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danzohater · 11 hours
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i actually cannot with the leaks this morning. miguel saying 'first of all, he definitely went to hell' in response to someone saying geto is in heaven. like please that is hilarious... miguel the man you are
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irafook · 6 months
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bodega-catto · 1 month
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This is the true definition of yearning you guys could never understand
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hakkikun · 2 years
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Chibi Geto! ⸜ (。˃ ᵕ ˂) ⸝
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krankittoeleven · 3 months
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we're the strongest.
Emily Brontë Wuthering Heights // Jujutsu Kaisen S2E5 Premature Death // Jujutsu Kaisen CH221 Gain & Loss // Anonymous // Philip Pullman The Amber Spyglass // Jujutsu Kaisen S2E3 Hidden Inventory 3
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thejessc0de · 10 months
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grief
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zeke-best · 10 months
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No one is doing it like him
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soniatera · 1 year
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Inumaki Toge  •  Jujutsu Kaisen 0
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softcaesar · 1 year
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WE SHOULDN'T — NANAMI KENTO part two (contains smut)
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context : one bed, two friends…? surely friends sleep in the same bed, right…? wait… why was he pressing into you?!
pairing : nanami kento x f!reader
content and warnings : very OOC nanami, no curses + college au, SMUT, dry humping, slight grinding, masturbation, somnophilia, dubcon(?)
!! please read part one first !!
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You wake up a total of three times over the course of your sleep in Nanami Kento’s dorm room.
The first time, you stir awake with a sudden shudder. The temperature of Kento's room has grown so frigid, and the skin of your arms is covered with goose flesh. You shiver again and huddle into a ball. You have no way of knowing how much time had elapsed, but you get the sense it wasn’t any longer than fifteen minutes.
“Kento?” you call out, rubbing your eyes. His desk appears abandoned, and the lampshade had been turned off. Where was he? The shuffling of slippers grabs your attention, and you crane your head to look for the source. Kento stands in the small kitchenette outside his room, preparing a coffee. The kettle is boiling. His profile is turned slightly, so you could see the gentle frown of concentration on his face while he fiddles with the coffee tin.
He was so beautiful. How had you spent so many months sitting behind him in Ecology, or across from him in the library, without coming to realize just how ethereally alluring he is? You’re so cold, even with the heavy blanket over you. You huddle up and shiver again, your eyes about to drift closed again until you hear a small sound from Kento. He’s humming. It’s so faint that you can barely hear, but the humming grows a little louder as Kento seems to get more comfortable with the tune. You don’t recognize it at all, but his voice is a subtle, lush baritone. Smiling to yourself, you let the sound of Kento’s gentle voice carry you back to sleep.
The second time you wake up from your sleep, your consciousness is muddled; you’d clearly been asleep for much longer this time. You feel a gentle pressure in your palms, and when your eyes flutter open, you’re looking straight at Kento standing beside the bed as he stares at you. He removes his hand from your palm.
He carefully removes a stray hair caught between your lips. “Sorry to wake you,” he says, holding red blanket in his arms. “You’re shivering.”
You groan softly. His hands are a stark contrast to your frigid ones, which almost tingle with the heat radiating from his skin. You’re so cold, and he’s so warm. In your reduced state of consciousness, it’s all you can think about.
“I don't have any spare blankets but Yu does.” Kento says. You don’t object as he places it over you. With his help, you tuck yourself under the covers, too sleepy to care about how weird it the situation was. Altogether, the sheets smelled clean and feel warm.
“What's the time?” you mumble.
“It's 2 in the morning,” he says, and before you could say anything, he interjects, “I’ll sleep under the kotatsu.”
Your eyes still feel heavy, and you can’t keep them open. “You don’t have to; I can make room.”
He stares at you.
“I’m serious.” You grasp for his warm hand and pull it weakly toward you.
He stays quiet.
You’re too tired to say anything; you just scoot your body closer to the wall. Kento debates for a minute before finally giving in. He climbs on the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight, and pulls the covers on top of him. His body heat radiates under the comforter, and you lean closer to him against your better judgment.
Ahh, heat. You turn on your side and settle in once more, but not before glancing at Kento. He lays on his back, as close to the edge of the mattress as possible. He’s staring up at the ceiling, his expression somehow neutral and alert at the same time. You feel your synapses shutter and eventually fall asleep.
The third time you wake up, you’re not cold at all anymore. In fact, you’re quite hot.
It doesn’t take long before you realize the source of the heat. Kento is no longer curled up at the opposite edge of the mattress. Instead, he’s pressed up against you now. His arm is draped over your chest, and his breath is hot on your neck.
You whisper his name in surprise, but he doesn’t move. He’s fast asleep, you realize. His skin is sweltering against yours, and although the covers have been cast off during your sleep, you’re now almost too hot. Though not uncomfortably so. You attempt to shift away from under his arm and toward the wall. You want to avoid any awkwardness when he wakes up. But your movement stirs him anyway. He immediately reaches back out for you, his hand grasping your waist. He hugs your body, his whole torso flush against your side.
No. No. You gasp at the sensation of his groin against your backside. You’re definitely awake now. But he’s not. A thin sheen of sweat coats the small of your back. He grips onto your waist like a vice, strong and sure, despite that he’s asleep. You couldn’t move away if you tried.
Kento’s lips part and a breathy sigh escapes him. You’re terrified of waking him up, of the humiliation that would ensue from both parties if he opens his eyes to this. So, you attempt once more to shift your hips away from his.
He grasps you again and brings his pelvis back against yours, clinging to you like you’re his life support. He’s hard, you realize. His sweatpants do nothing to mask it. You can feel all of him pressed between your thighs.      
You exhale shakily. That didn’t work at all. What now?
If you really wanted to move, you still could pry his fingers from your waist and roll away. But the jostling of the bed would surely wake him up.
And you don’t want to move. Kento’s hot breath fanning out over your chest, his body against yours. It’s doing more to your own body than you’re willing to admit. But you can’t admit that. You resolve to push him off and not let this go any farther.
Until he moves again, grinding against you ever so softly. Another low, involuntary moan comes from his throat. At the end of his breath, you hear a simple word from his lips.
“(name)…”
It’s so quiet, you think at first you imagined it. But it happens again. The gentle buck of his hips, followed by your name in a low moan. A tremor of heat overtakes your stomach, right down to your core.
It’s about you.
The idea of his name on your lips like this felt so intimate, so sensual, and paired with the carnal bucking of his hips, his large erection rock-solid between your thighs. Wetness pools at your entrance. Each time he moves, his cock seems to rub against it. There’s a low ache deep inside of you that you haven’t felt in a while.
Fuuuuuck.
Despite your better judgment, you arch your back and press into Kento’s hips – a small movement – just once. He responds with a low growl that you can feel reverberating in his chest against your back. His cock twitches. Your breath rushes in with a sharp inhale. Sweat beads on your forehead. You’ve never felt this hot before in your life. But it’s wrong. You shouldn’t move. You should stop Kento before it goes on any longer. He’s asleep, and he’s your classmate, or friend, or whatever. This shouldn't be happening. Classmates or friends don't dry hump each other.
No, this is real, and it’s happening now.
And if you make him stop, he’ll wake up to find himself grinding against your ass. There’s no way you could pretend to have slept through it. He’ll be humiliated. And things will never be the same again.
You gasp again when Kento thrusts against you harder this time. The bulge in his pants literally pulsing and radiating a moist heat. Your body screams at you to press harder against him, aching for friction. But your mind screams at you not to move a muscle. You are so frustrated in so many different ways that you sigh out a high-pitched moan. He seems to hear it in his unconscious state.
Kento groans. It feels strange to not say anything back, but you have to be quiet. Every contact point between your body and his feels like an explosion of desire and tension. Your shirt has ridden up your waist, revealing a small sliver of skin. His fingers find it and dig into the softness of your belly, seeming to try to pull you even closer. Your own fingers yearn to move as well, to travel down your tummy and under the hem of your pajama pants.
No. Do not go there.
Kento’s ministrations seem to intensify. His breaths become shallow and rapid, a low moan on nearly every exhale. His hips thrust deeper and longer. You have absolutely no idea what to do. As much as your body betrays you, your mind is on high alert. What’s going to happen when Kento finally wakes himself up from this wet dream, his crotch inevitably sticky?
It can’t happen. You have to wake him up.
Kento buries his face in the nook between your neck and your shoulder. A shuddering moan comes from his throat. You need to wake him up now. You pinch the skin of his forearm – hard.
Kento gasps a huge intake of air, his body jolting awake. You lie motionless and close your eyes, feigning sleep. He props himself up to a sitting position, panting. The sudden loss of body heat, replaced by a rush of cool air against your sweaty skin, is jarring and miserable.
“Fuck, fuck,” he curses between gasps. You don’t need to look at him to know he’s uncomfortably, undeniably aroused.
As are you.
You continue to breathe in a slow, rhythmic pattern. Kento spends a few minutes trying to calm his heaving pants, as you try to ignore the pulsing ache in your core. Slowly, as to keep from waking you, Kento rolls out of bed and crosses to the door. It creaks open, and then closed. And then you’re alone.
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tunamayojazz · 2 years
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time’s up 
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galaxynajma · 8 months
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This is what jjk0 feels like sometimes
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weetlebeetle · 2 months
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JJK0 hair jump scare
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ellionwrites · 2 months
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Okay but can we talk about how Yuta has had the biggest glow up??
He started off more scared and uncertain than any other Jujutsu High student.
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He was SWEATING. He was SHAKING.
And now he’s dropping Kenjaku and jumping into a fight with SUKUNA with this absolutely cold blooded “Sorry I’m late” line??
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This kid has ice in his veins. He’s him.
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bodega-catto · 2 months
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hakkikun · 2 years
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#whatacutecultleader :)
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aurelaac · 8 months
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Papa Suguru 💕
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