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satoruhour · 9 months

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gggOoooOOOOD MORNING ‼️‼️ ive been eating up your masterlist esp your racer au UGHHHH that was the last thought in my head before sleep and the first when i woke racer!geto was just. so. fking. h o t. u dont understand like that has a G R I P on me rn UGHHHH I LOVE IT SM do u have any spare hc for geto in this racer!au? if u dont thats okay! just know i ate that fic up 🫶🏻🫶🏻🥺🥺

a/n: thank u anon 4 the support im glad u liked the racer!au hehe. the original au here, how did you meet and geto’s own elaboration post for context. tagging @na-t0 @crysugu @omgeto @slttygeto / 2.4k

warnings: (in second half of post) mentions + discussions of semi-public sex, filming, fingering while driving, oral (f and m receiving), protected and unprotected sex, f and m masturbation, phone / webcam sex, sharing with gojo & nanami

AAHHH i might have !!! racer!geto has a special place in my heart huhu i would love to develop more

to start off i would say that he’s just… such a good bf. like i know it’s obvious but also the next day after your late night drifting he texted you to ask if you wanted to go back to the cafe :D

he paid for everything again and he was so happy seeing u get another cinnamoroll trinket !!

so when the cafe has another sanrio event you BET hes bringing you there again. it just so happened that it was a berry and cherry event too ahhhh geto’s so cute getting all excited and stuff

he got you two matching coffees with berry and cherry foam art

that cafe has become a monument in your relationship — your first date, the place where geto officially asks you to be his partner with a big bouquet of flowers that you’re hiding ur face wherever you go for the rest of the day cause it’s huge 😭 he brings you there with his racer friends as well (gojo cheers and nanami scoffs that these things weren’t for him but he loved their pastries wheeee)

attentive, attentive! always leaves his jacket in the car for you if you get cold in his Mazda. resorts to a jacket he doesnt like to wear much but bc he always puts you first, he doesn’t mind :(

geto doesnt like to race with outerwear on him so he always loves seeing you greet him after a successful race with a big grin on your face, jacket swallowing ur physique as u keep urself protected against the tokyo chill !!!

said this before but he looooves seeing you in his car. it just ignites something in him, seeing you propped up on the leather seats and looking out the window when you’re driving. it just gets him sort of feral

ALSO also bc his Mazda was his first proper and real racing car he’s very selective of who he lets touch it / sit in it etc

so when gojo does it he swats him away like a fly and asks him not to dirty his finishing as also geto is the only one to be seen in his car until you come along and gojo sees you sitting on the hood

hes reaching forward to tell you to get off bc he knows suguru doesnt like it but your bf only walks up between your legs to greet you with a big smile. the betrayal gojo felt 💀

overall the relationship with geto is quiet and calming. no need for talking if you dont feel like !!! all racer geto needs is his hand on your thigh that’s always stroking the skin there and you

but loves it when you do talk! he tries so hard not to turn to you cause if he does he’d crash the car 😭😭 he just loves ur beauty and the way you ramble so much !!

one time he swerved and almost hit a car because he was watching you talk about the recent research you did on cars and also running back the terminology he’s been patiently teaching you

to hear his partner talk about cars >>> he’s so excited that you’re finally entering his world that he gets so engrossed and almost collides 😭

NO MORE pls omg he was more scared than you were

but also running off on that, geto is understanding when he teaches you about terminology about racing, abt the parts in a car. he took apart an old car in his garage just to teach you and he loved that you were trying your best to memorise everything 🥹

getting into an rs with geto also has given you more confidence, so he loves how you strut your stuff. he wasnt complicit in anything truly !!! didnt force you to wear anything or do anything you didnt want to, so he was very proud of you when you came out of your shell

geto would love you either way :3 hes just a sweet boy like that

i also relate him to han very closely from f&f… always eating his snacks in tokyo drift LMFAO - geto is chill, letting you feed him his snacks as you cuddle up on him on his hood and watch the new race

ok so, he LOVES racing and geeking out about them but he finds sometimes he watches you way more than the races and before then the race is already over 😭

“suguru! did you see how i crushed the other guy?” gojo emerges and shouts across the parking lot and geto is just like “huh? sorry i wasnt looking was too busy looking at my lover” LMAOOO

when you can’t attend his races you always make it a point to send a selfie with your cherry keychain and he sends one with his berry one back and its just soooo cute youre giving him so much wallpaper material!!

also likes to bring you on drives at night - if you need to rush something or study you bet he’ll be there. he’ll try not to interrupt you, looking at your knees tucked in your arms and memorising your notes

he plays those subliminal audios as a joke and annoys you in the process 💀

and then just pecks your forehead in apology as he watches or helps you with assignments while occasionally looking out the window and smoking

geto always has a hand on you. it shows his possessive streak and just a general love for physical touch

like i said doesnt pressure u into anything but you’ve expressed interests in his tattoos before

you get a tramp stamp with him for your first one! the pain wasnt that bad, more from lying on your stomach for like 2.5h because of the shading lol. it’s a simple one, but a popular one because of the culture

geto offered to pay for you and you rejected, and he said “alright. half at least” and you didnt exactly oppose that because you were running low on jpn yen for your overseas exchange stay

the tattoo looked so good omfg geto was like . going INSANE it was lowkey funny

gojo and nanami wouldnt hear the end of it for like 3 weeks 😭😭😭

had the photo of you and your tramp stamp as his lockscreen for the longest time

as always tattoos are very addictive! you got a few more in the short span of 6 months (maybe 2-3 small ones) but what really made geto go like. clinically insane was this super big on on your thigh (peep the very first post of this au!!)

it’s a spider with chinese traditional ropes and it was by far your biggest one, taking a dent in your account that you had to lie and ask ur parents for more money after and promise to pay back by working part time

ok i need to preface this part first that geto adores your thighs - you didnt show much of it at first but when you start to be more comfortable with the racing scene he almost came in his pants when you first wore a miniskirt

so to see such beautiful ink on YOUR thighs oh my days felt like you were a goddess walking down the steps to his garage

has a little matching tattoo with you :( it’s not too obvious, but has features of berry and cherry on the both of you <3 down the line he would get other vague and subtle couple tats with you but if you want to mark up your body however you wanna he’d like that too :3

so i actually left the latest fic on a cliffhanger… bro was so heartbroken after you left :( couldnt race properly, couldnt focus in uni, poor boy

even gojo or nanami couldnt get thru to him, but over time he got used to the distance and timezones. moves his whole set-up to the garage just so he’d get better wifi there and also show the latest upgrades to his car !!! the webcam quality is pretty shitty on both ends though so you get disappointed more than once trying to talk to him bc the call isnt connecting well :/

continues to send those berry / cherry pics where you’re miles away, and more than once suguru has gone to bed crying :(( but i will keep these sad ones short bc i hate angst and also i might wanna write a next part uh… we’ll see

geto also mails things to you which take ages to ship and you only get the presents one month before you finish uni for good and 💀 it’s so funny seeing his shock at you having just received his gifts

a sweet, sweet bf who takes care of you immensely <3

n*sfw hc’s under divider

now >:) i also dont want to go into too much detail because. i might. MIGHT. continue. do not ask for the next part explicitly tho that shit annoys me. but geto loves to see your body on his car and the risks that come with it

you guys fuck more in his car compared to his or your room looool.

fingers you when he drives sometimes. when you’re feeling needy all you need to do is drag his fingers to your throbbing core and let him feel how wet you are.

he tries so hard not to look at you bc you know what happened the last time, so he relies purely on his touch and your hands, fingers slipping inside your panties and he grabs onto the steering wheel with the hardest grip

geto has the patience of a monk, however, letting you use him for your high and grinding down on his fingers. it’s usually not after the race or errand that he properly fucks you bc he knows if he starts he will. not. stop. not even lying

has adrenaline high after racing and will fuck you always unless he’s roughed up, but unlike gojo he probably will drive to a more secluded area. the car is there, the risk is there, it gets geto all riled up

one time he was pissed his opponent scratched his Mazda while racing and while he still won, he pushed you into his leather seats to slam into you. he was going so hard the car was shaking, and he teasingly shows you the brief video gojo sends you later, caressing your very sore legs (you were fine with the recording)

“guess i went too hard, huh?”

you shove him and tell him jokingly, “tell your pervert friend to stop filming us!”

“you like it. me showing everyone who you belong to.” geto is so possessive i swear

loves fucking you in the mountains bro is freaky asf. brings you on late night drives and lays on the hood with you to watch the stars - sometimes it ends cleanly but most times you’re feeling up each other until you’re bent over his Mazda letting him fuck you raw

has fucked you while in the driver’s seat, riding him. has given u oral as u lay on the hood of his car, done a full nelson in his backseat whew you name it he’s so gross and filthy.

when u contrast it properly with how loving and generous he is and to him when it comes to you and your body the difference is insane. but it also sometimes seeps through when he can’t handle your cute outfits and just has to land a smack and squeeze to your ass

ok this isnt n*sfw but it’s so hot of him - he HAS done this before. made you sit in gojo’s car as he drifted around you in a quiet tokyo crossing late one night and oh my god you made sure he knew how attractive you thought he was. gojo left right away when you two started flirting 💀

likes to both give and receive, so the first time you go down on him was possibly just right after he’s done the drifting around you and you couldn’t resist palming him from the passenger’s seat. you asked him to pull over immediately went to the driver’s side and started pulling at his pants.

you didnt even think that your knees were going to be on gravel so before you could kneel down to suck him off he took his jacket from the back seat to put on the ground …. and then proceeded to get the best blowjob of his life LMFAOOOO

getos a little crazy it’s ok i can take him ! but yea hes filthy thru and thru and dude he missed you sm when you left back to your country.

of course, of COURSE has jerked off at the thought of you, to photos you’d send of a new outfit. also has proposed having phone sex. webcam sex is reserved for special occasions because the sight of you playing with yourself is enough for him to book a flight 😭 he possibly couldnt handle it so he settles for your voice only

he doesnt like to share you, but when you do ask if youve ever thought of getting gojo and nanami in on the fun …. ooh. good luck

again his possessiveness shows so he doesn’t let them fuck you raw lol but rather ask them to get their own condoms 💀💀

his friends r freaks too you realise but it’s time to time where the three of them will organise dates to have some fun with you, but only when youre comfortable. geto putting ur comfort first always 🙏

so sometimes you reject them bc you have an exam comin up etc and geto just treats you in his car or your bedroom alone and even with just him, hes already enough to make you go crazy and moan <3

peep that op has that same exact spider tattoo on her thigh~ teehee

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trulyumai · 2 months

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Kisses and Ceramics

Synopsis: You decided to go to an Arts and Wines studio with Nanami, who looks displeased with his end result. Luckily, his adoring (future), wife, is there to comfort him.

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

Warnings: None (Just a Fluff Overload)

Authors Note: I thought of this cute little blurb while studying for my exam and I just had to write it before I forgot! That and to procrastinate my studying, but shhh!

Enjoy this fluffy piece!

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Nanami wondered if it was a mistake coming here.

Sitting across from him was you; with your tongue peeking out as you lightly pressed a brush against a bowl you had displayed so proudly. Swiftly and slowly making pink flower designs on the white ceramic, you didn’t notice the man's sour mood just yet.

His cup sat pathetically, it was uneven and bumpy. he didn’t dare put more effort into it,afraid he would somehow make it worse

It looked like a child scribbled lines on it, sneezing as they traced upon the cup making the blue vertical stripes come out uneven; sloppy.

Wincing he grabbed the wine glass just beside him, sipping it down in one go before staring back at his disaster in front of him.

Noticing the blonde haired man hesitancy, you swallowed.

“Everything okay, Kento?” Slightly smiling, you put on a worried face.

Maybe asking him to go was a bad idea, he wasn’t much into arts and crafts and you should have taken the hint when you first brought it up to him

He didn’t exactly seem… ecstatic… to go.

Recalling back you remembered when it came to fruition

The day had just ended, you both were lying comfortably on the plush couch adorning the middle of your living room.

His arm was around your shoulders, while your head was leaning comfortably on his chest.

It came to you in the spur of the moment, jumping up and startling him you blurted it right out.

“Kento! We should dine and paint this weekend! Satoru- he went with his date last week and he said it was really fun!”

Squinting at the name of the white haired man, he had to resist letting out a sigh.

He couldn’t remember the last time he made anything. Painting? It really wasn’t his forte, but you sat there staring at him

Looking at him with those glossy orbs of yours and who was he to say no to such a face?

Putting on the best expression he could muster, he stroked your cheek, placing his hand on your chin tilting it upwards.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” leaning in he placed a chaste kiss to your lips, savoring the sweet and minty taste before pulling back, glancing once more at the television.

The sound of laughter brought you back, the couples around you giggled as they compared crafts, hugging and kissing each other often.

“Kento,” you giggled, pointing at his cup with a dainty finger.

“Let me see, it can’t be as bad as you’re making it-”

“Absolutely not.” With a firm hand he pushed your finger back to its space.

“Please? I swear I won’t make fun!” Bottom lip protruding you talked once more.

“Pleaaaaaase, Ken?”

That was all it took. With a sigh, he squinted his eyes, grabbing the poor excuse of a mug and handed it over.

“Thank youuu!” You sang, taking it and going over each divet and bump with care.

“It’s great! It has more personality than any of theres I bet,” she eyed the other couple by them, who he noticed had painted the cups a solid yellow.

“Satoru doesn’t have anything on th-

“Don’t say it,” he mumbled, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

He remembered Gojos cups, as they were shoved in his face the night prior.

It was frustratingly perfect, glazed with a sheen and a light blue color adorning its circumference.

“See if you can do better!” The white haired man had laughed, loud and arrogant as usual and his urge to punch him was strong.

“Satoru,” he heard you behind him, and relaxed his shoulders.

“No showing off! but how did you get it so shiny?!”

Staring at you now his eyes softened.

You held it with such care, turning it slowly to admire each and every groove.

“Don’t forget to put your name on the bottom, honey,”

Looking up you met his gaze, it was sweet to see him already staring, with loving eyes and a light smile instead of a frown.

He hummed in agreement, taking back the cup delicately, no longer hating how rough it felt.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad, placing his finished project next to yours he leaned forward, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll send a picture to Gojo, he’ll wanna see em!”

He sighed once more

He was never going to live this down.

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#JJK #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk fanfic #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #Gojo #fluff #anime #i should go back to studying now

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creamhoodie · 4 months

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Supercut

Summary: You and Gojo were dating in your youth. Your relationship was an intimate secret the two of you held close. After a mission went astray, your relationship fell apart. Flash forward a few years and you're now dating Kento Nanami and are forced to navigate your feelings regarding the two of them.

Tags: fem reader, NSFW, 18+ content, angst, love triangle, flashback scenes written in italics.

A/N: This will be my first multi chapter fic I've written on here (plz comment if you'd like to be included in a tag list. ) Also pls do not make fun or point out any plot holes when it comes to explaining & introducing stuff having to do with curses. This is all for fun and fantasy no way reflecting canon. The things I write about are meant to make sense within the context of the story & will be explained as the story progresses.

wc: 5.4k

Chapter 1: The Day Everything Changed

“Oh. The flowers? Is it a special day?” Gojo asked, poking his head into your empty classroom as you sat at your desk grading papers.

The roses he spoke of were in a pristine glass vase. A gift from your boyfriend.

“Kento got them for me for our anniversary,” you replied shortly.

“Oh really? How long has it been now?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as if thinking.

“Two years,” you replied.

Surely he knew. How couldn’t he? The two of you had history and call it arrogance but given that history you were sure he kept tabs on your romantic life.

“Congratulations,” he said, though his enthusiasm seemed forced.

It was enough to make you snap

“Is there a reason you came to see me?” you asked.

He smiled and walked into the room fully now, a pink bag in his hand and placed it on your desk next to the flowers.

“I got you a souvenir from when I went to Kyoto,” he said, seemingly pleased with himself.

Curiosity winning out, you peered into the bag to find a medium sized white box. Taking the box out, you lifted the lid and gasped.

“It’s Kyogashi! Oh Satoru you shouldn’t have,” you said with glee at him having gotten you your favorite flower sweets.

Caught up in the moment you stood from your desk and hugged him. His chest vibrated as he laughed at your enthusiasm. His arms enveloped you as well and you felt his hands stroke your hair. Pulling back, you saw him looking down at you.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been this close,” he said, the corners of his lips flickering upwards.

Your face flushed beet red as he referenced your past with him.

“For good reason,” you said, shoving him away. He reluctantly let you go. Straightening your blouse, you hoped his cologne didn’t linger on your clothes. You wouldn’t want to have to explain that to Nanami.

“Have you ever told him about us?” Gojo asked, as if reading your mind.

“No. That’s all in the past. It was a long time ago so there’s no need to bring it up. Besides, you broke up with me. Remember?”

He appeared visibly hurt at your words, but there was no denying the truth in them. He had been the one who had ended things with you, even if it had been in an unorthodox way.

“Remember what?” Nanami walked into the room, having caught only the last of your words. You seemed flustered but luckily Gojo was quick on his feet as always.

“She was just reminding me that it’s the two of you’s anniversary,” he said.

Nanami walked over to you and placed an arm around your shoulders as he always did for comfort.

“Oh good. That’s exactly why I’m here to take her out for dinner. Otherwise she’ll work herself to death,” your boyfriend said laughing slightly. He peered over at your desk at the box and asked, “what are these?”

“Gojo got these for me as a souvenir from his mission in Kyoto,” you replied.

You’d never lie to Nanami, he didn’t deserve that. Plus it wasn’t unusual for Gojo to bring everyone souvenirs of some sort.

“Oh that’s nice. You deserve so many sweet things, darling,” he said, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. He then addressed Gojo, “if you’ll excuse us I made reservations for us tonight so we really must be going.”

Nanami led you to the door, but not before stopping to grab your purse and drape it over his shoulder to carry it for you.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you said, snuggling into Gojo’s chest.

The two of you were laying down in a hammock outside, basking in the sun. Since there had been nothing pressing and it was an ‘off day’ the two of you had hiked near the outskirts of campus to set up the hammock and relax.

“So do I,” he replied, his lips grazing the top of your hair.

It was a nice spring day, the kind where the warmth of the sun shot dopamine into your veins and made life worth living again. Take into account the added warmth of Gojo’s body and you couldn't imagine a better place to be.

These getaways between the two of you had been more frequent and a secret from the rest of your cohort at jujutsu high. It’s not that the two of you had intended to make things secret, but you both found comfort and beauty in the privacy your relationship had to offer.

You felt Gojo’s lips at your jawline, trailing kisses there.

“Listen, about this upcoming mission…” he began what had been a source of contention between the two of you this past week.

“I know what you’re gonna say. I’m not staying behind, Yaga said I’m ready.”

You looked up at him, he was silent for a moment, his mouth forming a rigid line. Snuggling into him more, you tried to break down his resolve. “Satoru, you don’t have to worry about me, I can handle myself.”

His crystal eyes softened behind his frames and he pressed another kiss on top of your head before speaking.

“It’s not that I don’t think you’re ready. It’s not about Yaga thinking you’re ready. It’s just that special grade curses are different. They are on another level.”

“Well if it’s not about me being ready then what’s it about?” you pressed.

His cheeks grew pink.

“I just can’t lose you. I can’t stand the idea of you being hurt,” he said.

It was the closest to a confession about his feelings you’d gotten. He was sweet, affectionate, caring, and very much protective. But one thing Gojo struggled with was voicing his feelings. The fact that he did so now emphasized to you how serious he was about the upcoming mission and the danger it presented.

“I know, but that’s why you’ll be there to help protect me. Plus there’s Nanami, Yaga said he’d be going too.”

Gojo nodded, but his eyes had again taken that look where he seemed so far away in thought. You often wondered if his mind was occupied by the intersection of cursed energy and humanity as he always seemed lost in complex thought. But oftentimes when you’d catch him in this rumination, he’d quickly snap back to his carefree self, leaving you wondering if you had imagined it. This time, he let his rumination linger.

“Satoru, I’ll be fine. It’ll all be fine,” you said, softly inching upwards to snuggle your face into his neck, breathing in his ocean breeze scent.

“You better be, because I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s not.”

With the conviction he said it, you wondered if it’s the first time in his life Satoru Gojo felt truly vulnerable.

“How are you liking your meal?” Nanami asked over a bite of his own steak.

“It’s excellent. The salmon and lobster are to die for,” you replied.

The waitress stopped by and asked if the two of you needed anything. Nanami asked for more champagne as it was a special night.

The thing about Kento Nanami is that he was a lot more loose and laid back than people would think, of course under the right circumstances. Holidays and anniversaries provided those circumstances. Of course there was you, whenever the two of you were in a room together, people saw a side of him they usually didn’t see, a doting and affectionate side.

“My love, I want to take a moment to thank you for spending these past two years with me. Every moment of everyday you’ve given me something to live for,” he said. His hand reached out over the table to cover your free one, the warmth of his calloused palm made you shiver. You couldn’t help but compare his hand to Gojo, whose skin was soft.

No, that wasn’t right.

Why were you thinking of Gojo right now? You love Nanami, you have always been certain of that.

“Love?” Nanami questioned, worry forming behind his spectacles.

“I should be thanking you, Kento. You’ve treated me like a princess these past two years,” you replied.

He smiled, and it reached his eyes.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you said.

You loved Kento Nanami and his calloused hands you knew he had acquired from his years of hard work, both physical and mental labor that shaped the foundation of who he was and his beliefs. It was better to leave Satoru Gojo and his soft hands in the past, there was no place for him or them in your life anymore. He had been the one to make that clear.

“Just stick by me and you’ll be fine,” Gojo said to you as the three of you came upon a corporate office in the special wards of Tokyo.

The veil had been cast and the area had been blocked off by authorities so there wasn’t any concern of civilians being caught in the crossfire, or so it would seem.

“Remember this special grade can shapeshift, so it’s best we stick together. From the reports, it’s intelligent so it’s been camping out in this office building and luring victims inside using its shape shifting abilities,” Nanami said, giving you two a rundown in case you hadn’t done your homework.

Maybe other times he’d be justified in doing this, as Gojo was known for winging it, but given your presence, he had made you read the reports with him over and over.

So you knew that not only was the special grade curse a shapeshifter, but that it had been luring victims all over Toyoko in different places for the past few months. Due to its intelligence, the trail of it had gone cold as it was acting as a serial killer of sorts and had covered its tracks once it had sensed it was being hunted.

Most wicked of all the curse seemed to have had access to a missing person database and therefore transformed into the missing person and lured friends and family to their deaths.

It was awful, but it explained why Gojo was so worried, the curse exploited those dear to you.

“I should go in first, and scope it out. If I see it I’ll exorcise it,” Gojo said.

So much for sticking close to him, you thought.

“That wasn’t the plan,” Nanami refuted, “Yaga said we should stick together. Besides, it’s more logical that way. If it turns into you and we’re separated it can cause more confusion.”

“It can’t copy my techniques,” Gojo said, unconcerned and determined to go at it alone, no doubt his intention was to protect you.

“We don’t know that for certain. It hasn’t transformed into a sorcerer before. It’s best we stick together on the off chance it can mimick more than appearance.”

Gojo’s jaw was clenched. Nanami had him backed into a corner with his logic, there was no refuting it. Whether splitting up or staying together, there would still be risks posed to you.

His eyes locked with yours, but he made it seem as he was talking to the both of you.

“Stick by me.”

“Mmm, Kento” your head fell back in pleasure as he laid kisses down your neck, the door to your shared penthouse apartment just closing behind you. His kisses were heated and lustful, bringing out a side of him only you had the privilege of knowing.

“I want you, badly.. need you right now,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Fuck, so take me,” you replied.

He picked you up, effortlessly as though you were weightless, carrying you to your bedroom. He plopped you down on the bed and you fell back against the silken sheets.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve been thinking about this moment all day,” he confessed as he undid the buttons of your blouse. You helped him shrug it off your shoulders until it was discarded to the side. That left you in your bra, breasts spilling out of the tight cups, a lone nipple just managing to peek through the top. Nanami cursed, hardening at the nip slip. He couldn’t seem to help himself as he bent forward to kiss you again, the kiss festering into a passionate make out of tongues, the stream of salvia that connected the two of you even after you broke apart served as evidence for the heated exchange.

“Ken,” you whimpered, the jolt of heat between your thighs growing painful.

“I know, all in good time,” he cooed. He groped your breasts, squeezing them slightly so they spilled over in the cups, both nipples fully exposed now. His hands moved quickly to undo your bra, fully removing it now. His lips found yours again, and you moaned into the kiss as he massaged your sensitive breasts. With shaky hands, you began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his muscled torso. The kiss became hungrier as you palmed at his pants to undo his zipper, when your hand made contact with his hard on, he muttered a faint “oh fuck,” against your lips. He gently pushed you back so you were laid down on the bed fully as he positioned himself on his knees in front of you. Quickly, your lower half was undressed panties and all until you were completely naked before him.

“So beautiful,” he praised once again, his face inched forward and you knew what he was going to do, “and all mine,” he added before his tongue licked at your folds.

You gasped, grasping at the silken bedsheets to stabilize yourself as he continued to pleasure you. His fingers began to join in and between them and his tongue he was crafting a symphonic arrangement uniquely curated to you and all your sensitive parts. His fingers stimulated your clit while he lapped at your arousal which continued to flood, overflowing and dripping on his chin.

“Kento, yes..it feels so good,” you moaned. He picked up the speed and as he did your hands went from the bedsheets to his hair, in an effort to be even closer, you pressed his face against your sex. You cried out as you felt the friction from his frames against your vulnerable skin.

All the white he continued to lap, the lewd noises of your wet skin and his lips permeating the dark room.

“Ken-I’m so close,” you warned.

“So cum then, cum all over my tongue,” he panted before resuming.

His voice, so animalistic, so unhinged and unlike his usual composed self, set you on edge and you felt your toes curl as the familiar sensation of an orgasm overtook your body.

Gasping for air, you felt your body give out to the sweet release as below Nanami lapped it all up.

“Tastes. So. Good,” he said each word between laps, savoring it.

By this point, you had fallen fully back against the bedsheets, hands over your head, your ribs and breasts rising and falling as you caught your breath. The view of Nanami, glasses drenched with moisture, hair flopping out of its usual gel style, and mouth puffy and pink made your heart race. And it began to race even more as he stood up, undid his tie, and shrugged off his shirt you had unbuttoned. His glasses soon followed, revealing his stunning hazel eyes. Finally, his pants and boxers were discarded.

Although you and Nanami had been very sexually active these past two years, it still caught you by surprise how big his cock was. It was long and the girth was impressive, and his pink head was the same color as his lips.

“We’re not done yet,” he whispered, lining himself up with your sex. “Spread your legs even wider for me, love.”

You did as he asked and the glow of the city lights coming in from the window shining on his skin made him all the more handsome. You felt his mushroom tip fetter its way into your folds easily and you both moaned in unison at the skin to skin contact as he slid his length into you. When he completely bottomed out inside you, he paused for a moment, allowing himself to soak inside of your warmth.

“You feel so good,” he sighed in complete bliss. Throughout your relationship during your pillow talk and aftercare he had described being in you as being in a domain. All he could feel was you, as though all he was ever meant to do was be inside of you, every moment of his life all the hard work and hours he has put in as a salaryman and a sorcerer had been to lead him to this moment, soaking inside of you, his heaven and his relief. He rested his forehead against yours for a few moments, the two of you savoring the sensation and tension of the unprotected contact that felt just as good as the first time even after two years. Shaky breaths and whimpers were the only sounds in the room. That is, until he spoke again.

“Tell me you love me,” he requested,”need to hear it again.”

“I love you,” you replied, genuinely.

“I love you too,” he reciprocated.

He then began to thrust in and out of you, setting a steady pace. You felt his cock going in and out of you, each time more wet than the last as he coated himself in your arousal, the sounds of slapping skin echoing.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he continued until all you could feel was Nanami.

All you could think of was Nanami..

“Nanami? Did you hear that?” you asked as the three of you combed through the halls of the warehouse. Gojo led further up front, having requested, no more like commanded, to take the lead.

Nanami paused, cocking his head to the side, his long blonde hair falling like a curtain in the same direction.

“I didn’t hear anything, but it’s safe to assume the curse knows we’re here now. It’s best that we all stick together,” he said somewhat pointedly at Gojo.

The corporate office was truly a sad sight, where it was once a place no doubt bustling with business, the lights no longer worked and the few bulbs that remained in use flickered, threatening to go out at any moment. The three of you were on the first floor, having walked through the lobby and several conference rooms, there was no sign of the curse.

Except, you had heard rustling, and you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand up as though you were being watched.

“Let’s move on to the second floor,” Nanami said before calling out,”Gojo let’s move on.”

Gojo was crouched down on the floor dipping his finger in a small puddle of water.

No, not water, upon further inspection it looked like..

“Blood. Cursed spirit blood by the looks of it,” he said as the purple liquid dipped down his finger.

“So it’s been wounded recently? From what?” You asked.

“Maybe a victim tried to fight back and managed to puncture it somehow. Perhaps there’s still a survivor or it’s taken hostages,” Nanami said, thinking through the logic, “either way it’s vulnerable which means-“

“It’s a whole lot more dangerous,” Gojo finished. He locked eyes with you again, and the look in them made you gulp. “I’ll go on ahead and search. Nanami, you stay with her.”

Not this again, it seemed as if he was determined to go at the mission alone, and no doubt it was because of you.

“We’ve been through this. Due to the curse’s ability it is more advantageous for us to remain as a group,” Nanami said.

“So take her back to the school. We all know I can handle it on my own. Then we don’t have to worry about it changing into one of the two of you,” Gojo said.

“Satoru, I'm staying here,” you said with finality.

That did nothing to dissuade him.

“This isn’t a sightseeing trip or low level mission. You could die!” He shouted.

His words were like cold water. You knew the skill difference between the two of you, but he had never made you feel inferior before.

“I knew the risks when I came on. We all know the risks of being a sorcerer,” you said, your lip shook a little.

Regret formed in his crystal eyes and he opened his mouth to speak again but whatever he was trying to say was drowned out by a shriek.

Your shriek, it took a second for you to register the sound and the fact that it wasn’t coming from your mouth.

It was the curse.

The three of you turned and down the hall stood an exact replica of you, a perfect imposter.

Gojo cursed, and you knew this is what he had been afraid of.

Nanami planted a kiss on your bare shoulder as you snuggled back against him in bed. The two of you were still naked from your love making and had taken to cuddling afterwards.

“Your skin is so soft,” he said, as his lips took to the curve of your neck up to the back of your ear, now making you laugh.

“I think part of the credit for that goes to you, you spoil me with all these fancy creams and lotions Kento,” you said.

It was true. Nanami was loaded, filthyfully so, but he was so humble about it one wouldn’t know it. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy luxury he did, but his form of luxury wasn’t branded items to show off to others, it was silent wealth, expensive items he enjoyed for their quality and longevity such as his watches or the rare edition books he was fond of collecting. Most of all, he loved to spend his wealth on you. Anything you even showed interest in was yours, the bathroom was stocked with luxury brands for you to use and he had gifted you more lingerie sets and clothing than you knew what to do with.

“Spoiling you gives me something to live for,” he said, nuzzling his face into your hair and breathing in the scent, “ask me for anything and it’s yours.”

You turned to face him, his eyes were so kind as they always were. That was something you had always enjoyed about Nanami, his eyes were kind towards all, but of course there had always been a certain fondness in them that was reserved for you. It had taken you embarrassingly long to notice that.

“I want you to not work yourself to death. You’re always saying I do that but you’re worse than me. You’re always going away on missions,” you said cupping his cheek with your hand.

“I can’t do that, dear. You and I both know the responsibilities of a grade one sorcerer,” he said.

Yes, you both did.

Perhaps it would have been a responsibility the two of you shared if it hadn’t been for you no longer continuing to practice your techniques and skills. Perhaps if you had only continued you could accompany him on these missions, instead you had opted to remain at the school teaching in class instruction only.

Ever since that day, that mission so long ago..

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said softly, he turned his head to kiss your palm. You dropped your hand, returning it at your side. You didn’t look at him.

Yes he didn’t mean anything by it, but this was a source of contention between the two of you. It was because of your guilt of not being able to accompany him on missions, your fear of losing him, and most of all the deep rooted shame you had in yourself for quitting.

Yes you could still practice now, get stronger and better, but was it worth it?

You had been out of the field for so long and you enjoyed the life you had now with Nanami. It was a life of comfort, stability, but still you wondered if there was more you could be doing. So now every time Nanami left, you worry about losing him. He did have a good work life balance but he was a man of conviction and principles who took his responsibilities so seriously that he wouldn’t hesitate to lose his life in an instance if it was for a higher calling, the thought scared you.

“You said ask you for anything I want, and that’s what I want,” you said in a small voice.

He chuckled slightly.

“No fair, sweetheart. You know I can’t deny you anything,” he said.

You moved closer, so your face was a mere few inches from his.

“So don’t, stay with me,” you whispered before kissing him.

He moaned into your kiss, and you could tell you were threatening all of his resolve.

“Fine, love. You get your wish. I cut back on the number of missions I take,” he said.

“But?” You pressed, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“But?” He repeated.

“Do I have to do something in return?” you clarified.

He laughed.

“At a later date I’ll ask you for something in return. For now, let me enjoy being this close to you.”

The shriek still echoing in your ears, you didn’t have time to process anything as the curse disappeared from in front of you and a black sinking hole appeared underneath your feet.

Your own hands, duplicate imposter hands, grabbed at your feet and dragged you through the sinkhole. You heard Gojo call your name but it sounded so very distant.

When you got your bearings straight, you looked around and saw you were in a basement of sorts. The three of you hadn’t even thought to start with the basement! In fact the three of you hadn’t even thought there was a basement as most modern corporate offices no longer had any. It was a minor error, but a critical one all the same.

“Don’t try to run, it won’t help your friends,” the curse said in your voice.

It still looked like you, identical down to your shoes.

“I don’t have to run. They’ll find the basement soon enough,” you said.

You didn’t move as the curse dragged you by the arm and took you further back into the basement. To your surprise, there was an old automobile there. The curse took you around it, sat you down facing forward. It was then that you noticed some thick rope and a wad of duct tape there.

“Seems like you’ve thought everything through,” you said.

Now would be a good time to use your abilities.

But should you?

Perhaps the curse only copied what it could see. If you used your abilities would more danger fall upon you? Physical combat would be better, much safer.

The curse tied you up on the car leg while you debated this. You struggled against it and spat in your own face as it held up the duct tape.

That caused the curse to strike you in the face, and then put the duct tape on your mouth. Then it left you there.

Did it mean to steal your identity? Gojo and Nanami were smarter than that, they’d expect it. But it was clear the curse was operating on higher levels of intelligence than anticipated, it was scheming even.

“Stay here,” it spat at you as though you had any other option.

The curse then went back to the front of the basement.

You heard racing footsteps, Gojo’s footsteps.

“I got away but the curse it’s still out there!” You heard your voice shrillish, and authentic.

“Did you see where it went? Are you hurt?” Gojo asked.

No, something was wrong.. how could he not tell it wasn’t you?

Perhaps he was toying with the curse, letting it put its guard down.

You turned your neck and could see ever so slightly Gojo and yourself standing several feet away. The height difference between the two of you was more jarring from this perspective.

“I didn’t see where it went. I’m okay but it was so scary,” the curse said, still imitating you.

Gojo bent down pressing his forehead against yours.

“It’s okay. I’m here now,” he said.

To your horror the way he said it, in the soft tone reserved just for you, served as evidence that he had been duped.

But how?

Couldn't he sense it with his six eyes? What was going on?

Even more horrific he leaned forward and so did the curse as if to kiss their lips mere inches apart….

Suddenly, Nanami ran into the room and without hesitation used his sword to slice the curse in two, purple blood flying everywhere.

That’s when you began to cough up something sweet in your throat.

You heard the two young men arguing.

The last thing you heard before passing out was Gojo screaming your name…

You woke up at Jujutsu High a few days later, in the medical wing of campus.

“Hey, there’s our girl,” Shoko said, smiling at you. She was sitting at your bedside.

“Where’s Gojo?” you asked.

She ignored your question and touched your temple, causing you to relax instantly.

“Do you feel okay? I had to work long on you. I also wanted to keep a close watch on you it was a very interesting case study actually-“ she stopped, knowing her comments would only make you more curious.

“Shoko. Where’s Gojo?” You pressed.

She seemed hesitant as if she wasn’t sure how much she was at liberty to say.

“He came to see you several times. I can let him know you’re up. He should be here soon.”

She then left to do so, whipping out her cellphone.

It was odd.

The Gojo you knew would be here, at your bedside.

But day turned into night and he still didn’t see you.

For whatever reason you weren’t allowed out of the medical wing on Yaga’s orders apparently.

Three days past, and he still didn’t see you.

It was only on the fourth day when you woke up from one of the Shoko induced slumbers via sedation that you saw him standing there in front of your bed.

He looked like he had lost weight even though it had only been a few days. His shades fully covered his eyes.

“Why didn’t you come to see me? What happened? Was the mission successful?” Your mouth spilled out several questions without even thinking.

He was silent for a while before answering.

“The mission was successful. Nanami killed the curse easily. It evidently was on the brink of death already.”

“But?”

That’s when he explained. Truly explained.

The curse was unique in nature in that it had to suck the life force out of another organic being in order to survive. That’s why it had taken on the appearance of the missing children and lured family and friends. It fed off the feel good energy that the family and friends emitted upon thinking they found their loved one. Except here was the twist, the children died because their loved ones believed the curse was them. It was that transfer of energy that allowed the curse to add to its lifespan and in short take the energy from the person it was imitating. It was a leech in nature.

That’s why when the curse had been killed you had begun to choke as well because it had linked its life force to your own.

“But it had to have tricked you. Surely there’s something else, another ability it has to dull the senses and that’s why you thought it was me,” you said.

Because this truth was too difficult to accept. Satoru, your Satoru would know you anywhere wouldn’t he?

“That’s just the thing. I’ve racked my mind around it. There’s no ability, no reason why I of all people could have fallen for something so simple,” he turned away from you now, his back facing towards you, “the simple truth is I didn’t see it because I wasn’t looking.”

He then walked out of the room, despite you calling him to come back.

You chased after him but he was gone, vanished into the air.

In the subsequent days he was gone and when you asked Yaga, all he said was that Gojo had taken a leave from the school for personal reasons.

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks turned into months.

Months into years.

It was six whole years before you saw him again.

By that point you were in your early teaching career and he evidently had gone to the Kyoto school to finish his studies and become a great grade one sorcerer.

For a while you had dreams of him abandoning you, dreams of that day where everything changed…

a/n: if you read the whole thing thank you I always appreciate the time people spend to read my content. Any feedback is always appreciated as well.

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LUST IN THE GRAVEYARD⌇NANAMI KENTO

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｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : love is in the air this fine halloween night; sweet-talking with your beloved husband Nanami, reminiscing about how you both fell in love. after succumbing to your desires and mad lust for each other, you make sweet love in the graveyard, throwing a little show for all spirits to see…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : established relationship, bondage with silk tie, voyeurism (spirits), sadism, masochism, knifeplay, cunnilingus, public sex, mating press, breeding, dark obsession, gothic romance, mentions of killing.

inspired by Mortica and Gomez Addams’ relationship from the classic film, “The Addams Family” (1991).

HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

[HAUNTED HOUSE ANNOUNCER] You are now entering the Lust in the Graveyard live venue. This haunted house attraction depicts sexual scenes, intense special effects, and content warnings posted. For a fun and safe experience, please follow our code of conduct: no touching live performers and decorations, no flash photography, and no eating. Do not block passageways, or this will result in expulsion. Smoking and drinking are permitted for our haunted houses only. We hope you enjoy.

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Amid the silvering glint of moonlight, the granite reticent tombstones, and the bonny kin of flowers, a sense of serenity enthralls the graveyard. Laying on the lap of your lover Nanami, a man so deeply intoxicated and devoted to you, in the middle of the graveyard on a soft couch. Your favorite place.

You were both a match made in Heaven. But how could that be with your beauty almost sinful, that Nanami taking his eyes off you would’ve been blasphemous? He worships you like an unending flame. Your sinful, sultry indulgence and all… When his eyes are off you, he’d be starved of your love in an instant. When his mind gets lost in the far corner of the moon’s dark side, the ravenous desire strikes him so suddenly he’s unable to control his weakness. Oh, this man was madly in love with you; if not expressed already, in passion fury, in blissful rage… he craves you dreadfully.

“…When we first met, it was much like an evening like this. Magic in the air,” you faintly murmur, reaching your hand out to caress his cheek.

His hand overlaps yours, weaved into your magic and seduction as he gazes into your twinkling eyes. Your love and your dark mystery drizzle into his skin, buzzing in all directions of his soul. There could be no greater love than this, no spiraling lust and sexual appetite more uncontrollable and possessed than Nanami’s. A man willing to extinguish the whole earth, suck out all its poisons, just to pleasure you. A man you dreadfully loved; you loved him not for the way he dances with your angels, but for the way the sound of his name could silence your demons…

“And an open grave. It was my first funeral,” you continued. Nanami peered deeply into your eyes, incandescently compelled at the sight of you.

“You were so beautiful; cold and mysterious… No one even looked at the corpse.”

There was a hinting glimmer in your eyes from the way your lover’s words wielded you stronger than ecstasy. “Your coworker Satoru. You were still a suspect.”

Recalling the sweet memory prompted a chuckle out of Nanami, gently caressing your face to stroke his thumb on your cheek the more you reminisced. This wild rush of ecstasy filled the both of you, filled the entire graveyard more intoxicating than pure love in the air.

“I couldn’t stop staring at you all through the eulogy. Your eyes. Your body. Your laugh…” you cooed to him, bringing the man to inhale deeply from the never-ending frenzy you hold him in.

“You bewitched me,” Nanami professed. “I proposed that very night…”

With erratic strikes of desire and your weaknesses burried away, you’re in a bliss. Lusting for something that was already yours has never felt so intense, so dangerous and erotic. The passion and anticipation builds up in your core, a restless hunger teasing your tongue. Your bodies were so close Nanami could breathe in the earthly smell of death and your perfume. The softness of your neck as well as your luscious body, invading his space and stealing the air he surrenders to. The urgency to kiss and make love to you burned every fiber of his being.

“Someday we’ll be buried here, my love,” you whisper in salaciousness. “Side by side, 6 feet under, in matching coffins. Our lifeless bodies, rotting together, for all eternity…”

Behind those mesmerizing shades in your eyes leave something much more desirable. Your doe, heated eyes behind the blinds of time. Your lover dips his head further, pulling you by the neck and settling into your lips, savoring every bit of your flesh to engrave in his mind. You’re on your back now, caving into the sweet touches as his hands glide over the lines your body makes, your stunning figure and the shape of you haunting his mind. Where the dead in their eternal peace lie, gathers thin ivory mist and dark clouds of smoke, followed by luminating streaks of lightning.

Your powerful, immoral lust and longing awakened the parched graveyard, hypnotized into arousal for all the spirits and demon, witnessing the sensuality of you two consumed on the couch. But you were both long lost in your own eternal paradise. Not one thing bothered, nor stopped, this treasured moment you both have been craving for. Passion is the only word to describe this, to describe how well you fit together in the most vulgar ways. Push and pull, fire and brimstone. The lust flits around the atmosphere like carnivorous butterflies, your lacquered nails digging into his skin as he glides all over your wonderlust body.

Nanami feels himself grow harder with every sultry roll of your hips when you pushed him off to straddle on top of him. Every kiss, every moan, every caress sent the man to a sexual rage. It felt as if he was on fire, for nothing made him more ravenous than to make love with you right now. You became the spring in his step, the eternal flame in his chest, the reason for his algolagnia. Not a single thought of you went by without being accompanied by such intense arousal. Even though he has memorized your every crevice, he still needed you; needed every inch of you, every fraction of your flesh for him to adorn.

“You fucking torment me,” he spoke in a dark sultry tone, beginning to tug at his tie. “I love it when you make me turn into a sick, twisted man for you.”

“And I love it when you break me, Nanami. Hurt me, ruin me… make me ache again like a helpless whore for you.”

Your ravishing enthusiasm and craving for danger intoxicated his blood stream like a madman. Suddenly you gasp when he grabs tightly onto your wrists and pins them behind you, using his silk tie to bind them together. Moans escaping from the way he tied it aggressively, like a predator capturing its beautiful, bound prey to feast on. Then, like a slick magician, Nanami’s pocket knife opens before your eyes, your body growing feverish from the heavenly sight of its mesmerizing sharpness. The thought of pain and torment from your lover writhed you immensely.

“Oh, how I would die for you. How I would kill for you… Don’t you love the way I make you feel so powerless and helpless like this?” he whispers into your ears, such filthy promises and vows that blossomed in your heart.

Sighs emitted from your lips when the blade lightly travels up your body, gliding around your cleavage until it presses harder into your skin. The anticipating thought of him dragging it hastily with that much pressure, knowing that it would immediately cut you open deeper than a scratch, made your cunt pulsate erratically. Nanami slides it up to your opened mouth, resting the blade on your tongue. He gives an unethical chuckle.

“You’re so depraved, my dearest. I fucking love that.”

In a blink of an eye, he grabs onto your throat while his knife swiftly tore apart your mini-dress to expose your breasts and your naked, soaked cunt. He continues gliding the tip of the blade on your skin, hips stuttering on his crotch like a riptide the more he teased you. You were his masterpiece of curvaceous precision, artwork sculpted and delicately made just for him. The blade finds its way to the lace garter belt on your thigh, sliding it in for you to hold. Nanami’s touches were your delicious torment as well as his mouth, ruling over your body with intense kisses. Soft and delicate at first until a gradual intensity of control rushed through, pushing you off to lay down on the sofa below him.

You watch his mouth tentatively slide down your body, hearing you pant softly as he was kissing your tender breasts and leaving a wet, hot trail until your navel. Skin, flesh, and blood— he took in everything that makes of you in cold calculation. Your eyes flutter shut as you were trapped in a bliss, faintly moaning from his caresses that dissolved you. Lowering before you, holding onto your thighs to spread your legs further apart for him... Your cunt glistened beautifully from the pale moonlight hitting right on it. His mouth leans closer to kiss your clit, coaxing him provocatively that his devious tongue slipped out and sucked on your cunt. Your reactions excited him dreadfully he wanted to see you squirm on his tongue and recoil in his grasp.

Savoring you was what Nanami’s tongue did best, plunging deep into you voraciously and humming in amusement as he did it. He was moving rhythmically and thoroughly, your senses surging with nourishment and your legs growing stiff. He loved the your glorious, raw moans and the way you arched your back. The sensation caused you to shamelessly grind against his tongue as well.

“That’s right, my love. Feel good for me…”

You've lost the feelings in your thighs already, wanting to clamp your legs together, but Nanami roughly pins them farther apart as he devoured you more on the couch. Such indulgence makes you drown into his intensity until an uncontrollable eruption of pleasure was about to wave through you so suddenly until Nanami stopped. He didn’t want you to come yet; he wanted it together. After calming down from your edge, your eyes drill into his, obliging him to lean over and kiss you.

“Torturing you like this made me so hard,” he sighed out. “And your juices were dripping onto my chin.”

You finally catch your breath. “I want you so bad… So bad that I’ve tasted my own blood thinking of you.”

Nanami felt unhinged the more you sweet-talked, grabbing your hips to buck it higher for the mating press. “No Hell, no purgatory, no tombstone nor graveyard can hold my body down in death. I’ll always crawl back to you… I’ll always be a cruel, withered man. For you alone I am weak.”

For it was not into your ear he whispered, but into your heart. It was not your lips he consumed, but your soul. After he undoes his belt and slides down his pants, you feel him ease his cock in slowly, already reveling in the sensation. Your fluids coating on his cock sent his mouth agape. Ever so real and torturous, you couldn't help but get much more needier when he makes love with you like this. Plunging deeper and rougher, groaning softly into your ears. You whimpered and whined louder like you had an appetite for the unobtainable. Nanami adorned the heavenly feeling of being inside you, feeling you clench harder on his cock as he pounded relentlessly. Hearing your fervent, pathetic moans geared his mind more raw and twisted.

“Look at me, and only me,” he sighed in titillation. “Your beauty was always my terror. I feel the need to quiver before you…”

With your face contorted and your eyes pooling with lust and ardor, gazing deeply into his eyes this way had you drowning in unholy bliss. You had each other's names moaned in vain. It was like a prayer in the bedroom, a ritual from the way you worshiped the movement of your bodies. You were the communion and the perverted undead voyeurs lurking in the grave were in line. But God knows, you're not an angel and your lover is no saint. The delicious and lewd noises of him pounding and smacking into your cunt were heard, each thrust turning your body rapacious and numb.

“I’m— I’m so close, baby,” you moaned out loud, feeling that tautness in your stomach and your cunt building up. You could hear him softly groan against your ears, a rush of heat coursing through his blood like wildfire that drove him to bite all over your body like an animal. You instantly came without warning, your eyes fluttering and rolling back as your cunt becomes overly slick with your wetness coating his cock.

“Fuck. The way you’re fucking squeezing me right now— I’m gonna fill you up. Plant my seed in your womb…”

Nanami lets out a deep, gutteral groan when copious amounts of his cum deeply flood in your pussy. Your mind is sent to a haze, legs starting to tremble on his shoulders after filling you to the brim like a cum dumpster. The way his hard thrusts nudges right up against that spongey spot inside has you screaming out loud; a beautiful hymn to Nanami. An orgasm sent your soul fluid, twisting and contorting around itself like an out-of-body experience.

You wait as he reaches under your waist to unbind the silk tie. Gently grabbing onto your hands and guiding them to hold his face, he kisses you again, this time more sloppily. Even though pain and torment from Nanami intoxicated you, there was nothing that compared to the beautiful sensation of being cherished and dearly loved by him. A man that could recognise you by touch and smell alone, by everything; even if he were to be blind, he would know you in death, and at the end of the world. He’ll love you in numberless forms.

“I’ll lay with you here together for years,” he mutters, “from time to time, in darkness and in flames… That would suffice for my lovely eternity with you.”

“Not even death could do us part.”

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gabzlovesu · 2 years

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nanami x reader x ukai

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Warnings: Domestic violence -> choking and bruises, angst, oral (female receiving), insecure!nanami and manipulation? Let me know if I missed anything! :)

A/N: My submission for @touyasdoll's The Past Never Dies Collab. I hope you all enjoy, and be sure to check out the other amazing works listed on the collab's masterlist!

shoutout to my beta reader @thicksimpx! love you nai <3

Rays of sunshine peeked through the blinds, landing upon your bareback. The warm sensation causes you to stir, tempting you to wake up from your precious slumber. After failing to be lured back to sleep by the cozy bed you turn over, and your eyes are met with beautiful brown orbs that hold so much love and affection in them. The feeling of euphoria takes over you knowing that you have the best man in the world laying right beside you: Nanami Kento.

For the past six months, this man has catered to you, spoiled you, and given you a love that you’ve never felt before. The sight of him brings butterflies to your stomach every time like you’ll never get used to being with him. “Good morning,” you say as you lean closer to trace his chiseled jawline with your finger.

“Good morning.” And there it is — the show-stopping smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter once more; you can feel your cheeks begin to burn like fire, but there’s also a heat growing in your core...

Nanami makes the first move, cupping your cheeks with his large hands and closing the remaining space between you two. His tongue strokes your bottom lip, politely asking for permission to enter, to which you oblige and part your lips, letting his tongue roam freely within your mouth. The kiss becomes intense, slowly building up like a fresh fire, and sends a wave of heat throughout your entire body.

Your hands find themselves holding his face as he gently lifts you onto his lap, but they’re unsatisfied with their placement and slide down to his chiseled chest. His hands also seem restless as they busy themselves with the task of kneading your ass.

The sound of knocking at your door interrupts your passionate exchange, but before you go you take a moment to take engrave the sight of him into your brain and feel grateful for having him in your life. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do more than just kiss you.”

“Oh, that would be a shame if that were to happen. Wouldn’t it Kento,” you whisper leaning in so that your lips ghost his, mere millimeters from touching one another. Your eyes flicker to his lips, contemplating whether you should give into the burning desire or make him work for it.

Before you can decide, the knocking resumes, and it’s much louder this time. “Alright, alright! I’m coming,” you yell in response and grab your robe to answer the door, mumbling a series of curse words on the way.

On the other side of the door, you expected to find some random person trying to sell you something or a lost delivery man; instead, you found a massive bouquet of white lilies — your favorite. The shock causes your jaw to drop, and a quiet ‘oh my god’ leaves your lips. Nestled neatly between the flowers was a card, signed with a single ‘K.’

Kento’s so sweet, but I think he might’ve overdid it…

You found yourself standing there with a small smile plastered on your face, basking in the beauty of the flowers and the thoughtful gesture. The placement of a hand on the small of your back pulls you from your thoughts, “Who sent you flowers,” Nanami asks as he peers over your shoulder.

“Stop being silly Nanami, I know you sent them. You thought you could trick me by getting them delivered while you’re here.” You turn around and giggle softly as you give him a hug in appreciation, taking a moment to nuzzle the warm crook of his neck.

“I really didn’t send you flowers…” His voice was low, and had the slightest hint of displeasure. Nanami takes the card out of your hand to find out who your mysterious sender was. “Do you know someone whose name starts with a ‘K’, Y/N?”

You quickly shake your head no, and suggest the possibility of it being a coworker or a secret admirer from your apartment building. You’ve never seen Nanami jealous before, so it’s hard to determine what he’s thinking and feeling right now, but whatever it is, he’s hiding it really well which is concerning.

Tonight you wined and dined some exquisite food with Nanami from the comfort of your own apartment. Nanami hired a personal chef, bought bottles of wine that were worth more than you could imagine, and gifted you a beautiful necklace — he’s always sure to spoil his pretty princess.

With the chef gone and dinner being concluded, things were starting to heat up in the kitchen once more, but in a different way this time.

With every passing second you found more and more of your body being exposed, only to be met with Nanami’s mouth as he devoured every inch of you. From the way your dress hung haphazardly off of your shoulders, you assumed it would be the next piece of clothing to be mindlessly tossed aside; though, Nanami’s fingers toying with the strap of your lace panties had you second guessing this thought.

Unsatisfied with the fact that Nanami was fully dressed, you quickly began to unbutton his shirt. He breaks away from your lips at your actions. “Are you always this hasty,” he questions with a smirk, amused by the flustered face you make in response before brushing his comment off.

“I’m not in a rush for time, but there are a lot of things I want to do with you tonight,” you counter, but instead of throwing him his game, you see his eyes darken with lust.

“Bold of you to assume we would finish before the night is over, sweetheart.” Your mouth is ajar — you were shocked at his statement, which gives him the opportunity to attack your supple lips once more before moving to your neck. “How about you let me take care of you tonight? All you have to do is just keep looking pretty for me, okay?” You nod your head, too dazed to provide a witty response.

“Good.” He continues to kiss and trace along your neck with his warm tongue, mixing a little bit of pain with the pleasure by nipping here and there; when he had his fill, there were several small marks — a subtle reminder of who you belonged to if anyone laid eyes upon you. The two of you continue for a few more minutes. Nanami being gentle and very thorough as he worships every inch of your body, but a knock at the door puts a hold on your activities. “I’ll get the door,” he says before you can even question who it is, leaving you sprawled out on the marble countertop. You let a sigh of frustration, tired of your precious moments with Nanami being interrupted.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I think I have the wrong apartment,” you hear a man before letting out a nervous chuckle. This oddly familiar voice peaks your interest and you fix your clothes as you make your way over to the door. “Would you happen to know where Y/N lives? I believe she stays on this floor.” You appear behind Nanami in the doorway at the mention of your name.

When the man looks at you his eyes light up, as if he found someone he had searched every corner of the world for. “May I ask what business you have with Ms. Y/N?,” Nanami asks with his protective nature on high alert.

“I’m Keishin, an old friend.” Time seems to freeze and the forgotten memories of your past suddenly flood your mind and drown out the world around you.

“FUCK!” Keishin explodes into a fit of rage as he begins to destroy his room; no matter how much damage he caused, it couldn’t distract himself from how much the loss was weighing down his heart. This was his last chance to go to nationals and they blew it — he blew it.

You find a spot along the wall, being sure to avoid his path of destruction; a plaque, a trophy, anything that served as a reminder of the sport he loved so much was launched at the wall. You’ve seen him get upset about losing games before, but it’s never come to this. It was like you were watching a tsunami crashing down, obliterating everything that dared to be in it’s path.

After a few more minutes of witnessing his rampage, you muster the courage to say something, hoping it would alleviate the situation or ease his mind. “Kei, it’s gonna be okay —

Before you could even finish your statement, glass flies by your head and shatters against the beige walls of his room. Fortunately, you were quick enough to flinch and cover your face, protecting it from the sharp pieces that flew towards you. When you unshielded your eyes, Keishin was already towering over you, trapping you against the cold wall with his arms.

“SHUT UP! I DON’T NEED YOUR STUPID PITY,” he yells in your face, the words were soaked in venom and pierced right through your fragile heart. The sight of tears falling down your face as you beg for him to stop somehow sets him off even more; his rough hand seizes you by the neck and slams you against the wall. The vice-like grip on your neck was slowly getting tighter and you knew it would leave a bruise.

“Kei please stop, you’re hurting me,” you choke out as two salty streams flow down your cheeks. Your soft cries fall on deaf ears because his mind was entangled in a swarm of anger

“When will you get this through that thick skull of yours,” his grasp remains strong as he continues to constrict your airway, watching you claw at his hands for air.

“Not everyone is a genius and can go to an elite school like you, Y/N. I won’t even be able to go to college — my one chance of going is over; no one will scout a player from a team that didn’t make it to nationals. The only thing I have in my future is the shitty convenience store.” He jostles you once more to get his point across before releasing his deadly grasp; his attention turns to the dainty gold locket that nestles nicely between your collar bones.

The very necklace he bought, engraved with both of your initials, was ripped from you, almost cutting into your bruised skin at the sheer force. After giving it one last glance, he lets it fall to the floor at your feet, “I’m done holding onto silly dreams, Y/N. I’m done.”

Days would pass, then weeks, and months as the two of you stopped talking and drifted apart. You wanted to pretend like the incident never happened — you couldn’t leave Ukai because he was already dealing with a lot; losing one more person would break him. Like the naive little girl you were, you believed you could get him out of this rut and change him back into the Ukai you used to know. However, he no intentions of working things out.

When the final term of your third year ended, you asked for him to meet you at your favorite spot: his grandparents’ garden. You weren’t going to beg for him to be with you, nor were you going to beg for him to explain why he no longer loved you, this was a goodbye; you were moving to Tokyo to attend one of the best universities Japan had to offer and this would probably be the last time you ever saw him. He didn’t even bother to show up, your text message was left on read as you stood between the rows of lilies, head lowered to the ground with embarrassment. You were a fool for thinking he would come.

That was the last time you ever contacted Ukai.

Now here he was, in flesh in bones — a man you thought you would never see again when you closed that chapter of your life. Nanami clears his throat, pulling you from your thoughts, “Are you okay with him coming in?” All you could manage was a small nod since you were still trying to process the fact that Ukai was here.

Ukai shuffled in with a duffle bag hanging from his shoulder. After taking a brief look around your apartment, his eyes fall on you. In his eyes, you still look as beautiful as ever and it feels like the two of you never separated. When you notice his eyes lingering on the crook of your neck, you look down and realize he spotted the hickey on your skin; you quickly cover the hickey with your dress in embarassment and try to strike up a conversation.

“Kei — I mean Ukai, what are you doing here?” His smile cracks the slightest bit when you chose to call him by his surname instead of the nickname you appointed him during your relationship. Beyond the look of confusion, he could see the emotion and memories that were bubbling up to the surface in your mind. Tonight wasn’t going as he had planned.

“I’ll let you two have some time to talk. Call me if you need me.” Nanami places a small kiss on your forehead and then rounds the corner to your bedroom, leaving the door ajar to hear you exchange.

The two of you make your way into the living room, Ukai stopping to glare at a photo of you and Nanami, only to turn it down in jealously. You made a pretty decent living for yourself, and as much as he hated to admit it, your life seemed better without him in it.

“S-So, how have you been?” It was difficult to have a conversation, the air of awkwardness causing you to stumble over your words. And frankly, you didn’t have much to say to the man; you moved on and grew from the experience and you had hoped he did the same.

“I’ve spent all this time working on myself, you know. I coach some amazing kids at Karasuno now, I run the store, my grandad… well you saw how he was after my grandma passed. He, um, he was never the same after that.”

A moment of silence passes until Ukai reaches into his bag and pulls out a bundle of small envelopes. “I was too ashamed to ever reach out. I wanted your life to be completely rid of me after what happened.” He extends the envelopes to you, and as you look them over you realize he had been writing letters almost every month after that day. Letter’s addressed to your old home in Miyagi, stamped and sealed to be put in the mail, but never delivered to the intended receiver.

“Also, all of the lilies came from the garden. I hope you like them.”

The garden — it was a sacred space for Keishin's family and he shared it with you. On one particular morning, before the hazy fog could lift from the warm ground of the midsummer earth, the two of you found yourselves concealed within the garden’s never-ending rows.

It wasn’t the first time you visited, but this instance was very different from the rest: from how Ukai gently held your hand to guide you into the secluded sanctum, to how your bodies were entangled between a row of lilies. The dirt and the earthy smell that filled your nostrils didn’t bother you; if anything, they made the experience all the more memorable. Only the pure wite lilies that surrounded you knew of your garden tryst as they enclosed you in a tiny world of your own.

The fond memory not only brought an unwarranted heat to your cheeks, but it also reminded you that there were also positive moments in your relationship with Ukai; he didn’t have much to offer — he was never the extravagant type — so the small gestures of affection and the intimate moments you shared fortified your love. Though you can’t seem to find the right words to respond, so you end up saying nothing at all.

He searched your eyes for any sort of kindness, forgiveness, or any emotion that would disclose your thoughts that you were holding hostage. The awkward tension causes him to avert his gaze to the ceiling and scratch the back of his head; it was one of his signature nervous ticks.

You finally give in, standing to retrieve a decorated box from the bookshelf. For some time, you forgot you even had it, and you were unsure why you had bothered to keep the box of memories that tied you to Ukai. The box sits neatly in front of Ukai on the table and you gesture for him to open it.

“Our entire relationship is in the box. Every photo, every note you passed in class, anything you could think of is in that box right there.” He pulls out the necklace, still snapped in half from that day, and you can sense the wave of guilt that washes over him.

“I just couldn’t throw it away. Part of me was still attached to you at the time, and I handled the situation how I knew best: boxing everything up and trying to shut out the lingering thoughts.” His eyes are still fixed on the necklace, rolling the pendant between his fingers like he was trying to bring back the love it once represented. “I don’t know why you showed up here, but I’m happy. I’m sure you are too, so there’s no need to atone and reopen old wounds for the both of us. And I don't hate you, if that’s what you’re really concerned about.”

You stand up, ready to retire to the comfort of your bed as the tiredness begins to weigh down on you. “It’s late. You can stay in the guest room for tonight and leave in the morning.” You start to walk off to your own room, but Ukai grabs your arm to stop you.

“How do you not hate me, Y/N? I hurt you, and that’s unforgivable.”

“I don’t hate you Keishin, I hate the old you. Get some rest.” He sits there well after you leave, repeating the words over again in his head countless times. Now that he knows you have no hatred towards him, he can work on the self-hate and inner turmoil that still resides within himself.

The alarm clock on your nightstand flashed 12:00 am. Nanami was next to you, arm draped over your waist while he lied there as quiet as a mouse. You wondered if he was asleep because you most certainly couldn’t; there was this weird feeling that kept gnawing at your mind and preventing your body from falling into the restful sleep that it deserved.

You gently slip out from Nanami’s embrace and make your way to the kitchen. A cold glass of water should do the trick. While savoring the refreshing liquid you eyes land on the box and the necklace that was on the table. The padding of your feet can be heard as you go to retrieve it, the piece of jewelry luring you in like a sailor to a siren’s call.

You rub your thumb over the initials and remember all of the good moments in your relationship; you felt as though that one bad instance shouldn’t cloud the many positive experiences the two of you shared and you would prefer one of those to be how you remembered the relationship.

“Did you wear this for me, or for him?” Nanami's baritone voice startled you as he tugs on the edge of your night slip. The sheer material and low cut left hardly anything to the imagination, and if it weren’t for the lace and your panties covering your intimate regions, you would’ve been essentially naked.

“What if I wore it for myself, Kento?” You turn so that you are face to face, daring to look him in the eye while you still hold the necklace in your hand, which he turns a blind eye to.

He closes in, flushing your bodies together and letting a hand move freely across your exposed back. “Regardless of who it’s for, I’m going to be the one who takes it off of you.” The other hand snakes its way under the hem of the dress, molding against the curve of your thighs as it rises at an agonizingly slow pace.

“So, I guess the fact our guest is sleeping in the next room doesn’t matter to you.” At first Nanami wasn’t going to acknowledge any of it: the conversation you had, the necklace, the fact that he was sleeping in the same place as you, but since you insist he’ll just do it in his own way.

“What does that have to do with the way I’m about to fuck you?” He cocks an eyebrow at you as he lifts the night slip above your hips. The gaze is intense, his earthy hues locked onto yours, while neither of you watch how his fingers start to caress your sensitive bud.

When his lips work the sensitive spot in your neck you brace yourself on the edge of the countertop. “Kento, we shouldn’t be doing this right here,” you force down the moan that tried to escape your mouth. Your warning goes unheard as he lifts you onto the counter, he had every intention to take you right here at this moment.

He let’s out a low chuckle. “If you don’t want me then why are your legs opening, sweetheart?” You hadn't even realized that your legs were now opened, letting him wedge his body in between; it was like your body was moving involuntarily. But was it truly involuntary if a small part of you wanted this?

Not bothering to wait for you to finish your thoughts, he slips your soaked panties off and marvels at the sight before him.

Again your body moves its on, making you lean back as his tongue dives into your slick folds; the cold marble contrasts nicely with the warmth from his mouth and it sends a chill down your spine. As if that wasn’t enough, he sucks harsly on your clit, drawing out a loud moan from you; he has you screaming his name in mere seconds. “That’s it, let him know who’s making you feel this good.”

The sound of a door opening grabs your attention and when you snap your head in that direction you see Ukai looking on in disappointment. It was already bad enough that you had someone else in your life, but now his heart breaks even more at the sight before him.

What’s shocking is that you recognize the look in his eye: he’s hurting just like you were that day. However, you were the one inflicting damage this time. You were the one choking him and making him feel like he couldn’t breathe. You were killing him.

A weak hand stretches out to him, “Kei…” Your voice was faint, never crossing the wide distance that separates the two of you. When he goes back into the room you feel tears forming in your eyes. Nanami ignores the way you call his name, thinking you’ll eventually realize that all you need is right in front of you.

Minutes later he re-emerges with his bag, making long strides straight for the door; you can sense the anger and pain brewing within him. Pushing Nanami’s head away, you get down from the counter and try to stop him.

“Keishin wait. Wait!” You can feel how tense he is as you hold onto his arm, preventing him from leaving. “I don’t want this to be how you remember me. We just fixed everything. I don’t want to repeat the past… Please stay.”

His eyes remain fixed on the door, he just couldn’t look you in the eye right now, even if he would never have the chance to do so again. “I should’ve left what we had in the past,” that’s all he mutters before he leaves, slamming the door in your face. And in that moment you feel your heart aching with an ill feeling that you can’t describe and you don’t understand why.

Blinded by this unshakable feeling, you toss the lilies at the door. Grabbing hold of the box, you dumo all of it’s contents into the bain of the metal sink; the necklace was the last to join the pile of memories, looking it over one last time before tossing it in and setting it all on fire.

Finding his chance to win you over, Nanami snakes over, trailing his hands along the frame of your body. “You don’t have to worry about me leaving like that. With me, you’ll have peace of mind.” He wanted to be your knight in shining armor; he knew his role and played it well despite his insecurities that crept in from every corner of his heart. In an attempt to ease your mind, he peppers kisses into the side of your face. But it doesn’t help — you don’t care about any of that right now.

The tears you had been holding back erupt from you while you watch the little flame slowly eat at the edge of a photo as it grows in size. The past never truly dies, but you were going to try like hell to forget it.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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JJK men || the 5 love languages

Nanami: acts of service

he adjusted his routine to wake up 10 minutes prior to what he originally did so that you always have your favourite beverage and morning snack waiting for you when you wake up. he’ll pull you a warm bath on days he can see you’re tired, wordlessly doing your laundry and changing the sheets, greeting you with a warm smile and open arms as you come out and crash against the warmth of his chest.

Gojo: gift giving

your souvenir that he brings back from his trips would always be different, more unique than the rest. and expect a regular delivery of flowers, books, candies, whatever satiates your heart on your doorstep every other week or so, because for what Gojo cannot make up for in time and visible affection, he makes up for it in showering you with presents.

Toji: physical touch

tucking back your hair, a hand placed at your lower back, two fingers walking up your bare shoulder as you sleep, your wrist brushing up against his scar as you stroke his cheek. even the slightest of gestures mean a lot since letting someone touch him as a form of intimacy equals to showcasing vulnerability for toji. he’s allowing and trusting another to invade his personal space, and he finds that he feels safe as long as it’s you.

Megumi: quality time

according to him he’s not “clingy”, but in reality, he’s just not conscious of it. he may not be too much into blatant displays of love but he wants to dedicate as much time of his as possible to spending it with his one favourite person. doesn’t matter what it is the two of you are doing, whether it be a casual tag along trip with you while you run errands or just the two of you lounging around on the couch, he makes sure you know just how much he admires you.

Yuuji: words of affirmation

“you did so well.” “i truly admire your kindness y/n!” “you make me so happy, i wish time would stay like this forever” :’) he’s so full of love and affection and it’s all passed through with his words, he finds no better way of making sure to let you know just how much he loves you other than outwardly expressing it because he understands the weight words can hold in one’s life.

a/n: I’m sorry this is so short, had this in my drafts so thought I’d get it cleared out. I’m still on a semi hiatus so I apologise for any inboxes that remain unanswered, I’ll get to them as soon as I’m back since I’m still very caught up in university applications and other stuff.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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The General (Part 8): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Going home seems impossible now. And it should be, now that your definition of home has changed.

wc: 2.4k

tw: none

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Waking up in the embrace of the General is the closest thing to heaven. His strong arms enclose you and press your back against his chest, which rises and falls evenly as he sleeps. Home, heaven… how are they any different from each other when you’re here with him? You look over your shoulder slowly, trying your best not to awaken him, and take a look at the dragon tattoo on his bicep. You had almost completely ignored it in the passion of the night before, but now, you witness it fully at rest. There’s no movement, no motion, no twitching.

You pray that this moment would stay the same for the rest of your life - and in the silence of the morning, you can hear the whisper of the prayer being carried off on the wind. But it returns back to you with a resounding ‘no’ in the form of a breathless Yuta entering the tent.

He completely ignores the sleeping General and announces: “Master Geto, the village elders have denied the terms of negotiation.”

Suguru immediately awakens from his sleep and groans. “We ride out in an hour, then.” Yuta leaves, no doubt to announce the news to Nanami, but you’re laying in the bed, heart flailing around in your chest. Geto leans over to press a few kisses to your cheek, then rolls out of the bed with ease. “I will call for Kaori to come and bathe you, then pack your things. You’ll head home within the hour.” You tumble out of the bed, still naked, and approach Suguru from behind, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He places a hand on yours in acknowledgement, stroking it with care.

“Please stay safe,” you croak, and he nods slowly; his only response to your request.

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Your tears are freshly scrubbed from your face and your body is fragrant with rose oil when you emerge from the tent, dressed in a lavish, silk kimono that didn’t belong to you, but had been presented by Kaori as a “gift”. The head maid is following behind you, and Nanami behind her as you trudge toward the waiting carriage. Suguru is standing beside it with Yuta, and at the sight of you in the kimono, his lips turn up slightly.

When you finally reach the door of the carriage, Suguru bows his head slightly. “You are absolutely radiant in my mother’s kimono, my love.” You spare a glance back at Kaori, who shrugs, smiling. Suddenly, careening out of the camp comes three panting children: Nobara, Yuji, and Junpei, who have hands full of random wildflowers.

“For you!” Yuji announces, shoving his share of the flowers into your hands. Junpei and Nobara follow his lead, and you can’t help but laugh and smile at the displays of affection.

“Thank you, thank you,” you reply, and they line up behind each other. You wait for a signal of what to do, and Yuji gives it to you, clearing his throat and pointing to his forehead expectantly. “Ah,” you immediately realize they’re all waiting for a kiss goodbye. Your lips peck one, two, three foreheads, and then they take their palace beside Nanami, who shakes his head at the scene.

You turn back around to face the General, who is handing you two letters. “These are for your family. They will explain your return.” You nod your thanks and he holds his hand out as you step into the carriage, settling into the seat comfortably with the wildflowers in your lap. Kaori joins you - to your surprise - and you look to Geto for answers. “And I am sending her with you. She will not be separated from your side, it seems.” Kaori gives him a wide grin, then grasps your hand tightly.

“I have no greater desire than to remain with you, Lady y/n.”

“My General, you are too kind,” you murmur, staring into his onyx eyes for what feels like the last time.

“I will not spare any comfort when it comes to you,” he replies, and you reach a hand out of the carriage window to touch his face. He closes his eyes as he leans into your palm, then kisses it tenderly. You lean out of the window fully, capturing his face with both hands and kissing him in front of the entire camp but not caring.

“Come back to me,” you whisper as you pull away. “Please, come back to me.”

“Wait for me, then, my love,” He replies, taking both of your hands and kissing your knuckles. You slide back into your seat, the sting of fresh tears pricking at your eyes as he orders the driver to go ahead. The horses pull your carriage away from the gathered group, and you watch them disappear into the distance until you could see them no more.

That’s when the real tears begin to leak from your eyes. And unfortunately, these are the ones you can’t stop.

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“Y/n!” Your mother rushes to meet you, squealing with joy at the sight of her youngest child returning home. Your father is behind her, standing in the open doorway with the ghost of a grin on his face.

“Mother,” you greet her, hugging her tightly and inhaling the scent of jasmine from her hair.

“You look so beautiful - oh, and who is this?” She peeks over your shoulder at Kaori, and you smile widely.

“This is Kaori. She’s my maid from the ca--”

“From the Imperial Palace.” Kaori corrects you quickly, and you nod, remembering your ruse.

“She’s very skilled at her job and wouldn’t be parted from me.” You remember the letters Suguru had given you and present them to your mother quickly. “These are for you.”

“Oh, come inside! You’ll probably want to get settled and rest before dinner.” You look up at the place you call your home and remember the way it looks, the way it smells, the way the walls feel as you run your hands over them… but it doesn’t feel like home. Nothing feels like home anymore.

Even your old room seems foreign compared to the General’s tent, despite everything being as you left it. Kaori looks around the space and you give her a grim smile, hoping it would ease her fears about the new space. But when she gives you a genuine, loving smile, you know it’s going to be alright.

“Y/n,” your mother calls out, entering your room with a letter in her hand. “This is for you. Not sure if you got it mixed up or not, but here you go.”

“What did yours say?” you wonder, taking the letter in your hands with trepidation.

“Oh, the Prince made it very clear that he would be taking care of you financially while you’re here, despite the fact that you’re so terribly far from the palace. He’s sending money to take care of all of your needs for as long as you’re staying in the village.” You frown at this, wondering why he didn’t just give you money outright, but you nod anyways. “Also, he’s asked someone to come and be your bodyguard… but he wouldn’t say who it was. I thought you should have come with one, but the Prince says he’s a specialist, so…” You blink twice, trying to make sense of her rambles, but shake your head and fiddle with the letter you hold in your hands. When you open it, you slowly read each and every word written by Geto.

“My dearest,

I write to you knowing that you are feeling alone, even though you are surrounded by your family and Kaori. Do not worry; you all are safe and well-protected. I will be sending Toji Fushiguro to your home, where he will protect you and your family should something go awry. I have paid him a hefty sum and will continue to pay him, regardless of the outcome of this war, so make sure Kaori doesn’t lose her head trying to deal with him. He’s a special breed.

Communication will be impossible. Do not send a letter, speak of, or attempt to get anyone from your village to contact the camp. This is for your safety as well as theirs. Yuji, Nobara, and Junpei’s survival depends on you keeping this secret between you and Kaori. Even Toji is not aware of the camp’s true whereabouts, which benefits everyone involved.

Lastly, I love you. Life was terribly boring before you came along, and I look forward to the day when my eyes can rest upon your face again. Without you, things look bleak.

Wait for me.

I’ll come back for you as soon as this is all over.”

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A massive brute of a man is standing in front of you, holding a toddler who looks almost exactly like him in his arms. A black shirt is stretched thin across his chest, as if he were some man who only wore one thing ever. You stand in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest while you look him up and down, scowling.

“Geto didn’t say you’d be bringing a kid.” You jerk your chin at him, and Toji rolls his eyes.

“He also didn’t say he’d fallen for a brat, so I guess both of us were left out of the loop.” When he pushes past you and lets the child slide off of his hip, your mother instantly goes into her nurturing mode.

“Oh, you must be her lovely bodyguard!” She circles around him, eyes glowing with a light you’ve never seen before. “He never mentioned you’d be so… so…”

“Let me guess… handsome?” Kaori grumbles beside you, mirroring your stance.

“Yes, so handsome.” Toji grins at your mother, now the epitome of manners and poise.

“My lady, you are too kind.”

“And look at your son! Ah, he’s the spitting image of you. What is your name, darling?”

“Megumi,” the child replies, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands and looking around the foyer of the house curiously.

“Megumi and Toji, we’ve made the guest room up for you and dinner will be ready shortly, if you’re hungry.” Toji clasps his hands together and smiles while your mother retreats to the kitchen, then looks over to his son, who's taken interest in the painting hanging on the wall.

“This is perfect. I’ll have to give Geto my thanks if he returns…” Toji disappears into the kitchen, Megumi following not too far behind him.

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A few weeks later, the idea of visiting the village square feels familiar enough to you that you’re not anxious as you walk around to get some fresh air and shop at your leisure. Kaori is beside you with a basket full of fruits and vegetables, eagerly perusing the carts of fresh fish and meats.

Anything that could get you out of the house and away from the stony gaze of Toji Fushiguro was welcome, and shopping seemed to be just the thing that he wouldn’t even dare get his legs up to do. He had waved you off when you mentioned your plan - instead, choosing to teach Megumi how to spar - and Kaori and you had quickly ran to the gates, anticipating the excitement of being somewhat free from his supervision.

“We never had this at the camp,” Kaori mentions and takes a sniff of the ginger root she had purchased earlier. “I love this idea - everything is on display to pick and choose from.” You acknowledge her comment with a hum, keeping an eye out for one particular person as you roam about the square. But even when you peek your head into the potter’s shop, you see no one except his betrothed - perhaps, wife - sitting among the various articles of clay.

“Is Yuko here?” You inquire and she looks up from the kaolin to see you. Her brown hair is tied up in a bun and her green eyes drift over your attire before she gasps.

“Oh!” She stands immediately, hands chalky. “You’re back!” You don’t know the woman, nor have you ever known her, but the fact that she knew you was a little concerning.

“I’m sorry, do we…”

“Yuko has told me so much about you, Lady y/n. Please, come with me. I’ll clean up and make you something nice to e--”

“Yuko’s spoken about me?” you ask, and the woman smiles widely.

“Of course he has; you’re Suguru’s lover.” Kaori starts a little next to you, gripping the basket with both hands. Before you can ask how she knows so much information about you, she shakes her head quickly. “I’m sorry, I must’ve forgotten to mention: I’m related to Yuta; we’re siblings. We know all about your trip, and we’ve been expecting you.”

“And where is--” The woman wipes her hands on a towel and approaches you.

“I’m afraid you’re a few days too late. Yuko got the call that he would need to serve the Emperor in the Imperial Warriors and left. Rest assured, he hasn’t turned coat, though. Like many of those who are with the General, we will fight on the other side then become informants or turn against our squads at the last minute.” She pats your elbow and then steps back, remembering her place. “The General will win the war, my Lady. And he will come back. Yuta has given us the assurance that everything will go to plan.”

“Are you sure?” you whisper, and she winks at you.

“Trust me, the General is much stronger than you think. I’ve seen the way he can decimate a village first hand.”

“You have?”

“My lady, I think that we should g--” You shrug Kaori’s hand off of your shoulder before taking a seat beside the pottery wheel.

“Tell me everything.”

Before the woman can open her mouth, however, a massive commotion begins outside. You jolt out of the chair and peer out of the door, watching a crowd of people begin to gather at the square’s fountain.

You hadn’t been gone so long that you didn’t remember the thrill of news from the town’s announcer, and you’re fortunate that you can hear the man from the doorway.

“From the Imperial Palace! The forces of General Geto Suguru have been surrounded at the foot of Mount Takadashi and completely wiped out by Prince Naoya’s army. The Emperor is ordering a week of festivities in celebration of Prince Naoya’s victory, which will begin tomorrow at noon!” Riotous cheers erupt around the square, and for a moment, you’re stuck in the doorway, your mind going absolutely blank.

Kaori drops her basket, Yuko’s wife gasps, and you...

Gojo. Haibara. Yuta. Nanami. The children. Geto.

Gone.

The world shakes furiously under your feet, and you careen backwards, losing all of your senses at once as your knees buckle and you black out.

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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LOVE PERSEVERING, EP 1. “The Plot Twist”

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader

synopsis: the nanami’s have an evening full of surprises – the most surprising of all, however, is the one that comes without explanation.

tag(s): loose (very loose) wandavision!au, humor, domestic fluff, suggestive content, profanity, can be read as a standalone! ; wc: 2.6k

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“SORRY I’M LATE.”

Nanami Kento closes the front door behind him and changes out of his oxfords for house slippers. The traffic was crazy, there’d been an accident on the 101, a Maserati collided with a Ferrari and the two drivers were hashing it out in the middle of – no, that’s a horrible story and even worse lie. He doesn’t even drive to work. He takes the Caltrain to his job in San Francisco every morning and takes it home to Sunnyvale every evening.

Shit, Nanami thinks as he tries to hide the evidence of his… offense. Can he cover it up with something? Maybe if he held his briefcase in front of it… No, that’s so obvious. It’s so… red. And big. There’s no way it’d stay concealed.

It’s not that Nanami is in any way dumb or easily frazzled. No, he’s quite intelligent and levelheaded and the fact that he works as an Associate at Goldman Sachs should be proof enough. It’s just that he strongly dislikes the thought of lying to you. Technically, he doesn’t even have to make up a story to explain his tardiness. You probably don’t really care that he’s – Nanami checks his watch while setting his briefcase down – an hour late home. But having a story would quell your suspicions about the true reason he’s late.

See, today his co-worker Archie was talking on and on about how he surprised his wife with a bouquet of fifty roses the other night and, well, Nanami felt inspired. He’s not typically one for large romantic gestures, so he thought that maybe he should step up his game and at least remind you of how much he loves you the one day he’s given a sign to.

“First, you gotta lower her expectations, y’know?” Archie says like he’s giving a pitch. “Make her think the conversation is gonna be far from romantic. Say something totally boring. ‘Hey, honey, I had a great day at work today.’ Somethin’ like that, y’know? Then you just whip it right out. Bam.”

Nanami looks at the pink peonies in his hand with a small smile. Happy marriage, the flower shop attendee had said. Hearing your footsteps leading out from the second-floor bedroom, he quickly places the red bouquet behind the living room sofa before rushing back to his original place by the door. At first sight of your figure descending the stairs, Nanami starts (perhaps too exaggeratedly) loosening his tie.

“Ken.”

Oh. Oh, this doesn’t sound too good. Pausing his movements, Nanami assesses the damage. Your arms are crossed over your chest and your head is slightly cocked to the side, and you’re shooting him an expectant look. To be frank, you look a little pissed. You’re not even smiling. This definitely isn’t too great.

“Honey,” he starts, flashing you a conciliatory smile.

“Did you know that we were supposed to leave for our reservation an hour ago?” you interrupt.

Reservation? It doesn’t ring a bell.

Oh, is that why… fuck.

Taking your husband’s silence as evidence that he’d forgotten, you let out a sigh and walk up to his frozen frame, stopping when you’re right under his nose. “Did you?”

Nanami looks up at the ceiling as he tries to recall anything about reservations, but his mind turns blank. Actually, he thinks as he furrows his brows, he can’t even remember what he did yesterday.

“No,” he admits truthfully, looking into your eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m really sorry but I don’t remember at all. Listen, I –”

And then, you laugh.

“I was just messin’ with you, babe.” Still giggling, you pull him in for a hug. “The reservation’s not today.”

Nanami blinks as his arms wrap around you. There’s no reservation. “You’re ridiculous,” he chuckles. “I genuinely thought that I’d done something wrong.”

“No, definitely not. You’re wonderful.” Lifting your heels off the floor, you capture Nanami’s lips in a short kiss. He eagerly responds, pulling you closer into his firm body. This is, without a doubt, Nanami’s favorite part about coming home. You. Always there, at the end of the day, with your sunny little grin and sweet, adoring eyes. A little piece of paradise.

“You are so much trouble,” he murmurs as you pull apart. You hum at that, unable to disagree.

“We do, however, have a reservation at eight tomorrow.”

He frowns. “I genuinely don’t remember making plans for that, darling, I’m sorry.” Nanami glances down at your face and notices your surprised expression.

“Me neither. I was hoping you’d be able to tell me something about that.”

Well, that’s odd. It’s not often that either of you forgets anything, let alone something as easily remembered as a dinner reservation. It’s utterly peculiar that you would both happen to forget about the same thing. Today’s turning out a lot stranger than he’d ever expected. “How’d you find out?”

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and show him the email confirmation.

Dear Mr and Mrs. Nanami,

Thank you for making a reservation with us at Gary Danko. As a reminder, your reservation is for two people at 8:00 PM this Friday.

If you have any questions concerning your reservation, please feel free to contact us. We look forward to serving you!

Thank you,

The Gary Danko Team

“This is… strange,” Nanami notes, studying the little screen.

“Very,” you agree.

“Should we cancel?”

“Should we?”

“I –” Nanami’s stomach grumbles, putting a pause on your conversation.

With a chuckle, you slide your phone back into your pocket. “Never mind. We can talk about it during dinner,” you say, helping your husband out of his suit jacket. As the blazer comes off, you affectionately rub a few circles on his back, feeling his posture relax under your touch. Honestly, he works too hard. You always tell him this but he really should take a few days off and drive down to the beach – maybe with you, if he’d like – and forget about the world for a while. God knows he could use the rest.

Nanami hums in approval. “You go on first.” He kisses your forehead before gesturing at the briefcase on the floor. “I should put this away.”

The moment you disappear into the dining room, Nanami moves his briefcase onto the coffee table and brings the bouquet of pink peonies out from their place behind the sofa, this time holding them behind his back. A reservation neither of us remembers, he suddenly thinks as he strolls quietly towards the dining room. Truly odd. Tucking the thought away in his mind (there’s always time to figure out mysteries like these), Nanami calls out, “Actually, honey, there’s a reason why I came home late today.”

“I was just about to ask. What was it?” You’re almost done setting the table when Nanami walks through the archway with a bouquet of flowers almost as broad as his shoulders.

“Holy shit.”

He laughs, filling the room with its bell-like sound. “For the lady.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walk over and take the bouquet from his arms, cradling it like a baby. Each petal is fresh and alive and so vibrantly pink. It’s obvious that a lot of care went into this bouquet, and it only touches you further that your husband went to such lengths to guarantee you’d only get the best flowers possible. “Thank you, darling. What’s the special occasion?”

“No occasion,” Nanami says, shrugging. “Just that I love you. And I wanted to remind you that, even on days where nothing happens and it feels like we’re just going through the motions –” he takes your free hand and hunches over to kiss the ring on your fourth finger “– knowing I get to share every day with you gives me joy to look forward to.”

Happy marriage. It’s true and that’s all there is to say about it.

You’re unable to form words. Nanami Kento, the subtle, quiet lover, being loud with affection for once. An indescribable warmth spreads all throughout your body. “Ken…” Tears prick at your eyes as you set the bouquet down on the table and rush into his arms, peppering his face with kisses. “I love you,” you murmur in his ear. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you. Thank you.”

Nanami grins, cradling your face in his large palms. “I should do this more often,” he says, letting out a breathy chuckle when you nod instantly. “I’m sorry. I’ll work on – ” You cut him off with a slow but eager kiss, snaking your arms around his neck and tugging him closer to deepen it. If Nanami had been surprised by your interruption he doesn’t show it – his lips, soft and plump, move in complete synchronization with yours. He tastes like tea and honey and he smells like he always does, of wood and spice and the beach. It’s intoxicating and completely dangerous how irresistible he is and you can’t get enough of him.

The truth is, every real kiss with Nanami feels like the first. And you can never get enough. But you are running out of air, so you break the kiss first and rest your forehead against his, feeling his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

“You’re perfect,” you whisper, stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb. “I wouldn’t want anyone else as my husband.”

Nanami quirks one corner of his mouth up and covers your hand with his, turning his head to kiss its palm. “If I had another life to live after this one, I’d marry you in that one, too.”

A prolonged growl from Nanami’s stomach interrupts your sweet moment.

“I think your stomach objects.”

“Maybe we should shove something down it, like dinner.”

Grinning, you slip out of your husband’s reach and beckon him to follow you into the kitchen.

“This salmon is delicious,” Nanami remarks, taking another bite off his fork.

“Thank you,” you beam. “I found a recipe while I was at work today and thought I’d try it out. Honey garlic salmon. My life is forever changed and so is yours, by extension. You’re welcome.”

Nanami chuckles, ready to respond with a dry comment about ‘having no choice,’ but then that odd email you’d shown him earlier resurfaces in his mind. “Speaking of changes. Should we cancel that Gary Danko reservation?”

You hum, thinking back to the letter as you chew. It seems like the most logical thing to do. After all, neither of you remembers making the reservation. The ambiguity surrounding its existence is unsettling enough to warrant cancellation, but something in you just wants to see what might happen. Swallowing your food, you say, “Don’t you think it’s strange that it has our names on it? I think we should consider going.”

“What if it’s a scam?”

“Then we go home, order Indian takeout, and watch a war documentary until we both fall asleep.”

Unconvinced, Nanami sits back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest, the navy fabric of his button-up tightening around his muscles. “We should call them first, figure out if they know anything.”

“You’re right,” you say, and then you pause before adding, “And if they don’t?”

You’re done speaking but Nanami knows that sentence isn’t finished, and that the other unspoken half is: can we still go? The truth is – and he’s told you many times – that your unpredictability is the most predictable thing about you. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, eyes darting across your face as he contemplates his answer.

It’s not that Nanami is an overprotective husband or needlessly suspicious of every odd thing in life. It’s that he somehow cannot remember a single second of his life before today, the same day this email arrived. To be more accurate, he feels like he has those memories inside him. Somewhere, deep in his brain, he vaguely remembers what things like a “fifth birthday” or “first wedding anniversary” look like. They just feel out-of-reach. Regardless, he’s absolutely certain that things aren’t exactly right. But you look so excited and utterly unaware of his predicament, so it must be something only he’s experiencing and he doesn’t want to burden you with this problem.

“If you really want to go, then we’ll go,” Nanami concludes, taking a sip of his wine. “After all, the wife…”

“… is always right,” you finish for him. “Well, sometimes the husband is, too, but in this specific context, for unspecified reasons, the wife is most definitely correct.” The grin on your face almost puts his worries to rest.

(Almost.)

You call Gary Danko after dinner and they confirm your reservation.

“Sorry if this sounds, um, weird, but would you mind reminding me when we made this reservation?” you ask, walking in circles around the kitchen.

“Not at all!” Some typing noises travel through the receiver before the man you were talking to says, “Actually, you didn’t make the reservation.”

You make eye contact with Nanami who’s lightly rinsing the plates from dinner. “Pardon?”

“No, it was a Miss Amanda Priestly who called us and reserved the table for you two days ago on October 31st. Does that name sound familiar?”

Nanami raises his brows. That’s your boss.

“Um, yeah. I know her, thank you,” you say, frowning. What on earth is your boss doing reserving tables at Michelin-rated restaurants for you and your husband?

“She left a message, too, in case you were, quote, ‘confused,’ unquote. She says, ‘Mimsy, thank you for your help on the Modish Winter look book. Dinner is on me. Kisses, AP.’”

And suddenly, everything falls into place. All those late nights you spent analyzing old trends and predicting the next season’s rush into your memory. For a month, you pretty much lived in your office down the hall from your editor-in-chief. You barely even had time to sleep. It makes sense that Amanda would show her thanks for the effort you put into the project, but you hadn’t expected her to. After all, she’s Amanda Priestly. She still calls you Mimsy instead of your real name.

“Oh, of course!” you laugh, looking over at Nanami. He sends you a curious look before putting the rinsed plates into the dishwasher. “Thank you for your help.”

“My pleasure.”

The call ends and you tuck your phone in your pocket as you say, “Mystery solved.”

“Hmm,” Nanami says, drying his hands on a kitchen towel. “The Modish Winter Look Book. For some reason, I don’t remember you working on that.” In fact, he doesn’t remember you working at a magazine company at all, although he can’t put his finger on what job he used to think you had. What is going on?

“Really?” you ask, reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together. “You don’t remember that time I ran into our office with four different tweed blazers and asked which one looked the most wintery?”

Nanami furrows his brows as a memory comes back to him. It was a sunny morning in early November when you ran into the home office with two blazers draped over each arm and forced him to rank them based on how well they exuded “winter energy.” Truthfully, he had no idea what he was doing, just that the one with more blue seemed most appropriate for wintertime.

“I just remembered,” he says, a look of amused confusion coming over his features. Today has been so strange. “Did the blue blazer make it to the final look?”

“One moment,” you say, disappearing into the living room and returning with an advanced, rough copy of Modish’s Winter Fashion Edition. “It’s not out yet, but…” you trail off as you flip through the pages, pointing when you get to the one you were looking for “… here’s your contribution to the magazine.”

The blue blazer, in all its glory, smack dab in the middle of the section that says “TRENDS TO SAY GOODBYE TO.”

“Ouch.”

“Well, you predicted something,” you giggle, placing a hand on his chest. “Fashion might be your calling, Ken.”

He smiles wryly. “I’m hanging up.”

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Dragon Dancer III: Amaterasu Blessed

When Anjou came into the lounge a few minutes later, Johann had already set up a small recuperation corner by putting together some chairs, taking sofa cushions for my back and putting the water dispenser closer to me. The old man chuckled.

“That reminds me, I haven’t approved your marriage application yet, Johann.”

“The school board has some concerns.” Johann said quietly.

“Understandable ones. But I’ve already made up my mind.” He walked over and handed him what looked like a lipstick case. “This is my private seal. Once you two get back to the college, you’ll find the application in my left upper desk drawer.”

I frowned. “You’re not planning on dying, are you principal?”

“No my dear, I’m not. But one should always be prepared, regardless. Now... that that’s out of the way, I can speak freely about your next assignment.”

He was looking at me, laughter in his eyes. “I need you to shadow Chisei Gen.” “Eh? But...”

“Do you really think he’s going to leave Japan with his siblings?”

I recalled his preparations earlier. “He’s not.” I said flatly.

“We have learned so much from your team reports in the last few days and yet we have only scratched the surface! Even if we have the ultimate weapon, we are still taking a shot in the dark. Chisei Gen is now the best source of intel we have.”

Johann and Nono had explained the Sword of Damocles to me. It wasn’t a sword at all, but a massive metal rod shot from space. The impact force and heat of the rod would be very similar to a meteor strike and would obliterate everything for miles, including a dragon.

But it would only be over its target every 90 minutes. And it would only be fired once.

“Then... why cut him loose?” I asked.

Anjou just smiled. “It is for the best that he tastes the freedom of his individual justice. He is a man without a mentor for the first time in a long time!”

“Uh.... then he might not appreciate me following him around then?”

“He is also a Lonesome George by his own admission. Forgive me for saying so Johann.” He glanced briefly at him and turned to me again. “He is without equal in the world. And you are his kind. I don’t think he would turn you away. Quite the opposite.” He looked at Johann again. “No offense.”

Johann crossed his arms. Nono couldn’t hold back her snicker.

I blushed and changed the subject. “By the way... has anyone heard from Mingfei?”

Johann shook his head. “He’s probably hiding somewhere safe. You’re not worrying about him?”

I tilted my head in thought. “No... I think he’s okay. I wonder if he’s walking here. Poor guy didn’t have a helicopter like I did.”

Anjou was unconcerned. “Oh... I’m sure he’ll turn up when he’s needed. He always does. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be herding those crazy Gear Department Cats.”

“ 辛苦你了”(Thanks... sorry.) I said as he departed.

I wanted so much to sleep. I was exhausted from everything. But just as I was drifting off, my phone vibrated next to me. I picked it up. Unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Carli?”

“Eh? Chisei?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“I... just wanted to say, I’m sorry.”

“I told you I wasn’t going to bring it up again. I meant it.” I said. Johann was watching me. I was nervous now, talking to another guy right in front of him. It was a for a mission. I knew he wouldn’t say anything or take it personal. That didn’t make it right in my eyes. “What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going back to the shrine. To get Erii and Chime on the next flight out of here.”

“I imagine things are pretty booked...”

“It won’t be an issue for me. I’ll also be putting in my final instructions for Hydra.”

“So you’ve decided not to leave.”

“I can’t Carli. I was just looking at all these people leaving Tokyo. They’re probably going to die before they get out. They’re here, each car has a family. Each family is trying to stay calm, holding onto each other. After everything I’ve done, it’s not right for me to leave with my family.”

I sighed. “I’ve told you what I wanted but... if this is your justice then, that’s something I can respect.”

“Thanks.”

I smiled, recalling Anjou’s words. “Sorry... if this sounds weird... but I can I come see you at the shrine please?”

“W...why?”

“Because... I’ve been thinking about what we talked about earlier. I’m more curious now about what your justice looks like. Your future plans for Hydra.”

“Won’t Anjou have something to say about you suddenly leaving?”

“Mmm...” I glanced at Johann. “Anjou is a smart man. If he cared, he would have said something by now. It’s obvious he knows I care about your welfare a lot. I still remember the way there. It’s a unique place.”

“Then... it’s fine.” He hung up.

Johann looked at me. “Anjou was right. At this point, he doesn’t have anyone else to talk to.”

I slid my legs over the side of the couch. Johann helped me get up.

When I arrived at the shrine, stepping out of the void, it was raining, but I had an umbrella. I still wore the traditional Miko clothing he’d given me earlier. Chisei was already in the shrine, surrounded by priests, flowers and candlelight. I left my umbrella outside the dark space and knelt quietly on the tatami.

He didn’t look at me or greet me. Instead he looked at someone near him with a traditional inkwell and parchment scroll.. “Write down what I’m saying.’

“I am Patriarch Gen Chisei, 74th generation patriarch of the Hydra. I am ashamed of the ancestors of the family. Our unforgivable errors have caused a disaster in Japan. Starting tomorrow, I will transfer all the powers of the patriarch to Sakurai Nanami, the head of the Sakurai family. She is the 75th Patriarch.”

“After me, family members should follow the instructions of their ancestors and must not pursue the dragon corpse for strength and power. Those who violate that prohibition will be executed by the family.”

“To avoid harming the innocent, the devils in the asylums should be well cared for. In every devil is our family blood. If we treat them kindly, they will be with us. If we abandon them in the wilderness, they will retaliate against us...”

He handed over all control, including contacts, access to buildings, property ownership and passwords to sensitive files. The rain had stopped and things were starting to clear up.

When he was finally done, he looked at the secretary. “Is it all written down?”

The secretary handed him the parchment which he read. He took a small knife, pricked his finger and smeared the blood on his ring. He pressed the ring to the parchment, leaving his signature on it.

He handed it back to him. “Make a copy, seal the original and give both to Nanami Sakurai.”

“Tomorrow, I will be an ordinary person. But today, please come to the battle with me.”

I felt the warmth on my back and looked over my shoulder. The sun had broken over the horizon and spilled its light into the shrine, on the priests and onto Chisei.

He looked so peaceful. Perhaps, I thought, I could believe he really was Amaterasu-no-Mikoto.

He met me at the entrance. “At such a time like this, you can smile like that.”

I stood up, still mindful of my healing wound. “I just felt really happy for you.”

“I’ll be sending Erii and Chime away now... Is... Mingfei alright?”

“Oh he’s fine.” I waved dismissively.

“I wanted to thank him in person. But... if you could....” He beckoned me to follow him.

He took me to a back chamber of the shrine complex. Erii was sitting in the corner, looking like me in Miko clothes, while Chime, dressed in priest clothing, still couldn’t seem to look his brother in the eye.

“The helicopter leaves in 5 minutes.” Chisei hugged him gently.

“Are you... going to come back?” Chime again had that weak, weak voice.

“I can’t promise you that but I’ll do my best.”

“If only I could...”

Chisei cut him off. “You can’t... and you know why. If you went out there, I’d lose you... forever.”

Chime looked profoundly stunned. “I don’t... understand. The King should have pursued me. But he didn’t. I don’t understand why...”

Erii held up a notepad that read. “Brother, what’s going on out there?”

“It’s very bad, Erii.” Chisei opened Erii’s suitcase full of clothes that Mingfei and Johann had mailed to them. “Here, put these on. I’ll teach you your new identities.”

While he was doing that, I approached Chime. “How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He hung his head in shame.

I waved my hand at him. “I’m like your brother. I can’t be killed so easy.” I had a sudden thought. “Chisei, after this is over, I’ll send you a bit of my blood for Chime. With the injection it will help prevent his ghost persona from returning.”

I turned back to Chime, “Your Soul Skill, you shouldn’t use it. If you do, there’s a risk you might be lost.”

He nodded. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“I do!” I gave him a victory sign. “Invite me to your first Kabuki performance! That is... whereever you’re going!”

Chime looked away from me, in a daze. “This... doesn’t feel real.”

“Want me to pinch you?” I asked playfully.

“Uh...”

“Here.”

“Don’t!” He flinched away.

I laughed.

“She has too much energy.” Chisei moved to shield him from me. “Change into the clothes I’ve left for you, also, here’s your ID, a bank card and a phone. Don’t tell anyone your original names. Only use the name on your passports.”

He leaned over and kissed Erii on the cheek. “I haven’t done much for you in these years. Not even as much as Mingfei did in this last week...”

Chisei’s voice grew hoarse and he abruptly stopped talking. He just hugged her again.

My smile faded and I looked away.

Once Chime had changed into casual clothes, Chisei led us out to where a bullet proof Benz was already waiting. He put Erii in the backseat and stroked her hair before giving Chime another hug.

I kept my distance. Chisei said something to Chime I couldn’t hear, but the younger brother burst into sobbing. “Don’t go, Chisei, please. Please come with us!”

Chisei held him close, not answering, instead, guiding him to the car. Chime dug his heels in, going into a full-blown panic. “The King is going to kill you. He will! I know he will!”

“Hey!” I shouted. “I won’t let that happen!”

Chisei sighed.

“I mean it! This whole situation is kind of my doing you know? If I don’t follow through to the end it would wrong!” I blinked away my tears. “If Chisei doesn’t come back alive then... well, neither will I. Understand?”

Chime looked at me like I was his only hope and I really felt like I was. It was only then that he got into the car.

The vehicle drove away and I watched it. Chisei glanced over at me and I just looked back at him. “There was no way he was going to get on that plane without something, Chisei.”

“Did Anjou send you?”

“You...” I laughed. “Called me.”

#Chisei Gen #Chime Gen #Erii Uesugi #Dragon raja #FanFiction #Writing

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Hey~🌸! May I request some HCs for Korekiyo,Kaede,Chiaki,Gundham and Rantaro with a female asexual S/O who gets severly anxious when her parents pressure her into having children? Thank you~!♡

Hello! Ooh, a flower! How nice! And yes you may! Thank you for the request and I hope you have a wonderful day! I do apologize for my absence, but I am grateful that all of you continue to stay by me. Thank you! I will try my best!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

- You decided to visit your parents since it has been a while. Your mother found Korekiyo’s presence to be slightly disconcerting, while your father deemed him to be absolutely sinister and forbidding, so you don’t visit as often as you used to. While they did not necessarily approve of him, they still encouraged, as they always have, for you to bear a child. You were not interested in raising a child, but it became much more than that. You were terrified of what is to come and what would follow having a child, and the pressure applied each time this discussion arises overwhelms you to the point of tears.

- Upon your return home, you found Korekiyo reading earnestly, his posture poised and austere. Hearing the door unlock and slowly open, he looks up at you silently, and welcomes you home in his usual, soothing way. He rises from his chair however, the moment he notices your shaking. He approaches your hurriedly, and you cry into his chest. He strokes your hair before gently lifting you from his chest, using his fingers to gingerly wipe the tears from beneath your eyes. He knows, so he leads you to the couch and sits you down.

- Korekiyo relays to you the mythos of Hestia, the Greek Goddess of the hearth and its fire. She was granted her powers by Zeus, for swearing to remain a virgin and remaining unmarried. Despite the erratic methods of childbirth in mythology, Hestia would not give birth, not ever. But she still remained an influential figure, quintessential to the home. This seemed to comfort you, as Korekiyo’s speaking always does. He brings you in close for an embrace, stroking your hair quietly.

Kaede Akamatsu

- Her playing the piano soothes you, especially when family or friends come over to visit. Questions are inevitable, and the two of you are aware. Before anyone arrives, Kaede always sits down with you quietly for a while before the conundrum begins. She always holds your hand firmly while she speaks to you, encouraging you and supporting your not wanting children. While everyone means no harm, they can, at times, be insensitive and unaware. It still is difficult to handle, nonetheless, and Kaede assures you that you only need to endure it for a short while before returning to your peaceful life with her.

- During the visit, Kaede remains by your side. But because you dislike conflict, she drifts to her piano rather than confronting whenever people begin to ask you questions. Once she begins playing, the room falls silent to listen. All is calm, and the music soothes you. Somehow her performances are able to harmonize groups of people and bring them together when the tension becomes tangible or in times of conflict.

- After finishing a song or two, people remain jovial until they take their leave. Once your home empties and it’s just you and Kaede, the two of you collapse onto the couch in exasperation. Thank goodness it was over. Because of Kaede’s masterful piano playing, you were okay, and she’s glad.

Chiaki Nanami

- Despite not being belligerent, it was quite astonishing the very first time Chiaki defended you in a discussion with your parents. Usually, she will end her sentences with either “I think…” or “…maybe…” However, she spoke with confidence when standing up for you when they were pressuring you. You have expressed to her your anxiety in regards to having children and being pressured to do tasks, so the combination of the two makes you severely uneasy. She understands this, as she always does because she is compassionate and patient, and is not bothered by it whatsoever.

- “S/O does not want a child,” she said. It wasn’t aggressive, but it was assertive nonetheless. “So please do not pressure them into doing so. It is quite unfair to them, and shows a lack of consideration for how they feel.” Because Chiaki has met your parents before and gained their approval, they were just as astonished as you were, but were not offended. Because of her calm albeit soothing disposition, there was no arguing or hostility to be had, and your parents and yourself had a meaningful discussion about your decision, which resulted in them respecting it.

- After their departure, she assists in comforting you. Despite diffusing the situation, it’s quite possible that it might come up again, and the thought stresses you out. She pulls you in close for a caring and protective hug as you two sit on the couch, but not too long after, she dozes off. Her presence is still extremely comforting, and you can rest assured that she will always support you and have your back.

Gundham Tanaka

- “To not bear children just simply means you are conserving the power for yourself and that is an acceptable fate!”

- Whatever it was that you decided to do or not do, Gundham always seemed to respect it in his own peculiar Gundham way. However, he surprisingly is willing and capable of shedding his self-grandeur in order to comfort you genuinely and properly, because he holds your well-being to the highest degree. It’s become strange for him to be ‘normal,’ since you’re so used to his ‘I am the Dark Lord,’ ramblings and his sauntering around.

- He is awkward, but he does try his best. He struggles to maintain eye contact and speak confidently, but you are aware that he is being genuine. It’s customary that he always reminds you to worry about yourself, your happiness and your happiness together with him, and if that means not having a child then that is fine. While parents and guardians are to be respected, they should not hinder you from making decisions that you think is best for yourself, nor should they restrain you from being an individual, and you shouldn’t feel obligated to do something just because someone pressures you to.

- Afterward, he embraces you while blushing fervently. You thank him, and he declares that it is no problem at all, and that he cares about you very much (he whispers under his breath).

Rantarou Amami

- He has plenty of sisters, and not all of them wish to have children, so it isn’t anything shocking to him. Because he is open-minded, accepting, compassionate and understanding, he has no problem with your decision at all. He does worry about the pressure your parents place on you to raise a family, though. It doesn’t bode well with him that they appear to be ignorant and inconsiderate for whatever reason, and he firmly believes that you shouldn’t feel obligated to bear children if you don’t want to.

- He accompanies you whenever you visit your parents, and always ensures to hold your hand in his whenever everyone sits down to talk. He would stroke the back of your hand with his thumb assuredly and slowly, tightening his hold slightly each time he senses your anxiety. It makes him appear reliant and dependent, but he would casually rest his head on your shoulder occasionally, calming you in an instant. His tactics were subtle, but impactful, such as his holding of your hand or resting his head on your shoulder.

- If things became tense, he would always politely excuse the both of you, and take you back home. Indulging in some ice cream in bed with a movie was always something you enjoyed, so he would often have the two of you sit down for that. If not, he would resort to holding you tightly and protectively while the two of you talked. It could be about anything, not just what was discussed at your parents’ house. You always felt safe in his embrace, and he would always enjoy placing his forehead on yours or touching noses.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa goodbye despair #drv3 #drv3 imagine #korekiyo shinguuji #kaede akamatsu #chiaki namani #gundham tanaka #amami rantarou #sfw #modkiibo

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