his work and the character of others. But he was wrong about you to a degree that made him nervous to be around you. And a little ashamed. He had belittled you to the point of despair, highlighting your weakness of wanting to prove yourself to others. If it were anyone else, they would have regarded Nanami as a stiff rod that was unwilling to bend and would simply keep their distance, never thinking more about his disagreeing nature and simply moving on to something else that didn’t involve him.
To others, his behavior may have even been a small lesson to not pry where things were doing just fine. To not rock the boat if the waters were already steady.
But not you.
He could tell there was something deeper when it came to you.
You worked hard to make yourself be seen and despite what he may have told you, your work was exemplary. And yet the very company you gave your all for had walked over you and kept you stagnant.
It was your courage, your intelligence, your ability to never stop until others saw reason, always pushing, always challenging. It was maddening to him, but he couldn’t imagine anyone else pushing back against the system and showing people like Yuji to never fall into step with others if there was no need to.
His reasoning for keeping you away had begun to crumble the minute he met you, slipping through the cracks of the wall he had pushed out to others who walked into his office with the same mentality time and time again and always having an ulterior motive.
The moment you snapped at him in his office during the summit, asserting your dominance and sneering at him, he knew that you would be in his mind forever. Pestering, pushing, worming your way into every decision he usually made in the office even when you were 4 hours away in Sendai.
But he caused you all of this pain and for what? Because he was embarrassed, and he had let his kindness with others get the better of him? Allowed just one person to take advantage and steal the hard work of the pink-haired boy that looked up to him? He couldn’t bear to see Yuji so upset again, couldn’t bear to acknowledge the guilt of letting his guard down.
He knew you were different.
Nanami rarely entertained the thoughts of others but you oozed intelligence and beauty in a way that made the entire office incline their heads towards you, always wanting to listen. Back then, he had hated so much of the situation the universe had put him in. He hated how much you challenged him, hated the way the sound of your laugh made his skin prickle when Gojo told you a harmless joke, hated the way your unusual curls escaped the frame of your professional bun when you were walking down a hall. He hated how attracted he was to you. If it were anyone else, he could have thrown an offhand comment about staying in their place and be none the wiser.
But it had to be you. It had to be someone that pulled him in and reciprocated the intense lust he had failed to keep under control with his snide remarks. It had to be you that he fell into bed with. Of all the people he had slept with, double layered with birth control and a condom, youwere the one who got the rotten luck.
It had to be you.
And he had gone too far, said something to you that he didn’t mean and felt the sting of your hand on his face before letting him know sadly that he would be a father.
Haibara had talked some sense in him, made him feel small and pathetic, and he deserved every bit of it. If his mother knew any other details, she would pull him by his ear, drag him to your doorstep and then tear through him with words that would probably make him afraid to leave his own house.
So when he finally swallowed his pride and guilt, when he finally admitted to himself that he had overstepped, he vowed to make it right with you. Especially with a baby on the way.
You were worth it. In every way, were you worth it.
He just needed you to pick up the phone.
The commotion from outside his door made him pause, one voice hushed and the other seething.
“Ome, he’s in a meeting. Come on!” Gojo sounded desperate, his voice serious for once.
“Lie to me again Gojo and I’ll really choke you out. Get out of my way you blue eyed albino fucker, I swear to god I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
She was livid. He should have known it was coming. And the minute his office door opened, and she twisted at Gojo’s hand to make him move, Nanami immediately prayed that someone above was listening.
Gojo whimpered, pulling away from her to grip his hand, his eyes pained even if they held a tinge of lust to them.
Why did he have to be such a freak?
Nanami opened his mouth to speak.
“Omelia, you don’t need to hurt him—”
She whipped her face from Gojo to glare at the source of words. Her silver eyes were shining, an odd contrast against her chocolate skin that made her seem almost alien.
“I’m sorry? I don’t recall saying you could speak.” Nanami tried to protest and her eyes flared again. “Shut. Up.” Her shoulders were moving deeply with her heavy breaths, her body radiating a protective anger that a mother would have for her child.
“I’m not going go into detail and try to placate you and ask ‘oh my what happened?’ or ‘I wonder who could have done this?’ Because none of that matters. Whether you were indirectly responsible or not, you still hold some fault. You disregarded her ideas at every opportunity and in every meeting. Did you honestly not think the higherups wouldn’t be paying attention??”
“I didn’t—”
“I said shut up!”
Her raspy voice cracked on the edges, the timbre making even Gojo widen his eyes slightly in shock.
“Y/n has worked so fucking hard. She’s spent years at this company doing what she could to make things better and she’s fucking good at it. She’s spent her entire life being told that she holds no value unless she’s the best at what she does. But she adored you, thought that if anyone could see just how hard she was working…if anyone could give her the experience she needed to make something of herself, it would be you. To her, you were the best at what you did. Asked the best questions, fostered the most intense conversations, compiled the most detailed reports. She always had a little crush on you. Clearly, I don’t see it, but go off I guess.”
She pulled in a large breath, her anger slowly receding, giving way to exhaustion.
“Gojo told me why you act the way you do. He told me about what happened to Yuji and I understand your response, truly I do. But y/n was different, and even you can’t deny that.”
Nanami swallowed, a large bulge of bile sliding back down his throat and sitting uncomfortably in his belly.
“She may not directly blame you, but she might realize that even your actions put her on the radar of the higherups. And they used her skills one last time, took what they needed, and then tossed her away. That’s going to hurt her, and she’s going to blame you and everyone for a very long time. That last time you hurt her; I gave you a chance because I knew it was the right thing to do. But not this time.”
She pointed a finger in his direction, her relaxed gaze beginning to boil over with rage again, silver eyes gleaming.
“Do you want to be in her life?”
“I do.” He answered it before she could even finish, his tone resolute and without question. She studied him sternly, picking at his skin with her gaze, tearing through the cracks and staring right into the guts. “Please understand that I do.”
“I don’t need to understand shit. She does. She has one parent in her life and that person could hardly be called a mother. I don’t want her child to only have one parent as well. That’s the only reason I’m talking to you. I’m not interfering anymore. You’re going to work for it Nanami. In every sense of the word. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care who you need to call, what you have to do or say. Grovel if you have to. Get down on your hands and knees and show her that you’re worth it. Fix. This. Now.”
Even Gojo swallowed loudly, his tall body glued in the crevices of his chair. Nanami hadn’t given away any other expression, but internally his blood was ice cold. Omelia was a force to be reckoned with.
“I will. I promise, I will.”
Omelia lowered her finger, her face still angry but her eyes seeming to accept his response.
“And if you ever. Ever. Hurt her again, there won’t be a place you’ll be able to hide. It wont take me long to find you. I’ll do whatever I can to protect her and I’ll make sure that you will have wished you never spoken to her in the first place.”
Nanami didn’t respond, his shoulders stiff, stomach coiling in unease and a slight twinge of fear through the overwhelming mass of respect that he held for the woman in front of him. You seemed to only attract people around you who radiated confidence, intelligence, and protection without even knowing it. A kind and hard working person surrounded by equally hard working people who saw your worth and personality and would do anything to keep it from being damaged.
His actions only made him feel more and more like a fool.
Omelia didn’t offer anything else, choosing instead to smooth down her grey dress before turning around and walking briskly from the room, the office door shutting closed behind her.
Everything was quiet for a few moments, Nanami still rooted to the floor, head throbbing in guilt and despair.
Gojo was still in his chair, hands on the armrests and clutching the wood before he sighed (forlornly?) and sagged into the seat.
“God she’s fucking amazing isn’t she Nanamin?”
“Get out.”
It took two weeks and hitting your 14th week to finally grow tired of Ome’s hovering. She was the best of course, in every sense of the word. But she was constantly doting; making sure you were eating, going on walks to get you out of the house, staying late with you so you wouldn’t feel so alone.
But after a while, you needed some peace and going to Yoyogi to be with Rory who was quiet and unimposing was the best choice.
It wasn’t as if you were unhappy with the attention. If anything, it made you feel warm to see messages from everyone.
Satoru Gojo: Is Ome there? Show her this meme and describe her face in detail as she reads it. Oh and yes, hello. I miss you, how is my godchild?
1 New Voicemail: Yuji Itadori
Yuji Itadori: Y/n! I left you a voicemail to tell you all about my day so you can rest! I miss you! Nanamin is more quiet than usual but he swears I don’t notice.
Geto Suguru: Hope you’re doing well. I mailed you some goodies that I hope you’ll like :)
Ieiri Shoko: Hi sweetie! I miss you! Nanami wont stop moping, would you like me to key his car? I need something to do.
Kento Nanami: My messages are going through so I know you have yet to block me. Please call me. 
Kento Nanami: At least make sure you’re eating enough protein. And monitor your calcium, its low in the second trimester. 
“It may be best if you just answer him, honey.”
It was the second time Rory had muttered the sentence in your ear that afternoon as he hovered over you in the studio.
“My hands are a little busy actually.”
And they were, helping a child smooth the edges of clay on her small pottery wheel. It wasn’t as fast as a more ideal piece of equipment. But it was still a wheel built for children and beginners. The girl held her wet hands beneath yours, using them as a guide to fashion what should have been a cup but may just be a bowl at this point. She had to have been no older than three, maybe even four, but her personality made her years older. Dark brown hair pulled up in a high ponytail, hazel eyes filled with wonder and curiosity, and never ending with questions.
Being in Rory’s studio took your mind off things, made you feel just a little more important to someone. You had offered to help him with a few classes just to keep your mind busy.
And if that was in the eyes of children in their beginners throwing class then you would take it. Being able to watch them use their imagination gave you a pry into their minds just a little, made you feel like you could see your own child doing the same.
“You never let me do it on my own!” She protested softly even though her eyes were focused on the clay in front of her, eyebrows pinched.
“You smushed the last one when I left you alone, Aiko. If you want this to be a cup then you should let me help you.”
She grumbled beneath her breath, a small but serious noise that made you chuckle against her back.
“At least let me control one side.”
You conceded quietly, removing one of your hands from hers and watching with a small amount of joy as she smiled.
Your phone buzzed again, pushing a grimace on your face.
“You should answer that.” Her voice was matter of fact, face still focused on your work. “Is it your boyfriend?”
“Absolutely not.”
“You guys fighting? When Mommy is mad at Daddy, he gets really sad. Uncle Ken always teases him about it.” You hummed against her, content to let her ramble as you brought a wooden rib to the side of her cup (bowl?). “Daddy always teases Uncle Ken though, he’s got a crush on someone. Wont tell me who it is but I guess she’s pretty. Uncle Ken is always talking about her, its pretty funny—”
“Aiko, please let Miss l/n rest.” The familiar voice of Yu Haibara echoed over your shoulder before he walked to sit in an empty chair across from you both. He was a familiar face the past week of bringing his daughter to lessons. He smiled up at you softly, bright eyes slightly weary from a long day of work. “I apologize. She loves her Uncle Ken far more than me. Though I cant blame her.”
“That’s not true, Daddy. I love you both. But Uncle Ken tells the best jokes.”
She pulled her hands away, letting you run a wet sponge along the sides to remoisten before moving her hands back. Your phone buzzed again and Aiko chuckled.
“Nanami usually isn’t persistent in anyone unless they are important to him.”
Your gaze darted up to his, eyes wide and surprised. He only reflected a small sense of mirth, eyes happy if a little concerned. Even though he was playing along, his gaze held a firm sense of seriousness that even his daughter couldn’t detect. You offered him a small smile to placate him before looking back down at your current task.
“You know him?”
“I do. Little over 15 years. He tells me everything, if you can believe that.”
You couldn’t.
“And I suppose you’re here to defend his honor?” You guided Aiko’s hand along the curve of the clay, smiling at her amazement as it gave under the pressure.
“Not really. He knows what he needs to do. He deserves your wrath more than anything.”
You took a slow breath, the anxiety spiking in your body, smoothing along your veins and once again wreaking havoc on your life. You were mad at everyone. Nanami, Jin, the entire company you poured your life to, your fucking self. And it was doing nothing but making you worry more, sweat randomly with the thought of ‘what do I do now?’ You felt worthless, so absolutely worthless and you knew deep down it was your upbringing.
But it didn’t make the thoughts and emotions go away.
It only made everything too intense, too stressful, too fucking loud.
You own mother had yet to know about your recent change in employment and once she found out it would probably be the only conversation you both had with each other in a while.
“Miss l/n, your hands are shaking!”
Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts and back down to your hands that were trembling minutely and cradling Aiko’s. You steadied them, offering a small smile behind her that she couldn’t see.
“He won’t tell me what’s going on, but Gojo has been heavily involved and I barely see him willingly help anyone. Nanami hardly respects him so this speaks volumes. Whatever happened…I hope you forgive him. He asked me to join him for a run this morning and I almost smacked him. He knows that I hate running so I imagine the delirium has set in.”
That pulled a chuckle from you, earning an equally charming smile from Yu as well. He was a kind man, truly incapable of any evil. And to have a child like Aiko, definitely spoke to his character.
“How have you two been friends for this long?” You came to a stop with Aiko’s creation, using a wire to cut along the bottom and slide the cup onto a slab for drying. Aiko hopped up to wash her hands, disappearing from you both.
Yu smiled, watching you idly clean.
“It’s always been hard to explain. But I think we just pushed each other growing up and once his little wall of seriousness fell around me, I saw him for who he really was. And he’s a really good man that not a lot of people deserve. A man that took his own personal ideals too far and hurt you in the process. I’m no person who will rush anyone. But…I think he’d like to talk to you if you let him. Plus I want to see him grovel, it will make great memories.”
Aiko rushed back just in time, prompting her father to pull her into his lap before he kissed her cheek.
In the back of your mind you knew Yu was right and you were talking with Rory about it on the drive home until you fell silent completely, a familiar and unwelcome car parked in your uncle’s driveway.
She never came to visit. Not even for holidays or even her brother’s birthday.
But your mother’s silver Sedan was unmistakable through the car window, her own stiff form leaning against it.
“Do you want to stay in the car?” Rory’s voice was calm even though your heart was soaring in your chest, reawakening anxiety you had been battling since you’d been laid off. You shook your head, choosing to step out with him, the cold air hitting your cheeks as your mother’s icy stare hit you both.
“What are you doing here, Naveah?”
You mother scoffed, short dark curls bouncing in the air as she glared at her brother.
“I’ve come to take my daughter home. Clearly I care more about her wellbeing than you.”
You felt you heart roll in your chest, a sense of unease brushing under your skin, an odd tightening in your lower abdomen.
“Mom, I’m fine here—”
“I heard you were fired. And I won’t let my only child be unemployed and endanger her future and embarrass herself any longer.”
The pain from her words were sharp, biting and cutting at your stomach and pulling an odd lurch of pain that made you startle slightly. Her gaze was cold, distant as always, her words only thinking of herself and coated in a thin layer of false care.
“Mom. That’s enough. I’m a grown woman, I have a baby on the way and I can make my own decisions.”
“Clearly not since you’ve managed to waste years of hard work with nothing more than a lousy severance pay and a baby from a coworker you hardly know.”
The sharp pain returned again, harder and forcing you to cradle your stomach, right beneath the small bump of what was 14 weeks of growing life. You shook out a shaky breath, Rory and your mother’s arguing falling into the background. The anxiety was incessant now, squeezing at your throat. You swallowed harshly and glared at her.
“Mom that’s enough. You need to leave. I’ll make my own decisions. Live the life I want. Do what I want to do.” You shook out another uneasy breath, Rory’s eyes filling with alarm as he studied you. “Please go.”
“And do what? Sit back and watch as the only one in this family who has shown promise will resign herself to playing with mud and paint?!” Another stab, sharp again coupled with an odd pulling sensation along what felt like your uterus making itself known even more. Your heart was racing in your chest, pumping stress and anxiety throughout your body, your neck breaking into a sweat. “Years of disappointment! For once, do something you’re good at and make it worth—”
“Stop it!” The yell was harsh and cruel as it shouted from your throat. Both of your hands cradling the small bump of your baby. Barely enough to raise skin, but enough for you to notice. “You need to—” You doubled over, wincing harshly and pulling into yourself as another sharp stab hit your stomach. Rory was by you in an instant, holding you close and asking questions you couldn’t hear through the pounding in your ears. You opened your mouth to speak again before shaking out a cry instead, the pavement touching your knees as you slouched to the ground.
“I’m right here with her Ome. Yes, she’s awake, breathing, everything I promise. By the time you get here by train she will be discharged so please stay in Sendai. I’ll keep you updated.”
The stale lights of your hospital room only made you feel like a fish out of water.
As soon as Rory cussed out his sister and threatened to call the cops so she could leave, you both made it to the hospital and he guided you inside where you were whisked away to be poked and prodded. People staring too hard at your skin, pulling at your hair as if it were an accident, disregarding your pain level because you looked different and therefore felt pain differently.
You were barely holding on, wanting so bad to go home and cry into your pillows. Rory was doing his best, practically tearing down the door from the waiting room to get back to you and not leaving your side ever since.
But there was something missing that you couldn’t quite place, and not knowing what that was only made you more uneasy.
You had denied painkillers, their treatment of you had completely evaporated your trust and made you overprotective of the baby. But the more the stress rose in you, the more you doubled over in pain, scared and edgy and desperately seeking for someone to just hold you. Rory had done it all night but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t what you wanted.
“Let me through or I’ll tear this waiting room apart.”
Just the sound of his voice had your heart fluttering to a degree you hadn’t felt in a while. All sense of commotion seemed to stop as you watched him rush into the room. His hair was down again, ungelled and loose around his eyes that were slightly heavy and dark from lack of sleep. The grey hoodie and sweatpants were hastily thrown on, just like the last time he had rushed to you.
“Hi.”
The moment the word left your lips, heavy and cracking, he was by your side immediately, sinking into a chair and pulling it close to you.
“What’s happened?” His hands were hovering, desperately wanting to touch you but afraid of crossing another line. “Tell me. Please.”
You bit your lip, trying so hard to stop the tears from building in your eyes. You wanted so bad to be in control of things. But the constant pain, the fear of not knowing what was happening to your baby, the words from your mother, it was all getting too much and too fast.
“I’m cramping really bad. My mother—well I don’t know but it won’t stop.”
Nanami eyes filled with something you couldn’t place, flickering up to your uncle.
“Have they not given her something for the pain?”
You shook out a sigh, shaking your head and pulling his attention back to you. The stinging in your eyes boiled beneath your skin, your vision blurring against your will.
“I don’t want them to touch me.” He looked confused but didn’t respond. “They keep poking and prodding, telling me that my pain shouldn’t be this high. Pulling at my hair, staring. I cant—I don’t trust them. I’m not a fucking experiment.” You couldn’t stop the tears that spilled over, your last ounce of control slowly beginning to slip from your fingers.
“My baby isn’t an—”
“Hey.” His voice was soft but firm and unrelenting as he took one of your hands in his. They were so much larger than yours but so warm, so very warm and unyielding and grounding you in a moment where you felt like you were drowning. You could feel the slight tremor in his hands from the rage, his eyes filled with a malice that scared even you. He wanted to wreak havoc, find the people responsible and strangle them with his bare hands.
“I won’t let them touch you. I’ll go call Dr. Reynolds and we will go from there okay?” You nodded frantically, uncaring of the tears now as you tried to navigate through your emotions.
Rory interjected, smoothing your curls back before smiling down at you.
“I’ll call her. Stay here with her, Nanami.”
When your uncle was out of the room and the door was closed, the only other sounds were the clock on the wall and the occasional car passing outside the window. Nanami’s hands hadn’t left yours, both clasped around your one, a thumb stroking the outside of your palm. Nanami opened his mouth to speak, full lips hesitating.
“What triggered this?”
You shrugged, taking a small sniff as the tears continued to fall. “I don’t know. My mom just…showed up at my uncle’s house and she—she said from really hurtful things and I think it was the stress. Between her…and being fired…the disappointment in myself…I don’t know. I’m not surprised this is happening to me.”
He squeezed your hand, his eyes flashing with frustration.
“How many times do I have to tell you to stop saying things that do not make sense? I don’t know who your mother is as a person, but she’s made you feel like someone that is not worth anything when that couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s going to take a long time for you to want to let me in. I also have no right to ask this of you but I’m begging, please let me be involved more. I can’t bear to have something like this happen again and I’m not there to help you.”
You sniffed pitifully, wiping away your messy face with your free hand before resting your cheek against your pillow, all anxiety leaving as he looked at you with a leveled gaze.
“You’re more levelheaded than Ome in this situation. The smallest hint of discrimination makes her foam at the mouth. I’m sure they would shoot her with a horse tranquillizer.”
He shook out a small puff of air, a small smile curling his lips fractionally at the joke. He hated being so helpless in this situation, hated seeing the tears on your face from fear and pain. He hated the fact that he wasn’t here to snap the necks of whoever stared too hard at you, pulled at your hair in disbelief of the natural curls, intentionally misread your pain scale from some asinine and prehistoric belief that what you felt was vastly different from others. It made him sick to his stomach. But he was here now, content to keep your hand in his and soothe you in whatever way he could. For as long as you would let him.
When Rory returned, it was with a doctor you didn’t recognize, but she held an air to her that made you feel a little better. She had worked extensively with Dr. Reynolds who had forwarded her your chart and was prepared to do whatever she could to make you at ease. You relaxed instantly, sagging into Nanami’s embrace as she administered medicine fit for your pregnancy and doing basic vitals.
“The pain is your body growing to get accustomed to the baby. You uterus is moving and the ligaments surrounding are stretching to accommodate the new addition. It’s uncomfortable, but the cramps are also exacerbated by stress. Too much of it can lead to your placenta detaching and that’s something we have to avoid.”
Nanami was silent at your side, but his presence was rock solid against you, tethering you to him to remain calm.
“I honestly recommend you rest for the next few weeks. No working, no traveling, maybe small walks here and there but I think until the slight discomfort subsides, we want to make sure you are relaxed as much as possible. However, I think tonight you need someone really watching you. I feel like you won’t listen.”
“She won’t,” Rory interjected in agreement, prompting you to glare at him. He rolled his eyes before smiling. “I need to deal with your mother tonight so—”
“I can watch her.”
The shock in your face was hard to ignore but Nanami simply looked down at you with his indifferent stare, eyes firm and leaving no room for argument.
You knew a man like Nanami had taste, but you never expected his apartment to be so nice. A penthouse suite in Nakameguro, enough bedrooms to never have to worry about space, open floor plans with stainless steel appliances, dark wood floors, and walls decorated with art and photography. Every corner held something that made it all feel cozier. His living room had the longest sofa you had ever seen decorated with neutral floor pillows and a rather large throw blanket that was calling your name. His television was large, the center glass table sleek and sharp and perched atop some faux rug that you would tease him about another time. But the most distinct characteristic of his house were the books. Along the wall of his living room was a large bookshelf that was spilling with them.
Another corner held a small bar, a decanter filled with whiskey, crystal glasses clean and upside down to avoid dust, a few shelves of expensive liquor underneath. A small table next to the bar held a well used record player, a small bookshelf next to it housing different vinyl that you would tell yourself to look at later.
You wandered to his bookshelf, running your fingers through different works that even you were shocked to see. Every genre from crime to romance to science fiction. The pages were well worn, bent at the corners and slightly used.
Your gaze slid over to his television, long and polished, a flash of DVDs peeking from underneath it in the entertainment center. They all were basic movies, something most people watch all the time, but you never would have expected Nanami of all people to have a physical copy.
Your eyes widened as they fell on a few collections.
“Jersey Shore?” You didn’t bother to hold back the incredulous tone, turning to look at him as he poured you a glass of water from his large kitchen. The room was dark but the light from his open fridge cast an odd shadow that highlighted his sharp cheekbones.
“You watched Jersey Shore??”
“I watch Jersey Shore.”
The forwardness to acknowledge such a trivial piece of information had your mouth open and gaping. He lifted an amused eyebrow at you as he walked across the room, set the glass of water on the center table and then placed his warm hands on your upper shoulders before guiding you slowly down to the couch, handling you with care as if you were glass. You rolled your eyes but didn’t tell him to stop.
“You like reality tv?”
He slid off your shoes, silently pulling your legs onto the couch and then reaching over to hand you the glass of water.
“I do. Why do you look shocked?”
“You know why I look shocked.”
You chuckled around the rim of the clear glass cup, sipping silently and letting the cold water sliding down your throat soothe your nerves. The nerves of being in such an odd situation with him; high up in Nakameguro with the father of your child in his very expensive and large apartment.
“I’m sure Jersey Shore was too much for you. There’s much better reality tv.” He lifted an eyebrow in challenge, blonde locks falling in front of his eyes and shooting you a gaze that made your skin tingle. “The Real Housewives?”
“Seen them.”
“Even Salt Lake City?”
“Definitely Salt Lake City.”
You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from your throat, watching him with a small smile as he brought the throw blanket to you, smoothing it over your legs and casting them in soft warmth.
“What about the Kardashians?”
He hummed, narrowing his eyes to himself as he thought it over.
“Seen that as well. Even the two seasons from their new show.”
“There’s three seasons.” That seemed to catch him off guard, his brown eyes filling with curiosity as he turned his gaze to you. “You wanna watch?”
He reclined against the sofa, letting his head fall back before it lulled over to look at you. His gaze was sharp, intense eyes prying deep inside and seeing something that seemed to make him smile just a little. Such a small action, but enough to make you boil over in emotion.
“Would you like popcorn?”
You watched him silently as he worked in the kitchen, pulling out a box of already opened butter popcorn and then popping it in his microwave. He moved around with an elegance that you saw all the time at the office, eyes sharp and unrelenting and free of his glasses, hands large and fluid as he set the timer and fished for a large bowl. It felt odd, feeling the sense of normalcy wash over you as you observed across the room, suddenly imagining a little girl perched on his marble countertop, dark curls frizzy as he made her a late night snack.
It made your heart pound suddenly, lurching you out of your thoughts and choosing instead to smile at him as he sat back down next to you. He seemed to catch something in your gaze as he placed a warm hand on your blanket covered leg, rubbing softly.
“Are you okay? Comfortable?”
You could only nod in reply, blinking away the wetness in your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, pausing only for a second.
“I know that you’re upset with what happened. You have every reason to be. But I want you to know that I’m going to fix this. I’ve done enough for the sake of my own pride and I don’t want to hurt you again. I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t show you and our child that you can trust me. I don’t like that you hate me.”
You pursed your lips, running your fingers along the edge of the metal bowl filled with popcorn as you fought back yet another bought of tears. Everything felt too real all of a sudden and even though you wanted to be vulnerable, to maybe let him into your life to show him how things affected you, you were just too tired tonight.
But you could give him a small concession.
“I was mad at you. At everyone really. I don’t feel like talking about it tonight. But I…I don’t hate you Nanami.” That seemed to hold something for him as he relaxed into the sofa, resting his cheek against the cushions as he gazed at you. He would make it up to you. He would do whatever he could to prove you that he was someone worth keeping.
“Besides, I’m so curious to see who your favorite Kardashian is.”
The distraction pulled a small chuckle from him, rare and deep that made his chest shake beneath his hoodie.
“Kourtney.”
“Somehow, that makes sense.”
He shook out another laugh, the sound rumbling through the late night air.
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cleaning through my WIPs and found this tiny segment that's been collecting dust and probably won't work on again.
it is JJK,
<h3>December 24, 2018</h3>
“Hey Principal!” Gojo Satoru shouts, “Thought ya said no jujutsu sorcerer dies without regrets!”
Suguru beside him laughs, joined by Haibara and even Kento allows himself a chuckle at the irony. Here they all were reminiscing their deaths and turns out, their regrets aren’t half bad!
The airport terminal is bright, arid. The windows outlooking the landing strip and parked planes are clean, hardly a separation to the exciting of going somewhere. Where to? Satoru didn’t know. Was he supposed to? He didn’t care.
Gojo Satoru was dead. So was Suguru. And Haibara, Kento, Yaga, and even Riko Amanai and her dear caretaker. He knew he was dead so wherever they went, wherever the plane was to take them, he’ll go.
“Gate 1 is now open. Please be ready to depart.”
Suguru was the first to rise, “That’s us.”
Satoru blinked, “We’re not waiting for Ieri?”
“She won’t be here for a long while,” Suguru said before grinning Satoru’s favorite, cocky little smirk, “Besides, do you think she’d want us to stick around waiting for her?”
The remark startles him and he laughs. It’s refreshing, hearing something new from Suguru after so many years replaying every word the other ever said in his own head.
“They will not begrudge us to leave early,” reaffirms Kento, having risen from his seat.
“Un!” Haibara enthusiastically nods from beside Kento, “Besides, wherever we’re going, I’m sure we’ll meet them again soon after!”
“Is that how it works?” Suguru questioned, raising a brow at their kouhai who’s been dead for longer.
Haibara sheepishly shrugged with a smile, rubbing the back of head in an anxious gesture. It becomes obvious then that meeting again after death is what he wants. It’s what he hopes for.
Satoru would like that too.
“Let’s go,” Suguru said, hands in his pockets and cocksure of himself to stride towards the awaiting gate. There’s no airport personnel or cute stewardesses to check their luggage, tickets, or passports, just a steady flow of people who knew that this was the plane they wanted to take. Satoru goes to join them, his feet skipping ahead to join himself to Suguru’s side, wondering half-heartedly if planes in Death’s airport had business class seating.
Something stopped him.
A…whisper maybe. A faint breeze that tickles the back of his neck.
Satoru turns around to see a familiar face, but instinctively knew that the other wasn’t here to join them.
“Satoru?” Suguru called for him.
He turned around to address his friends, “Gimme a minute guys, I’ll join you then.”
“Ah,” murmured Nanami Kento and of course he would recognize the visitor, “But he’s not-?”
“He’s not,” Satoru reassured his kouhai, waving them off, “I’ll say a quick good bye and then we’ll go, okay?”
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret!” Suguru shouts behind him as he jogs over, Satoru bursting out with laughter at their little inside joke, but his levity wanes upon properly seeing-, “Yuuji-kun.”
Itadori Yuuji.
Something tells him Yuuji is still so blisteringly alive and therefore not here to join them. He’s glad for it. Satoru would have been sad if on the heels of his own death, his student were to follow directly afterwards. But what was one regret in an ocean of many?
Yuuji looked exactly as he remembered him; a little worn, a little tough, and a little hurt. The scars on his face suited him. Satoru never told his student that, seeing Yuuji that first time with those same scars that marred his cheerful innocence had been disconcerting but after seeing his student’s new resolve and growth, he couldn’t help but think those same scars as the mark of an experienced sorcerer. But right now…
“Here to see me off?” Satoru said, not even a question because Yuuji is here and of course his student would see him off for one final time.
Yuuji stared at him, wide-eyed with his mouth a little agape, shock and disbelief painting his face whilst murmuring, “Gojo-sensei?”
“The one and only,” he agrees with a confident grin, jerking a thumb at himself to point. His thumb knocks against the gold button of his uniform which prompts him to-, “Yuuji, look! Your sensei is in his old uniform. Jujutsu Tech didn’t even upgrade after we graduated!”
The novelty is lost on Yuuji who looks two seconds away from wailing.
“Hey,” Satoru said, softening his voice and dropping all pretext, “It’s okay, ya know. It’ll be alright.”
“You’re with-,” Yuuji cuts himself off, glancing around him to catch sight of the last passengers boarding the plane.
“Yeah,” he says, grinning, “I’m with Suguru, Nanami, Yaga and the rest. Oh, I guess you never met Suguru huh? Did I tell you about him? My one and only bestest friend in the whole wide world?”
He doesn’t know why Yuuji looks so gutted. Why his wide, beautiful eyes don’t fucking blink or why his mouth pinches tight like he’s stopping himself from shouting.
“No,” Yuuji manages to answer, voice choking on something unnamable, “You hadn’t told me.”
“What a waste,” Satoru mutters before saying, “I should have told you more about him. I think you two would have fit it off well! I mean, you both eat those disgusting curses without complaining.”
For some reason, that startled a laugh out of Yuuji and Gojo perks up because his student laughed! The young boy was so depressing before…
“You’re a riot,” Yuuji said as his laughter peeters off, smile stretched so wide across his face it had to pull painfully at the scar at his mouth, “Okay, sensei. It’s good to see you for one last time.”
The wording doesn’t sound right.
Satoru is still smiling but he can’t deny the little strain it takes to keep it that way. Why didn’t that sound right? “Yuuji…”
“Don’t worry,” the boy said, his entire face changing to be so reassuring that the warning bells ringing in Gojo’s head are silenced, “We can take it from here. I’m not planning on joining you anytime soon, still got things to do and a King of Curses to kill. Enjoy your afterlife!”
Something screams at Gojo to pay attention. That something is wrong.
Satoru blissfully ignores it.
“I will!” he says, reaching out to ruffle a hand through his student’s hair, “That’s a promise, ya know? Don’t be dying too soon or your sensei will get mad!”
“Okay!” Yuuji agrees -so easily-, giggling and pushing his head into Satoru’s hand like a puppy asking for more pets.
For a farewell upon Death’s terminal, Gojo Satoru doesn’t think this is half bad. There was something…so kind for Yuuji to be the one to see him off. Oh, there were others he also wanted to say goodbye to, but Yuuji was the best choice.
No one else would see him off with such a fond farewell.
“I gotta go,” he said, already thinking about how much time might be left to join Suguru and his friends, “You take care of yourself, ya hear? I’m entrusting the future to you.”
The smile Yuuji answers him with is a little shaky, watery around the edges. He says, “You can count on me, Gojo-sensei!”
Of course he can count on Yuuji.
He turns and walks back to the open gate, satisfied that even if there was so much he left unfinished, Yuuji would be the one to do so in his stead. His dear student, the best man amongst a society of sorcerers, he trusts will be the one to carry his legacy well.
That still screaming something in the back of his mind niggles at him. Satoru turns his head to see Yuuji for one last time and-
-Yuuji isn’t smiling.
No, there’s something alien about the expression on his face.
It’s…something Satoru had never seen before on his dear student’s face and though curiosity prompts him to figure out exactly what about that expression bothers him so much, he squashes down the urge and waves a hand.
Yuuji waves back.
Oh well.
He’s already at the gate. The gulf between him and Yuuji has already stretched so wide and Satoru had no intentions in subverting the separation between the living and the dead.
It’d be easy work.
But he doesn’t want to. His friends are waiting for him.
So he steps past the gate, turning away from the last living person to see him off.
Yuuji -his words, that expression- doesn’t bother him anymore.
He doesn’t regret much more after that.
***
<h3>June 18, 20XX</h3>
“YUUJI!” Satoru shouts, careless to the swath of people surrounding them when all he remained focused on was that familiar head of dusky pink hair.
He’s already snaking through the throng, hand outstretched and reaching to touch Yuuji first, seeing the other’s head jerk up and look around having heard his name. He turns around just in time-
[Story Premise: In one era, Gojo Satoru accepts death with open arms, relishing the chance to be with all his friends again in a happier time. In another, Gojo Satoru is seventeen again in a world where cursed energy doesn't exist and the history of jujutsu sorcerer's had been wiped clean. He runs into this new era Yuuji and he's so happy to see him again, all grown up and-
Yuuji grew up. Yuuji died as an adult and here he's older than Gojo. Where one had clung to the past, the other had been forced to pry the future with bloodied hands and now, Yuuji doesn't want to reconnect with someone who threw it all away.]
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