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kentokrazy · 9 months

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a/n: can't stop thinking about chef!nanami....

content warnings: sexual harassment, swearing, nanami is kind of a dick in this, xenophobia (this was written with a non japanese reader in mind as i'm not japanese!)

chef!nanami x afab!reader

plate number four

this is the day she dies.

shes sweating now, her heart is racing and the porcelain in her hand suddenly feels heavier than usual. each step closer to the swinging back doors is another step closer to the brink of death.

her life is flashing across her brain; christmas when she was six and got the barbie doll she had been dreaming about, easter with her grandma and hopping on a plane to japan to study.

when she swerves out of the way of a 6 platter serving tray she swears she can feel a slap across the face, but she knows that it's only the blood rushing to her cheeks.

the arena is a chaotic organized mess. it's a 6 o'clock on a saturday night, meaning there isn't a single person that's running somewhere. the line cooks are steaming, flames licking up towards the hoods and almost burning their faces off. the butchers towards the back of the kitchen are throwing lamb chop after lamb chop down the line in spinning metal bowls. with one glimpse towards the pastry chefs, she doesn't even want to catch the eye of the unreliably calm rigid raven haired man whose back is turned towards the door and is deceivingly rolling another batch of fondant. her eyes glance around the table of sweets, desperate to catch a glimpse of the overgrown child that sneaks off with whatever accidental extra the chef makes, but to her luck she can't see him.

begrudgingly she threads the needle through the crowd of other wait staff towards the head chefs cocoon. her heart is pounding harder and harder, her ears beginning to ring as she draws closer to the blonde haired man.

his back is to her, wide shoulders strained as he spins the wok, stirring the vegetables rapidly with a pair of metal chopsticks, hat disregarded and hair falling.

the porcelain in her plate seems to get even heavier. the running juice of the steak dribbling over the rim onto her thumb. her mouth feels dry and just as she reaches the table separating them, she sees the flash of white hair from the corner of her eye.

she whips her head around and the second their eyes meet over his glasses, his unnaturally blue ones glance down to the plate and he immediately curves around away from her. her call for him his disregarded and he ducks admits the chaos, hands tucked into his pockets and she swears she can hear him whistling.

this plate has been sent back three other times. the first time, the customer complained it was well done and he asked for medium rare, then he said he said that it wasn't bloody enough. finally, again he said that the steak needed to be well done. the cut is expensive, she knows that, it's the most expensive one on the menu, and each time nanami has had to throw it out, angrier and angrier.

the sous chef notices her first, head jerking over his shoulder instinctively and then his eyes fall to the plate.

"no way," falls from his mouth immediately.

"what?" nanami's snaps.

"uh..,"

nanami glances over his shoulder and she flinches. the wok clatters against the wall and he whips around. "are you fucking kidding me?" he snaps. "give me the-," he yanks the plate out of her hands. sweat glides down his cheekbone and he glares at her, lips turned in contempt - as if this is her fault. "what's the problem now?"

she swears she can feel the white haired weasels prayers from across the kitchen.

"they said it..," she doesn't even want to finish the sentence. her blood pressure is so high she feels faint, her palms are sweating and she is going to fall straight into the knife rack behind her.

"they said what?" his tone is louder and again she flinches. behind him, his counterpart cringes in sympathy. "what the fuck did they say now?"

her mouth is dry. "they want it well done,"

the plate cracks then the contents of it are splattered across the ground by her feet. "are you fucking kidding me?" blood runs between his knuckles, the leafy greens and mashed potatoes are messy on the metal. she knows rationally she's not the source of this anger, of course she does, but when nanami's killer gaze is focused in on her and his anger is palpable she's counting her final days. "i didn't hire you to take the wrong fucking orders, are you messing with me?"

the accusation pangs in her gut. "no!" she retorts. "they keep changing it each time!" she defends. "i'm not the-,"

"jesus fucking christ- fine!" he slams the remnants of the plate on the table and she flinches again. nanami is not the biggest man in the kitchen by far, that goes to gojo but he is by the far the most intimidating when angry. his muscles are bulging, the veins are pulsing and his anger radiates off him like hot lava. "i'm not fucking changing it again, they better fucking eat it or don't bother coming-,"

"oi oi nanami," like an angel, he flies in despite having run away before. "don't abuse the wait staff it isn't her fault," he nods his head towards her and the anger is immediately directed towards the expeditor instead of her.

"i don't have time- get back here!" she's only a few feet away and she freezes. nanami's already got another plate done, he slams it on the metal tray over the mush of the late one. "get me another fucking kobe," he barks, voice resonating over the heat.

"yes chef!" is thrown back, but she can't see who shouts it.

she stands with clammy hands on the other side of the table, gojo leans against it, peering up at her over his glasses inquisitively.

he then grins widely at her and snaps his fingers. "have you taken your lunch?"

she can't answer because nanami slams a charred brick of steak onto the plate and her eyes nearly fall out of her head. it's as if he threw it straight into the flame, pieces of the meat crumbling off into the mashed potatoes.

"don't take that out," gojo tells her immediately.

"take it," nanami retorts.

"don't! nanamin-,"

"fucking take it, and tell them if they find anything wrong with it they can go to a different restaurant," he snaps.

"do not-," gojo goes to grab the plate but a knife lands between his fingers and he retracts. "woah! hey- have you lost your mind?" he asks.

nanami's glare is damaging enough that she vows to his whim and grabs the plate with shaky hands. she scurries away from the bickering men, tears brimming in her eyes and heart racing. she slides through the crowd easily, avoiding the eyes and glances from her coworkers while she retreats from the kitchen.

the problematic table is seated by the railing overlooking the ground floor of the dining room. they've been there for a few hours, downing sake and appetizers for the first two than finally ordering during the third. seven bottles down and the five business men have been the most difficult guests of the night.

the youngest one has been the most unwillingly. the one whose unhappy with each meal, consistently. he sits on the outer edge, eating the most out of the appetizers and drinking the most.

she lifts her tongue to the roof of her mouth and the tears in her eyes begin to waver, nowhere to go while she clears them up. with a forced and firm smile she approaches the table, hands trembling.

the business man straightens up as she approaches and the other men share glances.

"here is your, kobe cut and mash," she clears her throat and slides the plate without grace against the table in front of him, his glasses clattering together loudly.

there's an unnerving silence that follows and she can feel the tears beginning to burn the back of her eyes.

"what the hell is this?" he retorts. "i said, well done not burnt to a crisp," she pressed her lips together and the lump in her throat gets bigger. "did you go to the bathroom and shit this out? can you not understand?" he enunciates his pronunciation, her heart pounding against her rib cage.

finally, the one across from him retaliates. "hey, show some respect," there's a thud against the table and the younger one snaps his head towards the perpetrator. the one who spoke up is the nicest one at the table, sober and polite while she served them. he's got his sleeves rolled up and hair brushed back impatiently.

"she keeps getting my order wrong, it's not my fault," he snaps back. "take this shit back, i want our meal refunded," her heart drops and she feels like she's going to faint again.

yeah, she's going to die.

she takes the plate shakily, and as calmly as she can tips her head down going to scurry away when the next table flags her down.

it's a group of girls, all sharing a glance as she comes closer.

"can i help...,"

"knock it the fuck off," the man who chastised the difficult guest snaps suddenly.

"chill out, it's not everyday you see an ass like that in japan,"

the blood drains from her face and suddenly she understands the beckoning. the girls don't say anything, shifting uncomfortably in their seats while they give her a sympathetic glance.

he's been sending her back. each time, just to stare at her ass?

a wave of disgust, then violation and finally angers brews in her body. suddenly, her dress seems all the tighter and like shes a mouse running from a cat her heart is racing in her ears.

the plate in her hands almost slips from her grasp and she wordlessly hurried to the kitchen again. her face is hot, her anger is almost as bad as nanami's and her shame is irreparable.

this time she doesn't swerve out of the way for the exiting wait staff like she should, she barrages through and is looking around for gojo, plate shaking. to her surprise he's not loitering by the pastry's and again geto is deeply engrossed in the plate of cakes with a piping bag. she storms through the kitchen, no longer worried or fearful, instead with half the mind to walk out or cry in the freezer (again).

this time she slams the plate in the metal table and nanami doesn't glance at her, angrily stirring something in a pan.

"he wants the table's check refunded," she declares loudly. this catches his attention, he swivels around and the vein in his forehead is popping.

"what did you just say?" he demands loudly.

"he wants, the tables, check, refunded," she enunciates. he blinks back at her wildly and then she slides the plate towards him. "i'm not serving them, where's gojo,"

"why?" he snaps. "because he can't make up his mind? i'm not letting that happen, how the fuck does he want it? forget it, i'm not doing it, he can have that or order something else,"

"where's gojo,"

"why?" nanami retorts. "gojo's on break,"

"where is he?"

"i just said he's on break, what the hell is your problem?"

"i'm not serving them anymore," she declares. nanami's eyes brow raises and the vein in his forehead protrudes. besides him, she can see haibara's eyes flickering back and forth from his pan and to the pair. "get someone else to do it, i refuse," nanami's jaw clenches and the silence between them is sizzling.

"why?" he repeats.

"because he's only sending plates back to..," her shame suddenly bubbles back up and her anger dissipates slowly.

"because what?" he snaps, angry again.

"to stare at my ass," she says bluntly.

haibara's head swivels around and the silence is stone cold. she swallows the lump in her throat. "i came back with the steak and he then demanded the table's bill be covered by the restaurant and he then asked if i didn't understand his japanese and when i went to help another table i he...," nanami suddenly slams the pan on the metal table next to the burnt steak and wordlessly storms around. her eyes widen and again like an angel, gojo is chasing after him.

"nanami- nanami wait-," gojo calls. she's next to follow in the trail. for once, gojo is the voice of reason and nanami seems to be flying off the handle. unlike when she was making her way through, everyone parts like the red sea to let nanami through.

in the dining hall, nanami slaps the doors open so hard they smack against the walls loudly. his stride is dangerous, scanning the tables for the table.

"let me handle-," gojo tries to wrap an arm around nanami but it doesn't work, the elongated arm slipping off the head chefs shoulders as if greased.

"chef wai-," gojo's arm suddenly sticks out and blocks her way, planting himself between the blonde and the troublesome table.

the unhappy customer glances up at nanami unamused, sake in hand and eyebrows raised. "are you the-,"

"get out," nanami snaps.

"what?" he sputters.

"get out of my restaurant, if you're going to harass and make my staff uncomfortable, get out," he yanks the sake from the customer. "you want your bill waived? fine, consider it a parting gift, you and your friends aren't allowed back in here," he slams the sake on the table and the man stares up at him shocked. "now!" his voice echoes through the dining hall and the other patrons are watching, awestruck.

they all clamber out of the booth and scurry around nanami, the only one staying behind being the man who stood up for her earlier. he bows deeply

"please, let me pay," he says as he straightens up.

nanami, uninterested turns away from the man then snaps back. "get out of my restaurant," he snarls. then he storms back towards the swinging doors.

#jjk #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #gojo saturo #geto is a pastry chef #chef!nanami kento #haibara jjk #gojo is somehow reasonable #couldn't get this out of my head #jujutsu kaisen

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petrichorade · 1 year

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Children of Kyaro 🥕✨

In honor of me finishing my first replay after years! My feelings for this game remains the same, I still love it so much 🥹💕

#fanart #genso suikoden #suikoden 2 #suikoden 2: riou #suikoden 2: jowy #suikoden 2: nanami #suikoden 2: mukumuku #this particular installment really raise my standard for J-RPG forreal #the storyline? the music?? the battle system??? the bond between the characters???? 100/10 CHEF KISS #I always feel grateful and lucky my siblings introduce me to this series #the other installment are also so good *thumbs up*#artists on tumblr #my art

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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years

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Husband Nanami Headcanons

cw: established relationship, fluff( it hurts me to read what I wrote like what am I on, anyways), comfort, Nanami is a great listener and cook too, Nanami got peak emotional intelligence, agoraphilia(public sex in washroom), unprotected sex( wrap it before you tap it duh 🤨), sugar daddy vibes (if you squint)

wc: 1158

cs : it is Hubby Nanami Headcanons before he even becomes reader-san’s husband because that man screams hubby vibes in my opinion. If you simp for him, welcome to the acquired taste club boo where these characters have a specific vibe you simply cannot dissociate from them…

gist: Hubby Nanami has been on my mind since the first time I saw him so it was only right to do this. Also, first time writing for him so…yeah.

ps: I better find me a man like this but I know damn well that’s not gonna happen ‘cause he not real and that’s what kills me

Hubby Nanami is head over heels from the very first time you two talked to each other. It’s the beginning of the week and you’re a tad bit late to work. Nevermind, you tell yourself I might as well go to that new place since it’s on the way to work. You were finally going to give a try to this brand new bakery that was getting extremely popular and that your friends had already informed you about. They all had encouraged you to go there as soon as you could and quite early in the morning so that way you could see the broad variety of items they had to sell. That day, you were in a hurry which caused you to accidentally bump someone's shoulder.

Hubby Nanami was going to glare at you and suck his teeth(don't ask me how I know, he would just do it 😂). As soon as he would get a glimpse of your figure and you uttered a heartfelt apology, he would say it is his fault too because he was inattentive 👀.

Hubby Nanami is determined to get someone like you to remain by his side, he cannot physically wait to take you out on dates, meet your parents and eventually see you bear his children. So, he gets your number and in less than a week you're on your first date with him.

Hubby Nanami is a calm and collected man. His Saturdays start with a black cup of coffee with no sugar and he reads for half an hour before doing anything else of his day. You tend to wake up a bit later and he always greets you with a forehead kiss each morning asking you if you slept well. After his quiet alone time, he dances a little with you. This lovely moment does not last for too long because someone’s stomach is clearly upset and demands food. But these precious moments are something you always look forward to.

Hubby Nanami is heavily appreciated by your family. Sometimes for the annual barbecue that is your family tradition, you feel like you're the odd one out. Most of your siblings already have kids, are going to have their first or potentially are on their second if not third. Your parents keep bugging you specifically with this bothersome question " When are you going to give me some grandkids?" You don't know as a matter of fact, you never even thought about dating before meeting your hubby.

Hubby Nanami noticed your uneasiness after bidding goodbye to your family. He will give you the time it takes for you to finally let it out. And by the end of the night you're crying in his arms, he comforts you with his words such as "Do not worry sweetheart, I am here for you. What matters for me the most is your happiness, you do not necessarily need to have kids in order to make your parents proud honey. Only you matter to me."

Hubby Nanami is always there for you. Whether you need a shoulder to lean on, someone to listen to your shitty week or brighten up your day. He lets you know he is keenly listening to you by softly squeezing your upper thigh, caressing your hand or even sometimes acknowledges what you say with "hmm, I'm all ears babe"

Hubby Nanami loves to spoil his pretty woman. This goes without saying but it is necessary to mention it. There is no way you are going to pay for dinner, clothes or even if it is your idea to check out a new place, he won’t let you pay for it. Yes, you are an independent woman and your man always told you to rely on yourself but it also feels good to be cherished this way by the one you love right.

Hubby Nanami is the big spoon that night. He hugs you quite right from behind and holds your left hand until morning comes. The next morning, you feel much better after a much needed weeping session. The other side of the bed is already empty. You get up from the bed, freshen up a little, put on some clothes and head towards the kitchen. He is not home, you tell yourself. He left a note on the fridge that says " Good morning my sunshine, I Hope you feel better this morning. I went to the store and I'll be back in a few. Tonight, we're going out so please make sure you're ready by 7pm."

Hubby Nanami got back home around 12 pm and you both ate some takeaway food. Your hubby made lemon poppy seed madeleines for today's snack. Tonight, you wear a satin bronze nude back dress adorned with some black strappy heels. You wear two bracelets on your left hand and some discreet jade earrings. For make up you only decide to brush your brows and get a lil’ rouge on your lips that is barely noticeable. Nanami is elegantly dressed as always with his signature tie, he is amazed each time you both go out one dates. He doesn’t cease to compliment his wife “You look absolutely splendid tonight darling, are you ready to leave?” You nod with your head yes and by 6:25 pm Nanami was driving you to the restaurant.

Hubby Nanami got a whole floor of this restaurant for both of you. There is a waiter that occasionally comes to check up on you if everything is fine, if you need anything else and leaves. Nanami has a keen eye on the way you eat. After all, he has to make sure his baby is eating well, right! Nanami tried his best not to jump on you when he saw you at home but he cannot help it any longer. When you leave for the washroom, he follows right after you. You don't really mind him, maybe he is going to empty his bladder too you think.

Hubby Nanami has quietly entered the washroom and the way he is eyeing you. Oh lord, you're in trouble. In a matter of seconds, you're melting under his touch. He lazily tous with your clit, pinches your nipples and languidly kisses you. After all, Nanami does know how to savor dessert, amirite 😉. Slowly, he starts pounding you against the bathroom stall, you're trying your best to keep quiet but can you like really!?

Hubby Nanami after finishing inside you likes to tell you this "It's still a public setting honey so please make sure you do not let my essence drip on the floor at all. I can also carry you if you cannot walk. If I see it drip, I am stuffing you again once we get back home okay honeysuckle" - Audacity level 1000 and counting 🫣

Needless to say that was only round one at the restaurant honey like some people say, these guys are a menace for a reason.

Fic 15 of pride series

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#jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk headcanons #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x black reader #black reader smut #black female reader #poc! reader #nanami smut #anime smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #kento nanami headcanons #kento nanami smut #female reader #smut #cancer men=chef's kiss

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rossithepixie · 6 months

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takes jjk polycule test and takes it twice and both results involve Gojo

One was satosugu and the other was nanago and yeah i guess it's predictable for me

#gojo is my constant #nanami isn't particularly my type even with what a kind man he is #and his dynamic with gojo might actually stress me out #unless i'm the mellowing factor #with suguru things are -chefs kiss- satosugu polycule is my happy place

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mimiriko · 7 months

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Nanami is suuuch a loyal knight. He absolutely owns it because why should he be ashamed he would bow and worship you till the end of time? Isn’t that what he’s made for? Any other way in life for him would be absurd. He is chained to you and regularly tightens his handcuffs lest you forget he’s there, three steps behind.

#Staying up late in the kitchens baking a midnight treat for you because he’s a knight plus a chef on the side #his dream retirement plan is live in a cottage next to you and hand pick fruits to share with you on the dining table #His homemade bread recipe has you on the FLOOR #🫧#nanami x reader

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delirious-donna · 3 months

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Despite back to back meetings (of the intense variety) this morning I have managed to outline the next chapter of the YBFB Nanami series.

It’s gonna be a long one given everything I want to cover. Thanks to @pseudowho for being an amazing sounding board and helping me bounce ideas around until I got exactly what I wanted! <3

#whispers into the void #you might have noticed my girl crush (platonically) on Haitch lately #please give her a follow if you love Nanami as much as we do because her writing is *chef’s kiss*#ybfb nanami

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xleepyzs · 4 months

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UGHHUSHSHSH JUST THINKING ABOUT OBSESSED! NANAMI👰🏽‍♀️👰🏽‍♀️👰🏽‍♀️😩

Kento had always been inclined to the idea of having a quiet life; a nice job, a few friends, enough money to retire at an early age. Maybe at some point settle down, get married, have kids. A predictable life. Peaceful. Normal.

But no, you had to show up and turn everything upside down.

It's not like he's mad about it, no, Kento would never get mad at you, but the truth is, meeting you wasn't something he was prepared for.

The new intern, at least ten years younger than him, still studying at college. At first, Kento swore his obsession for you was just a small crush. Defending his actions to nobody but himself, assuring himself that his excessive staring was fine, occasionally greeting you, sometimes even daring to ask you how your day was going. Quickly starting to develop an extreme and delusional obsession with you. You feel it too, don't you? We are meant to be together. Doubting himself anytime he thought of complimenting you on his way out of the office. Wanting to ask you for your social media, even if he had already found them. Knowing that he's probably not your type —you only date fools who don't deserve you, yet he's sure that he will be the one to change that.

One day you go into work with your favorite drink and food (from your favorite café) and “I love you” sticky notes all over your desk. 😍😍

No because he's a perv in denial, he'd NEVER admit it but he'll probably know what cologne/perfume, you're wearing right now and he always guesses right (it might be because he's stalking you, but he swears it's for a project, TRUSST)

He's also a D-rider/glazer for you, like if you caught stealing or something, he'd be like your personal lawyer, defending you till he DIES.

As soon his obsession worsens, he'd break just one or two silly crimes... like stalking you or breaking entering... Just to steal your stuff for his shrine he made in his apartment/house.

Bro's literally the nastiest whenever his obsession worsens, I think he'd go far as sniffing your used panties/boxers that he found in your laundry basket.

But besides his nasty side of his. He's capable of holding back his demons. He's a gentleman, he'll open the door for you, buy your food, and etc. Overall, he's a gentleman, but also a cunning man who is not afraid to break two or more crimes to get closer to you.. :((

#☕️ : xleepy talks #obsessed Nanami is just *chefs kiss*#jjk #nanami kento

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neutronstarchild · 2 years

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Chef’s Table: a Kamisama Kiss story Ch4/4: Nanami. is online!

Summary: As Nanami makes her dinner for the night, she thinks back on the sushi dinner she had a week ago, and how entirely unfair it all was.

My dearest @ruddcatha!!! We have done it! We bring you a complete KH story for your birthday! It was so much fun stretching my brain to write outside of my wheelhouse, and I hope you like the conclusion to the story of Tomoe the Sushi Chef! It was an absolute ball writing it for you my dear.

#kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss fanfiction #tomoe x nanami #happy birthday rudd!#chef's table #complete fic

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kentokrazy · 7 months

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It’s the anon who sent you the chef!nanami ask lol, but totally do a second part! :D I would love to see his reaction after eve thing happened lol

Or even just some chef!nanami and restaurantstaff!jjk with reader

Keep up the awesome work c:

a/n: if people want more of this (even one or two, honestly) i would loooove to write more. but here is a part two of chef!nanami. this is deffo a slow burn and i'm not sorry

warnings: alluding to disordered eating, satosugu, swearing, poorly written, not proofread

part two to this

6 months

when the snow begins to fall that's when she realizes how much time has passed.

it was a reckless decision to pack up and study in japan. she didn't know the language, didn't know the program and certainly didn't know the difficulties that would come with such a stupid choice.

for almost four months she was isolated. she didn't have any friends, went straight from school to home and repeat.

it was one day that changed everything.

on a rainy day she was tucked in the corner of a small cafe not too far from her dorm. scribbling away in her textbook when the chair on the other end of the table was abruptly pulled out.

her unwelcome guest had a sucker between his teeth and glasses perched on his nose. tussled fluffy white hair almost covered his abnormally bright blue eyes. he leaned on his knuckles and gave her a wide toothy smile.

"yo," he had greeted her.

she furrowed her eyebrows.

behind him another man joined them. "satoru," he chastised. his words were jumbled at the time, speaking too fast for her to understand and in her faded memory she wouldn't be able to remember what he said.

it was there that satoru had (in a mix of english and japanese) coaxed her into applying for the restaurant. he had claimed that they needed someone to speak with foreigners, wanted to open their doors and expand their customer base.

that was six months ago.

satoru made it known that it was six months ago.

because when she walked in the over grown expediter swooped in and yanked her to the pastry corner.

"look!" he cheered.

geto leaned against the metal table with his arms crossed. the cupcake had been plated with intended care. the fluffy frosted was decorated with caramel swirls atop the white cake. a candle had been pressed to the side of it an ornate 6 delicately placed on an angle.

gojo slung an arm over her shoulder and lightly brushed the dusted snow off her sweater.

"salted caramel, your favorite!" gojo enthuses. "it's been six months, aren't you excited?"

she's not sure she is excited.

it's been a week since the incident with nanami. to her surprise, gojo sent her home and gave her a few days off checking in every so often with a phone call and then leaving her be.

she wasn't sure she wanted to come back. she had already been the only foreigner in the restaurant and now she was the one to make nanami lose it in public. sure, he got stressed during their busy hours but he had never gone out onto the floor and bluntly kicked someone out like that.

she had a folded up resignation in her pocket.

"you don't seem excited," gojo says.

she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and looked away from the gleaming brown eyes staring her down. "it's nice,"

"nice," geto echos. "it's your favorite cupcake,"

"yeah, it's nice," she repeats.

gojo is pouting. she can't see it but she can feel it. he leans his weight into her shoulder and whines. "just nice," she closes her eyes and braces her. "do you know how long we-," geto clears his throat. "suguru worked to perfect this? how many hours i spent tasting-,"

"i don't need to know what you and geto do after hours," gojo gasps and she opens her eyes. "thank you," she finally concedes. geto still has his eyes on her and it's as if he can see directly through her. "i can't eat this right now,"

bingo. "why not," geto asks.

"i just ate,"

"you're working a night shift," geto says smoothly. he slides the cupcake towards her. "you'll need the sugar,"

"that's not how that works,"

"how do you think i stay so energetic," gojo hums.

geto ignores gojo. "just have a bite,"

"no thanks," she says. "can you wrap it up for me?"

geto's eyes narrow and she ducks away from gojo's touch. she has to be quick or gojo will catch her again. she weaves through the bustling staff and slides her hands in her pockets, fingers brushing over the folded note.

they've pinned her in a corner and they know it. the two of them somehow suspected her plans, figured it out within an instant and trapped her into staying.

god damn those holmes and moriarty motherfuckers.

"wait a second," she stops just towards the cooler and her blood runs cold. "i need to talk to you," she turns slowly and braces herself. chef nanami is adjusting the apron around his waist as he approaches her. his hair is brushed back smoothly and sleeves rolled up against his forearms. he stops at a respectable distance from her and they just stare at each other.

"yes chef?" she asks finally.

"last week, i lost my temper," he says calmly. "it was unprofessional of me to raise my voice at you," her heart is pounding. her ears are ringing and the apology catches the attention of riko, her fellow waitress. the girls eyes widen and she looks between the pair.

"oh," she forces out.

"it wasn't your fault that they were...," he thinks for a moment. "as obscene as they were,"

"thank you," she says, voice considerably more quiet.

"thank you for your hard work," he tips his head down and then as if he's changed his mind, he lowers his shoulders into a deep bow.

he walks back into the chaos and riko's jaw is dropped.

"did he just apologize?!" she almost shrieks.

#jjk #nanami kento #chef!nanami kento #satosugu #geto is the best pastry chef #gojo is a menace #justice for riko she's gonna be in my au #slow burn #jjk x reader

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abitnotgoodiebag · 4 months

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everything is just fine in this household

#k sims #nanamixgojoxgeto #iron chef is the only thing geto will watch #gojo is not allowed near the remote anymore #nanami for sure stole gojos glasses #yes I play walls down otherwise how do yall see the sims???

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tariah23 · 6 months

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happy anon from a bit ago! i just watched the newest episode and i want you to know the whole time i was like "wallahi not my boy" cause they had nanami really looking at his dead childhood bf and then his son like an anime mom who has minutes to live. oh im hurt; i need mahito's ass beat NAOWWW!

Idk how I missed this sorry lmfaooo

#I haven’t watched any episodes after the hidden inventory since i want to watch them for the first time with my sister but when I saw the #clips… 🚬#nanami….#sorry anon but mahito is so fun to me 😭#anime yuuji will be humiliating him SOON #remember when he was running away from him in the end… chefs kiss. he will be dealt with #I miss haibara….#the guy of all time…. I need to finish cleaning up the wheelchair haibara art I drew back during the summer….#anonymous #tkf replies

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flseur · 4 months

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꒰ 𐙚 it's so lonely in my mansion — jjk men ꒱

⟡ synopsis : you've always gotten whatever you've wanted, and it doesn't stop with the men you're interested in.

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, richgirl!reader, pool boy!gojo, private chef!suguru, ceo!nanami, age gap ( reader is in her early 20s, characters are in their mid 20s to early 30s ), fingering, missionary, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, doggy

౨ৎ note : first multi-chara fic in a bit ! it's a bit shorter than what i usually write i think bc i needed to do a bio and cogsci lectures right after but please enjoy ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

❥₊ ⊹ "o-oh fuck!" you moan out, your little frilly pink bathing suit was thrown somewhere haphazardly and your breasts press against the strong plains of satoru's bare chest.

you were staying at your parent's summer house in the hamptons, it's upkeep being done completely by the hired staff. but one member of them would always catch your attention.

snowy white hair with matching long lashes, bright cerulean eyes, and a body that's hard to take your mind off of.

satoru had recently been hired to take care your olympic-sized pool, and you certainly were not complaining at the free (not really free) show that came with him cleaning it.

every time you knew he was coming over to do some work, you'd be out sunbathing, doing pilates, or "homework" outside. and every time you'd ask him for help with something.

your sweet voice would call him over, pouty lips and big eyes stare up at him and ask him, ever so innocently, "satoruuu... can you help me with this?"

which led to where you were right now. after about 2 weeks of asking him for his help, you finally asked him if he could, "pretty please put sunscreen on my back?"

you were flipped over on your stomach, laying on a lounge chair with your skimpy pink bikini bottoms doing absolutely nothing to cover your ass and you swore you could hear him gulp loudly.

his large hands massaged the lotion into your back, getting lower and lower until he stopped right where the string of your bottoms were.

confused, you whip your head around to see why he stopped before turning back over to face him.

"fuck..." you heard him sigh under his breath before hastily pressing his lips onto yours. "you're such a fucking tease."

satoru wasted no time ripping your swimsuit off, one hand coming up to pinch one of your nipples while the other crept towards your aching heat.

his lithe fingers brush against your folds before his thumb finally presses on your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

satoru continues his ministrations on your pussy until he feels your hand wrap around his wrist, making him stop his movements. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced throughout his voice.

"no..." you mumble. "i just want you to fuck me now."

satoru lolls his head backwards and groans, "fuck, baby... you don't know what you do to me. don't know how long i've wanted to fuck you and this pretty pussy."

"then do it." you chide, getting impatient.

hurriedly, satoru removes his black board shorts, his cock springs free. the tip is flushed pink with precum leaking from it.

satoru's hands grab at the fat of your hips, pulling you down the lounge chair and making your ass flush against his his own hips.

you squirm against him, desperate for friction then whimpering when your clit bumps against the head of his dick.

"patient, princess." a small smirk pulls on his pink lips as he watches you pout up at him.

"put it in already." you groan, getting more and more impatient.

and though satoru does like how horny you are for him, he's almost sure that he's more turned on then you are. he swears he's never been this hard before.

he leans down, his arms caging you in as his cock sinks into you. "stop squeezing me... can hardly move." he moans.

"c-can't," you gasp, feeling him stretch your pussy. "you're s'big..."

your ears were ringing and stars blurred your vision, the way he was splitting you open was deliciously sinful.

satoru lets out a low moan before pulling out almost completely, only leaving the tip in before thrusting his full length in.

"oh my god!" you cry out, your manicured fingers wrap around his torso and dig into his pale skin.

his pace was relentless, the feeling of his thick cock dragging inside your walls and his tip continously pressing that gooey spot in you was overwhelming paired with his balls slapping against your ass.

you were on the brink of your orgasm, feeling the build-up in your tummy. "g'nna cum—" your sobs turn into near screams as you feel one of satoru's hands creep down and rub your puffy clit.

"cum for me. cum on my cock, god, baby please cum. c-can feel you squeezing me, oh fuck." he babbles, not entirely sure of what he was saying but he knew one thing, and it was that he was going to make sure he got to fuck you every chance he got before you left for school again.

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

❥₊ ⊹ though you have all the money you need to buy new purses, clothes, and sports cars, money simply could not buy you cooking skills. after countless of cooking classes for beginners (and dozens of burnt meals), your parents decided to hire a private chef for you. and that chef was suguru.

he was there to make whatever you wished for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which you appreciated but ever since he's come into your mansion, you've found yourself craving something... different.

and suguru could tell. each time you first came downstairs in the morning you were always in some silky pyjama set. dainty lace straps of the top would always be falling off of your shoulders where he'd see no bra strap causing his eyes to fall down to your breasts and he would see your pert nipples peeking through.

but this time, you had come downstairs in a tiny little pyjama dress that did not cover your ass at all. suguru had asked you what you wanted for breakfast and you mumbled "pancakes" quietly, still trying to wake up.

you brushed past him to open a top cupboard, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a cup, your dress moving upwards and showcasing your -- oh my god you weren't wearing any panties.

suguru held back a groan at the sight of your bare pussy before muttering a quiet "fuck it" and you felt his large hands grip your hips, flipping you around to face him before he urgently pressed his lips into yours.

soon enough, he has you bare with your ass sitting on the cold marble countertops. black tufts of hair tickle your inner thighs while your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure.

suguru licks a strip up your pussy, from your hole to your clit. then one of his hands creeps closer to your heat and a thick finger plunges into you causing you to moan out.

your hands grab at his hair, pulling at the roots and he moans against you. his fingers work wonders in you, each thrust calculated and precise. every press from the digits would hit that sweet spot that made your ears ring.

his mouth was the opposite of his fingers, wrapped around your clit slurping loudly and messily. his moans made you press his face deeper into your cunt, basically riding his face.

"cum on my face, pretty girl..." he looks up at you, alluring eyes looking at your own. "know you've been wanting to, i'll let you, baby.”

you let out a strangled cry and grind quicker against his face, clit bumping against his nose. your cries get higher in pitch until finally the dam breaks and you orgasm all over suguru's face yet he never once stops his ministrations. his mouth continues to work your clit and his fingers are still fucking into you.

you were about to be thrown into another mind-numbing orgasm, tears lining your eyes and you sobbed out in overstimulation until the high was ripped away from you.

"w-what?" you looked up at suguru, confused.

"this time, you're gonna cum on my cock instead," he says before you hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor.

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

❥₊ ⊹ he knew he had an important meeting. knew it was with your father, but here nanami is, balls deep in his competitors daughter, whispering about how much he loves you.

you were bent over his large desk, your head facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. cute little tweed skirt pushed above your hips and your gucci monogrammed fishnet tights had a hole ripped out from the crotch.

when kento had ripped the hole, you gasped, ready to give him an earful of how hard it was for you to get those but you were quickly cut off by feeling his thick cock split you open accompanied by his strained voice saying, "i'll just get you another pair... another dozen if i get to do this to you..."

his hands were grabbing at your ass, while his eyes watched it recoil with each thrust of his hips. your pussy was dragging him in deeper, squeezing him impossibly tighter, it took everything in kento to not cum early, he needed to make sure you came at least twice before he does.

the sinful noise of skin against skin, accompanied by hushed moans permeated the office. each thrust of his cock was deep and impactful, but the pace was still quick. as much as he would love to take his time with you, he can't today.

"love you, baby," he moans. "love you so much, g'nna marry you one day, i swear..." kento rolls his hips, the head of his length pressing that gooey spot in you.

you let out a mewl, freshly manicured nails gripping the mahogany wood of the desk. you fuck your hips back onto him, relishing in the sheer amount of pleasure your boyfriend was providing you.

wanting to see your face, nanami's strong arms reach around your torso and pulls you upward, your back arching. he has one strong hand against your jaw, making your head face him while his other hand slithers down to your sopping pussy.

"k-kiss me..." you struggle between moans. "please kiss me."

and kento obliges. he presses his lips to yours as his hand begins to rub hurried circles to your puffy clit, making you moan into his mouth.

the drag of his thick cock paired with the stimulation of your clit was addicting, you pull apart from the kiss and your eyes roll to the back of your head. kento was overwhelming your senses, he was everywhere you needed him and everywhere you wanted him.

as your impending orgasm catches up to you, your hand grips the wrist of the hand playing with your pussy, the blunt of your nails dig into the skin.

"i-i'm cumming!" you sob, cunt sucking his cock in deeper and coating it as well as his wrist in your arousal. "love you s'much kento!" words slurring, still riding out your orgasm.

"one more time, princess... need you to cum one more time." he groans in your ear, moving downwards to press open-mouth kisses to your neck. his cock still bullying your insides while his lithe fingers rub your little clit relentlessly.

"y-yes!" you gasp, chest heaving.

"that's it... cum for me..." he coos.

as you come down from your second high, your ears ring but as soon as you come to, you realize the ringing wasn't from them. but instead it was from your phone.

[ (1) MISSED CALL FROM : DAD ]

dad: Y/N.

dad: Where the hell are you?!

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