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h4ndwr1tten · 10 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?

characters — nanami kento x reader

note — this took me a long ass time to write. if it seems familiar to any other works, i requested something with the same plot on someone else's blog lololol. THIS IS PART 1 AS IT'S A LITTLE LENGTHY!!! dividers by benkeibear.

(am i posting this on nanami's birthday? yes.)

cw — not proof read, established relationship, kinda ooc nanami? like one mention of sex, pregnancy, strong language, arguing, crying, accusations of cheating, hurt/no comfort.

synopsis — the test results are positive and you aren't ready. when you try to hide this from your boyfriend of 5 years, he assumes the worst.

part 1 | part 2

this wasn't supposed to happen. it shouldn't have happened. you both took every precaution possible to prevent an outcome neither of you were prepared for — from condoms, to birth control, to plan b. it had kept you safe for as long as you started having sex. you never found yourself worried about carrying a life in you for 9 months.

so why now does the test read positive?

it felt like the world stopped moving. you didn't even know if you were still breathing. your heart had fallen into the pit of your stomach, your eyes wide and full of disbelief. you couldn't believe it. it couldn't have been correct. the 99% accurate claim on the kit had to be lying. there was no way it could've been true.

it took some time, but you were able to tear your gaze away from the test. you looked up to the ceiling, blinking away the hot tears you could feel building up. you took a few deep breaths and tried to swallow down the lump in your throat, your fingers trembling around the test.

you've thought about having kids before. you did want them, just not now. you were unprepared for this. how do you raise a kid when you aren't ready, when you aren't even married?

then it hit you — nanami's involved in this too.

the realization made you feel 10x worse. if you weren't ready for a child, you could only imagine how he would feel about this. his life was going so well right now. he was happy with his career and his salary, he was content with the apartment you both shared, and he was even more happy to be with you. he had his whole life and future planned out. he knew when he would retire and even what he'll do in life after he retires. nanami saw you in his future, you were always there when he would think of it. but would you still be there if he found out you were currently pregnant with his child?

you two had never fully talked about having kids together. you both were confident that you would spend the rest of your lives together. you've discussed marriage, homes, and briefly, kids. it was never a deep conversation — you only ever talked about having them and how many there would be. but never about having them earlier than expected.

gosh, you felt like shit. utter, absolute shit. you felt even worse for nanami. you felt like you were going to ruin his life plans. you felt like this would be the downfall of your relationship. and if it was, who knew if you would ever recover.

your phone buzzed with a notification, pulling you back to reality. you didn't realize tears had fallen until one slipped from your chin and landed on the hand gripping the test. you stood from where you sat on the closed toilet and checked your phone. it was a text from nanami.

i'll be home soon, my love. do you want me to bring anything home?

he was so caring. always considering you, always putting you first. you couldn't help but feel even more guilty.

hi ken. could you get some takeout pls? i'm sorry, i'm not in the mood to be cooking rn.

of course. want anything specific? are you feeling alright?

i'm fine. you can choose tonight :)

alright then. i'll be home soon, i love you ❤️

i love you too 💕

you shut your phone off and placed it back on the counter, screen facing down. you felt horrible — he was always thinking of your needs before his. would this end now that your carrying his child? certainly he wouldn't want to have to worry about another person in his life at the moment. you wouldn't want him to worry.

you stood from the toilet seat, about to leave the restroom when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. your face was bright pink and red, your eyes also red but not super puffy and swollen. some people might think it was allergies, but not nanami. nanami wasn't some people — he knew you better than anyone, perhaps even yourself. he could see right through you, read you like a book. you began to worry what he would say if the pigment in your face didn't fade in time, if he would ask if you had been crying.

what would you say if he did ask? he knows you so well, it's nearly impossible to lie to the man. you could say you were rewatching your favorite show and got emotional, or reading another chapter or more of the book he bought you the other day. but nanami isn't dumb. he would catch on before you could even finish your excuse, he'd know something's up.

you sighed, inhaling and exhaling deeply. you didn't know how this was going to play out. you didn't know how to act or what to say to nanami when he came home. you were just hoping for the best.

the lock on the door clicked once, twice, and then the door opened. you had been in your shared bedroom, watching some corny rom-com to ease your mind. you had hidden any evidence of the pregnancy test. you threw away the box and instructions, then threw out the trash bag you tossed them in. you kept the test, however, and hid it in your purse that was now laying on your bed. nanami wasn't one to snoop. if he wanted to check something of yours, he would ask permission. and if you didn't grant it, he would respect your boundaries like he always does.

"my love?" you heard nanami's voice echo throughout the apartment. normally, you would've been waiting by the door for him and greeted him excitedly, but for obvious reasons, you weren't.

leaving the bedroom and walking to nanami, who was walking in the hallway and you assumed he was looking for you, you gave him a small smile.

"hi ken," you said quietly, wrapping your arms around his waist instead of his neck where you usually do. you stood up on your toes to reach his lips, kissing them gently and not for long. when you pulled back, nanami leaned down for another, a longer one. were you ever going to get these kisses again if he found out you were carrying his child?

for real this time, you both pulled away. you still smiled softly up at nanami, but he was observing you closely, worry swimming in his honey brown eyes.

three things were running through his mind right now: why were your cheeks and eyes tinted a bright red, as if you had been crying? why didn't you seem as eager to see him after work like usual, wrap your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, and kiss him for more than a second? something was wrong. did he do something? did you know what food he bought and were you not pleased by it? were you feeling sick?

"ken?" you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. "are you alright?"

"are you alright?" he returned, worry still plastered throughout his face.

you then looked confused, though you weren't, slowly nodding your head, "yeah... why?"

nanami stayed quiet for a second. maybe you were just tired, maybe he was overthinking this. but that idea didn't sit right with him. it was like his gut was telling him that something was up with you. but he didn't know what.

not wanting to push you, he answered, "nothing. i missed you though. let's go eat?"

throughout dinner, nanami noticed how quiet you were. if it were any other day, you would have been telling him about your day, the latest gossip, about the episode you watched or the chapter you read. you were barely even touching your food too. you occasionally took small bites, but most of the time, you were just poking it with your fork.

while he was putting the dishes away, you grabbed yourself a glass of water. that's when nanami asked you, "love, are you sure you're alright?"

"yeah, i'm fine. why do you ask that?" you replied unsurely, looking down at your water.

"i'm sorry. you just seem... off." nanami washed his hands, looking you up and down carefully.

that was another strange thing he noticed. you hadn't looked in his eyes when you told him you were fine. you always make eye contact with him. you're never afraid to and you're not one to break it so quickly, much less avoid it.

he was beginning to question whether you were really fine.

you had just finished getting ready for bed, teeth and hair brushed, skin care routine done. nanami had finished getting ready before you, so he was waiting for you by the bed. but instead of reading a book or even scrolling through his phone, his eyes were glued to you in worry. you could tell he was becoming suspicious of you, and you wished you hadn't made your troubles so obvious. your head was beginning to ache and you were desperately hoping that nanami wouldn't ask any questions.

those hopes were left unsatisfied.

"my love, are you sure you're okay?" nanami asked for what felt like the hundredth time today.

you sighed deeply. "yes, kento, i'm fine," emphasizing the fine. "my head just hurts right now. have you seen the tylenol?" you added, hoping that it would be enough to stop his questioning.

"no, do you want me to check your bag?"

you felt stupid for having kept an small extra bottle of tylenol in your bag. nanami reached over to your side of the bed, grabbing your purse. he had pulled the zipper open when you realized what was about to happen.

"no!" you yelped, practically sprinting to the bed and snatching the bag away from him. you checked to see if the bag had been open enough to see the test, which it hadn't, and some relief washed over you. but then you realized how much worse you had made your current situation with nanami.

fuck. i fucked up. i'm fucked.

nanami's brows were furrowed together, his face painted with a mix of frustration, confusion, and concern. he looked you up and down over and over again, gaze switching from you to your bag repeatedly.

"okay, y/n, seriously. what the hell is going on with you? first, i come home and you don't seem as excited as you tend to be. then your face is all red like you had been crying. then you—you barely talk to me, hell, even look at me throughout dinner! you touched your food like, what, 5 times? and then when i try to look through your bag to help you, you panic and snatch it away from me?"

kento's ramble had you silent. you didn't know how what to say, what stupid excuse you could use, how to explain your behavior. you only avoided his gaze and stared down at your bag. the thick, suffocating silence lasted for a moment longer, then nanami finally spoke again.

"y/n, are you..."

he paused and took a deep breath, as if to prepare himself for what he was about to say.

"are you cheating on me, y/n...?"

you were dumbfounded. in absolute, utter shock. how could nanami, the person who you believed to have the most trust in you, think that you would be unfaithful to him? yes, you realized how skeptical your behavior was. but for him to come to the assumption that you'd cheat on him? it stung a little—a lot, actually.

"what? no... no, of course not, kento! how could you say that?" you retorted, finally looking him in the eyes.

"gee, i don't know, maybe 'cause you can barely even look at me and you're very obviously hiding something!" his voice raising more with each word spoken.

you had no argument to counter what he had just laid out to you because he was right. you couldn't look at him for more than 5 seconds and you were hiding something. you eyed the floor beneath you, opening and shutting your mouth as you tried to think of something to say. nothing ever came out though.

a heavy sigh cut through your thoughts. you looked up from the floor and saw nanami shaking his head, running his hand down his face. he was so disappointed, you could feel his hurt radiating off of him.

"i'm going to sleep," he muttered, reaching for the lamp and dimming it. lying down, nanami shuffled into a more comfortable position, facing away from your side of the bed, and pulling the covers up to his shoulders.

"ken—"

"night, y/n."

you didn't know what you were going to say anyways. tears slid down your cheeks and the least you could do for nanami was keep quiet and let him rest. you realized that you wanted to apologize. apologize for the way you had been behaving towards him this entire evening, for making him doubt your faithfulness to him.

you slid into bed next to him, facing away from him as well. your body shook with the sobs you fought hard to keep in, nose stuffy and pillow quickly becoming soaked. you thought that the positive pregnancy test would have been the downfall of this relationship—now you wonder, will this argument turn these past 5 years into a mere memory?

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greycaelum · 1 year

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Hello,how are u?

I've been a fan of your writing for a while now,and im really in need of some comfort

If you can,could u pls write a oneshot gojo x fem!reader where reader is also a sorcerer and one year younger than gojo and they've been friends for so long,and one day reader's mother talks about her marrying someone she doesnt like (her mother tells it from kindness) and it messes reader up to the point of panic attack and crying?and she calls satoru so he could help her calm down?

(you decide whether reader and gojo are in a secret relationship or not.)

Im in need of comfort rn and i would love to see ur writing on this matter

Kaleidoscope Series—Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters: {Pacify Her}

—Gojo Satoru X Sorcerer Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"Dear..." Your mother's voice called you, and her eyes held you in softness.

"Why didn't you ask me, first Mother?" Your heart felt as if it was made of sand collapsing as you realise the betrayal.

"Because we know this will be your reaction. You work tirelessly, barely coming home. I simply wish for someone to care for you. Someone who will look out and care for you."

"I could take care of myself." Your eyes watered. Why? Why are you deciding on my life without my opinion?

𑁍 Genre: angst to comfort, traditional arrange marriage

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (2k)— spoilers for anime only! mentions of teen years & Hidden Inventory Arc, arrange marriage, secret relationship— use of endearments (baby and sweetheart), crying, locking self in the closet, implied panic

𑁍 A/N: Hi sweetheart, work has been keeping me, I'm sorry that this one took a while even though I tried to do it as soon as possible, I hope everything will get better soon and this one helps to comfort you. Sending you a very tight hug! —Grey,

He's obnoxious.

Gojo Satoru in his teens is a menace. One that crawls up on you every time he spots your shadow to pull your hair and poke fun at you.

You've known the man since your first year in college. Nanami often looks at you in worry and helplessness whenever Gojo Satoru comes over to tease you. Haibara looks up to him and would often join in the fun, unbeknownst of your irritation.

Good old day, you've come to treasure deep in your heart. When everything was easier. When life seems to be lighter.

You came from a fairly influential sorcerer clan. Prized for your reversed curse technique that paved your way in the jujutsu society in the less physical struggle over brutal means. But that didn't spare you from stomaching the horrendous scenes curses can inflict. Haibara was the catalyst of your life's turning point.

Everyone started falling out. You see your raven-haired senior left without a goodbye, leaving nothing but the biggest tragedy in your generation. Nanami left as well, unable to take the bullshit of the people behind the power sacrificing the lesser ones as pawns to maintain their status and influence. And Satoru...

"Are you leaving?"

On a cold night, he found you staring at the stars under the tree nearby the training grounds. A bag strapped on your back, and normal clothes you'd wear for your day off. You could see exhaustion brimming around him even though he was in the shadows.

"Everything is in shambles." You sighed, tucking your chin on your knees. "Are youleaving?" You watch him slip his hands into the pockets of his pants and look up at the sky.

You watch your senior's face, he looks so young as you trace his jaws to the softness of his cheeks, the faint glimmer in his ocean eyes from the slit of his sunglasses holds the weariness he has to suppress for so long, slipping through the night.

You have to think again that this man is just a year older than you, still, a teenager in adolescence that is forced to play soldier. Gojo Satoru has become so distant you can barely recognize the youth despite the pretty face he has.

"I can't." He answered after a long time.

And you just know the indifference of that answer. The feeling of being unable to walk away despite wanting to.

"Thought so. Guess we have a long time annoying each other, senpai." You chuckled and stood up, dusting yourself and turning in the direction of the dorm you started walking.

A force collided against your back and your ears are being rubbed until you squirm and glare at the perpetrator.

"Uh-huh? Looking forward to that brat." He just grinned and ruffled your hair.

You can't pinpoint it anymore. Was it when you covered him with your overcoat so he could just hide and swallow his exhaustion as you sit beside him, holding his hands inside his Infinity? Or was it when he started finding you every day, dragging you with him and Shoko? Or was it when he took your hand and your heart felt at peace amid the chaos?

"I'm tireddddddd~" Satoru let out a long sigh and rub his face against your back while his long arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you perched on his thighs.

"Satoru, there are people outside!" You tried squirming away, even pinching the man off of you but to no avail. He's latched unto you like a leech. It's so embarrassing to be caught like this, the only ones who knew are Ijichi, Shoko, and Principal Yaga. Other than that, you're viewed as Satoru's favorite kouhai. Unbeknownst to them, you and this menace have been going out since you were 19.

"Who cares?" He pulled down his blindfold and batted those pretty lashes. Satoru blew you a kiss and giggled at your sour expression. "How could you be so cute? Just like me." He coos at you.

You turned away huffing with your arms crossed over your chest and let yourself be cradled into your beau's arms.

"I have to go to the ancestral house later, my Mom asked me to come. Just reheat the food I left in the fridge and don't stay up late."

Satoru nodded and shifted you to the side, tucking your head underneath his chin.

"Should I pick you up?" Satoru quietly asked, even though he already knows the answer.

"No, they'll get suspicious." You bit your lip. "I'm sorry..."

It's been years and yet your relationship is kept behind the curtains. Satoru has never thought he'd be one to be kept a secret, but after your persuasions even though he badly wants to drive off the men lurking around you whenever they think you're single. Risking your safety to prove your relationship is not enough, he agreed this is for the best.

"Nothin' for you to be sorry for sweetheart." Satoru kissed the top of your head. "Just call me when you're done then I won't worry much."

Being brought up in a more dynamic and liberated childhood, growing up, you know you had it easier than other sorcerers. Your clan may not be part of the elites, but it is an established and recognized clan that is important to the jujutsu society for the special ability of reversed curse technique.

"Mother," you called the regal woman talking with your distant relative.

"Dear, we've been waiting for you. How about you changed into comfortable clothes first then look for us in the study?" She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

You did as you were told, changing into a furisode prepared for you and led down to the study. When you opened the door you found your grandmother, and mother waiting inside. Seeing the stern look on your grandmother's face you suddenly felt the pressing matter this talk is about to make. Your heart pounded and anxiousness started filling you up as you took a seat across from your mother.

"It's the time for you to get married Y/n. Do you like any man right now?"

"G-Grandmother?" You stuttered and look at the straight-faced woman in disbelief. Her eyes held nothing but seriousness. It's as if he could slice through anything with her gaze.

"You've never brought a man home, I'm afraid you'll be a spinster if I do not intervene. The son of the Chiba Clan is a proper and respectable man. He can provide for you and keep you safe." There's finality in her voice that has no room for your reason. When you look at those eyes, you see your Grandmother has already finished everything before you could speak anything about this matter. "Life is short, in this world we're moving. Don't waste that time being all alone." Your Grandmother stood up and pat your shoulder, she quietly left the study leaving you and your mother.

"Dear..." Your mother's voice called you, and her eyes held you in softness.

"Why didn't you ask me, first Mother?" Your heart felt as if it was made of sand collapsing as you realise the betrayal. You never want to be angry at her. You know she loves you and looks out for the best of your interest. But this one simply breaks your heart.

"Because we know this will be your reaction. You work tirelessly, barely coming home. I simply wish for someone to care for you. Someone who will look out and care for you."

"I could take care of myself." Your eyes watered. Why? Why are you deciding on my life without my opinion?

Your mother looks at you, and sadness clouds in her eyes. "I'm very sorry, but please try. You give yourself away too much in your work, is it so bad to wish that you have someone stay by your side?"

"No mother. But I—" Satoru's face flashed in your mind. Really, you were just scared to be used out of political means so you hid your relationship. You knew it was unfair to Satoru who loved you regardless of anything but he never asked you to go against your principles just to give in his wishes. He has always valued you more than anyone's opinion. "—I will never any man besides the one I chose."

Your tears threatening to spill. But you kept it in. And walk out of the door despite your mother's call. You ran to your room, having a hard time keeping yourself focused from the trembling of your hand.

You shut your door and ran to the closet, squeezing yourself inside the large and dark wooden wardrobe. With shaking hands, you held your phone and ran through your call logs. Every ring you feel your heart hammer against the cages of your chest, your feet getting cold despite the socks. Static ringing through your ears.

"Baby? You coming home?" Satoru's groggy voice, answered.

A sense of relief flooded you as you listen to the faint shuffling in the background. You wanted to cry, but you bit your lips so you could hear his breathing.

"Sweetheart? Somethin' wrong?"

"'T-Toru," you hiccuped, angry at yourself for sobbing hard.

"Why are you crying? Where are you?" Worry filled in his voice. "I'm coming to get you." You heard hurried footsteps and the slight panic in his voice.

"Baby? Are you there? Don't hang up alright?"

"Toru, 'T-Toru, Toru," you chanted in desperate sobs, grounding yourself in his name despite the darkness you're in.

"Yes Baby, I'm here. On my way to fetch you. Calm down alright. I'm here."

You shut your eyes close. Wishing the next second you open it Satoru is in front of you. But every second that ticks, the colder your palm gets, the harder your heart pounds, dreading the mere idea of marrying a stranger you barely know. Your throat is constricted, and your chest heaves out the intangible pain seeping into your heart.

To give up Satoru? Not a chance.

"Open up baby," the call turned off and a knock bumped your wardrobe. "We're going home, sweetheart." You could hear the panting that the person is trying hard to mellow down and calm his voice.

The door opened and Satoru squatted down. His clothes are disheveled from the hurry. Your bleary eyes locked on him and you saw his shoulders slacken, but they immediately squared up as he beckon you out of the closet.

"C'mere."

You didn't have to be told twice, crawling out and into his arms, your clutch his shirt as his arms wound around you.

"What happened? Tell me so I can understand what upset you, sweetheart." He coos to you, settling you between his propped knees while pressing a kiss on your temple.

His cool spicy scent invaded your panicking senses. The more you listen to his heart the slower your breathing gets and eventually, you're pushing yourself closer to him, throwing your arm around Satoru's neck.

"They thought I'm not in a relationship and arranged a marriage partner for me."

You felt Satoru's grip over you tighten. He didn't speak but you could feel his sour mood.

"Are you scared?" He moves you to look him in the eye. A flicker pass through his eyes, but before you could recognize it, that pained glint was gone.

"I'm upset." You replied honestly.

You know your mother never meant to hurt you. But your family is meddling in your life too much that it's not even needed. How could they decide on it before asking you when you'll be the one living that marriage?

"Who am I, baby?" Satoru cup your cheeks and pressed your foreheads together.

"You're Gojo... you're my Satoru." You whispered, warmth spreading in your chest.

"Mnn, that's right. Who would dare take you away when you have me, sweetheart?" Satoru opened his eyes and could see the steeled resolve in those ocean eyes.

—GreyCaelum

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d3adlyromb3ar · 2 days

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jujutsu kaisen fic rec list ‧₊˚

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satoru gojo

♡ melodies of passion (series) @sykosugu

↳ he's the most powerful & ruthless yakuza boss in the city, and she's just a music store owner. but once he hears her singing voice, he wants nothing more than to hear it for the rest of his life..and she's not so sure about that.. he'll do anything to change that.

♡ "where is my wife?" @kingkonoha

↳ curses & curse users have discovered satoru’s greatest weakness, and it’s you, satoru’s sweet, ordinary housewife. after getting kidnapped by gojo’s enemies, he’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.

♡ i will possess your heart @bratbby333

↳ for as cocky as Satoru is, it’s oddly fitting. in his mind, everything belongs to him, including you.

♡ a typical family (series) @literaila

↳ satoru shows up unexpectedly after six months of silence, two little kids trailing behind him. chaos ensues.

toji fushiguro

♡ fix you (series) @tojikai

↳ "But you are here, right in front of me."

♡ the world underneath your skin (series) @gojosoath

↳ After spending most of his life as an underground hitman for desperate means to support himself financially — Toji Fushiguro gets recruited to work as an assassin for the government due to his his mastered skills. Through his new occupation, Toji struggles with muscle pains and is recommended to see a massage therapist. Toji meets Y/N, who becomes Toji’s massage therapist, and the two realize they both have toxic addictions they hide from daylight; Toji’s alcoholism and Y/N’s self-harm. Along the way, Toji and Y/N can’t seem to stay away from each other despite the darkness that threatens to keep them apart.

♡ Quickie! @sickslimez

↳ toji just can’t keep his hands to himself after not fucking you for a week...which results in a quickie.

suguru geto

♡ on the run (series) @sykosugu

↳ she's an infamous bank robber, and he's the only detective that's been able to get close to her. he was never apart of her plans. but he's got his clutches in her and she can't let go.

kento nanami

♡ appreciation @ahkaahshi

↳ you know how you feel about nanami and how nanami feels about your bakery, but on a rainy day, you finally learn how he feels about you.

megumi fushiguro

♡ unholy matrimony (series) @chuluoyi

↳ in another life, in which fate is still screwing his life over, Fushiguro Megumi finds himself in an arranged marriage―with you.

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featherlouise · 18 days

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How many spouses does your lamb have? Are they still alive and how close is the lamb with them?

They've had 4 spouses (and counting ahxbxj)!!

As of right now, 2 of them are alive and they're actually pretty close to two of them!! Though none of their marriages have really been romantic for them?? They're more a means to an end and a way to keep their followers happy, especially nearer the beginning and food was scarce, a big celebration REALLY kept people's faith up

(my cult's jjk themed pls don't mind the names lmao)

The one they're closest to, Mahito, has been around almost since the beginning, and it was during their time crusading in Anura that they REALLY started to stress out. Mahito's an asshole, but he's funny, and he made them smile during some really rough moments. (he does pick fights a lot though, and that results in some uh. Tension. Later down the line). He's also a disciple!! He's been revived once bc I accidentally sacrificed him ashdxjcjc

Their most recent marriage was to Nanami II. He's also a disciple, but he's too new to the job to have seen the more. I don't wanna say vulnerable bc that's not really something they're willing to show in front of their followers, but rather the more "real" side of them ig?? They're running on anger and spite but the front they put up in front of the cult is this picture perfect, serene, calm character. If a little ditsy ahxhcjc. I'll prolly make another post talking about their personality actually. But YEAH faith was running low so when Nanami asked it was the perfect opportunity.

NOW THE DEAD ONES

Mechamaru was their second husband!! He died of old age, and the lamb has very few regrets surrounding him. He lived a good, long life, and died content.

NOW Todo!!! He was one of the followers summoned by Shamura and forcefully dissented, so they had to kill him. They buried him (and the other follower) in Silk Cradle and emerged 3 days later covered in blood and viscera from their subsequent rampage. They would've reacted the same way regardless of which follower Shamura chose, but Todo's ring on their horn serves as a constant reminder. Nobody touches their flock. Their next crusade is 5 days long, and they emerge with Shamura's still beating heart in their hands.

TLDR: 4 spouses, 2 dead, 2 disciples. Close to one of them, still carries guilt about the death of another.

#do I expect people to read this?? ABSOLUTELY not ajdhcjd #hence the tldr #uh if ur new here hi!! I get carried away a lot shxjd #asks #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl lamb #cotl follower #I find it really funny that some of the followers are like 'suguru V' with no explanation #like WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER 4? you'll never know #feather writes #i think that applies a little here ajhfjcfj

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omgjumin · 2 years

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hi!! i saw the event post and immediately i was interested. nanami kento + angst prompts 9 + 11, gn!reader pls! (could u also maybe include reader being hurt and him comforting reader? if u want ofc) anyways i'm looking forward to this, and take ur time!!

the picture - nanami kento

summary: you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in.

tags: angst but there's comfort at the end, marriage, fighting, pet names (baby, love), overthinking

notes: it was so hard to not cry while writing this like gosh but im glad i could get out of my writers block bc of this

"kento, all i'm asking is that you help me with the wedding planning. i understand that you are busy and so am i. i just need-" you paused yourself, trying to carefully pick out words that won't set off your fiancé. "i just need you to be here with me. you even missed our kimono and dress fittings today." for a to-be-wife, you knew you shouldn't be this hesitant to touch nanami but as your hand went in to graze against his, it shook anxiously.

"if you understand then why don't you just leave me alone when i'm working? let's have this conversation later." nanami retracted his hand from under yours before brushing you off as if you weren't anything important to him. "you always say that and i'm tired of being ignored like this every time i try to talk to you." fighting with nanami was nothing new. petty fights, serious ones, or even jealous fights, the two of you knew that if you didn't calm down and communicated your concerns, you wouldn't get anywhere.

however, now, you felt as if you were just a lousy bug, flying around and about nanami's ear. "just talk to me please. you can't expect me to take care of this on my own. it's our-" the shakiness of your hands only worsened when you felt your heart rate increase. the pounding against your chest felt as if it was in your throat. no matter how many deep breaths you took, it just wouldn't ease the feeling in your throat. it squeezed and squeezed until it could choke a sob out of you. crying wouldn't get your way, you knew that, but somehow you couldn't stop yourself from letting tears fall down your face. "please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up for once. im busy so please leave." you were used to it. used to the monotone of his voice. yet his voice was laced with nothing but annoyance for you at the moment which shocked you to the core. you didn't need to turn around to know that nanami's own words didn't register in his brain yet.

without saying another word, you quickly left his home office. you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in. a smile subconsciously snuck a way onto your face before you quickly shook it off. you felt as if you were betrayed, no, mistaken by his words. nanami promised that no matter what, you were together, a team, that would help each other through the most difficult days and the easiest. and yet, here you were overthinking, on whether or not nanami truly meant his words. no, nanami never goes back on his promises. especially to you. but you couldn't help but to second guess yourself on if it was worth it to go back in there to try again and apologize but there was nothing to apologize for. you never did anything besides support him throughout his work. how come he didn't do the same?

your eyes wandered until it landed on your keys dangling from a rack near the front door. you doubted yourself. you doubted nanami's love for you in that second. you shouldn't have, really, but recently his actions weren't proving you wrong. hesitantly, you looked down at your engagement ring before looking back at the picture. no, you can't, you said to yourself before grabbing your keys and leaving the house. you didn't have a clue as to where you wanted to go but as long as you didn't have to be around nanami at the moment, anywhere was fine.

just somehow, somehow, your subconscious followed the same familiar path. the same roads that felt like home as they were leading you to the place in the picture. as if you wanted to relive the moment, not wanting to face reality. the bright half-moon that accompanied the twinkling stars in the sky did everything they could to comfort you, in some way. the picture was taken a little bit earlier in the night however you could see the soft glowing moon in the sky up above the love of your life kneeling before you. oh how you wished that nanami was there to hold you in his arms as he swayed along to the sound of the rushing river down beneath you. his chest pressed firm against your back as his face was cradled in your neck. your welcoming scent filled his senses as he basked in your love. nanami pressed soft kisses onto your neck, claiming that he's only trying to warm you up from the chilly summer nights. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes clearly not annoyed as you quietly chuckled to yourself. "mm turn around." nanami said as he removed himself from out your neck, placing his hands on your hips loosely. "i love you." nanami whispered as he dived into your lips. "i love you too, future husband." the two of you laughed, flustered at the new name he held for you.

that moment was nothing more than two months ago. you sighed as you leaned against the same railing, hearing the same river flow down the stream, seeing the same moon that shined above, smelling the same occasional whiff of a nearby street food cart, and tasting the same chap-stick off your lips. it felt all too familiar but felt all the more distant. the feeling was comfortable but awkward as you stood there alone. though all you needed was time alone, time to calm yourself down before trying again. but that time was cut by the soft tap on your shoulder. "kento?" you nervously called out, your voice wavering as it filled the silence. "what are you doing here?"

"i could ask you the same."

"how did you know i'd be here?" you slowly but surely removed yourself off of the railing. the comfortable atmosphere faded out to be uneasy. the once comfortable silence came to be suffocating as you felt yourself being torn apart in nanami's gaze. "where else would you be?" nanami spoke after taking a deep breath. if nanami was being truthful, he saw your eyes linger on the picture before you left. the dejected expression that filled your eyes as you turned away towards the door made his heart drop. he didn't know where he stood with you at the moment, so he refrained from touching you. but all you wanted was for him to embrace you in his arms and hold you there like he did two months ago. it seemed as if the world was plotting against your desires. however, nanami took a step forward, shortening the distance between you two. you took a sharp breath in before looking away, pretending as if anything was more important than the overwhelming presence of your fiancé. and at that nanami felt daggers shooting into his chest. it was his fault entirely but he couldn't help but feel hurt at your reluctance to meet his eyes.

"please look at me." nanami pleaded as he took one step closer. you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in as you turned back his way. your eyes were glistening in tears yet looked dry in expression as you met his. the ones that would be lighting up with love as soon as you laid eyes on him now were the ones that offered nothing more than a look of somberness. "i wish i never acted the way i did towards you, i'm sorry." your nails dug into your palm as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall once more. one step closer. that was all it took for him to only be mere inches away from you. "i should have never said those things to you and i am so sorry, my love." you truly couldn't stand it. being so close to nanami and yet his hands were placed by his side. but you were mad at him, you felt so displeased with yourself and him that you didn't know, you didn't let yourself be comforted by being in his arms. however, nanami couldn't let you stand there, fighting yourself in complete silence as he watched the victorious tears fall down your cheek. he carefully brushed back strands of hair behind your ear before slowly bringing you in his arms.

and upon impact, you softened. your tense shoulders dropped but the sound of your crying only got louder into his chest. his work shirt was getting drenched but he didn't care. not when your muffled cries were the product of his actions. nanami stood silently as he ran his fingers through your hair, petting it calmly as an action to soothe you. "baby?" he called out when he noticed your cries started to get quiet. you hummed as a response, too scared to trust your voice. "look up at me." you pulled yourself from his chest, looking up at him with tearful eyes but nanami only took his thumb to wipe away the stray tears. "i love you" nanami softly smiled as he witnessed your first smile of the night. "i love you too, future husband." though the two of you weren't bashful of the nicknames as before, it was used as a way to ground yourself. that after everything, nanami was still here, ever so hopelessly in love with you. "i'm sorry i've been so caught up in work recently. but let's go home and figure something out, okay? we are a team and i'll make sure it feels that way." you nodded as laced your hands around his torso. "okay."

#crying sobbing throwing up #its okay im okay #AAAAA #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jujustu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk nanami fluff #nanami imagines #omgjumin #nanami angst #nanami kento angst #jjk angst #jujustu kaisen angst

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getodrools · 3 months

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Pls pls can you do something with priest Nanami. Idk it just sounds so hot if he was a priest trynna hold back.

NOTE. ohemgeee nonnie this is such a goodd tot ! nanami would be such a nice man outside but PHEW he knows how to get in ppls heads and u are one of them ! ! he's a smort man sobbb sobbb but he's so corrupt ‘n he just can't help it… especially when ur such easy prey who would never bat an eye of doubt at him ! AND thanku for being my first request ! i hope u like it. <3

I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ f! reader. modern (church) au. sacrilege. blasphemy. public sex/church sex (on a pulpit). religion talk. manipulation. use of father. creampie. mentions of: brainwashing, adam and eve. heavy corruption. reader is naive. | WC –> 1.0k+ est ! !

RELGION IN YOUR TOWN was sacred. it’s a small town too, streets still not even paved. so when word goes around of doom, somehow the priest knew immediately and is called for, no matter the situation.

everyone depended on him as if he was some last resort. it made his chest big and head to swell up at the thought of being a sort of savior… and he was. everyone was captivated. even you.

he was one with a magnetic voice that always fired at the core. especially with talk of who you are — of what you believe in. always strumming to the ears when you sought for savor. he was one who was able to resonate with all of you when others could barely achieve a fraction of it, telling you your grace and how to follow – the correct way.

his dammned way that he deemed just as good as in the bible… no one really paid much attention. trust and the holy spirit was on his side. it’d be wrong to say other whys anyway… he is the holy father after all.

“we all must seek for forgiveness.”

you sat there, legs crossed in your sunday church clothes; a cute pink and white lacey-like sheep dress with a hint of flowers scented into the fabric. sitting there listening to the man you've always searched for in powerful words when you felt lost. and that man liked the way you'd twirl at his words, pretty dress frilling up and he'd try not get a peak...

but the temptation was snaking at his throat. catching how his own words didn't match with his own actions. as if you were the apple all over again.

nanami, the priest in your town, always knew what to say, and he always said it with such confidence in his resonant, deep, and powerful triumph voice as if god itself was speaking through him. it's what made him so believable.

you've known him for long, hell he was around before you were. and that's made him even more believable — trustworthy to everyone… never one batting eye of doubt.

nanami was someone you could always depend on when you needed to rekindle your soul. how folk always told you he did with others; nanami was always there with the words of god and bible in hand, always ready to preach on about how to forgive, and how to absolve your sins too, mostly.

‘till he became captivated by your very sins.

not wanting that sweet angel of his to become corrupt, seeing himself glaze in your eyes. it was a clear sin that needed to be fucked out… so he took action fast. it was his calling to do so. he believes wholeheartedly…

the blonde priest could tell you were lost, seeking for someone or something to speak to and be heard. you knew he could help if you let him guide you correctly.

but he also knew his way was just as corrupt. he'd try so hard to listen to you, but the shimmy in your thighs as you got nervous confessing shot a pang between his legs. nanami would bite down at the inside of his cheek, and still when you knelt to pray. praying how you felt a burn in the pit of your tummy would go away – how it made you feel for a longing need you knew was wrong to have have before marriage...

you were just his preppy church girl that always believed anything he said. you'd do anything to let go of this guilt from your sins… so you'd heed to him… and he'd heed to you. instinctively making up a lie on the spot for what could fix your issues – nanami couldn't just take a bite, he needed the whole fruit to survive.

the priest let you scream out your doings as he does every sunday through the little microphones on the pulpit… and it was… helping.

“oh! oh-- yes! father nanami!—” it was embarrassing at first for being louder than your usual soft-spoken tone, but the feeling of the church rattling in how you felt was truly ensuring— now you see why he’s such a blessing. it felt like you were finally being heard, hearing your own vulgar—but heartfelt words bouncing off hand-carved church walls made you louder each time.

this was the way – his way, but it felt along the lines of finding new hope…

opening your legs was opening the gates of heaven, and he’d twitch at the sight.

‘let them listen.’ nanami wanders in his filthy head with greedy thoughts, imagining how much of a scene this would be if his church was full today; getting caught with you — a young church girl and bending said innocence over the pulpit he preaches from – fucking you raw against it, even motivating you to moan into the microphones as if you were a priest preaching yourself…

this was utterly shameful and disgustingly wrong. and he knows it too, but the tight grip your pussy sucks him in with at each bottoming thrusts fleets his thoughts… and besides, the father knew you were too stupid to even realize that this was wrong – hell, everyone was! he had lives wrapped around his finger.

too far gone in your beliefs that it began to brainwash you from your own morals — some of his pushing words might've enabled, but losing a sense and trying hard to always be forgiven and sought for savor, you'd listen to him.

the sauntering priest that once was the holy one, now barreled deep into your cunt and melted away your brain into his thoughts.

feeling your overwhelming emotions almost being pushed out at each roll of his hips; the crown of his cock kissing at your softest spots in the sweet heat between your legs. nanami kept a steady but firm pace against you, working his hips hard. and as he sent each pounding inch of his cock gliding through you in a rush, socking across your spongy walls with ever-increasing hunger and force.

your whispered gasps mewl into the wobbling microphones. the power in your throat rasping out incoherent words and long syllables of his name forces an urge in him to swing his hips harder against your bouncing ass – clapping against the squishy globes each and every time with fervor.

it reminded him of the crowd always applauding everything he says on this very plateau…

filthy.

filthy perverted man using his power ‘till he couldn't.

nanami gripped at your wriggling hips, keeping one hand down the curvature of your back and forcing a perfect bow as he hit his stride and ran with it; slamming through your cunt with crude hammering, almost knocking the very breath out of your gaping mouth. but it pushed you to keep shouting out babbles and, each and every time almost praying to the altarpieces ahead of you.

“oh-- oh, god! fuck!—oh!” your eyes peel back wide, and nanami could feel your body hiccup at the curse slipping out with god behind it.

the tall priest keeps his pace, “speaking in vain now?” his voice still raspy itself, a gravely tone teasing at the shell of your ear, “i’m sure now, that doesn't even matter anymore, heh.” your body convulses at the thought, almost bubbling up tears.

but the final brusque clap against the cup of your ass forced a shiver down your spine.

the warm sensation of hot cum gushing deep into your walls was with a welling of thick, syrupy lines. of burped pleasure painting white and gushing out your clenching hole seduced your corrupted little head back to his salvation.

“forgiveness is never just given, it's earned. and you've earned it, sweetheart.” the father kisses down your shoulder as your sodden slit dripped with his cum.

<– BACK: PINNED ౨ৎ NEXT: MORE NANAMI –>

#🌐 𝐿𝒜𝒱𝐼𝐼 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒮!#💌 !#ᝰ kento nanami!#jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #nanami x reader #kento nanami #jjk nanami #tw sacrilege #tw blasphemy #tw public sex #nanami smut #tw manipulation #tw brainwashing #?#tw corruption #tw religious themes

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just-jordie-things · 5 months

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Jordie

JoRdIe

JORDie

You’re killing me in the most pleasant ways. Please I cant take this. I cried while reading because FUCK that’s too close to home. I’m not even Satoru’s sister but as the youngest child in the family everything else hits too close to home.

I loved it. AND YOU ADDED THE TATTOO PART???

Jordie, your hand in marriage pls

~ Nanami flowershop anon

AHH I FORGOT I WAS GINNA ADD AN AUTHORS NOTE BC I WROTTE THAT A WHILE AGO BUT IT WAS JUST SO SWEET AND FUNNY THAT U ALSO HAD THE CUTEST TATOO IDEA!!!!!!!!!

we’re more than married we are telepathically connected 🫶🫶🫶

#nanami flowershop anon #jordie says stuff

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kentopedia · 6 months

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yes i'm asking for your hand in marriage if you couldn't tell i'm actually on my knees, omgg i never been any kind of anon so like am i gonna be your first anon and it's like my first experience as an anon with title😳🥺 yes pls I'll gladly be your akaashi anon👉👈 (idk much about nanami but I'll be running my mouth about dazai)

I ACCEPT ! hang on wait i’m gonna have to check with my husband kento if this is okay brb

teheh yay !!! my first anon !!! i’m going to make a moots/anons list soon so best bet i will add you first 😈 i also need to redo my tags to give you one </3 AND PLS TELL ME EVERY THOUGHT YOU HAVE ABT DAZAI ! i love getting asks so much teheh

#໒꒱ rylie's angels #xoxo . . . akaashi anon (my child)

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xo2dee · 3 years

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im down bad

#jjk #nanami kento #nanami #sweating #jujutsu kaisen #started jujutsu kaisen finally #found the character i simp over #him and utahime #spare hand in marriage?#pls sir

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urlkssknt · 3 years

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last piece (1)

pairing - nanami kento x fem!gojou!reader x fushiguro toji

genre - parent!au, slice of life!au, 4.5k

a/n - ahhhhh my first ever series fic!!! i’d really appreciate any feedback given! megumi, yuuji, and sukuna are all children in this

warnings - mentions of food, toji is a shit person (pls dont hate me), mentions of cheating

now playing - goodnight n go, ariana grande

After enduring a rough day of your boss piling all his work onto you, you basked in the soft touch of the small hand of your little toddler, as you both walked down the hallway to get to your apartment. It was the first day of full-time school, meaning you got more day-light hours to spend by yourself at a desk in an uncomfortable chair. Earlier when you had dropped your son off for school you couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of him turning into his classroom, out of your view. Your little boy was growing up so quickly, it felt like it was just yesterday when the dark eyed boy crawled all over the floor and drooled over your favourite shirts. Megumi forbids himself from talking with you as a form of punishment, opting to give you the silent treatment. His lips were pursed into a big pout from the moment you had picked him up. In the corner of your eye, you noticed the door of the apartment across the hall from you was propped open by two large boxes stacked atop each other. There were other boxes laying around, some big and some small. Gently, Megumi tugged on your hand to gain your attention before pointing towards the door.

"See, a person," there was a slight anxious edge to the young boy's tone. Megumi couldn't socialise well with new people, something you hope would dissipate as he got older. You knew the effects of children appearing as 'anti-social,' and it didn't help that the mothers of the school Megumi attends were already whispering to each other about your previous failed marriage. It was only the first day and your marital status already defined you. You prayed that it wouldn’t negatively affect how the other kids would treat Megumi, from your experience, parent’s are quick to dictate your life. The younger you are, the easier it is.

Silently, Megumi hoped that the new neighbour wasn't loud, the young boy hated loud noises, it caused him to feel uneasy. Unfortunately, his wishes were cut short when two heads of strawberry pink hair came running from behind, one giggling his head off whilst the other had a scowl on his face. They both looked exactly like each other, you assumed they were twins. Following behind them was a grown man, looking disheveled from carrying the heavy weight of the cardboard box between his arms.

"You two!" The man spoke in an assertive tone from the other end of the hallway, stilling for a moment to catch his breath, moving was much more difficult than he thought. One of the two boys halted in his tracks, "no running!"

Both you and Megumi caught the attention of the identical twins and the unknown man. You felt brazen for taking a quick look at the blond man, who looked effortlessly handsome despite being dressed in a plain t-shirt and a pair of athletic joggers. A pink blush began to dust along your cheeks as the stranger's chocolate eyes made contact with yours, catching your ogling azure eyes. The crystal blue colour of them caught the stranger off guard, it made him feel as if he was looking at a certain annoying man-child he knew. The stoic man offered you a small tight-lipped smile after he set the box in his hands on the floor.

"Nanami Kento," he wiped his palm against his joggers before holding it in front of you, "I just moved in." The palm of his hand was warm to the touch, the physical contact only deepening the colour of your cheeks.

You quickly replied with your name, intentionally leaving out your surname, before squeezing the small hand you held, the toddler had shuffled to hide behind your legs at the sound of rushed frantic footsteps, "baby, introduce yourself."

Megumi was relentless in speaking, eyes automatically trained to stay on the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. His grip on your hand increased as an uneasy feeling pressed against his small chest, the same emotion that the little boy experienced in the morning and had no idea on how to describe it.

"Sorry, 'gumi is a little shy," you offered Kento a sympathetic smile as you ran a hand over Megumi’s hair, the comforting action bringing the toddler a sense of ease. The blond man noticed the look of worry flashing on your face before giving him a smile. "We live across the hall."

Just before Nanami was going to comment, one of his own kids being just as reserved, he felt a harsh push against his legs, surprisingly almost making him topple over. Peering down, the tall man found that it was his most energetic son, Yuuji. Nanami quickly scooped the little boy into his arms before doing the same to the other boy, who stayed quiet the whole time. The sound of the previous melodic giggles returned. "These are my two boys."

"Hello, my name is Yuuji! I'm nearly five!" The smiley boy held up a hand with all his fingers extended, feeling proud that he was able to speak with confidence.

"I'm Sukuna." Despite the small voice, you couldn’t help but gush over the deep dimples near the boy’s eyes, you just wanted to poke the skin.

"You two are so cute!" you cooed at the twins, Yuuji giggled as you tickled his cheek gently, "you're both as old as 'gumi." Megumi peered past his hiding spot behind your legs at the mention of his name.

Yuuji clapped his hands at the thought of having a friend that lived so close! His enthusiasm made Megumi feel a little more comfortable, the grip on your hand loosening. Even at school, there was no one as welcoming as the smiling pink haired boy, Megumi had never witnessed another person be excited to hear his name apart from you and his uncle.

Keys in hand, you turned to open the door of your apartment. As you both entered your home, Megumi turned around to give the new neighbours a small wave, still feeling very shy, before running off to his room. You let out a small laugh at your son's antics, watching his small figure disappear around the door.

"If you boys ever want to play, just knock on the door!" You gave a final smile to the pair of boys who’s eyes widened in excitement at the thought of playing with someone that wasn’t their dad. Shifting your gaze to the brooding blond, taking a moment to savour his attractiveness once more, you felt jealous of the woman who was able to wake up to those high cheekbones. "or if you need anything."

The next time you saw your new neighbours was when you were standing in front of Megumi's school. The two of you had arrived a little early, the door of his classroom wasn’t open yet to allow the students to filter in. Megumi was about to complain, it was too early, the uniform felt horrible and itchy against his skin, however his whines were halted when he heard the sound of his name being yelled, immediately catching his attention.

A familiar pink-haired boy came running over with a bright smile plastered against his face, his backpack being far too large for a primary school student and for a toddler, the dimples by his eyes deepening. “Hi!” Yuuji couldn’t keep himself still when his eyes noticed you and Megumi, he ignored his father’s words of ‘staying close’ and holding his hand.

Truthfully, you couldn’t identify a difference between the twins yet, they both looked like carbon copies of each other, if they were your children you definitely would get their names wrong constantly.

Nanami let’s out a sigh of relief as Yuuji returns to his view again, the man swore to himself that his youngest son by three seconds would be the death of him. His eyes naturally fall onto your figure, there was a genuine smile on your face as his son began talking about what he ate for breakfast, running your ear off on how Kento nearly burnt the toast.

“Good morning,” Nanami says as he approaches you with Sakuna following behind. You turn to look at him, the same smile still on your lips, never faltering once as if it were permanently glued to your face, Nanami wondered if your cheeks were aching from the stretch.

Before you could even return his greeting, the door of the classroom opened. The moment you dreaded most, having your precious Megumi leave for the majority of the day. However, you had an obligation to pay the rent and feed your child so you told yourself to suck it up. You crouch down to the floor, sharp eyes giving your son a once-over to make sure his uniform was in top shape, "Have a good day, 'gumi!" The dark haired boy walked into his class only after kissing your cheek softly and waving you goodbye.

"If it's okay with you," Nanami spoke with such a soothing tone, it captivated your whole attention, you wondered if his twins enjoyed being read bedtime stories. If he uploaded podcasts, you would definitely be a fan. "I'd like to exchange numbers," the tall man turned to face you with his phone in hand and caught you off guard. Any sane woman would feel privileged to have a handsome man offer his number, you would have blushed if it wasn’t for the blond man quickly adding that it was for emergencies. Internally, you began to scowl at yourself for thinking that your new neighbour had other intentions, you weren’t even sure if he was in a committed relationship!

In the process of handing Nanami your number, your eyes dropped from his face to his hands for a couple of seconds, just out of curiosity, you repeat to yourself, definitely not because of a small crush developing on the blond haired man. The ring finger was left bare of any jewellery to indicate his marital status. Guilt coarsed through you as another smile, smaller than your previous ones, spread across your face. This poor man just wanted to be a nice neighbour and here you were acting like a schoolgirl, over analyzing every look he gave you with his deep chocolate eyes.

Nanami bid you a farewell, heading off in the opposite direction to fetch his car so he could drive to work, the only con of his new home was how far it was from the office he worked in. Part of him felt proud for attaining your number, he was afraid you’d reject his suggestion, either misunderstanding his simple actions or being disinterested from Nanami’s stiff nature. Constantly, the twins would tell him to ‘lighten up,’ but it was hard to keep positive when your boss acts more like a child than an adult. Never admitting it, the man had noticed your beauty from the second his dark eyes landed on you, as cheesy as it was, you held a certain elegance and the shade of your eyes dazzled at him as if it were a precious diamond shining its reflection. There’s no harm in finding a neighbour attractive, is there?

nanami kento: Hello this is Nanami, I’m so sorry but i have to travel out of town for a business meeting, my boss just sprung it on me. Would it be okay if you picked the boys up from school and took them home?

you: no problem :)

you: hope your meeting goes well!

The two pink haired twins ended up walking home with you and Megumi. They were both slightly disappointed with their dad not coming to pick them up, a deep pout began to form on Yuuji’s lip as his bottom lip jutted out. You were more than familiar with that face, it was the same cute look Megumi gives you when you say ‘no’ to buying more soft plushies. If he brought out the puppy eyes, you would have surrendered and raised a white flag. Small children are your weakness, especially ones so cute and adorable, you cave into their desires almost instantly. Thankfully, becoming a mother allowed you to toughen your walls and set boundaries for yourself, no child has been able to pass them with a simple pout.

“How about we make cupcakes at my house?” You proposed, hoping it would entice the twins to not only brighten their mood but create a more comfortable environment for them. All three boys beamed up at you with big teeth-y grins and glittering eyes, each of them wanting some form of sugar, as expected from you.

The walk home was more entertaining than you would’ve thought. Megumi and Yuuji held hands, whilst Megumi’s other free hand was laced with your own. Sukuna held your hand quietly, not peeping a word and only answering your question about his day with a short nod. Yuuji, on the other hand, was more than willing to explain every little detail about his day, from when he sat next to Megumi on the carpet during the register to being awarded a gold star for tidying up. Luckily, the street wasn’t busy as you walked with the boys whilst sporting three backpacks along with your own bag on your back. It was definitely a show stopping look, which earned lingering gazes from random people.

Having the twins over was a lot better than expected. The worry you felt over Sukuna not conversing with you was all futile. As soon as the small group of boys had their shoes off, they zoomed after Megumi, heading to his bedroom to play with the toys he was talking to them about. For the first time, Megumi finally had other people to play with that weren’t yourself or his extravagant uncle, as much as he loved you both, you and Satoru were rubbish superheroes and even worse at ludo, which ended up with the two of you bickering like you were the kids in the child’s room.

Laughter carried into the kitchen as you began to start preparing dinner, slightly worried about not having enough, usually you would be cooking for two people, whilst taking into consideration Megumi’s sudden pickiness over certain food. You settled on cooked salmon and roasted potatoes, sending a silent prayer hoping the group of boys would make your life easier and eat what you put on their plate. Once the preparations for dinner had been made, setting the fish to marinate off to the side, cutting the potatoes into appropriate sizes for four year old children so they can eat with ease, you called for the three toddlers to come into the kitchen and begin to make the cupcakes you promised. Small kids tend to have sticky fingers, something that grossed you out completely, you made sure they all washed their hands in the kitchen sink with soap, each boy taking turns to clean himself whilst using the stool to reach the high counter. After a million questions about what you were doing and why you were doing it, the batter in the bowl finally finished, filling every patterned paper case in the tray, even though most of the cake mixture actually ended up on the black metal try from Megumi not moving the filled spoon quick enough, he was very confident in his scooping-the-batter skills. You partly blamed yourself for entrusting such a messy job to a four year old who could barely colour in the lines. Surprisingly, none of the boys ended up with a spec of mess on them, just you, a smear of flour across your flour, the image made Sukuna giggle lightly as he pointed to the white powder.

When the orange and pink hues of the sun darkened to a deep blue enveloping the sky, allowing the stars of the night a chance to shine and twinkle like diamonds. The cheerful laughter died out long ago, three sleepy boys sat along the couch, Megumi resting his head in your lap as an animated movie played on the tv screen. A knock sounding against your door instantly woke you from your hazy trance.

Sukuna followed your footsteps, lazily trailing behind you. You identified the small boy from the length of his which was shorter than Yuuji’s, his pink strands didn’t stand up in the same manner as his younger brother. The boy had a hunch that the person behind the door would be his father. Unlike Yuuji, Sukuna only had one dimple resting near his eye on the left side of his small face and not both. “Daddy!” The little boy was picked up by his father so easily as if he didn’t weigh a thing once the door was opened to reveal the blond man standing on the other side. A giggle left his mouth as Nanami couldn’t help but kiss the soft skin of his cheek, causing you to melt at the sight. Men giving their children affection was such a sweet sight, you wished your ex-husband would embrace his own son in such a loving manner, you were lucky if he gave Megumi an ounce of attention.

“Bye bye,” your hand is brought to your chest as you were startled at Yuuji’s sudden presence next to you, shocking all your senses for a few seconds even though he spoke softly, he must have followed his brother from the sofa at the sound of the door opening. Yuuji’s mouth extends to let out a long yawn, anyone could tell he was exhausted from the droopiness in his warm eyes.

Nanami gives you a tight lipped smile as he offers you a thanks in a low voice, he sounded tired. Working past office hours was always a pain for the man, especially now with his children. Sometimes Kento had the strongest urges to just punch his boss. Before he could leave and put his two sleepy boys to bed, you stop him urgently, the sleep in your body evaporates as you quickly run to the kitchen and pick up the two containers you had left on the counter. One plastic box contained the decorated cupcakes that the twins had made earlier, saving a few for their dad too, whilst you packed the other with the leftovers of the dinner you served. You figured that the businessman probably hadn’t eaten yet because of the meeting so you took the liberty of providing him some food. Along with the filled containers, you handed over the twin’s school bags and Sukuna’s shoes, before Nanami knew it his hands were completely filled so he was left balancing most things in one arm as his other was wrapped securely around Sukuna.

“Goodnight boys,” you gave the soft tuffs of Yuuji’s messy hair a quick kiss before watching them turn to enter their home and turn in for the night. Deciding it was also time for bed, you gently lifted Megumi up from his sleeping position on the sofa, being extremely careful to not wake the four year old up. Nothing is worse than a fussy Megumi and he was definitely more than fussy whenever you woke him from his slumber. Light snores escape his mouth making you giggle and pull him closer into your embrace as if it were possible. Tonight, you’d allow him to sleep in your bed and cuddle all night long.

The next morning, as you were leaving your apartment, at a later time than the previous morning so you didn’t arrive at school so early, Nanami was ushering his twins out the door with their matching backpacks slung on his arm like a purse. The sight almost forced a laugh out of you.

“Hi!” Megumi waves to his new friends before they start to walk off in the direction of the elevator, leaving you and the blond man to follow behind. Slightly, you were surprised at your son greeting the twins first, he always waited for the other party to acknowledge him first. You took this as a sign of a blossoming friendship which you hope would last for a long time.

Before Kento could say anything to you, feeling a little embarrassed of his unfortunate state, he was so tired from the night before the sound of his blaming alarm nearly didn’t wake him up, Yuuji beat him to it. The adorable boy called for you from the end of the hallway, telling the two of you ‘slow pokes,’ to hurry it up. Loud clacks of your heels sounded as you traveled to the waiting group of boys, Nanami was left with the bags to stare at your fleeting figure. The apples of his cheeks burn red at the realisation of the actions of his eyes trailing over the exposed skin of your legs before stopping on the meat of your thighs, it had only been a couple days since he first met you but each time his gaze had the opportunity to fall upon you, Kento found a new feature to appreciate. God, did he think about running his thick fingers over the expanse of the plush skin and grip into it like he was kneading bread.

“Daddy hurry up!” Yuuji’s voice carried through to his ears, snapping the adult out of his trance. Nanami began to make his way into the elevator, muttering a small apology as he tried his hardest to not make eye contact with your azure eyes, otherwise the blond would go into a cardiac arrest.

The whole walk to the school, Nanami stayed silent, too ashamed of the thoughts that consumed his mind in, what he’d call, a moment of weakness. Nanami wouldn’t class himself as a gentleman but he behaved a lot nicer and was more reserved compared to a certain white haired man he knew. Before Nanami knew it, the gates of the school came into view, he swore that he had only taken a few step from the apartment complex, was he out of his mind?

“I hope your husband didn’t mind the boys joining you for dinner yesterday,” Nanami was aware that you were also not married but he needed to hear it for himself, prove to himself that his small attraction to you was stupid, and to also confirm your relationship status.

A laugh escapes your lips, “I’m divorced.”

You turn your head to face Kento, offering the still man a reassuring smile in order to help him relax, you swear it works when you visibly see the tension in Nanami’s broad shoulders released. “And single, so it was genuinely no problem.”

Nanami went to work feeling more cheery than usual.

Naturally, it became routine for the five of you to walk to and from school together every morning and afternoon. Sometimes you couldn’t help the warmth rising to your cheeks with every flattering compliment you receive from Nanami, he either commented on how cohesive your outfit was for the day or told you that your makeup was pretty. Recently, you couldn’t help the excitement bubble in your tummy as the clock would close to the end of your working hours not only to finally see your precious ‘gumi or hear Yuuji’s giggles as he runs after Sukuna, but to witness Nanami after a hard day of work. The top button if his suit would be undone whilst his tie is forgotten and tucked away safely into his leather briefcase; not to mention the few strands of hair that fall across his forehead which your fingers itch to run through.

“Megs said we can come,” Yuuji whines with a pouty lip, jutting out his lips as far possible to amp the ‘cuteness level’ so you wouldn’t reject him, for an added effect the little boy went as far clinging onto your hand that he held.

Being a mother made you extremely soft and light-hearted, especially to children as cute as Yuuji, a small tiny part of you wished Megumi would whine and cling to you like a koala. You could never say no to such an adorable face, and Yuuji knew it. A smile began to creep along his lips when you exhale lightly, giving into his wishes of coming to your home to play.

The words stopped on your tongue, no longer passing through your throat as a large lump formed at the sight before you. A certain man with hair akin to the colour of raven feathers, all dressed up in a designer suit to show off his new profound wealth. The only thing missing to complete his sleazy look was a stupid cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, almost identical to how he looked on the night you first met. Negative emotions coarsed through your body, everything was good until it wasn’t, and you could only blame your ex-husband for the anger rising in your body, almost clouding your judgement, thankfully it didn’t otherwise you would have ripped his head off in front of Megumi.

“Hey princess, what took you so long?” A sly smirk stays on his scarred lips as Toji pushes himself off the wall near your door. His eyes shifted from you to the two little identical boys who were holding your hand, the smirk slowly began to drop. Finally, Toji’s gaze became fixated on his son being held in the arms of another man. An awkward and unbearable silence enveloped the hallway. Toji only faltered for a moment, his signature cocky smirk quickly returning. In the pockets of his trousers, his hands balled into fists as an attempt to conceal his anger before he loses his cool. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

If you had the ability to kill a person, you’d murder your ex-husband a thousand times over. You harboured such a massive amount of hatred for him after the divorce; not only did he pursue a relationship with the women he cheated on you with but he barely saw Megumi. Toji was too busy with the company that you helped build, to even make plans to see his son. There was only one reason why you didn’t run away to some foreign country when you had the chance, you wanted your son to grow up with his father even though it wasn’t an ideal situation. Once upon a time, you dreamed of moments where Toji would be picking Megumi up from school and chasing after his short stubby legs. Toji was your everything, until your beautiful marriage was broken one day and you left with your newborn son, wailing in your arms as tears streamed down your face. But that was four years ago, an event that stays scarred on the surface of your heart, you assumed, to Toji it was just a blessing in disguise.

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Special - Gojo Satoru x Reader, Nanami x Reader [PART ONE]

warnings: SMUT, ANGST, INFIDELITY. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI. Creampie, slight cumplay but not really. slight breeding? not really. Infidelity on Gojo’s end. sad smut makes my heart hurt :( TOXIC. No aftercare. Pls read fluff after this.

PART TWO.

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¶ summary: You and Gojo Satoru have been married for 6 years. You know he cheats, he knows you know he cheats, but you still have to be his pretty wife for him, and you do because these are just a few things you can find comfort in nowadays. Maybe Nanami can help you in the future.

You never wanted to be in this situation. It was an arranged marriage, you had just turned 21 and were doing your job as a Jujutsu Sorcerer when the Gojo family propositioned you to be Gojo Satoru’s wife. He didn’t want this you could tell, but he knew he needed heirs and it’s better than constantly being berated about marriage even if he was just 22. Part of you felt obligated, but another part was so tired of fighting. It was a temporary feeling of burnout that you’ve should’ve ignored, then maybe you wouldn’t be here.

You are a powerful jujutsu sorcerer still, with amazing techniques and a vast amount of experience, but now you are resigned to wondering an empty house with an even emptier heart. If you had Satoru’s kids, would you even be able to mother them well, with this bitter relationship between you two? It hurts knowing you are secondary in your husband’s life, but you know it’s for the better. If you were still working, you’d probably have the same mindset. It hurts knowing that you, once a grade 1 sorcerer, is now a spiteful housewife. It hurts knowing your husband is cheating and probably has been throughout this whole marriage of 6 years. You don’t even really love him, but it still hurt. You definitely hold affection for him in your own twisted way, same for him to you. Ah, what a better way to escape these feelings than to let him fuck your brains out?

When he gently caresses your leg after he takes off his blindfold, or sometimes glasses, you can’t help but smile at him. He loosely takes your hand and leads you to the main bedroom, he knows you’d follow him anyway, but he still needs some sort of comfort so you both don’t feel like shit during these escapades. He gropes underneath your clothes and you do the same, you’d be daft if you didn’t take advantage of the situation to feel a handsome body. The kisses are hungry, and he tastes sweet like always. You barely notice both of you almost completely bare before each other. You aren't shy at this part, it almost feels medical. At least he looks at you lustfully, at least that, otherwise you wouldn’t feel desired and you can’t stand the thought of not being something else you feel like you should be. He lays you down on the center of the bed as he drags his hands down your sides and over your chest, down to the juncture of your hip and thigh. He grips your thigh roughly as he spreads your legs. His blue eyes are striking as usual, and you can’t help but wonder if he lets those other women see his pretty blue eyes as he takes them.

Maybe you didn’t deserve this type of sweet treatment from the one that also causes pain. But he’s devouring you, with his hands keeping your legs spread, and you’re not sure if the tears slipping down your cheeks are from your quickly approaching climax or the fact that you feel so unloved, so unspecial. You figured if this was any other man, you would’ve stopped, but this is Gojo Satoru and this is where your twisted affection comes into play. You take your hands that were grasping the pillow your head was laying on and drag them through his albino white hair and bring him up to kiss you. You can still taste yourself on him, mixed with the few tears that caught on your lip. He’s not stupid, he prides himself on being strong and smart. He kisses you and he knows why the tears are present. Part of himself takes a sadistic pleasure in knowing the one thing that he didn’t want in his life is crying. He didn’t want the Jujutsu sorcery world to demand this part of his life, and you represent the tie he wants to cut, the traditions he wants to break. The traditions he was caught up in before being able to break them. And seeing you break and be broken is partially satisfying. All the while he kisses those tears away because you too are a victim of your circumstances and he doesn’t solely blame you.

The best he could do right now is distract you, and provide whatever you needed. So he keeps kissing your face and down your neck, should he be humorous and blow into your neck, maybe that would ease your mood? No, you’d hit the top of his head and scold him for not taking stuff seriously. He bites at your neck and he can feel your hands at the base of his head, playing with his hair. Your legs wrap around the back of his thighs and you can’t help but let out a short laugh because this man is way too tall for his own good. “Why are you laughing at me, darling?” He pushes his face into your neck and grinds down onto your slick cunt. You let out a little gasp but still answer, “Nothing, you’re just too tall.” He chuckles as he kisses the last of your dried tears away, he pushes your hair out from your face and stares you down. “You’re beautiful, you know?” He doesn’t expect you to answer, especially with that quivering lip and glossy eyes. You bet he says this to those other women that he tries to erase the presence of before he comes home. Why has intimacy come to feel so hopeless. He kisses your eyelashes and kisses your lips one more time before looking into your eyes for confirmation. He knows you want to be distracted, he knows you’re not going to say no, but still, he asks in his own way, if not for your comfort then for his. You gentle nod at him and knock your knee to his side to hurry him up. He’ll take that.

Gojo sits back on his haunches and looks down on you, again spreading your legs so he can get a good look at your cunt. You flush so much that your chest even feels warm like you were laying in the sun way too long. Why does he have to stare? “You’re beautiful down here, too.” He says smugly and you scoff in response. He slowly lines up his cock and pushes in, and you never get used to this feeling. His hands firm on your hips, pushing and pulling you into him, your back arches, and your hands grip the pillow behind your head once again. He’s not even all the way in and you mutter a small “fuck” as he keeps pushing. It’s so hot and wet as your cunt hugs him so firmly, so tight almost as if it’s trying to push him out, or maybe pull him in. Leaning over directly where you two were connected, he let spit drip from his mouth near your clit, and he brushes his thumb over it making your cunt flutter around him. “Relax,” he demands, and you certainly try, just a bit, and it helps slick up your entrance for him to push the rest of his cock in. He pulls your knees up closer to your chest and you swear he gets a sick satisfaction seeing you fully bare and in these vulnerable positions because he’s continued to stare at your cunt as he’s pounding.

This man has no business being so good at this, your eyes are already rolling back and you are successfully being distracted. The little moans and grunts he draws from you fuel his pride but his eyes scrunch up just from how tight your cunt is squeezing him and he’s getting closer by the minute. He takes one hand that was on the back of your knee’s and brings his thumb to your clit once again, his ego refuses to let you cum after him. “Hold your legs open for me.” Everything sounds like you’re underwater and you're too caught up in the feeling of him drilling into you. “Y/n, hold yourself open. Now.” The demanding tone in his voice definitely brought you back and you do as he says, even though it’s so embarrassing. He continues to rub your clit and he feels you clench even harder around him, the defined ridges in your cunt show no mercy. You take your other hand and grasp at his that remains tucked behind your other knee, and you’re so close he can see it with the little tears sticking to your eyelashes. Head thrown back into the pillow, your hand grasping his, and you finally hit that peak as he thumbs your clit desperately. Your high is prolonged by Gojo still drilling into you and he grasps your hips in the last few thrusts and releases inside you. The lewd sounds your cunt was making before are only intensified by his cum staining your insides. He kisses your knee and stays inside for a moment longer before withdrawing and flopping to your side.

Both of you are panting and out of breath and you keep your legs slightly up to prevent his cum from leaking. You make a move to get up but he takes your leg and pushes you open for his gaze once again. Gently taking his fingers over the slick of your lips, he pushes your leg towards your chest again causing more of his cum to slip out of you. “Satoru…” You mumble in embarrassment. He doesn’t listen and pushes the cum that’s leaked out back into you as your cunt clenches. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licks them clean while staring at you. Ugh, he has no right being this erotic after wearing you out.

He pats your thigh as he gets up himself, “Go wash up, I’ll use the other bathroom.” With his robe thrown over his arm, leaves. And you lay there, and you feel like a used doll that’s been stored away, only to come out and feel loved when Gojo Satoru plays with you. Fuck, whatever, you wipe the oncoming tears away before they fall and make your way to the ensuite bathroom, his cum still trailing down your inner thigh. How long of a bath should you take this time, to try to take place of the aftercare you’re supposed to receive?

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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