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hor3nee · 2 days
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• Fatherhood •
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What kind of dads are the JJK men ?
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CW/TW: GN! Reader, Mentions of crappy parenting, BREIF mention of pregnancy in Geto's, (Lmk if I should add anything else!)
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji x Reader
AN: Almost cried writing this the baby fever is going HARD rn dude. Headcanons !
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• Gojo •
Menace of a father, but in the good way! Gojo spends his years raising his kids as if he's their best friend, truly and genuinely treats his kids as equals and in a sweet way, allows his children to have complete trust in him. Because Gojo is quite childish himself, he loves playing with his kids, making a fool of himself, and indulging with them.
Has a bit of a bad side to this though, his lack of traditional discipline or making himself the 'adult' in the situation leads the kids to both be very spoiled and not really ever listen to him.
"Sweetheart, darling, my perfect angel, can you please go to bed?? pretty please! Help your old man here, please??"
"Nuh uh!" And with that bout of defiance, he's back to running up to you, like HE'S the child, begging for your help. Because it seems you're the only one who can get the kids in line, and you do.
Plays pranks and teases the hell out of his kids as they get older, always in a loving way of course, but nonetheless loves getting them flustered over his stupidity. Type of dad to do dumbass dances in the middle of a Walmart to embarrass his kids.
• Geto •
Geto is optimum of what it means to be a gentle parent. Cannot, for the life of him, bring it in himself to yell at his kids. He's so soft-spoken, never so much as raising his voice against his children. Geto has children who respond to his voice alone, because it's so lulling, he's familiarized them with it and made them feel safe with it.
Doesn't mean he can't discipline them, of course he can, and he does so extremely gracefully. Whenever you're on your last straw with the kids, fighting the urge to start scolding them and yell, he steps in, smoothly taking over and the kids instantly listen to him.
"We're your parents, honey, c'mon that's not very nice to say, is it? They carried you for 9 months you know. Say sorry." Like magic the kids shut up and come over to you apologizing while Geto stands back, calmly having fixed the situation with ease.
With everything Geto does, has done, experienced etc, he can sometimes feel conflicted. Geto knows what he is capable of, and what he has done, he's extremely self-aware even if he justifies it, and he can struggle to balance the weight of all of it while also remaining a dutiful father.
Despite it, he does wonders keeping it separate from what his children have to see or experience, teaches them respect and kindness and hopes they hold true to it.
• Nanami •
Not a single man on this list fathers as hard as Nanami fathers. He's built for it like no other. Nanami treats fatherhood with his all, he puts his all into it and makes damn certain he does right by it. Stern when necessary, sweet when needed, provides for his kids and refuses to miss any important milestone of theirs.
Nanami is a calm man but the second work starts piling potentially making him miss his kids school play or something he's arguing with his supervisors and ready to throw hands.
He keeps the drawings his kids make on his desk, alongside a photo of you and your kids. Literally just stares at it while working smiling, unable to wait till he's home with the kids. They are his pride and joy genuinely.
No matter how over-worked Nanami may be though, when he comes home you are basically on vacation. Insists you rest and he takes over literally everything involving the kids.
"Darling, darling no, I got this covered. You take rest. You know I love spending time with my kids." He says with an earnest smile, both kids in his beefy arms just dangling around and playing with their father. He's definitely exhausted from work, but that never stops him.
• Sukuna •
The King of the Curses, as cruel and terrifying as he is, taking pleasure in all sorts of sickness and treating love as pointless, legitimately likes his kid.
He doesn't care about fatherhood, or the responsibilities that being a parent entails, but it's nice having a mini version of himself around. That he likes. An extension of himself and you, it's nice to have around he doesn't mind it. He may act aloof about it, not outwardly showing affection like hugs or kisses, but he clearly enjoys it.
He gets a massive ego trip when his kids cause chaos and disturbances. Points at them laughing with his belly "See that? That's mine."
Sukuna never minces his words though, and his kids have to get used to his bluntness. Again, he doesn't care for the concept of 'parenting', and will in their face call the kid some extreme insults and weak and they have to learn to take it.
On the flip side, Sukuna also never minces his praise, and Sukuna has an abundance to give his kids. Every accomplishment or show of strength that they show he'll let them know he's proud. A good ol' fashioned fatherly slap to their shoulder while he praises them.
He treasures his children, and even if he doesn't put much effort into parenting them, you taking over most of it, he's definitely a present figure in their lives.
• Toji •
Went to get milk, hasn't been seen since.
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novulen · 3 days
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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐓𝐈𝐏)𝐒! — *:ꔫ:*
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"Kento!" You call out as you hear the front door swing open after the telltale and familiar jingle of his keys. After aching to see your lover all day, you practically run up to him, arms acting on their own and nwrapping around his neck.
You take in his cedar wood cologne, basking in the comfort and relaxation the smell provides to your nerves. "I missed you."
Nanami drinks in the feeling of your soft body in his hold and smiles. "I missed you too."
After your mushy greetings, and a quick kiss, Nanami allows you to shrug off his suit jacket. Your touch has always been so soothing to him, but somehow, today, you seem to be catering to him more than usual.
Escorting him to the couch and having him sit down, Nanami's essentially putty in your delicate hands as you straddle his lap.
"Sweetheart, is there something you need to tell me?" he asks, catching on to your stratagem, tilting his head, amused.
In a feigned fit of hurt you gasp, clutching your chest dramatically. "Ken, how could you?!" you frown, sighing into the skin of his neck soon after, knowing he's caught you. Nanami doesn't say anything, his steady breathing fanning past your ear.
"Okay, well..." he fights to bite back his delight, his eyebrows raising as he listens. "I want to get a new set," you mumble, placing your manicured hand in his.
Nanami gazes down at the pink acrylic, with white French tips completed with bow charms, and hums. "What's wrong with these?" he questions, taking your dainty hand in his rougher one, and inspects your fingers closer, unable to find anything flawed with your current set.
"I just have something else in mind. And I promise once you see them, you'll get why." you pout, innocent eyes peering up at him with that look you know he can't refuse.
How could he ever possibly say no to that irresistible look--how could he ever say no to you?
Now having fell into your own trap, a noise of deep contemplation rumbles from Nanami's chest.
Hell, he has the money, why not?
"Alright. When do you need the money, love?" he questions, and Kento swears he can't hear his own thoughts with how loud you squeal in glee.
"Thank you, ken," you swoon, your eyes overtaking a lusty, familiar hue. His breath catches in his throat as you kiss him, completely under your spell as you yet again escort him to another place, this time, your shared bedroom.
"By Friday, baby."
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Friday comes relatively smoothly. Nanami sends you the money--a hefty 350 for both your manicure and to get yourself something.
You get your nails done, and with every opportunity, hide them from him until the 'big moment'--or so you called it.
"Are you ready?" you ask, excited, as you hide your hands behind your back. Nanami sits on the bed, deliciously manspread, nodding along.
"Mhm.."
"Okay! Here it goes."
Slowly, you reveal your nails to him.
Utter silence takes over the bedroom.
You frown as you look at Nanami, an indifferent expression on his face. "You don't like them?"
He shakes his head. "No, I do. but they're just pink,"
And he's right, they're just pink. a brownish-blush pink acrylic—a color that oddly resembles the one of his tip.
"Well, yeah. That's the point, Ken." you smile, slowly advancing towards the blond sat on the bed. Placing yourself on his lap, you begin to speak again.
"doesn't this color seem...I don't know, familiar?" Your lips are now snaking up his neck, soft and plush. Nanami finds it hard to speak when you're on him like this, talking in that tone.
"I--" he stutters, attempting his best to inspect your fingertips. "No."
You giggle, a breathy laugh fanning across his skin.
Perhaps once you compare he’ll get it.
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kamiversee · 3 days
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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏
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✧.* CHAPTER 52 || The Things Done in Private
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[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, smut, & angst if u squint.
[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.6k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
[ [ chapters mlist } ]
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——WHILE YOU WERE BUSY confessing your love to Choso and having that long-ass conversation in his car, Geto and Yuki had been left in the cafe.
When you initially left to chase after Choso, Geto and Yuki turned to each other before laughing. They found the entire thing entertaining more than ever and swore they were watching a drama unfold.
But, after the shared laughter, Yuki smacked Geto’s arm, “Now, why the hell did you cause all that?” She asked with a raised brow.
Geto snickered, “Because there’s too much they don’t know about each other.”
Yuki scoffed, “Meaning?”
“I can’t explain it all to you since it’s not my place but, trust me when I say, there are things she needs to talk to him about,” Geto explained vaguely.
“Right… So you and her really were good friends?”
“We could’ve ended up besties,” Geto hums, shrugging to himself, “But, I didn’t want to put myself between her and…”
“Her and Choso?” Yuki questions with a tilt of her head.
“No, someone else,” Geto murmurs. He didn’t want to mention Gojo again because, in his mind, Yuki didn’t need to know all of your business, “Anyway, I brought up Sukuna to help the two. Watch them come back as a married couple within the next thirty minutes.”
Yuki scoffs, “Y’know what, let’s bet on it!” She exclaims, moving to stick her hand out, “Thirty minutes; she comes back alone ready to kick your ass because you fucked it all up for her.”
Geto snickers and moves to shake the blonde’s hand, “Thirty minutes; they come back together happier than ever.”
The two shake each other’s hands firmly, solidifying their bet and deciding that the loser would have to buy the winner something.
Turns out they were both wrong though because as they spent the rest of their time together talking and catching up, two hours had passed, and neither you nor Choso had returned. It was raining outside and the sound of thunder is what caused Geto to remember the bet made.
He turned to look out the window behind him, seeing how hard it was raining, and letting out a scoff, “Seems we were both wrong.”
“Think they’re okay?” Yuki asks.
“I’m sure they’re fine,” Geto shrugged, “Probably long gone by now anyway.”
Yuki sighed and moved to rest her cheek against her knuckles, “That’s no funn, they were supposed to come backkk…”
Geto shakes his head at the woman as he moves to stand up, her eyes following him, “It’s for the best, I’m sure. Plus, it started raining not too long after they walked out so it makes sense they didn't come back.”
She rolls her eyes at him, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Where are you going?”
“Home,” Geto sighs, “I have a roommate to feed.”
Yuki lets out a snort, “To feed? You talk about Gojo as if he were a pet.”
“He is sometimes,” The raven-haired male jokes, “But I meant I should go home and tell him what happened here, he’d want to know.”
She raises a brow, “Why?”
“He’s nosy and will wanna know why I stayed out longer than I told him I would,” Geto explains, chuckling to himself as he grabs his things.
“So basically,” Yuki starts laughing a bit, “You have to keep your boyfriend updated with your social life?”
Geto frowns, “He’s not my boyfriend, stop that.”
The woman begins to snicker, “Right, right, sure.”
Geto rolls his eyes and after grabbing his bag, he turns to walk away, “I’ll see you later, Yuki.”
“Oh come onn, you can’t just leave me here!” She huffs, “At least give me a ride homeee…”
“Nope, you’re the one who thought a bike would be a better investment than a car,” Geto replies as he furthers away from her.
The sound of her groaning dramatically is the last thing Geto hears before exiting the cafe. He was lucky enough to have an umbrella in the bag he brought with him so he quickly opened the item and swung it up and over his head.
Making his way through the parking lot, he sees that Choso’s car is no longer where it was earlier and the sight makes Geto curious. He then glances to where he remembers your car being parked and once he sees it was left in the same place, he smiles to himself.
He knew things would work out just fine.
After that, Geto makes it to his vehicle and steadily gets in. Today was quite the day and he started to wonder what his best friend was doing while you were here at the cafe all this time…
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The answer to that was simple. 
Gojo Satoru had been going through it at home. Since he had the apartment to himself and no Suguru to vent to because he was out, Gojo was quite literally losing his mind.
From the second you walked out the door, Gojo rested his head against it and wondered if he should go after you and take everything he said back. Perhaps there was a way for him to fix things-
Yeah, no. He purged those thoughts from his mind the moment they came. And of course, to make matters worse, you left him with an annoying tent in his pants.
Gojo let out a groan as he lifted his head from the door and trudged to his bedroom. He kicked his door shut and shuffled over to his bed, laying face first against it and grunting at the friction against his member.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Gojo grumbled to himself. It was one of those aggravating boners that wouldn’t die down.
You often left him like this too. Nearly every time Gojo had the pleasure of kissing you, he’d gotten hard. Whether it was during the kiss or directly after, it never mattered, his cock always sprung up because of you.
Hell, even on Christmas when you first hugged him he had to control his body. You made him feel like a teenager with the way the smallest touches from you went straight to his dick.
As of now, his tip was leaking in precum the more he thought about you. Gojo had to shift around to lay on his back, his legs hanging off the bed as he stared up at his ceiling still thinking about you.
Do you know what you do to him?  Are you aware of how much the very idea of you turns him on? Gojo shuts his eyes to try and calm his thoughts but it’s no help, the second his eyelids shut, he’s picturing you all over again.
His hand moves on its own to rest over the bulge in his sweats as he has images of you staring up at him in his head, the sound of you uttering his name simply echoing through his brain.
Fuck, he loved the way you said his name. His fingers curl around his length and he palms himself through his clothes. He’d do anything to hear you moan his name again.
It feels like it’s been forever. Part of Gojo feels like he should’ve kept you with him longer. You were in such a perfect position too, all he’d have to do was lift you up against that door and fuck you right then and there.
His hand movements over the prominent print of his cock grow more eager and Gojo sighs heavily. Then, he decides that his boner isn’t going to go down on its own so he might as well just take care of it already.
Gojo starts to move around, shifting his sweats down enough and sitting up while pulling his phone out. He could use his imagination of you to get off no problem but, another idea had come to mind. It was perverted of him but he didn’t care.
His fingers tapped over his phone screen quickly, moving to head to the nearest social app, which in this case was Instagram. He knew yours by heart and was quick to type it in, feeling like such a pervert as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
Gojo was beyond desperate so he went through your page, finding a picture of you from the summertime. The caption said something about the last photo being taken by Shoko but Gojo wasn’t paying attention to any of that.
There was a collection of images posted, one in particular imprinted in the man’s brain from a while ago. He swiped through the images before he landed on it. It was taken in a bathroom, dim lighting showing what was important and good god Gojo’s cock was twitching at the sight.
It was the only image posted that could be considered a thirst trap. You hand one hand on the counter and the other up at your lip, the pose seeming as though you were checking yourself out in the mirror. In your reflection, your cleavage was exposed and one of the straps to the thin tank top you wore was hanging off your shoulder.
You were braless but no one could really tell unless they paid close enough attention, which Gojo did. Then, the entirety of your back profile was revealed as well, the arch you had as you leaned forward and the way the small shorts you wore clung to your ass made Gojo let out a heavy breath.
This was so fucked up. He shouldn’t be doing this but there he was anyway, reaching his hand into his briefs and tugging his cock out.
So much of your skin was exposed and the shorts you were wearing was the perfect tease. Gojo knew what you looked like beneath all that after all, he knows what you feel like, what you smell like, what you sound like.
So, this photo of you was just enough to feed his imagination. He knew you at the time this picture was taken, just never talked to you. 
Even so, none of that mattered right now, not when this one photo was enough to have Gojo’s mind running rampant. His hand started moving on its own, a groan leaving his lips as his fingers wrapped around his cock and he began to jerk himself off.
He’d done this plenty of times with you in mind but never to a photo before. What would you think if you saw him like this? Legs spread, veiny hands running up and down his shaft as his eyes remained glued to such a teasing picture.
“Fuck,” Gojo moaned, just thinking about you ever seeing him like this drove him crazy.
He soon tosses his phone and just leans back a little, focusing on relieving himself. All he needed was that image in mind to continue, his imagination coaxing him through his acts.
Gojo let out a pant as he started to picture you instead of his hand. He remembered so vividly how you forced him to list all the things he missed about you whilst teasing him, the way your index was swirling around his tip so teasingly— he mimicked the motion and had to bite his lip to conceal a whine.
He recalls how small your hand is compared to his cock and the way you’d jerked him off so slowly. Gojo has every moment with you imprinted into the forefront of his brain, if he thinks hard enough, he could almost feel you over him again.
Your cunt was always so damn wet, so tight, so fucking intoxicating. Gojo’s hand began to increase in pace, slick sounds of him jerking off filling his room. He wishes that the last time he had sex with you, he was able to touch you because fuck is it torture to think back on it now.
He wanted so badly to grab onto your hips and fuck his lengthy cock up into you, only to praise you for taking him so well. And then there was today and the sounds you let out just from a couple of kisses. How whiney and breathy your voice had been as you’d uttered a simple don’t stop while grinding against his leg.
Gojo missed touching you already. His eyes shut for a moment and his lips parted, a whine of your name leaving his lips. Now he was making up scenarios in his head, using that picture you posted as inspiration. He could only imagine the kind of sounds and expressions you’d make if he was ever able to fuck you from behind.
He can picture how your eyes would roll back, the way your jaw would drop and you’d moan his name over and over, and even how your ass would feel bouncing off his pelvis every time he thrust into you. Gojo would take any kind of sex from you right now.
Sloppy sex where it’s all just a mess and both of you are completely fucked out, slow sex where he’s deep inside you and whispering in your ear how much he loves you, or even rough sex where he’s fucking you dumb and hearing you whine about how you can’t take it— even though he knows you can.
“S-Shit-,” Gojo moans again, knowing that you can handle him just makes his mind go blank.
Hell, you’d probably tease him if he were to have sex with you now, tell him how he’s not deep enough just to rile him up, order him to fuck you harder, and cum inside you. Gojo’s wrist was getting tired from how hard and fast he began stroking his dick.
He needed you so badly. He could hardly bring himself to a proper orgasm anymore. His eyes open and his free hand reaches for his phone again, this time he does something even more desperate. Gojo went to his voicemails, having one saved from you.
It was a while ago and you were cursing him out for something but his brain was too dazed with arousal to remember. What he wanted to hear was simply you saying his name. His thumb was shaking a bit as he went through the message you left, up until he heard your voice mutter his name.
“Satoru-,” He couldn’t hear anything else after that and his head went back, hand stroking himself even faster as he replayed that second of you voicing his name.
“Mmgh… fuck, n-need you s’bad, sweetheart,” He mumbled out, as if you could hear him. Gojo was releasing his moans and groans more freely now.
He soon looked down at how his hand slid up and down his cock so quickly, the amount of precum that’d come out smothering his length and making it seem like he already came. Gojo whined and even whimpered when he pictured you above him, you rode his dick so well that he’d never be able to forget it.
He vividly recalls how your folds parted around his cock, how eagerly your cunt sucked him in. Shit, speaking of sucking, he wished he got to experience that mouth of yours. 
Geto bragged about it to him before, telling him you knew how to throat cock surprisingly well. How you’d keep your eyes up despite them watering and flicking to the back of your head. The way you felt moaning around his shaft-, Gojo was losing it.
He had dropped his phone to the side again and his free hand went to his bedsheets, knuckles turning white as his fingers curled into them. His cock ached in his hand, tip twitching as he started to cum mid-stroke. 
He didn’t stop though, whimpering out your name so softly as his dick remained hard and he started overstimulating himself.
“Oh shit-,” Gojo moaned into the air, “F-Fuck, fuck… god-,” He tossed his head back again and the wet sounds of him jerking off grew even louder and messier as he spread his cum all over his cock.
You had him this much of a mess. He got this horny because of you. Gojo doesn’t know if he’s ever feined for sex from a specific person this badly in his life. He’d take anything from you, even a text from you right now would help him.
He ended up laying back as he kept stroking himself, recalling the smallest moments with you to get himself off. For example, when you had sex with Suguru, he remembers how you moaned and how loud everything was. He remembers the sound of you creaming around his best friend.
Gojo’s member was twitching again while he remembered how loudly the slap of your skin to his best friend’s was. His hand squeezes around his cock and he chokes as he recalls you riding him in a similar way. His dick had just slipped in and out of you so nicely, so perfectly, he wanted to feel that again.
Then Gojo could only imagine what you were like with other guys, what things you did with them, and how you looked doing so. 
He cums yet again at the thought and wonders if you knew the things you did to his body. His orgasm was fine but he swore it’d be better if you were here.
Gojo’s hand eventually came to a stop and he relaxed himself, his cock softening as he huffed out heavy pants. How the hell was he ever going to function properly without you?
He knows he has to but it’d be hard. Did he really just let you go? He could’ve kept blackmailing you…
No. You’d hate that. You’d probably cry. Yeah, Gojo didn’t like thinking about that again. Seeing you cry and even once hearing you cry over the phone still haunted him.
He just finished jerking off to you and now all he can think about is the shit he put you through. But hey, at least it’s over now, right? At least you’re happy.
And safe.
That’s all he cares about at the end of the day. Gojo’s heart will heal. He’ll move on eventually. He’ll go back to normal sooner or later.
Right?
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Wrong. Within the next hour, Gojo was jerking off again.
He had a problem at this point because he was standing beside his bed with a picture of you on his phone as he got off to it. These acts of his just continued.
The slightest thought of you for some reason made his cock twitch back to life. Was he in heat or something? It’s like his body was craving you today more than ever and he didn’t know why.
Sessions of getting off to different pictures and thoughts of you went on and on up until the sound of Geto calling Gojo’s name was heard.
By that point, Gojo was sweating and he had to rush around his bedroom to clean himself off before responding to his roommate.
“Uh, g-gimme’ a sec’,” Gojo huffed.
Even from outside his room, Geto knew what had been going on. After all, it wasn’t the first time he came home to Gojo thirsting after you. Hell, there was a time Geto walked by the bathroom and heard Gojo moan your name.
He knew his white-haired friend had a problem but he never really knew just how bad it was. Or at least, he didn’t know Gojo was simply obsessed with you.
“Satoru, you can’t keep doing this man,” Geto sighed out to his friend.
They hadn’t even laid eyes on one another and Geto already knew what was taking Gojo so long to come out.
After a minute or two, Gojo emerges from his room. Geto had to blink a few times at the sight of his best friend because he was simply a mess.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes were low, heavy pants leaving his lips, the shirt he clearly just put on already had sweat on it, and overall Gojo looked like he just run a marathon.
“Can’t keep doing what?” Gojo questioned casually.
Geto gave the man a blank stare as if to say he’s not dumb and he knew his best friend better than anyone but, afterward, he simply rolled his eyes, “Never mind.” He hums before turning away and heading toward their shared kitchen.
Gojo carefully followed behind his friend as he tried to clear his thoughts of you, “What do you mean never mind? I can’t keep doing what?”
“Jerking off to a woman who’s in love with someone else,” Geto says bluntly.
There’s a slight pang in Gojo’s chest but he ignores it as they both enter the kitchen, “I wasn’t-“
“Satoru, as soon as I walked in here, it smelt like dick…” He grumbles, his face twisting up in slight disgust.
“I-,” Gojo blinks and tilts his head innocently, “How do you know what dick smells like?”
Geto turns and looks at his friend with a blank stare, “I have one, idiot.”
“Okay but-“
“Enough, Satoru.” Geto says sternly, “I know what you were doing in there and there’s no need to deny it.”
“Right…” Gojo’s lips purse together as he goes to take a seat at the island in the middle of their kitchen.
“And I actually ran into your nut material earlier today.” The raven-haired male suddenly says before opening the fridge.
Gojo scoffs, “Nut material? Please don’t call her that.”
Geto snickers at his own comment, “That’s what you treat her like.”
Gojo frowns, “I do not-“
“Saw her with Choso, by the way.” Geto interrupts as he swipes a bottle of water out of the fridge.
“Oh.” Gojo chirps. Then his eyes go wide, “Oh?!”
“Yeah, oh.” He hums.
“How uh,” Gojo swallows hard. He can only imagine what it was like for you to be in the same area as Geto and Choso at the same time, “How did that go?”
“Oh I started an argument.” Geto shrugs before shutting the fridge and opening his water casually.
Gojo’s face twists up, “You what? Why would you do that? And how?”
“Brought up Sukuna just to test the waters, turns out she doesn’t know much about him aaaand Choso was obviously unaware that she slept with him.” Geto snickers a bit as he recalls how it went down.
“Y-You… You could’ve fucked everything up for her!” Gojo suddenly shouts.
His roommate doesn’t seem to get why that’s a bad thing, “Wouldn’t that have worked out in your favor?”
“No, no the fuck it wouldn’t have.” Gojo spits.
“And why not?”
“Because-,” Gojo lets out a heavy sigh, “The only reason she fucked Sukuna is because of me so who do you think she would’ve started hating again?”
Geto nods, thinking that his friend has made a fair point before he comments, “But at least she would’ve come back to you.”
“Yeah, come back to me hurting and pissed off.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Suguru, I don't want her to be with me, I want her to be happy,” Gojo explains.
His friend raises a brow at him, “Your actions say otherwise.”
“How?”
“When she left on Christmas you went in your room and cried the rest of the night.” He recalls.
Gojo scoffs, “I-“
“You don’t go a day without talking about her.” Geto continues.
“Suguru-“
“You’ve been talking about this woman for like three years now,” He reminds the man, “I’m not sure happiness is what you want for her. I think you just want her.”
Gojo stares for a long moment before looking away, “Well I can’t have her.”
“Why not?”
“Because I blackmailed her?” He says.
Geto tilts his head, “So?”
“What do you mean so?”
“Did she not forgive you?”
“Well she did but-“
“Then why couldn’t she have been with you?”
Gojo lets out a groan, “Because that’s fucked up, Suguru.”
“I think we established that a long time ago.” Geto scoffs, “Who cares if it’s fucked up? You pushed her away from you when she wanted to be fucked up with you.”
“She didn’t. She hated me and hated loving me even more.”
“And she has every right to but you’re missing the most important thing here; she loved you.”
“She shouldn’t have.”
“But she did.”
“Okay well, I can’t make her happy.” Gojo results in saying as he shrugs.
Geto bats his eyelashes at the man in confusion, “Why not?”
“Because I just can’t.”
“I don’t get you, y’know. You can’t even tell me what’s going on and I’m your best friend?”
“It doesn’t matter now anyway,” Gojo dismisses his question entirely, “The list is over and she’s happy.”
“Is she?” Geto challenges.
“Yes, yes she is.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I just do.”
Geto blinks, “That makes no sense-“
“Suguru, she’s happy now. Alright? Just leave it alone.” Gojo sighs.
The two get quiet after that. Geto moves to sip from his water and Gojo simply sits there with a tense expression.
After a while of silence, Geto just begins to explain how the entire cafe situation went from start to finish. He tells Gojo how he basically spilled the necessary info in order to give you the opportunity to tell Choso the truth.
Gojo asks why exactly he did that and Geto just tells him that he was right, you did seem happy but he knew that happiness wouldn’t last if the things you’d been doing never came to light. Again, Gojo gets upset and the two even argue about it.
That only results in Geto telling Gojo how you and Choso worked it all out anyway because when he left, your car was still there but Choso’s wasn’t.
Gojo couldn’t believe his best friend, even though the man was trying to help you, things could’ve gone so much worse for you. And knowing that made Gojo anxious because his best friend said that either way— Gojo would win.
If things went bad between you and Choso, you would’ve come back to Gojo without a doubt. But, since things went fine, Gojo still got what he wanted, which is you being happy.
So, Geto basically explains that what he caused was a win-win situation for his roommate who he knows cares oh so deeply about you.
Given that, by the end of their conversation, Gojo is still bothered by the chance of things almost going south for you but, he’s still thankful to his best friend to some extent. It’s not the worst thing that could’ve happened after all…
Thus resulting in Gojo back in his bedroom later that night, staring at your contact and wondering if he should call you. He didn’t want to ruin anything of course, he simply wanted to get info from you on how things went.
He knows you ended up leaving with Choso but that doesn’t tell him everything else that happened. Then again, Gojo is supposed to see you again to burn that cursed journal of yours so, he shuts his phone off and decides to simply wait until then.
He’ll learn everything when he sees you again and hopefully… Hopefully Gojo will be able to let you go. There’s too much guilt inside him to hold onto you any longer so he sees the burning of that journal as the end of a dark era for him.
That’ll be the end of his story with you, right?
Yeah, Gojo grins to himself, he thinks he can live with that.
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GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢
KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???
NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙
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Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse User, is finally captured and sentenced to death after years on the run. The reader feels her grasp on morality quickly unravel, when her ex-boyfriend breaks down any inhibitions she thought she still had.
Warnings: 18+, smut, MDNI, Bad!Nanami, really a reprehensible man, rough sex, bondage, forced orgasm, multiple sessions, coercion, dubcon, tw: gaslighting, tw: abuse, reader is obsessed and hopelessly in love, and Nanami Kento takes full advantage of that.
*I absolutely do not endorse a relationship like this, and I must insist that anyone who reads this sees it as the red flag it is...ANYWAY...*
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You felt sick to your stomach.
"They caught him. Did you hear?"
You stumbled through the rain, barely composed, your heart in your mouth. Anxious desperation clawed up your spine, on your way to get the fix that you had been withdrawing from for so long.
"Yeah, Gojo got him, obviously. No, no, he's alive, for now."
Mud spattered up the backs of your legs, tripping through puddles, passing under rain-hush willows, Torii gates, and so many graves filled by his hand. His hands that you knew. His hands that knew you, so intimately, a body and soul so untouched by anyone else ever since and ever again.
"Nanami Kento. The Nanami Kento...scheduled for execution. Finally."
You reached corridors, a caretaker shouting in indignation as you tracked mud all over his freshly polished floorboards. You gained speed, running, ready for his face his hands his smell his eyes his body his heart and yours that was always his forever his still his--
"You shouldn't go in there." Your hand retracted so briefly over the handle of the door to the execution chambers. Feeling cold drip down your spine, not knowing if it was rainwater, sweat, or Gojo's voice behind you, you shivered. You felt him approach. A long hand on your shoulder; protective, apologetic, grieving.
"I...I'm sorry. I didn't want it to be this way. But you shouldn't go down there. He's...bad for you." You sniffed, straightening yourself, steeling against him. Gojo was so insignificant to you in this moment. "Are you keeping watch? Is there anyone else?" Gojo sighed, knowing better than to argue with you, feeling dread creep through him regardless. He leaned back on the wall, hands in his pockets, eyes downcast. You heard your own heartbeat, amplified hummingbird's wings. You heard the rain, cleansing on the leaves, but weighing you down with your sin. You felt the thread on your finger, trapped beneath that door and running down the stairs.
"No. No, it's just me. I...understand. Whatever you want to do, I...I understand." You felt the ghosts in this corridor. You felt the footsteps long since gone. You felt the shadows of the other half of Gojo's soul. Ah, yes, you thought, raindrops running down your cheeks, you would understand, of course.
"There will be a gap in the guard. At midnight. Just five minutes. Ten, if you're lucky." Gojo turned, facing down the corridor. You could smell the regret. The weight of his own failures haunted him. He sensed your fingers grip the handle, squeezing down, taking your life into your own hands.
He would give you this, what he had prevented you from taking five years ago. He would not see another whole broken into halves. He would not regret, for a moment now or for years to come. Behind him, your other hand, cold and damp, reached out and squeezed Gojo's. He felt the farewell upon your skin. "Thank you, Satoru. I love you." "I love you, too. Be good." You wracked with need, trembling down those spiraled steps. They took you so deeply underground, that you could feel the earthen chill of ages past upon your skin, and you welcomed the death and rebirth, shedding the life you had left at the surface.
You knew Nanami Kento would, inevitably, be your downfall. And yet...you had shared a room with death so many times, now, that you would not fear him reaching for your hand. You paused near the bottom of the stairs, soaked in the soft orange glow of ten thousand illuminated paper charms. You felt him. He beat you to it. "I can smell you." Your knees almost buckled; that voice. It ran through you, spitting hot oil in cold blood. You flurried down the rest of the steps with numb feet, rounding the corner. The breath rushed out of you, into him, and he smiled at you, so much wider than he used to, all canines and white.
Nanami Kento was bound to a small chair, barely enough to hold the sheer width of him. In this short (long too long so long) five years, he had grown from a man, to a beast, his shoulders hulking and mountainous, scars littered across his forearms and collarbones.
His white shirt was bloodstained-- mostly someone else's, you assumed, but some from Kento himself. Kento was scuffed, bruised, red at the corner of his lip. His parting remained, disheveled from his capture. His harness, the brown leather soft and aged, strained against his chest and shoulders. His blunt blade rested, leant against the wall in a dingy corner of the room.
The only thing holding back what you knew would be Kento's enormous, overwhelming power, were the ropes that restrained him. You fingered at the blade of the Cursed tool in your pocket. He was...ethereally beautiful. You felt the last vestiges of yourself pass to him, blissfully unaware he would take so much more from you yet. His smile grew, eyes full of searingly cold ice, sneering at you as tears built in your eyes.
"You're crying for me?" He cooed, soft and mocking, "Why is that? You made your choice, all those years ago." "You were the one who left." "You were the one who stayed," he growled, lurching forwards against his bonds, chest heaving and straining, snarling. Expecting you to step backwards, instead, he felt the sick satisfaction of you stepping closer instead-- drawn in by his gravity. "You didn't give me a choice, Kento," you begged, shameless, "You didn't come for me. I couldn't find you." Kento huffed, scoffing, twisting against his restraints. "Fuck off," he scorned, spitting a wad of blood to the floor, "I came for you. The night I found you in Gojo's bed, of all people." You frowned, remembering the night Kento snapped and executed two dozen colleagues in his offices, years after leaving Jujutsu High. Remembering the news reaching you third-hand, through whispers in the corridors, as you had headed to Jujutsu High to see if anyone had heard from him. Remembering Gojo's grim confirmation, how you had collapsed in his arms, carved in two. Remembering how he had taken you home with him, tucked you into his bed, where you slept fitfully, alcohol-soaked to numb the nightmares. Your stomach filled with ice water. "You were-- you were there?" You choked, tears spilling over, "At Gojo's? You were there?" "Tell me," Kento commanded, his lip curled, "how many hours it was, after you heard? How many hours before you let Gojo Satoru fuck you like some desperate little whore? How many hours it was before I found you in his bed." You shook your head, brutally injured by his venom, punctuating him with sobs and denial as his voice rose.
"Three? Four? So devastated, it took another man fucking his seed into you before you could get over the loss of your lover? And you have the fucking audacity to come in here and cry over me?" Kento strained forwards, teeth bared as he sniffed deeply, breathing out with a satisfied smirk, a laugh, deep and smoky. "Can't smell him on you now, though," he mocked, filthy and merciless, "I thought he liked pathetic little scraps like you, but I suppose one fuck was enough to tell him you belonged to someone else, just as much as he did."
Kento already knew, of course, that Satoru would not have taken you even once. Kento felt his cock swelling against his thigh with your anguished begging. "Is that what he told you? To make you leave?" Your head swam with the revelation that Kento had come back for you, the rage that Satoru had lied and sent Kento away. You shook your head, dropping to your knees before him; desperate for his approval, full of dreadful fear of rejection.
"Nobody else," you pressed, crawling forwards and squeezing his thighs with cold little hands as he scoffed again, looking away, "ever. Kento. Ever, ever, for years. There won't ever be--" Kento suppressed his smirk, reeling you in after you bit so willingly. He leaned down to you, his cock twitching at the memory of the last time you knelt between his legs, looking up at him with wide wet eyes. He allowed his breath to ghost over your neck, seeing your skin prickle. He softened his face, nectar and promise in his eyes. "...you and Gojo...you didn't...?" His voice was soft, gentle, hopeful. Your head shot up, fingers digging deeper into his thighs as your eyes brimmed over again, thrilled by his belief, his trust in you. His lips were so close to yours, that you felt his hot ashen breath upon your tongue, dragon's fire, those whiskey-soaked eyes flicking across your face. God, if I'd known it would be this easy, Kento thought, maliciously possessive, I'd have let you find me years ago. His cock twitched at the feel of your hands clawing his thighs. He imagined fucking you down into the bed while you clawed at him, struggling, gasping and crying.
"Never," you promised, chasing his face with yours, while Kento withdrew just enough to maintain a teasing closeness, "he lied. He lied to you." Kento's cock twitched again, thirsty for your desperation.
Kento smiled again, that beautiful, cloud-parting smile, and you preened into him. He hummed, leaning forwards so briefly to brush his nose against yours. Your breath left you in a shudder as his voice passed over your lips;
"That's good...good girl. I couldn't bear to think of anyone else's hands on my beautiful girlfriend."
You sunk into his sudden warmth, your hands stroking up his thighs, his hips, up his ribs and shoulders. He allowed you to embrace him like this, for just a moment. Prickling with fear, you felt the frost form over him once more. Kento sneered again.
"...she's gone though, I think. Rotting here, festering with the dregs of Jujutsu Society. Willing to live and die a pawn. Scum. Less than scum."
Kento sighed, withdrawing from you fully, his back against the chair, turning his head as you tried to cup his jaw in your hands. He shook you off, face twisted with disgust. He was thrilled to watch a part of you shrivel and recoil, before reaching out harder, begging in fractured whispers, clawing for dry land.
"You had your chance. You're too wet for my life. You couldn't do what I do, live how I live. You couldn't lie, cheat, extort, torture, murder. You're too soft." Kento's lip curled in disgust as you pressed yourself between his legs, begging, beseeching, "To think of all the cum I wasted by fucking it into you." He hoped you couldn't feel him, hard and throbbing against your belly.
"--anything you want-- I'll do anything you want-- please--"
"Please what?" Kento shot, shaking the ropes around him with thick, scarred arms, "I'll be dead before dawn. And I want some peace and quiet. You're nothing to me now."
A part of you died, shattered by his rejection. Clapping a hand over your mouth, your shivers threatening vomit, you sat back on the floor, pressing your face into your knees, sobbing and abandoned for a second time.
"It's a shame," Kento scorned, tutting, "we were beautiful, once. But I'd rather die than have you be my only fucking option."
Kento felt you break, and it was delicious.
You shook within, panicking at his imminent second abandonment...but you were more determined than ever to prove yourself to him. You would sell your soul. You would sell the lives of your fellow sorcerers. You would sell your dignity, your self-respect, your whole being. Having Kento in any form, even this cold-hearted killer, was better than the agony of his death, where you would surely die with him.
From your pocket, hands shaking, you withdrew a blade; a special grade cursed weapon, stolen, illicit. You reached around Kento, breathing deeply of the sweat, sandalwood and copper tang on his skin. You pressed the blade into the hands bound behind his chair. You turned, hesitated...and walked away.
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You could not bear to return to your apartment. You had staggered past Gojo, reeling from Kento's biting rebuttal. You had wiled away the evening in some backwater ditch of a bar, sinking into spirits and self-loathing.
You waited to be found...by him, or by your colleagues, for execution as an accomplice to his escape. You didn't care anymore. You would die at his hands, or theirs, and cling onto that final shivering bliss of his bound body against yours. Even as a good man, he had always possessed you, more than you possessed yourself.
Walking to your door just after midnight, fumbling with the keys, you let yourself in, to spend a final night alone before your inevitable execution.
The alcohol numbed your senses, the darkness close around you. You did not feel his approach, this killer in the shadows.
All at once, you felt an enormous hand clasp over your mouth, and another pinning your wrists behind your back, tugging you backwards against a body, such an immovable chilly presence. A whisper, a tongue grazing against the side of your throat.
"I want you screaming...but not yet." You arched back into Kento's body, seeking a warmth he didn't have any more. The man you knew was long-since dead.
You felt his hand loosen, drifting slowly from your mouth, to your throat, squeezing just tightly enough to make your breath hitch, examining the length of your throat from the outside with a hum. You smelled the cigarettes and whiskey on his breath.
"I'm so proud of you," Kento purred, stepping you slowly through your apartment, pushing you towards your bedroom, "such a good girl...I knew you'd pass the test." Your heart swelled with his praise, but a lingering doubt soured the edges of your tongue.
"--how did you-- s'too early, Kento-- the guard--"
"Guard?" Kento laughed, booming with genuine mirth, "Some scrap of a boy in a beanie? Please. They'll find what's left of him in the morning."
"Oh--Ino--" you felt tears prickle on your lash line, your breath leaving you with a gasp as Kento tossed you face down on your bed. You tried to turn back to look at him, but felt his hand grip the back of your neck, shoving you roughly into the sheets. You shivered, fingers clenching as you heard the telltale clink of his belt undoing, the soft shhhk-shhhk-shhhk of Kento unthreading it from his waist.
"Oh, Ino!" Kento mocked, "Shut the fuck up, before I make you shut up," his voice pitched and ruthless. His face twisted as you trembled, noting smears of blood left by his hands on your wrists. You smelled the copper tang over his sweat and stale cologne. You knew you would never reject him, already wet with the promise of him coming back for you.
Kento softened momentarily, knowing he would struggle to fit inside you if you were scared and trembling. The faintest ghost of him wanted to pull you into his arms. The ice over his old soul knew he'd break if it cracked.
Kento crawled over you, his black trousers unzipped, cock straining against the tight fabric of his boxers. He clasped your hands, binding them with his tie to the head of the bed. You were so ready for him to take back what was his, that you didn't hear his next words, rumbling and gravelly on the back of your neck.".
"Keep still, and do as you're told. I'm sure you remember the old safe word...if I care to listen."
You felt your skirt forced up to bunch around your waist, heard a fabric rrriiip of your tights and underwear being shredded away from your core. Kento breathed heavily as he knelt above you, hooking his cock and heavy balls out, stroking himself with one thick hand as his fingers jabbed between your legs, sinking between your folds with little to no regard for your pleasure.
You jolted, squeaking against the sudden intrusion. Kento letting out another rich, smoky laugh as he sunk two thick fingers into your entrance.
"...ahhh, lovely. Can you warm my fingers up for me?" Kento laughed again, drawing out into a stilted growl as he jerked his cock eagerly to your tight wet walls around his digits. You panted into the sheets, Kento releasing his cock you squeeze your arse as he fucked you with his fingers, leaving bruising fingerprints before slapping the skin harshly, groaning as your fat jiggled, flushing with the abuse.
"-- better than some common whore...shit. Such a good girl...getting me out of there. Maybe I'll keep you around...just to fuck, my sweet little cocksleeve. Or are you better than that?"
"--anything, I'll be anything you want-- Kento-- please please take me with you please--" Pleasure burned in your belly as you heard the wet slaps of his hand, masturbating himself again to the sight of his fingers moulding you to the shape of him.
You filled with a burning need to be what he wanted you to be, so exhausted by life, so bitter and ready for someone else to take control. Kento did so, gladly, withdrawing his fingers to your disappointed groan. He slapped your backside again in punishment, once, twice, three times until you learned your lesson, biting your lip against your cries.
"You'll come on my cock, or not at all," he snapped at you, impatient, with his pre-cum dripping down your folds as his cock grazed at the entrance to your prone, bound body. He rammed his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to lick him clean, low voice husky with need at the feeling of your tongue swiping over him.
Pressing one hand down on the back of your neck, before raising it to yank sharply on your hair, Kento fucked into you without warning, pressing hard, to bottom out immediately. Your scream was choked, your neck hyperextended back at the insistent pull of your hair. Your body ached and strained against his use of you, and you revelled in it, in too deep to care about how wrong it was. You stung with the size of him, always big, and so much bigger without preparation.
"--haaaah fuck-- good girl...fuck you through it-- fuck you through it-- scream all you like-- been waiting for this for so long--" Kento crushed your body flush under his, so heavy that he forced the air out of you, making you lightheaded against the raw pleasure of his cock pounding into you without mercy, simply chasing his own orgasm.
Kento's skin electrified with the sinful joy of stealing pleasure from you, ripping his shirt and harness off over his head with a fractured growl. He gripped your bound hands, slipping a hand under you to squeeze your throat, his hips slapping into you with agonising bliss. He cursed and spat against the pleasure, demeaning you and praising you in equal measure.
Breathing hard and fast, Kento saw a bead of his sweat fall to the back of your neck, and leaned down to bite you there, hard, mounting you like an animal as he fucked you harder, faster. Your clit throbbed, untouched, but you lost yourself in the deep primal ecstasy coiling in your belly. You felt the telltale twitches of his thighs and abs against your legs and back, knowing from his frantic jagged moans that Kento was about to cum, before remembering--
"Ken--Kento--oooh--ooh, Ken," you cried, whimpering as his cock bullied against your cervix, "...'m not-- not on-- pull out Ken--"
Kento jerked and groaned, grinning that wide sharp-canined grin again, his laugh leaving him in ragged breaths as his balls drew up close, ready to spill; "--fuck...pull-out? Not a--haaah-- fucking chance, without the safe word, sweetheart." Kento fucked you faster, challenging you as your cock-addled brain clasped at straws, trying desperately to remember, fuck what was it--
Kento gasped, his orgasm starting to wash over him, "Too late," he jeered, and came with a broken hushed roar, rutting his cock inside you so his seed would spurt, coating you, thick and sticky, all over your deepest walls. Kento didn't give a shit that you hadn't come-- and neither did you, trembling and mewling as his length jerked thick heavy ropes inside you.
As Kento pulled out, breathing hard, pumping his length a few more times to spill his last drops of seed across your back, he huffed out a humourless laugh, running his hand back through his hair; "'Pull out'...you'll take what I give you, and be grateful." Kento scooped up some seed, dripping from your cunt, shoving it roughly back inside you.
"What fucking use are you," he spat, ramming his fingers in you until you sobbed, squirming around him, "if you can't even keep my cum inside you? Pathetic." Your breath hitched, tears spilling over at his brutal mockery. Seeing your tears, hearing the lump in your throat, Kento cooed at you, clasping your jaw in one thick hand.
"Oh darling...don't be sad...just be better." He slapped at your cheek a few times, too stinging to be tender, pressing a hot wet kiss just beneath your eye. He stood up, stretching, padding over towards the door.
"I need a drink." Kento mused aloud. You pulled yourself up the bed, still tightly bound, clamping your legs together to keep his cum inside and win his approval. You almost wept with the bitter ache in your shoulders and arms, how your pussy stung, how worthless he thought you were. You heard the clink of bottles and glass in the kitchen.
Kento returned, sitting in the chair at the end of your bed, naked, legs crossed, as he poured himself a full glass of whiskey. You could not see him, your face pressed into the pillow. You couldn't see the cold, impassive gaze upon your bound, shivering form. You couldn't see the way he idly played with his cock, slowly stroking life back into it as his cum glistened on your folds.
"Let's play a game," Kento proposed finally, as sleep began to creep across you, "and if you win, I'll take you with me. If you lose, I'll leave you here for the dogs." Kento took a long drink, draining his glass with a satisfied hum, his cock now half-erect against his thigh.
Your determination peaked again, so certain you could make things right, and make Kento love you like he used to. You were a void, yearning to be filled.
"Yes, I-- I can do it-- anything," you pressed, voice strong and bold now, eager to shed the shell he had left you in. Kento refilled his glass, almost to the brim, grinning wolfishly. He reached into your bedside drawer, tipping his head and raising his eyebrows at you with a smirk, withdrawing a vibrator, and a dildo.
"So confident," Kento teased, a shadow of the way he used to play with you when he was softer, more restrained. He couldn't deny the flicker of joy he had felt at the old you, briefly rearing her head.
Kento emptied his hands for long enough to flip you to your back, binding your arms to the bed again, ripping your shirt and bra open at the middle, exposing your breasts and belly. Kento grabbed your nipple roughly, yanking it until you squealed, slapping it hard with a gravelly chuckle.
"Don't spill my drink." Kento ordered, picking his glass up, placing it on your chest, between your breasts. You faltered, stock still, staring up at him, uncertain.
"...I-- what?" Kento's slim brown eyes burned down at you, teasing the dildo against your sloppy cunt, before ramming it into you. You instinctively moved to squirm away with a cry, understanding almost a moment too late, the meniscus of the whiskey kissing the lip of the glass. You stilled completely, shuddering at the cold rubber filling your cunt to the belly, squelching with Kento's cum.
Kento hissed between his teeth, face twisted with nasty glee. He looked so animated, so alive with this hedonistic torture, such a far cry from who he once was.
"Close," he taunted, leaning down to brush his lips over yours, pulling away as you moved to kiss him, satisfied to hear you swear under your breath as he denied you. Kento flipped the wand vibrator in his hand deftly, switching it on and clicking to max out the vibration.
"Don't...spill my drink." Kento repeated slowly, pressing the brutally vibrating wand directly against your clit.
You saw stars, your body moving to convulse reflexively, and you gritted your teeth, eyes fixed on the wobbling glass on your sternum. Your legs shook, the pleasure too harsh to be enjoyable, feeling yourself being unwillingly dragged towards a bone-wracking orgasm.
"Kento please-- please stop please please-- I can't do it I can't keep still I can't--" You babbled at Kento, tears streaming, certain he may not acknowledge your safe word even if you did squeeze it out. Only your desperation to win him back stopped you from even trying.
"Then die here." Kento shrugged, stroking himself again as he pressed the wand harder against your clit, thrilled to hear you scream in anguish. Your orgasm hit you with stunning force, harsh wracks of pleasure pounding through you as your body remained rigid. Still, the whiskey did not spill.
Your teeth gritted around your cries, and you met Kento's eyes with a ferocity that used to make him hard in seconds. His cock twitched in his hand in memory, pre-cum dripping down to wet his fingers. Baring his teeth in a snarl now, Kento knelt between your legs, grabbing the dildo and fucking it into you with harsh strokes, pressing harder with the punishing vibrations of the wand.
Your body was on fire, every part of you burning, from bruised bound wrists, to your feet, crackling with electric overstimulation. You cursed, spitting out tearful bile at Kento.
"--Kento-- stop it-- you fucking monster-- I hate you-- you fucking left me and I hate you so just stop it--"
Kento grinned, growling out as he continued his messy overstimulation of you; "There! There she is! That's my girl...make me proud!...shit, you're a mess. Don't spill it now." As another orgasm hit you, a primal hideous landslide, you screamed with your head thrown back, woefully unable to dissipate the pleasure through movement.
Suddenly full of unbridled rage, the years of grief and abandonment pouring out of you, you snapped, certain you wanted to hurt him as he had hurt you.
The glinting madness in Kento's eyes, the way his hand worked his rigid cock harder as he released his grasp on the dildo, now ramming it back into you with his knee...he wanted this. He wanted you pouring with spite. With rage. He wanted the venom and the hatred. He wanted the raw unbridled loyalty that you promised him through this humid obsession.
"--let me go-- KENTO. I'm warning you--"
Kento laughed, rich and earthy, as he gripped you by the throat, pinning you to the bed. Your body was exhausted, groaning, all bone-deep and guttural aches. By the time your third orgasm hit, you were floppy, the whiskey glass tilting on you just too sharply--
--before being snatched up by Kento, who drained it in one thirsty gulp. Pulling the sex toys out of you and tossing them aside, Kento moved to line his cock up with your entrance. Full of tearful anger, you kicked, hard, fighting back against him as he laughed, encouraging you-- "Fight me-- come on girl, COME ON--"
Kicking out again, spitting acid at Kento, berating him for leaving you, berating him for the twisted hatred you had endured alone for the miserable job you did, you cried, all bitter spite and loneliness. Kento caught your legs, forcing them open, pressing himself between them. He jabbed his cock between your folds as you squirmed, struggling up the bed, until Kento folded over you, grasping you by the back of the neck, and pulling you up for a searing kiss-- the first time you had tasted him in years.
Kento took advantage of your gasp, and invaded you with his tongue and cock, fucking sloppily between your legs, cursing into your mouth, until he met your entrance, slamming himself in to the hilt. Kento gripped you by the hips, thrusting into you while he slammed your pussy against him. He immediately set a feral pace, intent on claiming the last scraps of you, if he couldn't get you out of Jujutsu society alive. "--not gonna-- haaah-- let you die here-- fuck, good girl, good fucking girl, take it-- FIGHT ME--"
Every time you tried to buck and kick, and throw him out of you, Kento cupped your jaw, kissing you just like he used to, disarming you as you bit into his forearm planted beside your cheek. Kento kept up his punishing pace, reaching up to release the belt as he groaned into your throat, biting the delicate skin there. The briefest flicker of warmth passed over him, to feel your hands clutch at his chest, still trying weakly to push him off you. Kento reveled in your fight, your incessant struggling beneath him making his need to cum, to fill you again and make you his, urgent. You felt this in him, in his trembling arms and sloppy thrusts, all at once splitting you in two and completing you. Relenting, you allowed him to claim your mouth again, lips smooth and supple against yours, whiskey on his breath. Kento couldn't last any longer, and didn't want to; he finished with a broken rumble, all groans and whispered curses in your hair. Crushing you to the bed beneath his hulking body, you whimpered to feel his cock twitch and bound inside you, filling you again with sweet ache and seed. Kento rested on you, ignoring your gasping little breaths as you saw stars, buried beneath him. Swallowing away the lump in your throat, your mind swam with your fates; killed in battle or executed or on the run or hiding with filthy curse users or begging the higher-ups for mercy but all alone every one of them alone-- "...come with me." You blinked. Kento's back still heaved with exertion, his face buried in your neck. You felt a twinge, a prickle down your spine-- Cursed energy, approaching from a distance. "You have to decide...there's no time. I lie. I steal, and extort. I blackmail. I murder. I live in...in absolute luxury. You will never want for anything, while you're with me-- but you must be with me." You smiled. Another door had opened. Kento was the easiest decision you ever made.
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actuallysaiyan · 1 day
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Hi hi hi I hope you are having a great day!🫶🏻 Can I request Nanami c F.reader please. NSFW. The reader is kinda shy person.
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warnings: flirting, smut, unprotected sex, reader is shyyyy, nipple play, dry humping, rough sex, creampie finish
word count: 1.9k
pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader
summary: you and Kento are always flirting, despite your shyness, and he finally decides to make his move
taglist: @beneathstarryskies @seireiteihellbutterfly @an-ever-angry-bi @namikyento
The tension between you and Nanami was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Anyone who was around could tell that he was a changed man around you. How often did he smile at others? How often did Kento even laugh at anyone’s jokes? The often stoic and serious businessman was now more open and sunnier than usual. With you around, things were so much different.
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You are shy with him. He dotes on you a lot. He loves seeing how bashful you are. You’re humble too, which he finds so endearing. With lots of other people wanting to show off all the time, you really show him a side of yourself that most people are too scared to show. You show him vulnerability and softness that he has missed.
Still, with gentle touches and lingering stares, the tension between you grows. You’re much too shy to make the first move. And Kento is enjoying this growing tension more than he’d like to admit. It makes him so hard that by the end of the day, he has to stop into one of the bathrooms to jerk off.
One day, it’s just the two of you in his office. Everyone has taken off for the day, and you two are the only ones left. All day he’s been flirting with you, making you blush and try to hide away from him. But it’s impossible to hide from this beautiful man. He’s got you cornered in the best way possible.
“Let’s end this for today, yeah? I think we deserve a chance to relax.”
And with that, he closes the laptop you were writing your report on. He gently takes your hand, which makes your face heat up. You try your best to look away, but he’s quick to cup your chin and make you look at him. Then he leans in to kiss your cheek so softly.
“You’re so shy, sweetheart. Why don’t you come sit with me and we can talk?”
You nod your head, your mouth feels so dry. But you get up on your shaky legs and you walk over to the leather couch in his office. He helps you sit and then he’s sitting next to you. Kento doesn’t beat around the bush. He’s had enough teasing.
His lips are so soft on yours, but you are shaking as he wraps one arm around you to bring you even closer. His breath is warm on your face as he slowly pulls away. He removes his sunglasses so he can have a better look at you. Your cheeks are all warm and your eyes won’t meet his.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” He kisses you again. “The way you are around me drives me crazy.”
You can barely say anything. You’re just too shy and embarrassed right now. Mostly embarrassed that his words have such an effect on you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you feel your hands shaking as you try to come to terms with what’s going on between you and him.
“Don’t be too shy, darling.” He quips, leaning in to kiss you once more.
It’s a searing and heated kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, caressing yours. He tastes like the bitterness of a black coffee, but it soothes you instantly. The scent of his cologne, musk and leather, completely invades your every sense. When he pulls away, there’s a string of saliva that connects both of you.
“Listen to me, sweetheart…” he kisses you again. “I want to make you feel good, but you’re going to need to help me out a little. Think you can do that?”
You nod your head, “y-yes…”
Nanami smirks, “That’s a good girl.”
And then his hands begin caressing you all over. He starts with your shoulders, rubbing the stress away. Then his hands trail down your arms, gently massaging your fingers. Then back up to your neck, gently rubbing you there too. Then you watch as his nimble fingers begin to unbutton your blouse. You once again cannot look into his eyes.
“What’s the matter? Shy all of a sudden? I thought we were past that.” Nanami smirks at you. 
You try to look at him, but when he has your blouse open, you feel your body quaking. Kento looks at your breasts, his cheeks a little warm now too. Then he dips down to press soft kisses to your throat. Your breath hitches as you feel his lips descending down your neck to your chest. He watches you as he nibbles on your collarbone for a moment.
His large hands cup your breasts and push them together. They’re nearly spilling out of your lacy bra. Kento feels his heart racing in his chest now. Then he reaches around you to unclasp your bra. The moment the garment is loosened, your breasts spill out completely.
“You’re beautiful,” he comments before he helps you out of the bra and the blouse,
His eyes are darkened. The soft amber color now more of a dark whiskey color, and there’s something within them you can barely read. It’s like a wolf looking at a bunny rabbit, just about to pounce on it to devour it whole. You swallow hard and Nanami enjoys watching your reactions like this.
“Scared, little one?” he whispers in a husky tone. “Don’t need to be worried, I’ll take good care of you.”
He then helps you onto his lap. Immediately, you feel his erection poking you. You whine as the stimulation makes you even more bashful than before. Nanami’s not ready to let you go. His hands cup your bare breasts, and he’s playing with your nipples now. Tugging and twisting gently, just enough to have you panting and moaning.
“Now now,” he says softly. “You’ll need to make more noise than that. How else will I know what you enjoy?”
One of his hands comes down to cup your ass, squeezing it softly. You let out a startled squeal, making you move closer to him. You end up accidentally grinding against his cock, which makes him grunt. His eyes are even darker now that you’ve done this.
“Oh is that what you wanted?”
Suddenly, his hands move down to your hips to begin guiding you to grind against him. You lean in to hide your face in the crook of his neck, and he chuckles darkly. He lets you hide for now, but he knows he’s going to get you to talk to him eventually. He’ll have you screaming his name before he’s done.
Your panties get wetter and stickier as he guides you to grind and rub against his erection. Both of you are panting now, and he feels your warm breath on his neck. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head, and he pulls you in for another heated kiss. You moan in between the kisses, and then you shudder as he sucks on your tongue.
“Enough fooling around, huh? You want the real deal, don’t you?”
He then throws you down onto the sofa, spreading your thighs with his knee. Your cheeks are so flush right now. You’re panting from this stimulation. Your panties are so wet, they are clinging to your folds. Kento leans in to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, he slows his pace down a bit.
His long fingers tease and tantalize your clothed pussy, making your hips buck up involuntarily. You’re so wanton for him now, your shyness is beginning to slip away. Still, you’re having a hard time looking into his eyes. Then his fingers curl around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down fully. Your skirt is pushed up around your waist. All that’s left are those cute stockings that cling to your thighs.
“How cute,” Kento comments as he begins kissing down your body again. “So fuckin’ cute for me.”
You whimper as his fingers part your folds, spreading your juices all over your cunt. You let out a whine when he begins to rub your swollen nub. His other hand unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. With expertise, he pulls his pants down past his ass and he begins to palm the obvious bulge in his boxer briefs.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what you need,” he teases you again.
Your heart flutters in your chest. You want him so fucking badly, but you don’t even know what words to use. He watches you carefully, teasing you as he pulls his underwear down. Then he lets his cock slip between your folds, making you even more dizzy than before. Your mouth goes dry once more, and you can’t do much but whine as the tip of his fat cock rubs against your swollen clit.
“Come on, darling. Tell me what you need,”
You won’t make him repeat himself again. Your eyes snap open and you sit up on the couch. You have a newfound burst of confidence, and you pull on his tie to bring him even closer to you. You close the gap between you two, kissing him so passionately. Kento’s cock throbs in excitement.
“I need you,” you manage to say.
Without another word, Kento prods your little hole before slipping into you. His balls are now plus against your ass, and he’s enjoying every little movement of your walls fluttering around him to adjust to his big size. He smirks and licks his lips at the sight of you struggling to take him.
He begins to rock his hips, fast and rough. He’s really had enough of this slow teasing, and he’s going to make sure you both enjoy this. His big hands push your thighs up so that your ankles are resting on his shoulders. With him this deep inside of you, you know you can’t hold on for much longer. His tip keeps bumping against that sweet spot deep inside of you, making you squirm in his grasp.
“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let go for me,”
A few more thrusts has you coming undone. Your eyes screw shut and this intense pleasure builds to its peak. He fucks you rougher and harder, prolonging your sweet orgasm. Your juices are gushing all over him, messing up his pants and his shirt. But Kento doesn’t even seem to care. He continues to rut against you, harder and faster like an animal in heat.
“Gonna cum inside, darling. Is it okay? Can I please cum inside?”
You look up at him and you manage to mutter a “yes” between your sweet cries of love. He holds onto you tighter, and you’re sure you’re going to have his fingerprints bruised onto your skin once he’s done with you. Your mind is turning to mush the more he pounds into your sopping wet pussy. He grits his teeth and his grip on your thighs tightens even more.
“Fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming inside!”
His cock throbs with every spurt of hot cum he pumps into you. His hips stutter but don’t falter as he fucks himself into you, making his orgasm last even longer. Then slowly and gradually, he stops himself. Kento slumps himself on top of you, but careful not to crush you with his weight. His face rests on your breasts. You reach out to play with his hair.
“No need to be shy with me anymore, okay darling?” He looks up at you.
“Okay, Kento.”
He smiles. He’s in heaven.
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lev1hei1chou · 21 hours
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My Husband
Gojo x reader, Nanami x reader (individual) Genre: Fluff Words: 676 Synopsis: You refer to them as your husband, when you're dating Masterlist
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The sun hung low in the sky as you strolled through the city with Gojo Satoru by your side. The two of you were enjoying a rare day off, relishing in each other's company. As you wandered through a crowded street, a familiar face caught your eye. It was a friend from years ago, someone you hadn't seen in ages.
"Hey! Long time no see!" your friend exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug.
You exchanged pleasantries, catching up on each other's lives. Eventually, your friend's gaze shifted to Gojo, who had been standing patiently beside you.
"Oh, and who's this handsome fella?" your friend asked with a playful grin.
You chuckled nervously, feeling a sudden urge to embellish the situation. "Oh, this is Satoru Gojo. He's my husband."
Your friend's eyes widened in surprise, "Husband? Wow, congratulations! When did you guys get married?"
Gojo, caught off guard by your statement, raised an eyebrow. You shot him a quick apologetic look, realizing you may have jumped the gun.
"We're not married yet, actually," Gojo clarified, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But she's just so in love with me that she couldn't wait to claim me as her husband."
You playfully nudged him, feigning annoyance. "Oh, please. Don't let him fool you. We're just dating."
Your friend laughed, sharing a knowing look with Gojo. "Well, you two seem happy. It's great to see you again! I won't keep you, but let's catch up properly sometime."
As your friend walked away, Gojo turned to you with a smirk. "Husband, huh? I guess you're not the only one who can play along."
You rolled your eyes, "I panicked! It just slipped out. Besides, it's not like it's never going to happen, right?"
Gojo leaned in, planting a teasing kiss on your cheek. "Oh, it'll happen. Just know that when it does, I'll be the one saying 'I told you so.'" You sighed, shaking your head, but couldn't help but smile at his words.
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You sat comfortably on the couch in your apartment, phone pressed to your ear as you chatted with your friend. Nanami, your boyfriend, was in the kitchen, silently preparing some tea. The conversation flowed casually until your friend asked about your day.
"Oh, you know, just spending time with my husband," you said casually, not giving it a second thought.
As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. You turned to find Nanami staring at you, tea kettle in hand, with a raised eyebrow. His expression was a mix of surprise and confusion.
"Husband?" Nanami mouthed, clearly overhearing your conversation.
You shot him an apologetic look, realizing the slip-up. Trying to ignore the situation, you turned away from him and continued talking to your friend, "Yeah, he's just in the kitchen making tea right now. Oh, speaking of which, he's giving me a look because I accidentally called him my husband. Silly me."
Nanami's gaze intensified as he observed your attempts to backtrack. He set the kettle down, his arms crossed over his chest. You couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement from him.
"Accidentally?" he quirked an eyebrow, his tone dry and playful.
You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, knowing you were caught. "Well, I mean, you do act like a husband sometimes, don't you?"
Nanami approached, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that so?"
You nodded, trying to play it off cool. "Yeah, you know, looking out for me, making tea – all the husband-like things."
He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "If I'm going to be your husband, maybe we should make it official."
Your cheeks flushed at his suggestion, realizing that he wasn't upset. Instead, Nanami seemed to be enjoying the banter. You shot him a playful glare, "You're not getting off that easy, mister."
Nanami chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Maybe one day, I'll make an honest woman out of you." You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the smile on your face.
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yanderestarangel · 2 days
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HEADCANONS JKK | STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO
TW: ftm reader, praise, degradation, oc nanami (I think), manipulation, step!incest, sub!reader, dom!nanami, recorded!sex, threats, blowjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, forced feminization, use of lingerie, degradation, dark!smut, breeding, creampie, daddykink.
smut confectionery event ┆ SUNDAE ┆ forced feminization, record sex, headcanons. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "stepfather + stepson" ୧⊹ ⁺˖
˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 ��𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖
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𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮<3
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♡ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who started dating your mother because it was convenient for him to have company, he didn't really love her, but he was already forty years old and needed meaning in life. But he didn't expect that he would meet the new obsession of his life in an unconventional way... You, the son of his future wife.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who was astonished by your beauty and beauty, he asked your mother everything about you ─ what college you went to, what you liked or didn't like and even more intrusive details, in this case if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Your mother answered some questions and he diverted her focus by saying "They were questions to try to be a good enough stepfather." You on the other hand didn't like his intrusion into your life and home... He noticed that and soon thought of a way to try to turn things around in his favor.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who knew you didn't like the idea, initially your instinct said internally that there was something wrong there, but you couldn't get in the way of your mother's happiness, and he would use everything to his advantage. He started complaining to your mother that you didn't accept him as a father figure, making your mother give you an hour-long lecture talking about how his co-worker and now boyfriend was good to you and tried to be your father even if you didn't let him. Kento smirked when he saw your angry face, he knew that now you would have to let your guard down with him and finally he could act according to his initial plan.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who deliberately goes shirtless and has sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips every morning in the kitchen. He smiles at you while the blonde hair falls on his face and the purple circles under his eyes and the woody perfume that leaves his skin, a happy path of hair would shyly follow to his crotch, giving an extra touch to his muscular appearance, especially the thick veins that they continued from his arms to his biceps. He would smirk at you as he would ask you if you slept well and if you were hungry ─ he would still see the reluctance in your eyes and would approach you, kissing the back of your hand lightly. "I'm not your enemy pretty boy... I just want to be the best for you, you know that right?" The blonde man's voice was husky and seductive, like a balm, as if he was bringing you into a tempting trap.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who makes you feel sorry for him, manipulating you, saying that your mother didn't pay as much attention to him as she did at the beginning of the relationship and how he needed to work extra hard to make up for your household bills, saying that you were the only person who still paid for him staying in that house and putting up with your mother... ( Which was a lie, Nanami did everything he lied that your mother did, he ignored her and preferred to spend his money to buy you gifts or even buy you a car go to your college. ) he would look at you with his brown eyes eyes and place a hand on your thigh. "You'll never leave my side... Right my dear son?"
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who gradually manipulates you into staying on his side every time your mother fights with him. Saying that you can't sleep in his room because she doesn't want him there and asking if he can sleep on the floor in your room ── mentally he will be praying for you to accept that he stays in the room and offer your bed to him. If you do the second option, the blonde's heartbeat will accelerate to the point where you can hear the sound of his heartbeat. He couldn't sleep that night, controlling himself as much as possible not to touch you and make you his even in your sleepy state. Nonetheless Kento couldn't, he wanted you to want him equally as he wanted you.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who encouraged your mother to accept the company promotion and go traveling with her bosses for days to be alone with you. He calculated exactly when she was going to leave and called the company to say that he was sick and couldn't make it, returning home to be with his sweet stepson and finally putting his final plan into practice. Make you his little toy.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who waits for you to arrive from your appointment while happily cooking a meal for you; He saw you notice his effort and place an innocent kiss on his face. As he resumed preparing the dinner, his fingers trembled slightly over the stove. He couldn't help but think about how your kiss felt on his cheek, the warmth and tenderness that radiated through him. His mind raced with thoughts of you, imagining the future they could have together. He didn't just want to be your father figure, but your lover, to adore every inch of your body just for him.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who listened intently to you and your day out at college, with his eyes always trying to find yours. "That's wonderful, darling," he praised, his voice velvety smooth. "You truly are such a good boy, always taking your responsibilities seriously." He came closer, running his thumb over your lower lip and feeling like it was the perfect opportunity ─ Then Nanami couldn't resist any longer. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath the table. His tongue probed your mouth eagerly, tasting the sweet essence of your youth. "I want you so badly, lad." he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."
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♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who soon made you submit to him with dominance and words of affection, bending you over the table and sticking his thick, veiny hand into your underwear ─ finding your clit easily and applying the necessary pressure to make you moan and whimper beautifully. "Such a good boy, submitting to your stepfather," Nanami purred, his fingers expertly stroking your clit through the fabric of your underpants. He savored the way you responded to him, your moans filling the room like music to his ears. He slipped his finger into your damp entrance, coating it with your arousal before pulling away. "Is that what you want, my prince? To be touched by me? To be owned by me?" He asked, his voice husky with lust. "Tell me, and I promise to give you everything your heart desires." With a satisfied hum, he stood up abruptly, all traces of gentleness gone. Kento had finally trapped you in his trap, and you fell like a needy bunny.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to wear expensive lingerie that he bought for you. The silk and lace fabric was short and hugged your curves, practically not even covering your breasts ─ your cunt wet your panties while you saw your stepfather's hands wander to your cell phone and press the record button, starting the perverse and forbidden little show of you two. "You're so eager for me, aren't you, my pretty little boy... You're such a slut for me." He circled around you, the camera capturing every angle of your shapely body adorned in the delicate lingerie. His fingers trailed along the lace, teasingly grazing your sensitive skin. "Spread your legs wider, boy," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see that wet pussy of yours, ready and waiting for me."
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who saw you obediently followed his instructions, your arousal evident through the soaked fabric of your panties, Nanami couldn't resist a chuckle. "Look at you, my dumb, pretty boy..." He mocked as he pinched one of your nipples behind the thin silk fabric of your bra, making you moan like you were in heat. "Now, keep being a good boy and suck daddy's cock, can you do it right?"
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to suck his cock, pulling your hair while you felt the tip of his dick massage your soft cheeks. His camera clicked steadily, capturing your submission, sealing your fate as his willing pawn. Though he had no intention of betraying you, the threat hung heavy in the air, a tool to keep you obedient and submissive. "You know what happens if you disobey, don't you?" He warned softly, thrusting into your mouth rhythmically. "Your mother will see exactly what her little boy has become." Nanami threatened between moans, as he took his dick out of your oral cavity and slammed the hard shaft into your warm and wet tongue.
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who dragged your panties to the side and rubbed the hot tip of his fat cock across your swollen clit, seeing the quivering mess you were. Slowly, methodically, he began to pump into you, your moans filling the room like a symphony of surrender. Each thrust drove him further into your core, claiming you as his own possession. "Such a good boy, taking it like a whore for his stepfather.... Beg for more, prince," He commanded, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Beg for my release, for the chance to carry my child, You want daddy to make you daddy too, don't you? You're going to be a beautiful father baby boy...Carrying my children around like the beautiful man you are." His fingers would find your clit, rubbing it in firm circles, intensifying your pleasure. Your moans grew louder, filling the room without caring if the neighbors would hear or not. "That's it, my sweet boy," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing so well, taking me so obediently."
STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who fills you to the brim with his hot, thick seed, the tip of his cock rhythmically hitting your sweet spot even as you tremble and feel completely filled by him. He takes his cock out of your sensitive hole while sticking three fingers inside, He would soon look into your eyes and smile. "You're going to be a daddy's boy and save all my seed right?" With a quick pat on your head, he turned off the camera and pocketed his phone. "Good boy," he muttered, already planning the next encounter. "Don't disappoint me." Though the threat still loomed, it was clear that Nanami found satisfaction in his domination. After all, what better way to ensnare someone than through their deepest desires? And you, dear boy, were caught in his web.
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HOW THEY PROPOSE. . .
ᡣ𐭩 synopsis. how the jujutsu kaisen men proposed to you in there weird and thoughtful ways.
ᡣ𐭩 tags. satoru gojo x reader, nanami kento x reader, suguru geto x reader. but suggestive but nothing more. crying. cursing. tooth rotting fluff because we all love it. nanamis a gentleman. gojos unserious.
ᡣ𐭩 a/n. ummmmmm what can I say except your welcome? if you got the reference you got it lol. if you enjoyed a like or reblog would be greatly appreciated <3
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SATORU GOJO is unserious. anyone who knows him knows that. he’s a teen stuck in an adults body. when someone gets proposed you’d assume it would be somewhere romantic. at a dinner or a lovely sight. but looking back now, you wondered how you agreed to him when he proposed to you in the kitchen…
you stood in the kitchen, cutting at a vegetable in preparation for the dinner later that night. you were mulling over what to cook. maybe you’d make a salad for your self and order takeout today for megumi and tsumiki.
the door to the kitchen opened with a quiet creak but you didn’t need to turn around to see who came in. it was as if your body knew before your mind whenever your boyfriend was near you. after a few odd moments of silence, satorus voice echoed through the room. ‘‘baby, can you turn around?’’
‘‘what do you want now, gojo—’’
the words fell off your tongue and you were left speechless at the sight infront of you as you turned around. there on the marble flooring of the kitchen wss your boyfriend, satoru gojo, on one knee. he held in his hand a black velvet box, opened to reveal the shiniest diamond ring you’d ever seen and that was barely any.
‘‘what are you—’’
‘‘will you marry me?'’ you couldn’t find the words to speak. was this well and truly happening? did your boyfriend finally want to take that big step with you?
your mind was spinning as you nodded at him and on cue, his eyes lit up at your approval and before you knew it he had picked you up in his arms peppering kisses all across your face. how you agreed to his proposal in a kitchen, you didn’t know. but one thing you did know was that you definitely did love him.
‘‘ew, stop smooching.’’ satoru stopped his attack of kisses on you much to your dismay but you understood why when you looked over his shoulder.
standing at an open fridge with a horrified face was megumi an open biscuit packet in his hand. you’d practically forgotten others lived in this house in your glee. ‘‘get a room.’’
‘‘yeah, we definitely will—’’
‘‘shut up gojo!’’
NANAMI KENTO was a gentleman, he was respectful and knew how to deal with anything. especially you.. no on can deny this, so like the gentlemen he is, of course he would propose in a lavish dinner, the best for his beautiful girl, no?
you had an inkling as to why your boyfriend, nanami kento had arranged for such a lavish dinner. you were on a large balcony, candles alloyed in various places to light up the darkness. underneath you was a red carpet leading to the door. how romantic. your boyfriend always knew how to treat you right. he’d even gotten your favourite flowers that now lay inside a glass bottle, bright and fresh in the middle of the table. the only problem was that the seat across from you was vacant
suddenly, the lines that ran through the ground lit up revealing letters you’d only just realised were written across the ground. in your shock you stood up, hard over your mouth. you turned to the doors that now opened to reveal your boyfriend clad in a satin tuxedo.
‘‘kento—’’
before you could get the rest of your sentence out, he kneels down on the red carpet infront of you. in his hand is a dark box, opened to reveal a ring, encrusted with diamonds that shimmered in the light.
‘‘will you marry me, love?’’ nodding in yes, he stood up and cradled your face before leaning in. even though he was kissing you the same, it felt so different in so many ways. ‘‘I love you, Y/N.’’
‘‘i love you too, kento.’’
SUGURU GETO was a cult leader and a lover. there was no doubt he didn’t love you to the moon and back. but recently you were feeling that you both had entered the stage where you both could fully commit to eachother. turns out, after an intense love making session, you wasn’t the only one feeling that way…
your bare chest fell and rose in a feeble attempt to catch the breath you’d lost but to no avail. the tingling in your limbs was not leaving too and the adrenaline still pumped through your veins from earlier.
looking up you were met with your lovers closed eyes, sweat droplets sliding down the side of his beautiful face his black, ink like hair spread across the white pillows. you couldn’t help but think he was extraordinary in some light. inhumane. his beauty was foreign, something that was meant to be scary but was only fascinating to you.
‘‘will…will you marry?’’ had you heard him right? you sit up, pulling the sheets with you, only then did you realise you were trembling. slight tremors reverberated through your skin and bones. suguru seems to notice that and grabbed your hands pulling them towards his chest to lie where his heart was beating. ‘‘w-what did you say?’’
‘‘would you marry me, right now?’’ he looked away, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. his grip on your hands tightened but you couldn’t have cared less. your head was pounding with a million thoughts, a million questions but the only words that escaped were the the one syllable word he wanted to hear.
‘‘y-yes, of course. but why—'’
instead of answering, he cuts you off with a heartfelt kiss dragging you down until you were above him, smiling as tears lined your waterline and you hugged him in happiness. the happiest he’d ever seen you.
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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL
GOJO SATORU X FEM! READER
PART 12
a/n: Hiiii I'm back with another chapter, only one chapter left till we reach the end if this story. I apologize for the late update, my schedule kinda changed and it got busier so that's why I wasn't able to write and post, but good news that I'm back now yay ✨❤️.
Anyways I hope you enjoy this part as well. Some Angst, so grab some tissues and a snack of course to munch on while reading 😀.
Enjoy your reading session, love y'all so much 🫶🏻
Not Proofread ❌ Slight smut at the end.
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You took another glance around the room, but didn't dare to ask any of your students about him. You sighed in disappointment but forced a smile to not worry your students and look suspicious or sad. You hated to admit it even within you, but you wished he was there, holding your hand till you awake. But you woke up surrounded only by your students, it's not like you don't appreciate them or they're not enough, you just wanted another kind of feeling, and that feeling could only be with your husband, Satoru. Once again you felt neglected by him even in this terrible condition.
Megumi was too focused on you, he knew right away by the way your gaze was shifting in every corner, every face in the room that you were looking for Gojo, he knew you needed him.
"Ehm, I'll go get Gojo since you're awake now" he said in a reassuring tone without meeting your gaze, and left the room to look for him.
"Where the hell did he go" he mumbled to himself.
"Hm Megumi? Is Y/n awake?" asked Nanami
"Oh yeah she's awake, and she's fine! By the way, did you, perhaps see Gojo around?"
"He's not here"
"Then where?"
"He'll be here later, don't worry about him"
"Nanami Sensei! I. Need. You. To. Tell. Me. please! It's important " he insisted,
With a tired sigh, he spoke,
"Alright! he's at one of the interrogation rooms at Jujutsu High, probably interrogating Mei Mei-"
"or my father"
and without further words, Megumi headed to Jujutsu High to bring Gojo to the hospital, to bring him to your side.
"Hey Megumi wait" yelled Nanami but je was already gone.
*1st Interrogation Room*
"Happy now? Where's that usual dirty smirk at? Gone?" started Gojo as he looked down at Mei Mei who got both her hands chained to the chair.
"How dare you chain me up? A well respected Jujutsu sorcerer!" she exclaimed angrily.
"Oh no no trust me, after releasing Toji from prison, paying him to kill my wife and putting the Jujutsu community in terrible danger, officially you're no longer respected" he spat and started to walk away
"NO NO PLEASE WAIT! GOJO WAIT I BEG YOU! I did this for you!" she started crying,
"I did this for you Gojo, just for your sake. You know about the prophecy, I couldn't let her exceed you and become stronger than you, you're the strongest Gojo and it should remain that way–please, I wanted to protect you–" she pleaded desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks, each sob echoed in the vast empty room.
With a mocking chuckle, he approached her again and bent down till he met her eye level, tilting his head to the side, his blue eyes piercing through her soul,
"oh yeah?" he started
"Y-es, yes just for you Gojo" she said with a soft smile while sniffing.
"Hah, pathetic how hard you're still trying, how hard you're still trying to manipulate me and get me to believe your lies–lemme give you the real fact behind all of this, the fact is that you desperately wanted Y/n to die. You knew Y/n will become something, more powerful than any of us, and of course your jealousy, ego and hate were triggered because another woman effortlessly stole the show and your desperate ass always wants to be in the spot light, taking all the attention, you've always wanted to br known as the strongest woman sorcerer, the perfect match for me, the strongest man! But all of that collapsed when I married Y/n" he paused and pointed his index finger at her,
"You desperately wanted to be her, you envied her even at her lowest, you're obsessed with her to the point that you betrayed the jujutsu world. But lemme tell you something, Mei Mei, Y/n didn't only steal the spot light, she also stole my heart! I love my wife, I love Y/n so much and if you dare to think of any possible plan that could possibly get you out of prison to hurt my wife again, then I'll end you–" he said calmly in a serious and low tone, moving away from her to open the door and leave.
"–end me? just like you ended Geto?"
she wanted to trigger him, to hit his weakest spot, to make his heart ache like hers and to see him all vulnerable, but he swallowed it, even though the name Geto was killing him and slicing him to pieces for years. His hand clutched the door handle tightly, turning his head, side eyeing her,
"Yes I'll end you just like I ended Geto"
Then he shut the door, leaving her all alone.
Right then, she knew she lost Gojo forever, and her last attempt to convince him by bringing Geto was only another reason for him to hate her even more.
"NO GOJO WAIT, no! don't leave me here! GOJO PLEASE"
She begged and begged, but for nothing he's left already and outside that room her screams are inaudible, no one is able to hear her loud cries, no matter how hard she tries.
..
Gojo reached the other door handle, moving into the next interrogation room,
"Gojo Satoru, we meet again" said Toji with a smirk, his hair falling on his face, his lip bleeding,
"Toji Zenin"
"I go by Fushiguro now"
"And I don't give a fuck, you're a criminal either way"
"Oww, too salty Satoru"
"I don't have time for this kind of chit chat, what was your plan to do to my wife?"
"Kill her obviously, duh!" said Toji rolling his eyes
"You son of a bitch, and you're proud of that, I'm not allowed to kill you, that was the higher ups call so be thankful for that, or else I would have put you through the most terrible death you could possibly think of"
"Are you threatening me? besides it wasn't my plan, it was your side chick's plan"
"The fuck did you say?" said Gojo angrily, taking quick steps to Toji punching him once again, making his nose bleed.
Toji started laughing hysterically,
"Alright you win, you win for the second time Gojo Satoru, but I don't think you won her heart, pity all this effort to save her is for nothing"
"Shut up"
"What? You think now you'll live happy ever after? That you'll start over and become a happy couple? Nah you're egocentric, selfish and fucking arrogant, and you've never known love and never will, I've spent three days with her and I can tell she can't live with someone like you. Both of you are far away from each other, two extremes, too empathetic and too apathetic. She'll leave your ass"
"I SAID SHUT UP" yelled Gojo, once again punching him,
"G-gojo?" said Megumi as he opened the door and witnessed it.
"Megumi?" said Gojo and Toji at the same time,
Megumi looked at Toji with what appeared empty eyes, but in the inside his heart was breaking into pieces.. He shifted his gaze to Gojo,
"Gumi what are you doing here?" asked Satoru
"Came to see you Gojo, you have to go to the hospital Y/n is awake and she was looking for you!!"
"D-did she tell you to l-look for me?" he asked hia heart skipping a beat,
"Nah I just figured out, you better go now"
"Wait aren't you coming with me?"
"No, I have to talk to him"
"Megumi! You know you don't have to stay here, you don't have to talk to him, he'll soon get the punishment he deserves–"
"I know, but he's my father and I need to ask him why!"
"Then I'll stay with you, it's not safe!" he reached to grab Megumi's arm,
"Gojo, please! just go to your wife, she's waiting, don't make her wait any longer! I promise I'll be fine" said Megumi with a smile,
As soon as Gojo left the room, Megumi approached his father standing right in front of him,
"S-son!"
"Why? Why did you do that?" said Megumi in a cold tone,
"Son please!"
"You've almost killed one of my close friends! Y/n is not just a teacher to me, she's my friend as well! and now I can't even look her in the eye, you know why?" he paused, trying to swallow back the lump that formed in his throat making him struggle to talk,
"Because of you! because of the shame I'm feeling whenever I see her or remember that MY FATHER WANTED TO KILL HER JUST TO GET SOME DIRTY MONEY FROM MEI MEI"
"Megumi! you need to listen to me! I had to do that!"
"No, there's no excuse that can get you away for murdering innocent people, first Riko and now attempted to do the same to Y/n just because Mei Mei told you?"
"I did all of this for you, to buy a house, a house that we can all call home! Where we can be a family again, me and you!"
"A family?" said Megumi in a mocking way,
"Yes, we can try again, I can fix everything, and make up for the years that I wasn't by your side–"
"You know what dad!"
"Yes son tell me!"
"I'm glad you left when I was young, I'm glad Gojo raised me and not you, or else I might end up a criminal like you. If my mom was alive she'd be the most disappointed in you, SHE WONT EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU DAD!"
"Megumi don't say please!" said Toji, tears forming in his eyes,
Megumi's words destroyed him because he knows they were true, his wife would be disappointed in him if she was alive.
"You ruined my life dad! Enough of it, stop trying to ruin others' lives just for money, just because you were neglected by the Zenin clan! Don't make others pay for what your clan did to you..." he added, taking steps backwards to leave the room,
"Son wait please! I'm so sorry I caused you all this pain, I'm sorry I wasn't there–"
"Just forget you ever had a son, just like what you did with your humanity....goodbye -dad"
with that he closed the door forever, not only the room's door but the door in his heart that he kept open for his father, wishing that some day, he would repent and fix his mistakes even though he knew deep down they can't be fixed. And now he's finally ready to let go, he can never forgive him for all this mess, for all these mistakes that he willingly committed.
Unable to keep it inside, unable to hide his true, delicate, sensitive self, after maintaining the cold, strong image for too long as a coping mechanism for always feeling inferior than others for being parentless. He finally let out the child thay was kept locked inside, and finally broke down into tears. With each loud sob, his chest rose and heaved with sadness. He cried because of the shame he felt, and because of the fact he's now letting go of his father, once and for all. He cried alone, hugging his knees like a baby, till it became hard to breathe.
..
But was he alone really?
"MEGUMI!!!!"
That voice, the voice that used to annoy him for telling jokes non stop, for laughing really loud and not letting him sleep, that voice now is saving him.
He looked up, his eyes puffy and red with tears.
Yuji and Nobara running towards him, worried expressions drawn on their faces, their eyes wide since it was the first time they see their friend shed a tear. They finally reached him, joining him on the floor.
"Megumi??! what's wrong buddy what happened?" asked Yuji his eyes softening,
"Fushiguro? Is everything okay? Why are you crying did someone hurt you?" asked Nobara her voice shaking with fear and worry.
He just started at them, not saying anything single word. Looking ay their genuine worried and confused faces, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, realizing that his friends got his back, that they won't let him down and most importantly he realized that he doesn't have to feel alone anymore. They truly loved him and cared for him. He was too broken to realize that, he thought his dad abandon him because he hated him, so he grew up with that mindset; his father hates him let alone people out there. But now, finally realizing that love, friendship saved him, from himself, from his dark thoughts and now he can start anew.
Nobara waved her hand on front of his face,
"Hey Fushiguro??"
Without saying anything he hugged both of them, finally feeling the love he's been rejecting. Allowing himself to feel it for the first time and damn it felt good to have someone care for you, it made his heart at ease.
He hugged them really tight, refusing to let go, without hesitation they hugged him back in a comforting way, their warmth radiating.
"Awww Fushiguro-Kun is being soft" chuckled Nobara
"Shuh Nobara, we love this version of Megumi, geez didn't know you're a good hugger Fushiguro" said Yuji smiling,
"Aaaaa why'd you ruin the moment guys" groaned Megumi
"Nah nah we're sorry, we're just wondering where's the real Megumi and what did you do to him" she added,
"Nah it's the real Megumi here, you just unlocked a premium version. Get used to it" said Megumi pulling away from the hug a smile still decorating his face.
"Well for sure we'll get used to it" said Yuji and Nobara at the same time.
"Wait!! did you leave Y/n alone at the hospital, till Gojo arrives?" said Megumi in a moment of realization.
"Nah nah she's home now, we brought her at the dorms" explained Yuji
"Oh shit"
"What?"
"Gojo went to the hospital to see Y/n, so he won't find her there"
"Come on, he's a married man, his wife would tell him" said Nobara smirking
"Wasn't she supposed to spend the day there, till Shoko makes sure she's fine?" he asked again,
"Yeah but after you left the room to get Gojo she insisted to leave as well, she said she was feeling okay and doesn't need to stay there" exclaimed Nobara.
*At The Hospital*
Gojo pushed open the door of the room that you were in. A mix of anticipation and stress took over him, not knowing how he would behave in front of you, is he gonna hold your hand, kiss you? What was he going to say? Baby? My love? I missed you? All these thoughts disappeared when he found the room empty, devoid of your presence. Confusion clouded his features as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to find any of your belongings, but there was absolutely nothing. Anxiety took over him, his heart racing inside his chest. He got really scared, thinking that someone abducted you, still terrified from the last incident that happened to you. With shaky hands he reached his phone to call one of his students, but before he can do he received a message from Nanami informing him that they moved you out of the hospital and took you to the dorms to rest there.
He let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, calming down slowly.
With a heavy sigh, he sank onto the edge of the bed, blaming himself for not being there when you woke up.
*Flashback*
You laid unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by Shoko. No one was there except Gojo. He held your hand tightly, staring at your soft features as you were in your pretty slumber.
"I'm here Y/n, my beautiful wife, my princess" he whispered to you as you slept.
"I'm sorry, please wake up..wake up so I can tell you how much I love you, how bad I want to make you mine, how I want to fix things and start anew with you as a true husband, a husband that will love you, care for you and protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you.." he paused, remembering the state he found you in, on the floor, bloody nose, shirt almost torn off, his body tensed up.
"I'll punish them for what they had done to you" he added and left the room heading to the interrogation rooms at Jujutsu High.
*End of flash back*
*Time skip, night time*
Your students and Nanami already brought you everything you might need; food, water, some snacks and some manga books that Yuji gave to you to pass time.
You laid your back on the bed frame, grabbed a bag of chips, a manga book and started reading enjoying your own company, trying your best to distract yourself from thinking about Satoru.
Engrossed in the pages of your book and in your own world, the soft rustle of the door opening brought you back to reality. You already knew who it was, it was your husband Satoru. Even though, you were distant from each other, you got used to his footsteps. He closed the door behind and greeted you gently,
"Hii Y/n"
However, you remained absorbed in your reading, refusing to look up at him or even greet him back. He thought you were too focused on the book and didn't notice him arriving so he cleared his throat, attempting to get your attention this time and said,
"A-are you feeling better now? How's your leg?"
But again you remained silent, as if he wasn't in the room, as if his voice was inaudible to you. He received the message and realized that you don't wanna talk to him, and he respected your decision, he chose to not push too far especially that you're still traumatized from what happened to you.
With a resigned sigh, he took some clean clothes from the dresser, and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower that might wash the tiredness away. The sound of the running warm water that fell on his body mingled with the quiet of the room, a gentle reminder of the distance between you and him.
You put the book on your nightstand, and shut your eyes, you tried to go to sleep before he joins you again, you've already took your decision, you'll ignore him, you'll distance yourself even more, you won't let him pity you and help you because he feels sorry for what had happened to you. You refused to be the victim, you won't allow anyone to feel bad for you.
...
Opening the door again, he found you fast asleep, hugging your pillow for comfort. He smiled to himself as he saw your sleeping face.
He missed being in your presence, even if you were only sleeping. He dried his hair and then gently approached the bed, already dressed in his pajamas. The mattress sank as he joined you, getting under the covers. He used his elbow to keep himself up a bit while he watched you sleep. Your pouty lips that he craves to kiss, your soft skin that he wants to caress, your chest that rose and fell with each breath. It was the small details that made him fall for you, that made you so special. He was watching and watching till your comfy sight lulled him to sleep, and now he joined you, his head next to yours, his arms fell on your waist as he spooned you. Finally both of you not only sleeping under the same roof again all safe and sound, but being this close to each other.
.....
You woke up in the morning to him all over you, his arm laid comfortably on top of you. You rubbed your eyes, thinking it was a dream but it was reality. As much as it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, it made you feel sad as well. And the small smile that instinctively formed on your lips, disappeared.
"Maybe he just rolled over" you said to yourself, still convinced that whatever he was doing was everything and anything but love.
You pushed his hand away, getting ready to get breakfast with the rest of teachers and students as well. You missed those mornings, with Nobara talking nonstop, Panda eating everything on the table and Nanami annoyed whenever principal Yaga announced a new mission. You felt like family, you felt included but it's always something missing, the true love, the love of your husband.
It is indeed hard to live a one sided love story, realizing your feelings towards Gojo were more of a problem than a realization, maybe it could have been a lot easier if they remained undiscovered, because starting from today you'll live with the fact that your husband that you fell head over heels with doesn't reciprocate your feelings, at least that's what your mind told you.
The mind works in mysterious ways, sometimes when you're used to some kind of feeling, it becomes like a drug, so when you experience another feeling you always find a way to include that specific feeling again. And that's the case for you, you've been feeling lonely and unloved your whole life, and you thought you'd be feeling that way for the rest of your life not even giving yourself a chance to ask if he feels the same.
...
You walked towards the table, the food was ready, the scent of coffee was intoxicating. Your students already there, excited for food like every single morning.
"OH Y/N - SENSEI GOOD MORNING" said Yuji excitedly,
"Good morning Sensei" said the other students in union with a big smile.
You nodded smiling at their morning energy that was circulating in the air,
"Good morning everyone"
Nanami and Shoko joined, followed by Principal Yaga and then Gojo who came running and out of breath looking for you, but then letting a deep sigh once he saw you sitting around the table safe and happy. It became his new freshly unlocked fear; you not being by his side.
"Oh you're here" he mumbled,
"Huh Gojo what's up with that face? did you see a ghost?" said Principal Yaga
"I'm fine" he shrugged and then joined you, sitting on the chair that was right next to you.
He gazed at you, clearing his throat,
"You woke up early today, I thought about bringing you food to bed so you don't have to tire yourself" he started almost whispering.
You shoved the spoon full of rice in your mouth, not bothering to look at him. The others exchanged gazes but started eating shortly, not wanting to get into your business. Gojo started eating as well thinking about ways to approach you or find a key to start even a small conversation and get you to talk to him.
"So Y/n are you feeling better?" asked Nanami
"Yeah much better actually, thank you Nanami!" you smiled,
And Gojo felt his heart crash, as if he received a stab right in the chest. He wished it was him you were smiling at.
"Yuji can you pass me the salt please?" you said gently,
but before Yuji could reach it, Gojo already snatched it from in front of him and gave it to you,
"Here!" he said with a silly smile,
You poked the inside of your cheek and took the salt from him not even looking at him.
"Um Y/n–" started Satoru but you cut him off by starting a conversation with Yaga sensei.
"By the way Sensei, I feel like I'm ready to start teaching again–"
"WHAT NO!" yelled Satoru
You raised your eyebrow,
"You need to rest Y/n, you've been through a lot" he added worriedly.
But you ignored his concern and his comment and shifted your gaze to Principal Yaga again,
"My students must be missing my classes"
"But y/n Gojo is right! You need to rest! it's been only one day" exclaimed Principal Yaga
"I'm feeling okay!" you said smiling.
"Alright then, do as you please but don't tire yourself, okay?" said Yaga sensei with a smile
You nodded smiling.
"Y/n please, you've been through a traumatic experience, this phase is the hardest even if you're not realizing it" said Gojo with worried eyes.
But you ignored him again, getting up from the table, wiping your mouth with a napkin heading to your room to get ready for a day full of teaching.
......
It was a long day full of laugher with your students, they did everything they could to make sure you were comfortable and happy. Especially Yuji he acted extra silly to get you to laugh uncontrollably. They wanted to help you forget about the terrifying experience as soon as possible.
You were in the balcony at night, enjoying the night sky, getting back to your favorite night activity, watching the stars. It always put a smile on your face. It reminded you of how vast our universe is and how small our problems seem in front of it.
"sensei?"
You looked back,
"hm Megumi? are you okay?"
"Yeah! is it okay if w-we talk a bit?"
"Sure Gumi, tell me!" you replied with a soft grin, now giving him your full attention, anticipating his words
"I–I w-wanted to apologize!" he said looking down at his feet unable to meet your gaze
"Hm? for what?"
"I - I'm sorry sensei, I'm ashamed of what my father did to you, he doesn't represent me, I'm not like him and I completely oppose it, always been I–" he said nervously fidgeting with his fingers.
"Megumi" you started, placing your hands on his shoulders,
"I know who you are! I know how kind, caring and loving you are! You don't need to apologize, you don't need to explain anything. It's not your fault that your dad chose the wrong path, so don't ever blame yourself! Stand proud Megumi! You are an amazing student, an amazing person and an amazing friend of mine" you insisted giving him a light squeeze.
"Really?"
"Yes you are! Don't ever doubt yourself! come here" you added and pulled him into a warm hug.
.........
*2 days later*
"Yaga sensei, since Toji is in prison now what about Y/n and I go back to our house?" suggested Gojo.
"Huh? Why the rush you don't like it here?"
"No it's not like that, it's just since our marriage we had to live here so it would be nice to go back to our own house"
"I like it here" you said out of the blue, showing that you refuse to live with him in a vast house alone.
"But y/n, our house is big, you'll feel more comfortable there, our room is waiting for you–"
"Oh Yaga sensei I thought about making a writing test as well not only a practical one" you said cutting Satoru off, as if his words didn't matter.
Starting a new conversation, totally neglecting him. Everyone around the table noticed it but have no right to interfere. Your inside was screaming, wanting to give in and move back to your house again where you can live only you and your husband, enjoy each other's company and privacy but it was complicated, life is not a movie scene and you can't wipe away the bad memories easily.
*Time skip*
You were in the balcony, waiting for the sunset. You've been lying to yourself, thinking that teaching again and distracting yourself with some jokes would make you forget about the hell Toji and Mei Mei put you through. You were already suffering from anxiety and this incident made it worse. You were getting a good night sleep just because you were using the pills that Shoko gave to you or else you'll wake up screaming from your night terrors, from the trauma you had lived. You started getting random panic attacks whenever you were alone, your hands would get all sweaty and start shaking, cold sweat dripping from your forehead and you felt like being choked.
Maybe it would have been easier if you told them what you truly felt and not pretending to be okay. Maybe it would have been a lot easier if you confessed your true feelings to Satoru even if he rejects you.
A tear rolled down your cheek, knowing that it got worse and that Gojo did a mistake by saving you. Maybe the world would be a better place without you. You felt useless and a heavier burden now, going back to teaching to prove yourself useful in something, only to find your students pitying you and trying to help you instead of you helping them. With a deep breath, lost in your thoughts, you came to a conclusion, that leaving is the best option. It's been weeks and your curse didn't break, and you've already lost faith that it would break, and you can't live on false hope that one day you'll become a sorcerer and make your family proud. You feel like your husband that was forced to marry you, is now forced to take care of you and treat you differently because you were the unlucky one to get kidnapped by one the most dangerous murderers. Your family won't accept you or treat you fairly as long as you remain a monkey with no curse energy.
"It's all related" you chuckled to yourself,
You checked your phone, and credit card, already clothed in your jacket to protect you from the cold.
You took a moment to watch the sunset first, it was mesmerizing, the color degradation representing different phases.
"Sunsets are a living proof that endings can be beautiful too" you said to yourself.
You started walking away, leaving Jujutsu High behind, not knowing where your legs would take you but at least you know you'll be safe, Mei Mei and Toji are in prison now. You just wanted to get far away from everyone, you knew you didn't fit anywhere, you don't belong anywhere. So maybe you'll start as a normal simple human, with a normal simple job. It broke you to run away from them, you considered them a family and you knew you'll carry all those beautiful memories with you whenever you go, but what broke you the most, is leaving Gojo without a proper goodbye, but for your self-respect you chose not to give him another reason to feel sorry for you.
*Time skip*
"SENSEI! SENSEI HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N?" asked Gojo as he rushed downstairs after asking literally everyone and they said no.
"No!"
Panic coursed through his veins,
"Sensei what if someone abducted her again?"
"Relax Gojo, she's not a kid I'm sure she's safe, Toji is imprisoned so is Mei Mei, I'm sure she just went for a night stroll"
Gojo looked at him in disbelief, and left Jujutsu High and start searching for you, maybe he's being paranoid now and scared by the slightest thing but he can't afford to lose you, not again.
...
He searched everywhere, anywhere possible, he even went to Mei Mei's house to make sure you weren't there even though he knows damn well that both of them are paying for their mistakes. He check every corner, every street, every alley but you're nowhere to be found.
He started sweating, his heart hammering against his ribcage, feeling the sky narrowing around him and suffocating him.
"Where are you y/n, please!" he said to himself.
He paused when a thought crossed his mind, he knows you're a space enthusiast. You enjoy watching the clear night sky and chase the stars, but to do so you need an excluded area, away from Tokyo lights. A hill 2 hours away from Jujutsu High, but it's Satoru, he doesn't need 2 hours to reach that hill in a matter of seconds he found himself there.
It was dark, but he could see a figure standing, head's up to the sky. The city light bellow on full display. He knew right away that it was you. He wanted to announce his presence to not scare you, so with a soft voice he spoke,
"y/n?"
Yoh turned around, looking at him in disbelief. Without saying anything you started to walk away but he rushed towards you and grabbed your arm,
"Wait y/n please talk to me!"
"Satoru leave me alone"
"No! no I'm not leaving you alone, not this time! Why are you ignoring me? Why are you being being so cold towards me? I understand it was my fault and I'm so fucking sorry about it but please talk to me–"
"Satoru! For god's sake, let me go, let me live, let me try a new start away from all of this"
"Why? you can start anew here? with us! with me!"
"No you don't understand! I don't belong to your world, I don't belong here! I'm sick of it" you explained a tear fell down,
"You belong with me y/n, please let me help you"
"I don't fucking need your help, I don't need anyone's fucking help, I'm tired of being the one in need, I'm tired of being the one who needs to be saved. Because no one of you will, and because it's so fucking degrading, I'm sick of myself, sick of not being able to protect myself-"
"Y/n you're not realizing your potential, please don't rush things!"
"Don't rush things? It's been weeks Satoru and nothing worked, I can't let you go through this, you deserve to be with someone like you, you deserve to be with someone strong, a sorcerer not a talentless human. It's over okay!! I was ready to send you the divorce papers so you don't need worry about anything, I'm no longer a burden, and you won't take my responsibility, I know you're sick of me and of all this prophecy shit" you paused,
looking straight into his blue eyes, if you could trade the night sky for his eyes then you would, you would choose to look deep into those blue canvas. You wanted to take into his face, to stare longer memorizing his features so they take a longer time to fade from your memory.
"Rejoice Satoru, you're free!" you said and freed yourself from his grasp, walking away,
His heart beats escalated, watching you walk away. No it can't be, you can't leave him, not when he realized that he couldn't breathe without you, not when he realized he can't sleep without your scent in the room.
"No, you can't leave me"
He grabbed you again, pulling you against him,
"I can Satoru, that's what you fucking wanted so don't act like you don't want it"
"I'm not acting, I don't want you to leave"
"Why? So you can feel less guilty by making it up for me even if you don't want it?"
"NO!"
"Then fucking why?"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"
A moment of silence fell over the place, looking into each other's eyes, only your heavy breathing is being heard,
"I love you y/n, I love you so fucking much that I can't take it anymore, I love you that the only thing I can focus on is you, I lOVE YOU THAT I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF IT MEANS I GET TO BE WITH YOU, BECAUSE YOU'RE MY HEAVEN Y/N, YOU'RE MY BLESSING. I WAS YOUR CURSE AND I HATE MYSELF FOR THAT, BUT LOVE, LOVE MADE ME A FOOL, A FOOL FOR YOU"
You didn't say a word, you were too shocked, words still processing in your mind. You froze, trying to figure out if it was a dream or a reality. But when he crashed his lips on yours, you knew it was real, by the way his soft plump lips felt on yours. His big hands grabbing your waist pulling you towards his body that was screaming, yelling for you, for your touch. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation, a sensation you dreamt of for many nights, and days. Daydreaming, wondering how his lips would taste.
Instinctively your hands moved around his neck, pulling him closer. Your breath mixing, breathing each other in and out. Kissing each other so passionately as if your lives depend on it as if the world stops rotating, the clock stops ticking, and humans stops breathing. Only you and him in a vast world.
He pulled away, intoxicated by your taste, his eyes full of love and lust at the same time, growing impatient as the seconds passed by, the he spoke with a foggy voice,
"Let's go to our house, our home, tonight I'll make you mine and you'll make me yours.. let me do your duty as your husband, allow me to get a taste of you and get a taste of me"
Your chest rose and fell, feeling the electricity run in your system, turning you on even more.
"mhm" you nodded, you'd follow him everywhere even to your decease.
You were ready to finally give yourself to him, to allow him to do as he pleases to you and you do as you please to him. Finally, a few moments till you become a real husband and wife, a few moments till you taste heaven.
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piichuu · 1 day
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♡ LOVE IS ONLY A FEELING
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PAIRING: nanami kento x f!reader
SYNOPSIS: who knew that gojo satoru would be the reason for a love story to brew when he intentionally gave y/n the wrong number to set her up with his best friend?
GENRE: friends (ish) to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt to comfort, social media au
WARNINGS: will be pointed out in every chapter
TAG LIST: send an ask or reply under this post <3
STATUS: ongoing
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi again! my last smau was discontinued due to my lack of motivation and because life got in the way, but now i’m back with a new one and hopefully i’ll finish this. i’m however not making any promises because at the moment, i’m extremely unstable and this is my way to escape from reality, so i have no idea if i’ll want to throw this in the trash a week in because of impulses. but let’s at least try <3 also, the updates won’t be daily due to me only having two months left until i graduate and therefore have a lot in school, i hope that’s okay!
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PROFILES ONE | PROFILES TWO
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kentoshousewife · 1 day
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shower sex with nanami pt2...-> part one here!
tags; nsfw, 18+, smut OBV.
wc. 894 (short af ugh!)
writing for hubby nanamin again i just love him.
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it was the wee hours of a dreaded monday morning and nanami had woken up a little earlier than his set alarm, which doesn't happen too often but it's not an unnatural occurrence. he figured he might as well use the extra time to leisurely get ready for the day. slowly sitting up, trying not to wake you, nanami gets out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom.
he makes precise work of brushing his teeth while running the shower, waiting for it to become a decent temperature. hopping into the shower once it was suitable, he let the water run down his body, the pressure of the shower head feeling heavenly.
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you barely feel the bed shift as nanami gets up, but it wakes you out of your sleep anyway. you don't mind the disturbance, you don't have anything to do or anywhere to be, so there's no problem with rising a little early.
after a few seconds of rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you realize the shower is running. kento must've woken up early. you grin to yourself as a mischievous smile graces your lips so early in the morning.
stripping from your silk nightgown you make your way to the bathroom, opening the door. "ken.." you call out, "can i join you?" you ask just loud enough for him to hear over the running water.
"of course pumpkin, c'mon" he hums sweetly.
you push the curtain just enough for you to fit through and climb into the shower with a soft giggle. nanami swiftly rinses the soap from his body before turning to you. grabbing your hips, he turns you so you're now under the shower head.
you sigh in satisfaction at the warm water cascading down your body slightly sore from the night before. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, scratching the hair at the nape of his neck with your manicured fingernails. figuring since he has a little time before actually needs to start getting ready for work, you could have some fun with him. fortunately for you, nanami has the same thought.
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that's how you ended up stuffed full of your husband's fat cock so early in the morning. nanami held up one of your legs, spreading you open so he had an ample amount of room to fuck you until tears started gathering in your eyes. the tips of your toes on your other leg were barely touching the shower floor, he may as well have been carrying you.
the position he had you in let him reach the depths of your pussy, you could feel him in your stomach, and if you looked down, you were sure you'd be able to see him as well.
nanami confirmed your suspicions, looking down at you as he fucked the remaining drowsiness out of you, he saw the bulge of his cock poking your belly from the inside. he felt himself twitch wildly inside you at the sight. he took the liberty of pressing down on the bulge.
the action made your back arch while your nails scratched down his own, it sent electricity all throughout your body, ending at your toes.
the feeling of you clenching around him like a vice had his moans echoing throughout the bathroom.
"fuck, your cunny's so delightful pumpkin" he praised, "you feel good baby?"
you could barely speak, your brain practically turned to mush. "daddy feel s'good." you whimper, "g'nna make a mess".
you tried to warn him of your impending orgasm but you're pretty sure he could tell from how much you were clenching around him.
"i know honey, me too" he moves one of his hands to rub your clit in tight circles, "m'gnna fill you up so nice" he promises, "you wan' it?"
"yes daddy please, please" you beg repeatedly, yet unnecessarily. he could never say no to you, you deserve everything and more, the least he could do was give you the best orgasms of your life.
the pleasure his thick cock and his rough fingers were giving you brought you to your peak, "shit!" nanami moaned into the crook of your neck as he came rope after thick rope inside of you. the feeling of him feeling you up with his cum triggering your release completely.
"ohhh m'god" you squeal in delight. nanami sucks dark purple hickies into your brown skin while massaging the plushness of your thighs as you both try to come down from your reeling orgasms.
eventually, your legs were only slightly trembling instead of vigorously shaking like before, you two got cleaned up and dressed in the clothes you would begin your day in.
going down to the kitchen, you started a pot of coffee and breakfast, checking the clock to see how much time you had left to spend with your man before he had to depart for the day. seeing you had time to finish cooking and eat comfortably without rushing, you found yourself wishing you could start every morning like this.
nanami came around the corner and wrapped his arms around your waist as you moved around the kitchen, stuck to you like white on rice. the two of you spend the rest of your morning together eating breakfast and showering each other with soft kisses and words of affection.
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choso,,satoru,,yuuta,,so many choices. also i had no idea how to end this. i love him i wanna kiss him and have his babies.
(not proofread surprise surprise).
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muzansfangs · 2 days
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My dear readers, welcome to the “HAVE A DRINK” event. The idea of hosting something new to spice things up have been lingering in my mind for too long. To celebrate the one year anniversary of my account, I have decided to finally give in to the temptation and I have come up with this SMUT EVENT.
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• 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? It’s pretty simple! Below the theme divider, you will find the list of drinks I have come up with. Each one of them contains specific sexual activities I have chosen to include in the mix. If you like the drink, choose a character from Bleach, Jujutsu Kaisen or Demon Slayer to be the guest star of your request and submit it to me!
• 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. When you submit your request, make sure to write the name of the drink and the character you have chosen (e.g. Cosmopolitan + Mitsuri Kanroji).
• 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟? Some drinks may involve more than one character to pick. Please, pay close attention while submitting your request! As specified in my general rules for my head canons, there are some characters I do not write for and, if you do not specify the gender of the reader, I will write for female reader by default.
• 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝? There is not a deadline, yet if the requests are too repetitive I might have to decline some of them (e.g. too many characters for the same drink).
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𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐮.
✦ COSMOPOLITAN (virgin!reader, vaginal fingering, vanilla vaginal sex);
✦ BLACK RUSSIAN (spanking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, vaginal sex, creampie);
✦ BLOODY MARY (hate sex, choking, vaginal sex, degradation kink, overstimulation);
✦ SEX ON THE BEACH (semi-public sex, vaginal sex, drunk sex, cowgirl position, creampie);
✦ MOJITO (double!penetration, threesome, anal sex, vaginal sex, marking the partner);
✦ DAIQUIRI (cheating, modern/human!au, revenge sex, breeding kink, desk sex, clothed sex);
✦ WHISKEY SOUR (threesome, sixty-nine, sleepover scenario, nipple play, vaginal fingering, use of strap-ons);
✦ MARGARITA (blow job, cum swallowing, lingerie kink, vaginal fingering, playful face-slapping);
✦ MANHATTAN (anal sex, corruption kink, handcuffs, shy reader);
✦ MAI TAI (exhibitionsim, collar, manhandling, two additional characters masturbating to the sight in front of them, creampie);
✦ OLD FASHIONED (vanilla sex, pet names, holding hands while having sex, morally grey character who is only sweet for reader, sex after a battle).
𝐍𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.
✦ GIN (vaginal sex with strap or penis);
✦ VODKA (anal sex);
✦ TEQUILA (shower sex);
✦ RUM (oral sex);
✦ WHISKY (vaginal fingering);
✦ COGNAC (virginity loss);
✦ GRAPPA (passionate sex in front of the fireplace).
You can choose to add ICE CUBES to your NEAT DRINK. Each ice cube is a specific kink, or practice you would love to add to the standard request (e.g.: tequila + Byakuya Kuchiki + two ice cubes: vaginal sex and degradation kink).
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kamiversee · 22 hours
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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏
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✧.* CHAPTER 53 || The Hope
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[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, fluff, and a tiny weeny bit of angst.
[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3.4k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
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——BUT, BEFORE THAT HAPPENS, Gojo had to mentally prepare himself for such an event. Let you go officially? Cut all ties with you off? Move on?
Yeah, it was going to take a while for him to do that, especially given all that he knows. Gojo found himself taking like three showers as if to cleanse himself from the filth he’s had in his mind about you.
The first he took right after his talk with Geto. Being told he smelt like dick wasn’t the best for his ego so he went to go shower immediately. But, even after that, as he walked back into his room, he realized what scent his roommate was referring to.
So, he not only cleaned the entirety of his bedroom but he also took another shower afterward. Then, after later laying down in his bed thinking about what it’ll be like to officially part ways with you, Gojo’s mind flashed yet another lewd image of you and he had to jump up and head to the bathroom for a third time.
It was late at night by then and he stood under the water deep in thought for an hour, replaying all of what he’s put you through all over again. It slowly started to hit Gojo that what he did to you was truly unforgivable, even if you don’t know why he did it. If you’d ever come to Gojo and told him you loved him, he thinks he’d be pissed.
Not only would that make him think of you differently, because what kinda idiot do you have to be to love someone like him, but, it would also make him feel weird. It’s hard for Gojo to imagine what it’d be like to be loved back by you. He enjoys his feelings being one-sided but the moments he got to experience just a slither of reciprocation still linger in his thoughts.
One of his hands went up to his hair and he slid his fingers through it, warm water sliding down his chiseled body as he released a deep sigh. Damn you. That’s all he could think at this point, damn you.
Before this list, before he truly got involved with you, he swears his feelings weren’t this strong. Sure, you made his heart skip a beat every time the two of you made eye contact. And yeah, a simple ‘how're you doing today’ from you used to have him smiling for the next twenty-four hours but still. Hell, even a wave from you used to make his heart pound.
Even with all that, his feelings in themselves were deduced to be nothing more than a crush. He simply liked looking at you, hearing you, and knowing you were just one room over from Shoko’s. But, in Gojo’s mind, having a crush on you was the worst thing he could’ve ever done to himself.
He wishes he could take it all back, his feelings for you included. If only he could go back and stop himself from ever being curious about you. That’s what started it after all. Because, at the end of the day, Gojo knew who you were before you knew who he was— hell, even before Shoko knew who you were.
Even so, none of that matters now, right? It’s all over. When the two of you burn the list, he’ll use that as his opportunity to say bye.
A small smile graces Gojo’s face as he thinks about it. Maybe saying bye would do the two of you some good. It’s probably for the best anyway. Who cares about how he feels or why he did what he did, in the end; you’re happy now.
And that’s the only thing that matters to Gojo Satoru, your happiness.
So, as he finishes his shower and exits the bathroom with a towel hanging off his waist, he hopes that whatever it is you’re doing right now, you’re happy doing so.
If only the universe had blessed Gojo with knowing whether or not you were truly happy.
Sadly, he didn’t know for sure yet. But, in his heart, something told him that during the time you spend not talking to him, you’ll be at your happiest.
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And his heart was right.
You were at your happiest during the time spent not talking to him. Why? Because after that eventful Monday, you spent all of Tuesday planning for your date with Choso.
How could you not be happier? What more could you have ever asked for? The question of if you even deserve all this still lingers in the back of your head but you ignore the thought.
You’re pretty sure that the next few days made up for all that happened that Monday. Tuesday you spent planning your date, Wednesday you and Shoko went shopping for it— she insisted on helping after you told her you were going on one, Thursday you had a rather relaxing day, and then Friday was there and your date was scheduled for that night.
You were on cloud nine that entire day. From the moment you woke up that morning, your eyes gazed up at your ceiling and you smiled at the fact that tonight would be the night things become official.
Yes, Choso asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend but, the title wasn’t set in place yet. He insisted that you let him take you out first, even though you made the argument that the point of dates is to learn about your partner and you already know a lot about him— to which he responded by telling you that you don’t know what it’s like to go out to eat with him.
You let him win that little debate since you wanted to go out with Choso anyway. After getting out of bed that morning, you went and prepared yourself for a slow day up until nighttime, and to your surprise, the smell of your roommate cooking breakfast filled your nose.
Thus resulting in you sharing a wonderful first meal with Shoko, who you praised for preparing such a wonderful plate of food for the two of you. She claimed that it was to celebrate you finally going out with someone and that only reminded you of the fact that she is so out of the loop with the things you’ve been through over the past months.
You’ve been out plenty of times but to her, it was your first date with someone since last summer. Even though you felt bad that she didn’t know anything about what you experienced, it was heartwarming that she felt like today was a day to be celebrated.
“Anything for you roomie!” Shoko beamed as she wandered around the kitchen to clean the mess made from cooking.
It was after your meal with her and you sat watching her— she insisted that you not move a muscle.
Resting your cheek against your knuckles, you grin at the brown-haired woman, “Y’know, I’m just going on a date, this seriously wasn’t ne-“
“Babes, this is like, your fourth time telling me that, and uh,” She turns to you and flashes a smile, “A date is something to celebrate.”
“Is it really?” You drone out to the woman.
Shoko bats those pretty eyes of hers at you, “Yes! Especially when I finally get to meet this lover boy of yours.”
You chuckle and glance down at the counter space in front of you, “You don’t celebrate like this for your dates.”
“That’s because I go on too many for them to be celebrated,” She chuckles, soon turning away from you, “You go on one like every year.”
That makes you laugh, “Shoko, I go on more than one date per year…”
“Yeah?” She scoffs, “How many did you go on last year?”
“Uh…” Well, that’s actually a damn good question. Aside from the one you went on with Geto, which she doesn’t know about, and the few with Choso, which apparently weren’t real dates, you don’t think you’ve been on that many.
“My point exactly,” Shoko giggles, “And hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. Dates get exhausting anyway, trust me, I would know…” She grumbles to herself. Then, Shoko turns to you and walks over to the counter nearby you, “But since you’re going with someone you’ve been off and on withhhhh, things will turn out great!”
“I sure hope so,” You sigh.
She tilts her head at you and smiles as she takes in your expression, “Hey can I ask you something?”
You lift your eyes to her own and grin, “Sure.”
“…Well, it’s not exactly a question, more of a statement-, or, observation.” She murmurs.
You scoff nervously, “What is it, Shoko?”
“You just look… I dunno, happier these days,” She points out with a smile on her face, “Did you manage to score a job or somethin’?”
You sigh, “Uh, I had this small one, hence how I was able to catch up on my rent a few weeks back but uh, I… completed that job, I guess you could say.”
She raises a skeptical brow, “Completed it?”
“Well, I did all I wanted to do in that job,” You lie. It sucks how good you’ve gotten at doing so too, “So, I ended up leaving it.”
“Seriously? But you couldn’t find one for the longest. Hell, I remember you worrying about getting one before we even moved in together,” Shoko recalls.
“I know, I know but, there’s this paid internship I’m sure I can land, especially now that I have more free time on my hands,” You explain simply.
Her head nods slowly, “Right so, you quit that other job for a paid internship right before the semester starts back up?”
“Yeah,” You hum sheepishly.
Shoko smiles briefly, “I mean, I don’t wanna nag you about it or anything but, are you sure about this?”
“Hm? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I dunno,” She chuckles, shrugging, “I just wanted to check that you were confident about this. Between dating someone and trying to land an internship, then your studies… Didn’t’ want ya’ to put too much weight on your shoulders, I guess.”
This sudden warmth spreads throughout your heart. You cherish Shoko more than she knows, “I appreciate that but, I got this.”
A bright smile sparks across her features, “I know! But,” She leans in a little, “If you do need a few months off rent again, I don’t mind-“
“Shoko, please. Thank you but, that won’t happen again, I promise!” You ensure her.
She stares for a second before nodding, “Alright, alright, I have faith in you.”
The two of you share one last little smile before she taps the counter and returns to her previous task of cleaning. You watched her up until she was done and then she asked if you wanted her help in getting ready for your later date.
At first, you were unsure if you should even start getting ready this early but something about playing in your hair and makeup with Shoko for a few hours to kill time just sounded nice. So, that’s what the two of you ended up doing after the kitchen was cleaned.
In your bedroom, Shoko was quick to fly into your bathroom and grab all sorts of things out for you– you loved how much she liked helping you and she really did have a knack for styling and aesthetics. Plus, it was fun to giggle and joke around with her.
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Literally the entire day up until it was actually time for your date, you and Shoko were listening to music, she was talking your ear off about whatever some nurse at her job pestered her about recently (you loved the drama she always had), she helped you with getting ready and you went through many stages of trial and error with what to wear.
Yet, after time flew by so fast, she left you in your room to get yourself dressed officially. Shoko said she’d heard the door and by this time it was dark outside and you were ready with everything aside from the dress you’d picked out.
Shoko practically skipped to the door. She was so excited for you. After spending the past few hours with you, she needed to lay eyes on the man responsible for making you smile so softly every time he was brought up. Of course, she’d heard about Choso from you before but you never showed her a picture of him.
And yes, Shoko does know plenty of people and she knows who Choso is but, she really doesn’t remember what he looks like.
Which leads to now as she opens the door for the man. The moment she’s met with Choso, she realized she’d seen him around campus before, just never paid much attention to him.
“Well aren’t you something…” She greets in an almost dry tone. So badly did she want to comment that Gojo’s better, courtesy of her being biased toward her friend and having been rooting for him all along.
Then, she lets him inside and tells him you’ll be out in a minute, to which he nods and keeps his hands stuffed in his pockets. Shoko studies the man for a moment and it doesn’t take long for her to realize that he’s rather shy.
Even so, he didn’t look half bad– hell, worthy enough for you she supposes. “So…” Shoko starts, narrowing her eyes at him, “How’d you do it?”
Choso flinches and just barely meets her eyes, “H-How’d I do what?”
She tilts her head at him, flashing an overly skeptical look, “How’d you get her to fall for you?”
The man blinks a few times and Shoko doesn’t miss the way his face lights up a little at the mere mention of you, “Uh, I still ask myself that same question. Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Hmph,” She hums, eyeing him up and down. Despite her judgemental demeanor, she was actually fond of him already, “You like her a lot, don’t you?”
“Love her,” Choso corrects quickly, making direct eye contact with Shoko, “I love her.”
Shoko couldn’t help but smile, “Awww, I can tell.”
His face softens, “Can you?”
“Yeah,” Shoko snorts, her hands moving to make a gesture near her eyes, “Your pupils increased in size like ten times the second I brought her up.”
Choso’s ears go a bit red and he looks down at the floor, “Did they really?”
“Mhm, don’t worry, hers do the same thing,” She tells him, “I don’t know if you two are in love or just on drugs.”
“Maybe love is a drug,” Choso comments simply, lifting his gaze again.
Shoko nods, “Oh it definitely is. The worst drug, actually.”
The two make eye contact and Choso tilts his head curiously, “Worst?”
“Yeah, love makes things complicated and people tend to lose themselves when they're high off that feeling,” Shoko explains with a slight shrug, “I mean, I am a medical student so I know a thing or two about drugs, and love is definitely the worst.”
“Hm, I don’t wanna argue with ya’ doc but, if love is a drug it’s definitely the most beautiful of them all,” Choso says simply, smiling ever so slightly.
Shoko laughs, “It can be, yes. But, in most cases, people don’t know how to handle such a strong emotion and it leads them to do outlandish things,” She sends him a serious look, “All of which is done in the name of love.”
“Well, doing outlandish things is okay if it’s for the person you love, no?” Choso asks, raising a brow.
The woman hums, “Hmm, I dunno’ about that. Love is also just a complicated emotion so it really boils down to morals and shit as to what’s okay to do in the name of love and what’s not.”
He chuckles a bit and nods, “Fair point,”
“But feelings are stupid anyway so-” Shoko stops as she sees you emerging from your room from the corner of her eye, “Danm,” She breathes out.
Choso’s brows furrow before he follows her gaze and his eyes and on you. “Holy…” His voice dies out as his breath leaves him, the sight of you completely stripping him of any oxygen.
For one, of course, the two of you color-coordinated to match one another so, while Choso was wearing a predominately black suit and tie, the dress shirt beneath his suit jacket was a deep and rich purple, you were wearing this black dress that had this sparkle to it and as the light hit you, a purple shade reflected off you.
Even with the beautiful dress you were wearing, Choso wasn’t paying much attention to it– his eyes were all over your face and he felt himself falling in love all over again. His feet slowly moved on their own, taking careful steps toward you as you approached him.
“Hi Cho,” You greeted simply, this pretty little smile spread across your face. He looked sexy put together and dressed in a suit but you hoped your face didn’t show how attractive you found him.
The second he got close enough, his hands went to the sides of your neck, thumbs near your jaw as he pulled you close to him and carefully forced your head up, gazing down at you completely starstruck. “Hi princess,” He murmurs.
The moment was really cute and that damn nickname made you smile for the millionth time but then you hear Shoko’s voice in the background, “Oh, and he calls you princess?” She comments, “Gotta’ love these nicknames, sweets.” She teases.
Your face gets all hot suddenly and you glance past Choso and to her, “Hush,” You hummed playfully.
She laughs and then goes to walk away but you don’t really get to see that as Choso turns your head back to him.
You tilt your head at the man who’s still just staring at you, “What?”
“You’re…” He blinks, trying to find the right words when there’s a million he could use to describe you right now.
You snicker and lean forward a bit, “I’m…? C’mon, get it out…” You tease.
Choso tilts his head opposite of yours and leans down until his lips are hovering over yours, “Everything I could’ve ever asked for,” He whispers.
You gush and find it difficult not to smile as his lips press into yours for just a moment. Then, when he pulls away, he appears completely mesmerized by you.
You drag a hand up to his torso and just barely feel against the suit he’s wearing, “Am I really?”
“Yes, yes you are,” Choso breathes out, his hands dropping to your waist.
A long moment of you two just admiring one another floats by and you don’t think your heart and mind have ever been so full and content with something or someone before. The two of you felt like two idiotic teenagers going on their first date with the way both of you smiled like fools at one another before laughing.
It was awkward but this cute kinda awkward. And that only lasted until Shoko spoke again, “Okay kids, this is the part where you go out and have fun!” She says to the two of you.
You and Choso laugh before looking to the woman in sync. “Right, I just got distracted by my handsome soon-to-be boyfriend’s face,” You comment sweetly.
Choso quickly looks at you again and he has to bite back the urge to smither the side of your face in kisses. Even the title ‘soon-to-be boyfriend’ drove him crazy. He wanted this night to go by slowly and quickly at the same time.
“Uhuh,” Shoko snickers, “Whatever you say, can you guys just go now? I want the apartment to myself please,” She requests with a smile on her face.
You and Choso chuckle one last time before finally moving to exit, your hand flying up to wave goodbye to your roommate, who mouths out a have fun to you just before you leave.
Oh it was sure to be a night to remember for you. On your first official date with Choso, everything should go perfectly, right?
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GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢
KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮
ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???
NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙
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tsukimefuku · 2 days
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POUT QUEEN • NANAMI KENTO
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You always got a pout when your husband Nanami arrived at home after a long day of work and didn’t kiss you hello. You constantly had to ask him to do it at least twice a week, but simply thought that his job was very demanding, so due to his tiredness, he just wound up forgetting it.
But then, one day, you switched shifts at work and now he was genuinely upset. Why? Because he wasn’t welcomed by your smiles, your honeyed voice and especially the cute pout he got from the love of his life every time he “forgot” to kiss you hello.
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actuallysaiyan · 2 days
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The first time Kento pulls down his boxers, an audible "Woah" falls from your lips. You've never seen a cock this big. It's got length to it, but the girth is what makes your eyes widen. Kento blushes at your reaction, trying to pull up his boxers to hide from you.
"No, no," you shake your head. "That was a good woah."
Kento looks away shyly, "I just..." He blushes even more. "I've never had anyone react like that."
It's your turn to blush. You can't believe no other woman has reacted to this monster of a cock. You wonder if you're even going to be able to fit inside of you. You gently reach out to take it into your hand, your fingers not even touching. Then you bring your arm up and you hold it against his cock. Kento blushes even more.
"Your cock is as thick as my forearm."
You feel your heart racing even more. This is certainly the biggest one you've ever had. You try to ease his nervousness with sweet little kisses on his thighs, moving lower to begin kissing his heavy balls. He looks down at you with so much lust in his eyes. His cheeks and the tops of his ears are tinged pink. It's such an adorable sight to see. Such a big man so shy and bashful.
You lick up the precum that's gathered on the tip, smirking up at him. Then you wrap your lips around the thick tip, doing your best to take what you can into your mouth.
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materialgworlas · 18 hours
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